A/N - This is a story that has been aching to get out of my head and out on screen! This is my first Fanfic but more than happy at how it has come out. Cant give my potential fans anything but a story to get hooked on... Here's hoping you enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Disclaimer - Richelle Mead is the fantastic creator of these characters, these guys and girls have just decided to join me here for a little while.

Chapter 1

RPOV

"Midnight…. I mean it Rose!" I sighed as I looked back up in the bathroom mirror, my mom's voice finding me in the upstairs bathroom as I attempted to pin up my unruly wavy hair. After another 5 minutes trying to wrestle my long hair into some kind of style, I decided to let it flow down my back and head downstairs.

"I'm serious, I want you home by curfew, one minute past midnight and I'll come looking for you." I rolled my eyes at Janine's rules…yet again as I took a deep breath and replied loudly "Mom".
When I had her attention, I reverted back to the quiet obedient child. "Mom, stop worrying. Mia is just taking me out with the girls for a few hours."

As I looked at her worried, concerned eyes I continued. "I have my phone and at the first sign of any trouble, I will be out of there." I continued quickly to calm her already worried features before she could make a stop to this whole night.
"But nothing will happen because I'm just going out with my friends, in a public place, with plenty of people around."

I felt how hard this was for her, I didn't understand, I don't think I could ever understand why she was such an over protective parent. This was not in the same way as having motherly concern, as we acted more like sisters than mother and daughter. I thought when Janine finally decided to speak again, I would have a bit of support…. but nope, she is still my mom.

"Rose, how about we go for a drive, find a pizza place, sit in the window watching the traffic and making up crazy stories about their passing lives, like we used to?"
I couldn't help my shocked but demanding reply. "Jeez Mom, I was 10 when we did that last…and we were in Iowa."
"Montana is going to be different, I have some new friends here and just…for just one night, please let me go out with my friends, like normal kids do."

I saw the glistening of a tear in her eye and it was at that moment I was prepared to concede defeat. I, Rose Hathaway, was going to back down…. wait, what?
I never back down from a fight or a battle of wills…"Ok," Janine's voice broke my train of thought, just as I heard a car pull into the drive.
"You have worked really hard in your training this week," Janine started. "So, go out with your friends!"

At those words I gave her the biggest hug. She pulled me out of her embrace just as fast as she pulled me in, as if I would vanish.
"Promise that if anything happens baby," she paused to increase her seriousness, "that you run, call me straight away and whatever you do, don't forget your training."

To me, this wasn't weird, this was just my mom and I had heard these instructions a hundred times before. I was happy to have been broken out of any smart reply and consequent grounding, by the sound of Mia's car horn beeping.

As I closed the door behind me, I yelled a typical teenage: "Don't wait up!"

I walked out to the driveway and immediately thought 'why am I not surprised'.In front of me purred a bright yellow Volkswagen beetle. It definitely suited the bubbly, excited girl sitting in the driver's seat.
Mia was one of those girls that looked like she was gymnast all her life, she had short blonde hair, was short, petite and breakable, and if she broke a nail or miss-matched an outfit, it would be the end of the world. No, I am not kidding.

I had only known Mia for 2 weeks, since I started at my latest school. She sat next to me in my first class and started chatting to me; needless to say she hadn't stopped since.
Although, it may have had something to do with me interrupting one of the girls, Camille Conta from picking on one of her friends Jill, as she was a year younger and somewhat smaller than girls in her year.

I simply mentioned to Camille that I was surprised at her outburst at Jill and according to her boyfriend; she likes the small things in life, if you know what I mean. That caught Camille by surprise and gave the student body something else to focus on for the day.

I had most of my classes with Mia as well as her friends Jill and Sydney, the one thing they had in common apart from the obvious blonde, fun, cheerleading type was that they were all very smart but extremely shy when it came to the subject of boys. Both Mia and Sydney were my age; Jill was 1 year younger but had skipped ahead a grade on account of her amazing talent for mathematics and anything resembling a calculation.

Hell, this girl was breezing through Advance calculus when I could barely understand basic math.

I guess with the looks and attention my olive skinned 5ft 7-toned body with curves in all the right places drew from the boys, we could all help each other out.
I will never get too close or too comfortable. I've learnt to keep it light, both in my life and my closet. You never knew where you will be tomorrow, next week or next month.

I remember Janine picked me up from school one Friday afternoon, the following Monday I was in a new state and a new school. But I liked it here, well, maybe because it was my 18th birthday.
Isn't 18 the age of freedom? Mia was right, I needed to get out more…. so tonight she was taking me to a club, one that her friends frequently attended.