Quil and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. He is great. He is never mean to me and I could tell him anything. Like I could tell him that I am in love with him. But I would never tell him that. Even though I know he would not make fun of me I don't want to tell him because I know that he doesn't love me. Why would he? He is a really smart, sweet, handsome, and strong guy. And me? Well I'm not exactly smart. No one besides Quil has ever told me that I was sweet (and that was because I told him that he was sweet, like I said he is sweet). I'm just a normal 15-year-old girl. And no one has told I am pretty. But what can I say? I don't blame them.

My Quil is 16. Well really he is more like 30 but he is a werewolf so and 16 is much closer to my age so I'm saying 16.

"Ms. Willis?" My math teacher Mrs. Bonesteel said to me.

"Huh, what?" I said breaking my train of thought. Oh yeah, I was in math class. Oh, only first period.

"What is the square root of 64?" She asked.

"Well…" luckily the bell for second period rang.

"See you tomorrow class. Remember to do you homework!" She called after us as my classmates and I left the room.

"Day dearming about Quil again Claire?" Ria my best school friend, as Quil and I called her, said.

"No," I said a little to quickly. Ria was a very beautiful Indian girl that moved to America a little shy of three years ago. We've been friends ever since.

"I've told you a million times! I do not have a crush on Quil." I said slowly.

"Well what am I supposed to think he is all you ever talk about." She said. She walked into her next class before I could think about answering. She was right, but what else was I supposed to talk about? Quil was my life.

The rest of the day went by really slowly. During lunch Ria and I sat by ourselves in the corner of the lunchroom as usual. And my English teacher Mr. Parks kept on hating me. When the bell at the end of eight hour ended I was really exited to go home.

I walked out of La Push High School and looked to see his car. It was were it always was and so was Quil sitting their happy and came be to see me. My face mirrored his.

"Hey Claire-Bear!" Quil said as I got close enough to hear him.

"Hey Q," I said relived that is was the weekend.