I remember in kindergarten, when Paul Lahote dumped his pudding cup on my head during lunch, then offered me a cookie, and told me not to cry. Then in first grade when he and Jared Thail made fun of my pig tails, then knocked me off the monkey bars, but Paul help me up and kissed my cheek, and ran after his friend . Then in third when … Well I think you're getting the point. Paul Lahote and I have had a very strange relationship throughout the years. He was an ass that enjoyed messing with me.

Oh, well I guess I haven't told you my name or anything so I guess I should do that now. My name is Sophie Conner, I'm 16 years old, and I live with my parents. I look like all the other Quileute's tan skin, black hair; well I guess my hairs not really black though it's like a dark brown and wavy deal going on.

I'm basically just like any other Quileute ,except I'm in on a pretty big secret ,and if you promise not to tell, I'll tell you about it. This is where my story starts.

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"Sophie wakes the hell up."

I sat up groggily and fell out of the bed, groaning as I hit the floor.

"Sophie get up, get up, where going to be late for school."

"Jackson," I groaned into the floor.

"What,"

"It's Sunday,"

"Oh," he said, his voice now lacking its loudness.

I rose up off the floor and looked at my wide eyed best friend. His blond curly hair wild on top of his head , and his blue eyes shining.

Jackson wasn't Quileute at all he was adopted by the Winter's when he was 8, and we had been best friend since he was chosen my butterfly buddy in the 3rd grade.

"Well, what do you want to do today my pretty?" he said now going to sit at my desk, scrolling though my emails.

"We could go to the beach; since Paul's been gone I've actually been able to enjoy it."

"Yeah I think it's been easier on everyone, you know that kid has issues and for some reason he enjoys messing with you. I bet he likes you God knows your mom would love that." Jackson was right my mom would love that.

Paul's mom and my mom are best friends ,and my mom thinks he can do no wrong, no matter how many times he got put out of school for fighting or drug use. To be fair all the older people of the tribe treat Paul special. I think it's because before Paul's dad killed himself, he used to beat Paul and his mother. Now don't get me wrong I felt so awful for Paul when I was a kid. I remember sometimes he would sleep over at our house when we were kids because his mom didn't want him to be in the cross fires when his father came home in a rampage. I remember Paul crying to let him stay with her. I remember going to check on Paul at night, thinking that no matter how horrible he was to me at school know one deservered to cry every night when they go to sleep, as he slept on the couch he'd ask me to hug him, and we'd lay on the couch arms wrapped around each other in our childish attempt to comfort each other. I remember my mom would beg her best friend to leave whatever Paul fathers names was, but they didn't have to worry about it because two weeks later they found Mr. Lahote hanging from a tree in the woods hanging from a noose.

Well anyway, Paul has been sick for a few days, his mom says he has mono, he's been out of school sick for about 3 weeks ,best 3 weeks of my life.

"Well get dressed and well go." I got up and dug though my closet pulling on my Abercrombie shorts, and my orange and blue striped tank and my black low top all-stars.

"Come on." I said after I had tied my hair in to two sailor knots and pushed the strays back with a navy blue hair band.

We hopped in to Jackson beat up pick up, and off we were to the beach.

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The beach was packed today tourist and their families and the locals scattered everywhere, which brought out the vendors. Jackson and I bought snow cones, and found a nice rock to people watch from.

"Look at that guy." Jackson said ,pointing to a large man , you know the fat guy you see at the beach all the time who insist on wearing a Speedo, no matter how many small children he may scar for life.

We continued to laugh at others expense until Jackson smacked me in the arm.

"Soph, Soph look is that Paul. " I looked to where he was standing, and there he was.

"I didn't know steroids were a cure for mono."

"Me either." Jackson said shaking his head.

"Maybe I should start doing steroids because in a completely heterosexual way he's lookin' kinda fit."

"You will do no such thing." I said scolding him, gosh sometimes he could be such a complete idiot.

"You just don't me to because you know if I beef up the ladies will be all over me." He said with a smirk.

"Well it won't really matter if you get the ladies, because once they see what you're packing in your pants, they'll laugh themselves into a stupor, because ever one knows steroids makes you dick small."

"you are the thief of joy ." He said grumbling

"Aww, you love me," He rolled his eyes and I kissed his cheek. The same second my lips connected the same time I saw a fist connect to the other side of Jackson face. Jackson flew backwards. I looked up horrified and there was Paul.

"What is your problem Lahote?" I said part pissed the fuck off, and part hysterical as I checked on Jackson. Paul just glared at Jackson breathing hard and shaking like it was freezing outside. Behind Paul I saw Jared and Sam running up behind him and also the fact that people were starting to stare.

"What's the problem?"

"She kissed his cheek." Paul snarled like a caveman.

"Are you in- fucking-sane? What the fucks your issue," I yelled Paul started shaking harder.

Then I watched as Jared and Sam dragged him away into the forest Sam telling him to calm down. I turned back to Jackson as he lay on the ground moaning in pain.

"Jackson, Jackson, are you okay?" I asked stupidly, of course he's not okay; a big behemoth just punched him.

"Yeah I'm fine except I think a truck was just thrown at my body." He chuckled, and then winced.

"Come on let's get you home so we can get some ice on that." I said gently brushing my fingers over the darkening flesh he hissed in a breath, before swatting my hand away.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I can't believe he punched you that dick what is his problem." I ranted as we made our way up the beach, and towards Jackson's pick up.

"When I see him at school I promise you that he's going to regret touching my best friend."

"Don't Soph I don't want you to get hurt." He whined

"The only one who is going to get hurt is Paul, after I verbally assault him" I said with confidence.

Sailor: what was that about? (Leaning back cocking an eyebrow)

Paul: Fuck off…

Sailor: Whoa, someone's a little touchy.

Paul: (glare)

Sailor: Okay, looks like some ones not really up for talking right now so… till next time.

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