"Head under water and you tell me to breath easy for a while. Breathing gets harder, even I know that."

It was a stormy afternoon in La Push, Washington, and Paul and I were fighting again. It wasn't unusual for us to fight. We were both ill tempered and arrogant. It was no wonder that after three weeks we were fighting over everything: where we would go for dinner, who each other could hang out with, and what we could even do without each other. I hated fighting, but I really enjoyed Paul's company when he wasn't yelling at me, and I was never going to back down. I wasn't that type of girl.

It was my last night with him, since he was going away for a week to visit family down in California. I would be alone for a while.

I was sitting on my bed, and Paul was pacing back and forth. We were supposed to go over to Emily Young and Sam Uley's house for dinner, and to meet a new friend of Paul's. I didn't understand why there were so many "new friends" each month. I had already met Embry, and Paul seemed to hate him. But, then again, Paul loved nothing, not even me.

"You're such a fucking whore!" he yelled. It was lucky my parents and younger sister were out to dinner.

"You're not so great yourself," I spat, laying back on the bed.

"Why the fuck do you tease those boys like that?" he continued. "Why do you fucking tease everyone?"

"Because that's just me Paul. I can't help it."

"If you want to be with me, Hannah, you will behave."

"Behave?" I screamed. "You can't tell me what to do!"
"I'm your boyfriend, and you'll do damned well to listen to me!"

"Let's just go." I got up and grabbed my purse.

"Oh no." He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me back on the bed. "We're finishing this, now."

"Finishing this?" I asked. "It's done."

"You will dress appropriately and not talk to other boys."
"I don't have to stay with you, Paul," I growled. "I hope you know that."

"But you will," he growled back, taking my chin roughly in his hand and kissing me. "Because you know one thing; you'll never get anyone better than me."

It was true. I was only fifteen, a freshman, and a seventeen year old was interested in me. It was the best two months of my life. Paul bought me presents, took me out to nice places, and even remembered important dates. He was a great boyfriend, until he started yelling at me.

I turned my face away from him. "Let go of me."

"Now put on a happy face, and you will greet Jacob with a smile on your face."

I knew Jacob Black quite well, although I never spoke to him. He was the hottest sophomore at our school. He was well built, had great facial features, and was extremely nice. He went out with only the hottest girls, and I definitely wasn't one of them.

"What if I don't want to?"

"I don't give a shit if you want to or not. You are my girlfriend, and with that comes certain obligations, and one of them is to greet anyone of my choice as the loving person I know is somewhere in there."
"Fine." I got up and straightened my dress. "Let's go."

He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. A small smile played on his lips. "That's my baby girl."

And those were the times I loved him.

I sighed. "Yes, Paul."

"Good. Now let's go."

We got into his used, beat up, old, red Ford truck. He turned it on, and the heat came rushing through the vents. I settled into the seat, and waited for him to drive away. It was only a four-minute drive to Emily and Sam's house. They lived close enough to me that it could be a ten-minute walk, but I was too lazy to walk.

There was a pie in the back, something to greet Emily with. I took it out, Paul put his arm around me, and we walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell, and Emily answered.

"Hello darling!" she cooed, taking the pie from my hands. "This'll be great for dessert. How are you? It feels like I haven't seen you in ages."

It took me a while, but I got used to the scars on Emily's face. They were so hideous, but they never took away from the beauty of her brown eyes. They were so filled with emotion that nothing could take away their beauty.

As I walked in, the boys turned to look at me. There Embry, Jared, Sam, and Jacob sat, watching some football game. Kim, Jared's girlfriend, sat on his lap.

"Hannah." Sam greeted with a big smile. He grabbed me in a bone-crushing hug, and then let me go quickly.

Embry was the same age as Jacob, and just as hot. He and Jacob were best friends, which explained why they shared so many personality traits. He was nice just like Jacob, smart, and funny. He was by far my favorite of all the boys.

Then there was Jared. Jared was stuck up, but fairly well tempered. He never flipped out on anyone, and he was always kind to his girlfriend. Kim and I were close, and we knew everything that went on in each other's lives. She knew that Paul yelled at me.

Kim was a nice girl. She was pretty, smart, and fun to be around. We never had drama, and we never fought. She wasn't one of my best friends, but being the girlfriends of best friends, we stuck together.

She got up to hug me while Emily put the pie in the kitchen.

"Hey." She hugged me tightly. "How's everything?"

"Fine," I lied. Everything in my life was a lie.

She looked at me funny, but let it go. I knew she would ask me about it later.

Paul wrapped his arm around me. "Hannah, this is Jacob. Jacob, Hannah."

I smiled at him, but it was like he was in some hypnotic trance. It was like I was the only person in the room to him. He would not stop staring at me, until Paul caught his attention. He immediately turned away.

"Dinner's ready!' Emily called from the kitchen.

As I walked in, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me. She kissed my cheek and then let me go. I sat down between Paul and Sam, and across from Jacob. I took a glance at him, and he shot me one of those amazing smiles. My heart melted, but I couldn't let it show on my face. Paul would beat Jacob up just for looking at me.

Paul gently put a hand on my thigh and squeezed it. I turned and smiled at him. When he wasn't yelling, he was one of the sweetest boys you could ever meet. He was the perfect boyfriend when he wasn't yelling.

Emily came over, holding a big pot of spaghetti and putting it in the middle. The girls served themselves first, and then the boys pigged out on whatever else was left. I never understood why all the boys were so hungry, but growing boys do have to eat.

During dinner, I couldn't stop stealing glances at Jacob. I hoped and prayed no one noticed. Jacob was so handsome, who could stop looking at him?

After dinner, Emily served the cherry pie that Paul and I brought. She cut up pieces and served them with whipped cream. It looked so delicious, but I could barely eat it. I was too nervous to. How could I look like a pig in front of the hottest guy in the room?
"Something wrong baby?" Paul asked, kissing my cheek. I knew the gesture was only a way to prove that I was his. This gesture was a reminder to Jacob.

"No," I replied. "Why?"

"Because you haven't touched your pie."

I looked down at it, and it disgusted me. "I'm just so full."

The truth was, my stomach was doing back flips as I felt Jacob's eyes linger on me. He was just the perfect boy, and I barely knew him.

"Are you not feeling well baby?" he asked.

I nodded. It was one of the most uncomfortable situations of my life, and I wanted to get out of it as soon as possible. "Yeah."

Paul got up. "Guys, I'm gonna take her home, and then I'll come back."

"Alright Paul." Emily got up and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Feel better, honey."
"Thanks," I whispered. "Bye guys."
"Bye, Angel!" Embry called.

I smirked as Paul led me to the door. He had his arm around me until we got to his truck. I got in, and buckled myself. We drove back to my house, where Paul took me upstairs.

"Do you need help undressing?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

He didn't wait for my reply. He started unzipping my dress until it fell to my feet. I was standing in front of him, with nothing but my underwear on.

"Baby." He kissed me and roughly grabbed my breast. "Mmm, baby."

I kissed him back, but it didn't feel right. His kisses didn't feel as good as they used to. His touch didn't excite me like it used to.

"Paul," I whispered against my lips. "I'm not in the mood. I'm too sick."

"My poor baby." He kissed my forehead, and walked to the dresser. He pulled out one of his shirts that I kept and slipped it over my head. "This way you'll dream of me tonight." He picked me up and set me down gently on my bed. He tucked me in and kissed my lips gently. "I'll see you in a week, baby."

"Night Paul."

With that he walked out of my room and out of my thoughts. I was so focused on Jacob that I could barely stand it. Why was he looking at me like that? Did he think I was pretty, or was I ugly?