* Wow. This is my first writer's note. Please make sure to notice those quotations around "Love" for the title, because I do not want you guys thinking the wrong thing. A friend of mine already did. Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you for the people that's been reading this fanfic! (Or ya know, just for the people glancing at the title and the summary, and looking away. Honestly though, even I admit, not the best summary in the world. I don't do short and simple, especially with that writing limit. If anyone has a better summary, let me know.) I know only some of you would even bother to read this, but thank you for reading it, even though it might be irrelevant. I just wanna say THANK YOU for the reviews and the views and all that! I've probably used the words "thank you" a little too much in this note, but whatever, I really do appreciate it! & as for a certain question that I felt needed to be answered: I don't really have a specific day or time when I update Crushed. It's like, some days I would be super busy and all I wanna do is just go straight to bed and fall asleep. There are the other days, where I would just work on the story. So, sorry, but I don't have a specific schedule. But I can tell you guys this, I try to post at least one chapter a day. If I miss a couple days, I'd make it up when I have a free time, and do as many as the days I missed (or if I have extra time, I'll do at least two more.) This is getting way too long, and you also gotta read the actual story, which is even more longer. So I'm done. Thank you for the people that even read this.

Jared

"Is it just me, or did Jared get hotter?"

"What's up with Jared? I thought he was sick, he's so muscular."

"Hey, back off, Jared's mine. I don't care what Tiffany thinks, they'll break up eventually, it's all about sex and reputation for the two of them."

"Don't let her catch you saying that, she'll murder you. But I can't disagree, Jared's hotter than ever."

"Oh my god. Is that a tattoo? I like it. Gives him that bad-boy vibe."

"He's supposed to be sick. What's up with that major transformation?"

"Come on, babe, Jared doesn't compare to me. It's obviously all steroids. He hangs out with Sam."

"Yeah, you guys. Don't you know about those rumors about Sam and about him leaving Leah for her cousin?"

"But that's just it. It's only rumors, you just said it yourself."

That's all I've been hearing this whole time I walked to the school's front entrance. I haven't even been here for more than ten minutes, and the gossip is already about me-fresh, new gossip, and add that with Sam's story-everything just becomes more interesting and a better tale for people to gossip about. Sam had warned me about it, though, it took a month before people would stop gossiping about Sam-even though he was standing right there, while they just ignored him. Even now, the story about Sam hasn't fully died down, they just learned better to keep quiet about it and talk whenever he wasn't around.

"Oh my gosh! Katie! Where have you been? Did you just get here?"

"Yeah, sorry about it. My sisters' were hogging the bathroom today. What up with that text? Something about an emergency?"

"Jared is back!" The girl screamed. I winced. Was this really what the rest of my life would be like? I wish the girl would quit screaming. Hopefully, I would make it through this entire day, or even week, without having anybody raise their voice more than necessary.

"No way! Kim is gonna freak! O-M-G. What should we say to Kim? Is she gonna get mad at us? Is she gonna faint? I hope not. What are we going to do, Jen? We lost Serena already, no way are we going to lose Kim! Wait, I take that back-Serena is a bitch, and obviously wants Jared for herself." The other girl went on a full-on rant.

"Calm. Down. Katie, quit talking so much. How am I supposed to come up with a plan if you keep asking me so many questions?"

As I walked to my first class, I tried my best to ignore everyone else that was talking about me. It was kind of strange having them talk about me, and they had no idea that I could hear every single thing they said. But seriously, don't they have some kind of filter or something? Most things the girls said were pretty… disturbing. Girls are usually the ones complaining about how creepy and perverted guys are, whenever they talk about them-and yes, I'm a typical guy teenager-but I wasn't the desperate type to go throughout the day, trying to flirt with every single girl and "complimenting" them about their body parts. Or maybe it was the fact that I didn't want there to be any problems and be the one responsible for Tiffany going and plotting someone's death, maybe even because Sam had brought up that there would be a time when I would imprint one day-which I kind of doubted, since it was supposed to be super rare.

I made my way to the back of the classroom, where I sat at a table with this girl. I never bothered to pay attention, all I did was sleep in that class, or shout to one of the guys on the other side of the room. I stopped halfway, standing in the aisle in the middle of the classroom when I heard a voice. I turned towards the sound of the voice. The girl had long, black hair; the typical Quileute tan that everyone had on the reservation, she was taller than most girls-but she had to be a foot shorter than me, she was skinny-but not too skinny, about average-sized. I stared at her, probably looking like a complete idiot, and I was pretty sure this would just add more spark to the rumors about me-but I didn't care. I didn't want to look away from her.

As if she felt me looking at her, she glanced at me, her dark-brown eyes meeting mine. I froze, staring at her for who knows how long, just gazing into her eyes. Maybe it was only seconds or minutes, it didn't matter how long-I just continued to look at her, my focus only on her-no one else. She looked away, then glanced back at me for a few seconds, and turned completely away to talk to one of her friends.
"Stop being such a creep and stalking the girl, Cameron. Just move the hell outta my way." I growled, I knew that voice all too well. Why did such a perfect moment have to be ruined by this guy?

"I'm not being a creep," I retorted, lamely.
"Sure as hell looks like it. Looks like I have new gossip for the school: Jared Cameron stalks the loser girl because he has no friends left." Paul smirked.

"Shut the hell up, Paul. You don't know anything about what's going on." I felt the all too-familiar shake that I'd have to endure for the past two weeks. This time it was because he had insulted the girl. I didn't bother to give him an excuse about why I wasn't friends with Brenden or the rest of them anymore. Sam had given me specific orders so I could go back to school: I had to stop being friends with people, and I had to distance myself from my old ones.
"Did you just tell me to shut up? I know everything that's going on, Cameron. You joined Sam Uley in his drug dealing, that's why your mind is so messed up right now, isn't it? I mean, come on, why would you ever like the pathetic, quiet girl?"

I felt myself shake even more violently before. I was seconds away from phasing in this classroom. There are too many people in here, and I can't phase, especially knowing that I could hurt her like Sam had hurt Emily. Damn it, I had everything under perfect control. My temper had been in check. At this point, it wasn't even about me anymore, no matter how many insults Paul threw my way-it was only about the girl. I didn't like what he was saying about her, and comparing my popularity to her social status at school. Is this all it's really about? People judging me because who I am in school? I was so used to being popular that I often took advantage of it, but I've never once, thought about taking back my popularity until now.

I punched Paul in the face when he least expected it. He glared at me, looking ready to attack-but that was when I saw him shaking. It was more like vibrating, I was the only person close enough to see, he wasn't fully shaking like the way I probably looked right now. Before he could have the chance to throw a punch back at me, or start shaking more, I managed to get him out the classroom and outside of the school before he could do any damage. I just made him more angry when I did that, causing Paul to shake and start cussing at me.

I had barely managed to get him away from the school when he finally burst into a large, horse-sized, grey wolf. He snarled at me, ready to rip me to shreds. I quickly shifted when I saw Paul lunge at me, but as quickly as he did, Sam had appeared and ordered us to stop. He had made sure to use his Alpha Command on us also, especially with Paul being around now, he was definitely going to need to use that.