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I stared at Jacob's face, his expression mimicking mine.

"…You don't know?" he asked.

I thought it over again. "Yep. I don't know," I said, nodding promptly to add to the confirmation.

"So… is this, maybe, some kind of… truce?" Jacob asked me hesitantly. Oh, so now he feared me. Good.

A wry smile crossed my lips. "I think so."

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"Heather, this is Embry, Quil, Seth, and Leah. Seth and Leah are your like, freakish third cousins or something."

So here I was, being introduced to The Doughnut Boy's friends. Oh how the tables turn.

Embry and Quil nodded, Seth smiled, and Leah looked bored. It doesn’t take much to figure out she's not extremely warm and fuzzy.

"Uh… hello," I made a sort of awkward face and sat down. I still hadn't gotten over the fact that I didn't hate Jacob anymore. At least, I wasn't supposed to. Not anymore -- I think.

I shook my head furiously, trying to figure it all out. Apparently, random head-shaking wasn't very common in La Push, because when I looked up, everyone in the little group was staring at me. Oh yay, the center of attention again.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Leah raised an eyebrow and almost smiled. I might just win her over yet.

"Uhh… I'm not exactly sure," I smiled and shrugged. Let them think what they think.

Embry and Jacob looked at each other, and after a few moments of silence, burst into hysterics. It was seriously five minutes before they stopped laughing.

Mental Note: La Pushians are freaks.

The rest of the dinner part of the night passed like that. Frequent awkward moments, and very little sane conversation. The more I listened to Leah, I almost actually liked her. Quil and Embry were sort of distant to me at first, but by the time we all stood to go get some of the carrot cake dessert (and for them, their fifth plate; Geez they can eat!) we were sort of friends.

Maybe.