So let's start with the obvious, it's been a while, a long while too long, and I'm really sorry, but my sister banned me from the computer. The only one I can see to write on and we came too an agreement; I could use it this week so I'll update all my stories by next Saturday, I promise, and I'm sorry.

I'd still like to thank you for all your reviews and everything, they inspired me so much [cheesy much?] anyway thank you, and here we are back to Wolfie, confused Wolfie, enjoy!

Chapter 6

It's ok to feel pain; Mum told me that when I was eleven and refused to cry when I broke my arm. Which was good advice at the time, I guess, cause it was hurting like a bitch to not be able to cry. I didn't want to be called a girl, God; I was such a loser back then, properly still am. It didn't matter that I cried, though, in the end cause Jack was the toughest in our year, and he was my best friend so if anyone even went to say something he had my back. But that's beside the point, the advice was good, I mean, I needed to cry it helped me get through the pain and shit.

I remember Mum's face too, she was completely freaking out, and I was her only kid, still am after all. Mum's never been able to have any more kids, even though she wanted a big family; she started trying again when I was 6, but it just, well, it never happened, for a while it really got her down which bought Dad down, but then she decided that she was just going to enjoy me more. She told me that when I was 7 and wondered why she had been so sad lately. At the time I couldn't understand a fucking thing she was saying, she kept talking about emotions, but how she had come to terms and all that shit and much like any normal 7 year old I was like what the fuck.

But I'm getting off track again, I wish I never new how to feel pain because watching Sophia run away from me then fucking tore me apart, it was like ripping through me and it hurt like a bitch. God, it killed and even now I'm not over it, and it's been three hours.

Miss Mel is talking about God knows what, like the fuck I care, all I can think about is what have I done, I mean, I knew that it might be awkward, but running away is she fucking serious? Doesn't she know what she's doing? She's killing me, and I can't even be mad at her. The bell rings, and I bail as soon as possible, I think I knock someone over by accident, who gives a shit; I have to make things right with her now, right now.

I'm not a patient person, and don't even get me started on that smug look that was on Bakers face, Will freaking Baker, like he won something, yeah well, he won nothing. What a massive retard, and then he was all "Maybe you smell bad."

Like who says that and is that meant to be funny, or something cause let me tell you it was the lamest joke ever, and it just made me want to hit him with a brick for opening his big fat mouth. Like seriously, he wouldn't have a crush on her or something. No, I don't need anymore problems, she's already running away from me, I don't need some lover boy trailing after her. I don't need my own personal Nathan. Dad still hates that guys guts for kissing Mum, like seriously, we saw a picture of him the other day and Dad cut his face out of it.

How freaking messed up is that, but the really weird part was that I know if it was a bloody picture of Will Baker I would have done the same, hell I properly would have burnt his picture in a fire, or something, I mean, that's messed up. What is wrong with me, I honesty don't want to even know. Don't you hate how life is like that, when you can't work out a damn thing out?

"Wolfie," Jack says, elbowing me.

I look over at him, he looks a tad annoyed but not completely so more just tired, him and his Dad probably had another fight or something, that's all they ever seem too do.

"What?" I grunt.

"The bell rang."

"Oh," I say, chucking my book in my bag. Miss Mel is at her desk fiddling through papers; she looks over at me and smiles slightly.

"I'll try and make the class more interesting next time," she says.

I nod my head awkwardly and follow Jack out to the lunchroom. God, I hate it so much, it's normally just me and Jack at a table, and some random if we can be bothered, when you're the only two werewolves at school you tend to stick together. That's not to say I don't talk to anyone else and I'm some massive loner without Jack, more that sometimes he's the only person I feel like I can having a fucking real conversation with, without feeling like I constantly have to be on guard and be careful with what I say, you know watch myself and all that.

The place is already packed, well as packed as La Push gets, everyone is in their group's texting and talking, and the bitchy girls, or I guess there like the populars or some shit, are all together talking and flirting with anyone they consider hot. It use too be a good feeling to know I could have any of them, and that I have had most of them, but now looking at them I feel sick to my stomach. At so much as holding their hand and the idea of ever kissing them makes me feel bad, like I shouldn't have done that, I mean, how sad can I damn well get?

I scan the place for Sophia, and of course she looks beautiful, she's in the line and she's behind Sara Brime. I hooked up with her last summer, I'm pretty sure she's mostly whiny and has this weird obsession with the color green, like what the fucking hell, and I mean not in general, or anything, just one, me. "You look so nice in Green Wolfie," or "Why didn't you wear Green today?" and then, "Do you have that in green, cause that would look better."

I mean, what the fuck, it's a color and maybe for a change I want to wear the color blue. To make a long, boring story short, we broke up because she was driving me insane, surprisingly Green Girl is really popular and doesn't take well to be broken up with. I mean, she's not some psycho ex, or something stupid or crazy like that, she doesn't follow me around threatening horrible things to me, she's just not my number one fan. Let's just say she wouldn't let me borrow a pen if I needed one, just to be a bitch.

