A/N: Alright, this is a new story, the only story that I've done (or even started) that the pairing is Bella and one of the wolf pack members. It is new territory for me, so I've been doing my research. So…yeah. Send me flames for not doing the story Edward and Bella, but I won't really care. Oh, and the pairing for this story came from one of my reviewers, named SibaSunny. So…have fun reading, my Internet-ed friends!
Bella's P.O.V
I ducked my head as I ran through the rain, my damp hair hanging in my face. I breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped into the gym. The air was so nice and warm. I ran into the locker room, my boots squeaking on the floor, and quickly got changed. I paused near the mirror in the bathroom, looking sadly at my reflection. I had changed over the last few months.
Because of my recent work out craze, I had become much stronger, much quicker. My hair had grown out, so I cut it to where it just brushed my shoulders and dyed it a slightly darker color. I had grown, and was around five feet eleven inches. And because of my almost-constant working out, I had muscle. As in, six-pack abs, toned biceps, and other muscles that I couldn't name.
I rolled my neck, listening to the cracking sound. I turned away from the mirror and walked into the weights room. I set the weights on the silver bars and lay down on the bench. 100 pounds. The lightest that I start out with. I slipped on my gloves that had the grips on the palm and grabbed the bar. I took a deep breath and lifted it from its holder.
I lifted that set of weights fifty times, and I could feel my muscles aching, longing for a break. But I pushed myself to go a little bit more. Twenty-five more. I finally let myself take a break.
I grabbed my jump rope and started skipping. I stopped when my heart was pounding and my breath was shallow. By then I figured I was ready to climb the rope. I walked over to it and scoffed at the thought that it was my old nemesis.
I scaled it only using my arms. From there, I slid down, my feet touching the ground in seconds. I heard the sound of the door of the gym being pushed open. I wiped my hand across my forehead and started to put the barbells back.
"Hey, what're you doing, handling something like that?" someone called. His voice was rough, rather angry-sounding, and was getting louder as he got closer. I kept putting the equipment away.
"Cleaning up after my workout, what's it to you?" I asked, kind of angry myself. I kept my head low.
"Yeah, I can see that, but girls aren't supposed to be using those kind of weights!" the boy yelled. I tensed, waiting to strike at him. I slowly stood from where I was crouched from storing the weights and drew myself up to my full height. I cocked my head to the side as I was still facing away from the boy. I listened to the muscles pop again. I turned and looked the boy dead in the eyes.
"Why do you think that I'm here when nobody---besides yourself, which, by the way, you shouldn't be here, either---is here?" I asked in my most cocky voice. The boy was staring at me with his mouth agape. "Well, since I am here, would you like a strong, mighty person like me help you weakling load the weights?"
I noticed that the boy was huge. He was at least six feet tall and had cropped black hair. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I could see he was dry. Maybe he went into the locker room before and I hadn't noticed the door opening…?
He nodded mutely and broke his gaze.
"Well, what do you bench?" I asked, placing the bar back on its holder.
"Uhh…one-fifty." he said gruffly, turning slightly towards me. I grabbed the weights off their rack and slid them onto the bar.
"Well, looks like you're all set. See ya." I said and walked back to the locker room, jump rope and towel in hand. What the freak just happened?
Paul's P.O.V
I had been running patrol for Sam when I saw the lights still on in the gym. Well, there wasn't any problem with going on a slight break and lifting a few weights, was there? I proved myself wrong. I looked in the window, still as a wolf, to check and see if anybody was in there. There was just a girl.
She walked gracefully to the rack where the barbells are kept (what was she doing with those? The girls that come to the gym rarely ever use the barbells.) and picked out two fifty-pound weights. She slid them onto the silver bar and laid down on the padded bench. She took a deep breath and lifted the weights, pumping her arms seventy-five times. She finally set the bar back on the rack and moved to a bag that was on the floor.
The girl grabbed a jump rope and started skipping. When she was breathing hard, she moved to the long rope that ran from the ceiling to the floor. She scaled the entire thing only using her arms. Holy crap.
I decided it was time to go meet this mystery girl. She was just putting away the barbells.
I phased back into a human and yanked on my shorts. I barged right in the front doors.
"Hey, what're you doing, handling something like that?" I called, rather irritated that a girl was able to lift a weight that was only fifty pounds less than what I usually use. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself for whatever she was going to say to me.
"Cleaning up after my workout, what's it to you?" she asked, sounding irritated. Ha, I angered the poor little girl. But this was getting me angry.
"Yeah, I can see that, but girls aren't supposed to be using those kind of weights!" I yelled, trying so hard to contain my shaking. I couldn't phase with a girl this close. But her reaction was something I couldn't ignore. Her whole body froze. She stood and I saw she was about six feet tall. But I was a good six inches taller. She cracked her neck and turned slowly.
The first thing I saw was her eyes. They were the deepest pits of chocolate. But I could see the anger in them that nearly mirrored my own. She unconsciously scowled at me and I really saw her.
She had short, dark hair, just a few shades short of black. She had pouty full lips that were slightly out of balance. She had a wide forehead that was practically dripping with sweat, and gracefully arched eyebrows that were raised suspiciously at me. She had a strong, petite body that was well-muscled. But not too well muscled, like those 'Strongest Woman In The World Contest'. She was thin, and wearing shorts that made her legs look a mile long. I was still lost in her eyes.
"Why do you think that I'm here when nobody---besides yourself, which, by the way, you shouldn't be here, either---is here?" she sounded too cocky, almost like me. "Well, since I am here, would you like a strong, mighty person like me help a weakling like you, load the weights?" all I could do was nod.
"Well, what do you bench?" she put the bar back on the holder and turned back to me. I had missed seeing her eyes.
"Uhh…one-fifty." I said quietly, searching her eyes for any emotion. But, too late, she was turning away again, putting the correct amount of weights on the silver bar.
"Well, looks like you're all set. See ya." she said in a sarcastic tone and walked out of the room and into the girl's locker room with her rope and her towel slung over her shoulder.
The only thing I did was stand there, entranced. She was perfect. She had a fire about her, her eyes were an open book, and she seemed just as angry at everything as I was. Dang. I the great Paul, who never gave a damn about anybody, who went through two girls a week, freaking imprinted.
A/N: Did you like it? Did you hate it? Well, have fun with reading!
Something has been brought to my attention. I have a bunch of alerts on all of my stories, and I have been added to many people's favorites. But I only have a few reviews on some of my stories. If you have time to scroll all the way to the bottom, click Add To Favorites, and be on your merry way, then why don't you have time to click the little button down there and tell me what you think? I have realized that by being added to favorites, that people like my stories, but that doesn't tell me anything more. --Mary