As I expected, neither Bella nor I heard the sound of her truck arriving, but there it was later when Bella and I looked out our windows. I wasn't really concerned about that, my mind occupied by thoughts of my first meeting with my future 'parents'. I was a little worried about Bella and her obsession/aversion towards Edwards, but didn't dwell on it as I knew that my worry was mostly unfounded. Jasper and the others(not Edward) wanted to invite me camping, not that Rosalie said it outright but she didn't oppose it which spoke volumes, but I knew that it was a hunting trip and didn't want them to have to act human when the trip was meant to let them act naturally so I didn't want to intrude.

Later I learned that the outing to La Push was a go, not that I was surprised as I had seen it happen but after that everything was unsurprisingly blank. It was more unnerving that I thought it would be to be unable to see the future. I had lived with the ability all my life and had adapted to being able to know things, to turn things in my favor, in the favor of people I cared about. Going in 'blind' was a new experience, as worrying as it was exciting. It had only been two years ago that my visions of La Push began to disappear, no doubt thanks to the reappearance of the Cullens in Forks and so near the reservation. I felt saddened that I'd lose some friends. The group of adolescent boys she'd spent many summers with were my friends, at least until they became tall buff jerks that started to snub me because of their shape shifting mumbo jumbo.

After the older kids began to phase and join their little exclusive clique, I started to only hang out with Jake, Leah, Seth, Quil, and Embry and Leah was crossed off the list when soon after Sam changed he imprinted with Leah's cousin Emily. She was a nightmare to be around after that, not that I could blame her but she lashed out at me despite my desire to help and comfort her, only caring for her brother after that and becoming a bitter(no pun intended) bitch. So now the only ones left I could hang around were Jake, Quil, Embry, and Seth and I was pretty sure that the last three wouldn't be at the reserve, at least not from what little I remember of Bella's first visit to La Push in the first book.

I wasn't surprised when I woke to seeing the sun, the patch of blue sky refreshing after so many weeks of clouds. Bella was carpooling with me as it was pointless to go separately and I actually knew where to go without looking at directions. Mike and Tyler's cars were already parked there and there was a group standing in front of Mike's ride. Eric, two guys whose names I never bothered remembering but was sure were in at least one of my classes, and Jessica were there, the last flanked by Angela and Lauren. There were three other girls there, one of which I remember Bella almost tripping over before I saved her. The girl didn't seem to care whether it actually happened or not as she still gave Bella a dirty look and whispered something to Lauren who in response shook out her hair and eyed Bella scornfully.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the girls and frown at the boys, already my mood for this outing dampening, not that it was particularly bright to begin with. Mike and Eric seemed the only ones happy to see us(and Angela but she was more subtle.)

"You came!" Mike called, delighted. "And I said it would be sunny today, didn't I?"

"I told you we were coming," Bella reminded him.

"We're just waiting for Lee and Samantha...unless you invited someone," Mike added.

"Nope," Bella lied lightly, making me wonder whether I should be impressed or worried that she lied so easily when it came to Edward.

At least Mike looked satisfied.

"Will you ride in my car? It's that or Lee's mom's minivan."

"Sure," Bella replied easily, making me smirk as Mike seemed to ignore me completely in favor of Bella.

He smiled blissfully. The boy was ridiculously easy to make happy.

"You can have shotgun," he promised, forcing me to hold back a scoff of amusement and derision. How old was he again, five? I sniffed as I hid a smirk at the way Jessica was glowering at the two. Of course, the numbers worked out in Bella's favor as Lee had brought two extra people and I easily asserted the decision that Bella and I could drive down to La Push in my car. It wasn't difficult to assert as it was only fifteen minutes to La Push from Fork and I used to visit all the time during summer. I frowned as I drove since I knew I had been avoiding visiting since I moved here more permanently. I just didn't want to confront the whole shape-shifter, Cullen-haters scenarios early, especially since I really liked the Cullens, especially a certain Cullen named Jasper. I also did not want to run into a forward jerk that turned into a dangerous forward jerk after his shift.

The regular events that happened after we parked passed by in an uninteresting blur for me, only paying a bit more attention when Mike 'romantically' lit the driftwood fire, enjoying the blue and green fire that crackled from the salted wood. The others stayed away from me, partly because of how antisocial I was when not around the Cullens and partly because of how intensely I was staring at the fire, the fire infinitely more interesting than the petty gossip and pointless chatter that they were engaging in. Even Bella didn't bother my unblinking trance with the fire when she decided to go see the tidal pools with some of the boys. I didn't bother reacting as I knew the worse thing that happened to her was her tripping on the trail.

