A/N: Halooooo! Here's the next chapter! Thank you so much for all of the wonderful feedback! Just to clear something up, for Demigod-girl43, I made Sam be older in this story. He's about 30 whereas the other boys are their regular ages. And everyone in the Pack has already shifted, so the pack consists of Paul, Jared, Jacob, Seth, Quil, Embry and Sam. Ivy has no idea about the pack. I hope that makes more sense! Thanks for reading and reviewing! I'll be posting another chapter soon...

P.S. I SERIOUSLY DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!

-Kat

Ivy POV

I stood alone in the English room, scared to death. Literally. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind, my legs threatening to collapse underneath me. All of the other students had fled the room after Paul began to walk towards me. I dropped my gaze from the door, which I was still staring at, and focused on the floor, still not able to move.

Why in the heck of the world would Paul do something like that? It scared me. He scared me, and that's what he wanted wasn't it? For me to be afraid? He had threatened to hurt me so many times, so why would he suddenly not want for me to be afraid? It didn't make any sense.

I stood there, frozen in the same spot, the same stunned expression on my face for almost 15 minutes, not even caring that History had started.

Suddenly, someone burst into the room. I immediately, began looking at my hands, as if there was something very interesting about them. I hoped that the person wasn't Paul, or Jared, or Jacob. That would be the last thing that I needed right now. For one of them to run in, and yell that "it was all a big prank", and that "they got me good".

But the voice that spoke next was gentle.

"Hey, umm, are you okay?"

I refused to look up, and heard footsteps coming closer to me. An arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I recoiled at the contact, the arm withdrew.

"I'm sorry," the voice said, "What happened to you?"

What happened next was so unexpected, that I didn't even fully understand it. I began yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs.

"I'M SO SCARED. I'M SCARED ALL OF THE TIME, OF PAUL AND JARED AND JAKE AND PAUL, AND PAUL, AND PAUL. I HATE HIM SO MUCH, HE'S MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL AND I HATE HIM. AND THE WORLD JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE ANY MORE! AND MY PARENTS ARE DEAD, THE WORST PART IS THAT I DON'T EVEN MISS THEM, AND I DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT SAM OR EMILY BECAUSE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, BUT SOMEDAYS I DON'T THINK THAT I CAN DO IT ANY MORE! THAT I CAN GO AROUND ACTING LIKE WORDS DON'T HURT. I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT KILLING MYSELF! IT'S NOT LIKE ANYONE WOULD MISS ME! I'M JUST A SHADOW, AND SHADOWS DON'T HAVE FEELINGS!" I finished my rant, and gasped for breath. Then I dropped my books and collapsed to the ground, my body racking with sobs.

Whoever had been standing next to me dropped to their knees, and picked me up. At first, I tried to resist, but I was so tired of pushing everyone away, that I gave up. They hugged me close as I cried. When I finished sobbing, I curled my head into their chest. They kept their embrace around me as they picked up my books, and carried me out of the room. I kept my eyes closed as we walked down the hallway, afraid of curious stares and whispers.

We walked out of school, and I heard the sound of a car door being unlocked.

"I'm going to set you down now." the voice said.

I nodded, and allowed myself to be placed into the seat. The door closed, and the person got into the other side. I wiped my eyes, and looked up. A boy was sitting in the driver's seat, watching me intently. He smiled slightly as our eyes met, but I ducked my head again. He sighed, and started the car. We pulled out of the parking lot and began to speed down the road. About ten minutes later, we pulled into a driveway. the boy unclicked his seatbelt, and jumped out of the car, running around the front to open my car door for me. I took my seatbelt off with shaking hands, and slowly got out of the car, still wiping away tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. The boy put his arm around my shoulder to help support me as he led me to the front door of a small house.

He fumbled with his keys before inserting one into the keyhole, and leading me inside. I looked around as we entered the house. It was compact, the door leading into a small hallway that turned into a living room, with a kitchen on the left side. A staircase was to the left of the kitchen, opposite an office. He led me into the living room, and put my books on the couch.

"Erm, so this is my house." He said, motioning around. "The den's over there," he pointed to a room next to the living room, "And, my bedroom's upstairs. Is it okay if we go up there? It might be a bit more, private?"

I nodded, and he led me upstairs, into his bedroom. I sat on the bed as he shut the door.

The boy turned to face me, I looked up at him.

"Hi, I'm Embry."