AN: HI! Sorry this took forever. School. Moving. Two Babysitting jobs. It all leaves very little time for writing. I lost ten pounds though, so, YAY! I know this isn't very long, but it shows how dedicated Willa really is to Seth and I hope you like it. Thanks for all the reviews! Ninety-one for just three chapters, that's crazy! I'll be updating To Be Without next and I will switch off between the two. I'll try to update one every two weeks. Thanks for being so awesome! Enjoy!

Chapter Four

It's Not You, It's Him

Seth is probably the one person in the world that can make me feel better by smiling at me. No matter how angry I am or how upset I am, one well aimed grin and I don't care, all troubles are forgotten. Mostly because I turn into jelly, but still, it's impressive. No other man in the world has been able to do that. My dad has been able to calm me down with a kiss to my forehead and soothe me instantly with a hug, but he is after all my dad, he doesn't count. So it doesn't really surprise me that I have no resentment left in me to hate him for what he's been hiding from me for years.

Five days after I first arrived at his place to wait for him Seth finally took me home. When I got there Claire was missing as well as some of her stuff. Dad told me Quil took her up to the Makah Rez to visit the family up there. He had a grin on his face while he said it and I hugged him instantly. I'm forced to love those people, but God, I hate them.

"Did you at least warn her?" I asked with a grin. Poor Claire had no idea what she was getting into…

"Nah, she'll be fine." He answered some-what confident.

"If she comes back with blood on her hands, it's your fault." I said seriously with a pointed finger to my father.

"You think Quil wouldn't do it first?" He asked grinning.

"Touché," I said impressed. He definitely had a point there. Quil would kill our stupid cousins before they started their shit. "I need to go unpack." I said brushing passed Dad and toward the stairs with my bag.

"I'll help." Seth offered quickly and almost desperately, racing up to me and taking my bag from me.

"Seth, could I have a word?" Dad was tight lipped when he spoke. He rarely ever got this wound up.

"Oooh, you're in trouble." I sung quietly as I took my bag from his hands.

He grumbled something under his breath at me and turned on the steps. "Sure Jeff," He said a little defeated.

I normally would have tried to listen in on the conversation but I needed to get into my room. I hadn't been in there for almost four days and I missed it so much. That and I needed out of the clothes I was in. I've had to rewash these twice, I need to wear something else.

I changed into something a little more comfortable and still just as black when my phone started to ring. I expected Dana, but it was Devon, the cretin that got me pregnant. Of course he didn't know about the now gone baby but it doesn't make him any less guilty. He had already left like fifteen voice mails while I was at Seth's house and as much as I wanted to ignore him yet again, I picked up the phone anyway.

"What Devon?" I asked irritably as I flopped onto my bed.

"Hey Sweetness, I was starting to get worried." His deep voice said with fake coolness.

"You were worried two days ago, you said so in a voice mail." I spat rolling my eyes.

"Oh," He muttered dumbly.

"What do you want?" I asked irritated.

"Wanna come hang out under the bridge with everyone?" He asked hopefully. Yes, spending my time with a buck of idiots around a bridge sounds lovely. Why don't I push them off it while I'm there?

"Not really." I grumbled.

"Come on, we can have some fun. Make up sex." He was practically singing as he said it.

The thought of sleeping with him did have its advantages. Devon is dumber than a sack of bricks and hotter than a Brazilian soccer player. But I did promise Seth. "I'm not in the mood." I answered firmly.

"What're you talking about? You're always in the mood." He was trying to sound sexy and it wasn't working. The mood is ruined whenever a guy tries to tell me what I want or what I should do.

"I said no." I growled.

"Alright, fine." He snapped. "What the hell crawled up your ass?" He asked bluntly.

I let that slide. "Meet me at the gas station on the edge of the Rez in twenty minutes." I ordered him.

"Ew, Babe, I hate the smell of gas." He whined like a little baby.

I hung up on him then before I went psycho on my poor phone. After that I went through the contacts list and started deleting every guy I knew Seth wouldn't be keen to see me with. Or that I didn't like. You're probably thinking I've turned into a softy, but I haven't. I just finally got what I wanted so know, there really is no point for all these dumbasses to be in my phone.

I dumped my dirty clothes in the hamper and slipped on my black converse and walked down into the living room. Dad was gone and Seth was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. I walked up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. His hands fell to his lap and he looked up at me with his puppy-dog eyes he always had whenever he was sad.

"Guilty trip?" I asked sympathetically.

"Just a little one." He sighed, using his fingers to make a little motion.

"He's a bastard like that." I said patting his shoulder comfortingly. He nodded in agreement. I almost felt bad for him, but by the way he was looking at me I could tell whatever conversation they had was about me and Dad pointed out some painful points to my werewolf. "I'm going to the gas station, wanna come?" I asked hopefully. I really didn't want him moping after all the work I've done for the passed few days.