The point was, it bothered me that she was talking to Sophia now, and they didn't run in the same circles so I didn't see the point. I knew few people had noticed my interest in Sophia, and I was betting she would be one of them, and I knew she'd be happy to be a bitch and say something too ruin my chances with Sophia, just cause she could, not cause she wanted me for myself or anything, but just cause she could, like I said, she's a bitch.

I listen as hard as I can too the conversation.

"So, Wolfie seems to like you," Sara says.

"Um, ugh, not really," Sophia says awkwardly.

"Wolfie doesn't waste his time, if you know what I mean," Sara says.

"Uh, ok, good to know," Sophia replies once again awkwardly. I mean how stupid can Sara be not realizing that Sophia does not want to fucking talk to her at all, or about me.

"Why do you look like you're about to kill someone?" Jack asks.

I turn to glare at him. "Cause Sara's being a bitch,"

"So…?"

"She's being a bitch to Sophia."

"About?"

"Me."

"Duh."

"Thanks."

"Well come on, "Sara a bitch to everyone," don't take it personally, if she had it her way half the people that are together wouldn't be," Jack says, clearly not getting it.

"Yeah, but its Sophia."

"Well, if it's Sophia," Jack says, rolling his eyes.

"You know why, I mean, she's the one, just not one in the many."

"Who says shit like that, better yet, when did you start saying shit like that?"

"Since I fell in love."

"Is there an off button?" Jack asks, pretending to try and find one. What an loser.

"Stick to your day job."

"Killing vampires is more of a night job."

"You realize how bad that joke was, right?"

"Yeah, but I figured someone with your IQ would appreciate it."

"Get fucked."

Jack begins to say something back, but I don't hear it cause the next thing I know I hear someone crying, and I realize its Sophia and she's running out of the damn lunch room in tears. What the fuck did Sara say to her? Everyone is now looking over at the scene that took place.

"What the fuck did you say to her?" I demand out of Sara.

She looks at me sort of surprised. "What's with all the emotion?" she asks dryly.

"What are you talking about?"

"We went out for two months and that whole time you didn't show even half of that emotion towards me at all."

She fucking remembers how long we went out for, she fucking even bothered to keep track of the time and remember it.

"So…?"

"And Sophia starts crying and you're about to go all Chris Brown and hit me cause I might be the cause of it."

"I wouldn't hit you," I say through gritted teeth.

"Whatever, it's just interesting that's all," she says smiling.

"What did you say to her?"

"Nothing."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"Sara, just tell me."

"Nothing, all I did was show her a picture of Rihanna, you know, the photo of the damage Chris Brown caused, and she runs out of the room in tears," Sara says. "What a Drama Queen."

I don't bother to hear the rest of her boring story; instead I walk out of the lunchroom as fast as possible. Finding a place to go hide in La Push High is pretty hard since it's so small, so it doesn't take me long to find Sophia, well it's more that I sniff her out she has a scent, and I follow it to the sports equipment closet. It feels weird as I open the door, I haven't been in here since I imprinted, as soon as I see her on the ground in tears I swear my whole world collapses and then rebuilds because I realize that I might be able to make it better.

"Hey," I say as I shut the door behind me, last thing she needs is more people finding her.

"Hi," she says looking at me, she smiles weakly in that I'm-trying-to-make-an-effort way and appear fine.

"You ok?" I ask

It's sad when I realize I'm using lines my mother uses on me when I won't tell her what's wrong, or I'm just upset, I mean, how low can you get.

"No, but I'll be fine."

"That's honest," I say, and then find myself sitting down beside her.

She shuffles away as soon as I sit—to create more space in between us—but I don't move, she'll have to get use to being around me. I suppose I try and push away the hurt, that she's trying to be as far away as possible, not that there much hope since this place is so small our knees are still touching.

It feels good to be near her.

"I try and be honest, and I try and not cry like this, but I guess I can't be perfect," she admits quietly.

"Yeah, well, no one fucking can be."

"Wolfie," she warns.

"Oh, sorry, let me change that, yeah, well no one can be, is that better?"

"Perfect," she says smiling slightly.

"I'm gonna guess you're not gonna tell me what seeing off a hurt Rihanna would make you cry, I mean, it's sad and all, but I get the feeling you're not just crying over that."

"You're observant, Wolfie," Sophia says with a smile.

"Well, that's a new one, and a good one."

"Look at that, a whole sentence without swearing," she goads.

"Yeah, I guess so, don't tell anyone kay?"

Sophia laughs and nods, it's a beautiful sound incase you were wondering.

"Thanks for coming, Wolfie, you helped like no one else could," Sophia says, and then gets up. I follow her lead and we both get out of the closet as soon as the bell rings.

"See you 'round," she says as she heads off in the other direction.

"You will," I agree.

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As soon as I walk in the door of my house, I scream.

"Mum, you won't believe what happened today!"

Oh god, I'm such a Mummy's boy, oh well, fuck it.

Authors Note—

It took ages, but I hope it was worth it, tell me what you think.

B.C


Ps leave ideas and suggestions don't be shy it does help me even if I don't use it i CONSIDER IT and is there anything you'd like too see in this story more romantic moments jealously pack moments or something and when I start writing a new story who would you like it too be about Jack, Max jared lil bro or one of the other pack memember it'll be an imprint one but which one let me know and thanks for waiting so long.