Focusing so intently on the fire helped me to not outwardly react when a group of local teens came to socialize. Most of the Quilette teens that recognized me knew not to bother me, but for different reasons than the Forks kids, but one jerkwad had no issues breaking me out of my self induced, entertaining trance.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little pink pixie. Aren't you usually a summer fairy?" I sent a chilling death glare to the tall jerkwad that had cast a shadow over my figure and distracted me, hating that I had to crane my neck up so high for the jerkwad who only gave a mean grin at seeing my glare.

"Paul." I spat out with all the disgust and venom I could muster, which was quite a lot. He seemed to realize that too and didn't seem to like my obvious hatred for him.

"Why don't you quit playing, little girl, and finally let me make a woman out of you," He said, leaning down threateningly and making me jerk back in revulsion.

"The day I need a pig on steroids to prove to myself that I'm a woman will be the day pigs fly and I don't see you soaring through the skies any time soon Porky," I all but hissed at him, not yelling, but not needing to to get my point across. I stiffened with anxiety and resignation when I heard a low growl rumble from Paul's barrel chest, the sound coming out from bared teeth as he began to shake ever so slightly. Okay, bad idea in retrospect to anger the shape-shifter with so many people around, but I was banking on the safety measure...

"Paul," a sharp, commanding voice intoned. We both looked to the oldest looking guy in the Quilette group. I held back a sigh of relief as I vaguely recognized Sam. "Stop messing around," he ordered the towering jerkwad. Said jerkwad straightened, growling a little in defiance before scowling, his body no longer shaking as he made his way back to the Quilette group. My small hands were tightened into fists, shaking in rage, and admittedly, fear.

Paul had always been a jerkwad, a sexist pig jerkwad, but he had been manageable before two years ago. Back then he wasn't entirely impervious to my more violent rejections(i.e. punching him in the face, neck, and stomach, elbowing him in the same places, as well as stomping his feet, kicking him in the shin, behind the knee, and gonads), but since he became a jerkwad on shape-shifting steroids I couldn't reject his advances for fear of harming myself, not that the situation that could follow was any better. Now that I couldn't violently reject him, I was vulnerable to his more assertive and touchy, and very much unwanted, advances. I was in danger of being taken against my will and the only thing stopping him was Sam. That worried me. Sam wasn't exactly Paul's babysitter and as much as he probably wanted(Or maybe didn't want. He's a jerkwad), he couldn't keep an eye on Paul all the time.

The only reason I came with Bella today was because of the sole fact that I knew Sam would be here as well, knowing that meeting Paul was inevitable if I accompanied Bella. My ruined, horrible, mood was lightened when Jacob immediately came over to cheer me up, engaging me in a conversation of 'catch up', not that we needed to do much of it as it hadn't been that long. I was basically just an amusing paperweight until Bella came and captured his attention. Despite my being there, his crush towards her hadn't changed. It disappointed me, but I hoped it had to do with that ridiculous theory that he would imprint with Bella's daughter in the future. It made sense for him to feel close to her and protective of her when one of the eggs in her uterus was going to be Jacob's future imprint. My nose wrinkled, disturbed by my own thoughts as Jacob finally engaged Bella in conversation when she came back, reminding her who he was.

I was debating whether I should ditch and wait for Bella in my car for this whole event to end but I was too afraid of Paul slipping by Sam to harass me, or gods forbid, do something much worse to me. I let myself zone out while staring at the fire again, my emotions not nearly as calm as before. My emotions only grew more hectic when I thought of Jasper's reaction to Paul's 'attitude' towards me. I had failed to mention it to him as it wasn't something I liked remembering, but just thinking about how he might react had me frowning deeply in concern. Obviously I was relieved when I noticed the rain clouds rolling in, waiting patiently for Bella after most of the others already scattered back to their homes or their rides home.

The ride home was quiet, not only because Bella had just discovered that the Cullens were vampires, but because I was contemplating my own problems...namely Jasper. There was no Paul and I. That wasn't what I was worried about, it was how angry Jasper would get should I tell him about it. I already had visions of him breaking the treaty and crossing the border secretly in order to kill Paul, others of him struggling against Edward or Emmett when I told him after school and his whole family getting in the way when I told him at his house. The third seemed the safest as it was the one where he would not threaten the treaty and calmed down the quickest, but I was still unsure of telling him at all. I already knew, though, that not telling him, and letting him find out on his own would be worse. My accompanying visions of said scenario only cemented my thoughts.

One thing was clear, however. Talking to Jasper was necessary, and not just about Paul, but things that were going to happen more recently, like Edward spying on Bella and our soon-to-be-trip to Port Angeles. Jasper really needed to know that last one, if only to make sure Edward doesn't put their secret in danger by killing them all, though I worried that Jasper would do the same when he discovers that I'm going to be with Bella to ensure that the worst doesn't happen. I prepared the taser and pepper spray that Charlie got me and everything. Yeah, Jasper and I needed to talk soon.