Seth nodded. "Sure," He mumbled as he stood.

I walked out of the house with Seth on my tail and he let me drive without issue. We've had that fight so many times he knows when to just let me drive and when to not let me drive. I let Seth pick the music as we drove to the gas station.

"Find five dollars, I want snack cakes." I ordered as I pulled onto the main road.

"I may loose a finger you know." Seth grumbled under his breath as he started looking down by his feet.

"Nah, I took all the knives out last week." I said with a wink. He knew I was being serious about that and rolled his eyes and mumbled something.

He searched around his feet for a few minutes and then twisted in his seat and started looking the back. About five minutes later he resurfaced with a fist full of change. "I've got three dollars in quarters, and look." He said triumphantly and pulled a bill out of the mass of change. "A twenty dollar bill." He said grinning.

"Awesome, we've got lunch now." I said smiling broadly.

"Yeah, nothing says lunch like Twinkies." He said shaking his head.

"Zingers." I corrected. Yes, there is a difference. Zingers are far better.

Seth chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Chocolate or Vanilla?" He asked knowingly. I hated the strawberry ones.

"Both." I said simply.

"Junk food junky." He muttered.

"Look whose talking! You put away a whole cake last month!" I yelled indignantly.

"I was hungry." He stated with a shrug.

"Right," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

The rest of the drive wasn't long and Devon's little BMW was already parked in the corner. I parked on the other side of the little gas station-slash-convenience store so there was less of a chance of Seth crossing paths with my latest jackass.

"Go get the goods." I ordered as I took my cell phone out of my pocket and checked my text messages. I noticed Seth open his mouth as he took off his seat belt and I answered the question he was about to ask. "I want a Coke." I said quickly.

"Anything else m'lady?" He asked trying to sound regal.

"Bite me," I growled.

"Later." He said thoughtfully.

Seth exited the car in his usual inhuman grace and strode into the store. When he was busy looking at sweets I got out of my car and walked over to Devon. The idiot was six foot even with a lean body, golden skin, short but still luscious brown hair and dark green eyes. Like I said, gorgeous and dumb.

"Hey Babe," He said grinning as I stomped up to him. He tried to reach out and hug me.

"Touch me and you will eat your fingers." I snarled taking a step away from him.

His good mood quickly soured. "So, why are we here?" He asked angrily.

"We're not going to see each other any more." I told him simply and firmly so even his dumb ass could understand.

"What?" He hissed.

"You're not deaf, you heard me." I said rolling my eyes. Why did he have to make this more dramatic that it was?

"Why?" He asked pouting.

"You see the giant Quileute in there?" I asked turning and pointed toward the check out counter where Seth stood as he sorted out the drinks and snack food.

"Yeah," He said shortly. I could feel the jealousy in his voice.

"That's why." I answered.

"What is he, you're boyfriend?" He asked, spitting a little, holding his nose higher. He could wear my shoes and Seth would still be taller than him.

"He's a lot more important to me then you are." I simplified being as condescending as humanly possible.

"You're always such a fucking bitch." He hissed lowly, taking a long step toward me, glaring down at me.

My chest puffed out automatically and I looked him dead in the eye. "Just because I'm not in my platforms don't think I can't kick your ass back to Forks, fuck-face." I warned him.

He seemed to know how much trouble he would get into if he tried to fight me. He glanced at Seth with fearful eyes then steeled himself again. "You know what, fuck you Willa." He said lamely and walked for his fancy car that I hated with all my guts.

"Been there, done that ass-wipe!" I yelled after him.

I felt Seth behind me just as Devon slammed the door of his car. Its pretty hard not to know when someone with a temperature that high is standing close to you. "Is there something I should know about?" He asked worryingly.

I spun on my heals and without looking at him snatched the bag from him. "Nope," I said half-heartedly and walked toward my Mustang while searching the bag for my goodies then saw the travesty before me. "Ew, you let beef jerky in the same bag as my food?" I cried out as I pulled out the disgusting food and threw it at Seth.

Seth's eyes rolled so heavily I thought they would get stuck in the back of his head. "I'm sorry Princess, cashiers don't understand the tragedy of mixing dehydrated meat and sweet cakes." He said blankly. He has never understood my great hate for the food he loved so dearly.

"Swine, all of them." I scoffed as I got into the drivers seat.

We gorged on a few cakes before we drove back to my house. While Seth was eating his nasty jerky he asked the question I was waiting for.

"Did you ask me to come for back up?" He asked with concern.

"No, I just needed to show him how big you were so he wouldn't start any shit." I answered with a shrug. That and Devon might have needed a show of power to get our break up through his thick skull. What's more powerful than a massive Native American?

"Glad to help." He grumbled shaking his head. I reached over and took his hand that hadn't been contaminated with beef jerky and held it tightly and from the corner of my eye I could see his slight frown flip up ever so slightly.

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