A/N: Hai everyone! This is my first fan fiction (lol, be nice, please :D) and without a beta! (If there are any betas out there who would like to help me, please message me or review!! I would very much appreciate it!)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Except for Iris and other OC's

~Iris POV~

I loathe Paul.

I gave him every single drop of my love and what does he give me back? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Oh no, wait. He did give me something. But first he took my heart, played with it for a little, and then he got out a hammer and smashed it into a million pieces. As if that wasn't enough he got a flamethrower and burned the pieces of my heart. He, then, picked up the remnants my horribly beaten heart and threw them at me.

I ran into my house, eyes welling up with tears I couldn't contain any longer.

"Hey Iris," my brother, Jordan, said. Not bothering to look up from the TV, just like my 3 other brothers. "How was your date?"

My tears were flowing freely now. Damn you, traitorous tears. My throat closed up. I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air, and it came out strangled.

All of my brothers looked up from the TV at the sound of my strangled cry.

They rushed towards me. Concern and worry written on each of their faces. Just as I was about to fall strong arms kept me up on my feet. I leaned against my brother, Kyle, and cried. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back soothingly. This sweet gesture only made me cry harder and I buried my face in his chest, hugging him tighter.

"What's wrong?" Darren asked.

"Paul," I cried.

I could feel the atmosphere, in the room change into anger, as my over-protective brothers bombarded with questions.

"Did he touch you?" Brent demanded, his hands clenching into fists.

"What did he do?" Darren practically yelled.

"Are you hurt?" Jordan asked, concern clear in his voice.

Yes, I thought, I AM HURT! He broke my heart for crying out loud!

"He b-broke up with m-me!" I sobbed. Kyle hugged me tighter.

"That little bastard-"

"He doesn't deserve you-"

"He's gonna pay-"

"Son of a bi-"

Their sentences overlapped each other. Their voices filled with concern, fury, hate and outrage. All I wanted to do was go to bed and cry myself to sleep.

"Stop," I managed to croak. My voice was raspy and barely above a whisper, but they stopped yelling and looked at me. "I just wanna go to my room."

Kyle reluctantly unwrapped his arms, but then put one arm around my shoulders and led me upstairs to my room. I could hear my other brothers following me closely. Kyle opened the door to my room and I jumped on my bed, face first, crying uncontrollably.

Jordan walked over to my bed and put me in a sitting position. I pulled my knees to my chest, hugging myself tightly. Jordan put a protective arm around me. Darren and Kyle sat down on my bed. I looked up, tears running down my cheeks and saw Brent by my bed, arms crossed over his chest. Clearly, all of my brothers were concerned for me (surprise, surprise), and, are mad as hell at Paul (again I say, surprise, surprise. Picked up on my sarcasm yet?)

"I'm okay," I said, trying to give them a reassuring smile but failing miserably. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, but the tears kept on flowing.

"I'm going to kill that guy," Brent said through his clenched teeth.

"No, don't," I said, "Promise me you won't hurt him or do anything bad to him. J-just ignore him. Please!"

"Fine, I promise," Brent said grudgingly.

I looked expectantly at Jordan, Kyle and Darren. They all promised but I could tell that it was the last thing they wanted to do. They wanted to hurt him for hurting me.

~.:x:.~

For weeks I moped, cried and grieved for the loss of a person I loved and whom I thought loved me back. In those two weeks any little thing would make me cry, like my mom saying good morning because Paul used to say good morning to me. I would've sulked longer, but my mom told me to get over him and that I shouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he hurt me. So, then, I forced myself to stop grieving, but there was still an ache in my heart that won't be gone for a while. Sooner or later I will get that stupid, unnecessary suffering out of my heart. I can move on and get over him. I have to. I would prefer sooner than later, though.

The rest of the summer I did anything to keep my mind of Paul. More chores. More reading. More sketching and painting. More of everything!

I couldn't have survived this summer without the beautiful gift my freaking amazing brothers gave me. I still don't have any idea why they gave it to me, but I'm beginning to think it has something to do with Paul.

Ugh. Paul.

Must. Not. Think. About. Paul.

Okay, breathe in and out. In and out.

Think about the awesome gift!

The awesome gift is a motorcycle. A FREAKING MOTORCYCLE!!

I don't know much about motorcycles, but mine is HELLA AH-MAZING! It's pink. Not girly pink, but I'm-a-badass-kind-of-girl-so-you-better-not-mess-with-me pink. It's not gang-hardcore type of motorcycle, but it totally fits my style. Also, it's super sleek and has these crazy tribal designs.

I guess you could say that my motorcycle was, in one word, HOT! And it helps that it keeps things off my mind. (Especially Paul.)

When I ride my motorcycle, my mind clears itself of its worries and anything else for that matter. Then, it's just me and my beautiful motorcycle. I feel so free! It's the closest thing I have to flying. Freeing myself of all my burdens and the pain I carry within me.

~.:x:.~

School starts tomorrow.

Ugh.

You know that I'm not just groaning about the school work that's going to be inevitably thrown upon us. Can you guess what or who I'm dreading to see tomorrow?

If you guessed Paul, you are not mistaken!

Of course, I would be dreading to see Paul. After the idiot broke my heart, you think I'd be happy to see him.

It's not like I love him anymore (Okay, just a bit. Maybe a little more than a bit. Hmm, okay...just half of my heart. Only half! That half will be gone in not time!) It's just that it would be weird seeing your ex again, after the whole summer. Hell, it's weird and awkward to see your ex under any circumstance.

It was such a relief that I didn't see Paul this summer. I don't know how I did it, but I think God took pity on me or something. I don't care what it was but at least my summer was Paul-free!

School is starting tomorrow and I knew I would have to see him sometime.

I should take a ride on wheels, so I would be ready to see Paul tomorrow.

I'm not planning on talking to him, it's just if I see him, I don't want to start bawling and make him think that I care about our break-up.

~.:x:.~

I put on my helmet and got on my motorcycle. I started my motorcycle and sighed, a happy sigh.

Seconds later, I'm riding around La Push. It feels so good to be riding my motorcycle. Adrenaline running through my veins.

It was only me and my motorcycle. The road ahead of us and the woods on either side of us, embracing us with its warmth.

I looked over in the woods and saw some sort of movement. Suddenly a huge silver wolf came bursting out of the forest and ran across the road.

I abruptly came to a halt. I watched as the immense wolf ran to the other side of the forest.

Then silence.

I breathed heavily.

A howl.

The howl was filled with so much pain, I wanted to run after it and see if it was alright. But the rational side of me told me to go home.

So I did. Go home, I mean.

Tomorrow is going to be hell.

A/N: Well there it is my very first chapter. Tell me what you think about it. I'm already writing the second chapter. 2nd chapter, Paul will be there. Review, tell me if it's good or bad, any ideas you got. REVIEWS PLEASE. I want to know what you guys think! :D