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I adopted this story from New Account 2011

Ch. 1 BPOV

Ever since I could remember, Paul, my brother Jacob, and I have always been the Three Amigos. We have always been close... and acted as if we were related. That all changed when Paul started hanging out with Sam Uley. When we walked towards Paul in school, he doesn't make eye contact and avoids confrontation at all costs.

It brakes my heart to see him hanging out with Sam and his gang now. They call themselves the 'Protectors'.

I have been in love with Paul for three years now, ever since I turned 14 and he caught me when I fell off the swing at the park. He doesn't know, since I didn't want to ruin our friendship if things ended badly.

When I see Paul at school, he is always hanging around with Jared.

The Elders are all high and mighty about Sam and his pack. They talk about him all the time.

Sam graduated a year ago, and people don't really know what job he has. People say he is an assassin, others say he plans to take over the whole lot of La Push and become an Elder himself. I don't really believe that, but he already has the council in his hands so that could be a possibility.

My father, Billy, also talks about him all the time. He says Sam is a great man and that people should not judge him, and base his personality off rumors. I guess that's fair, but I can't forgive Sam for taking away my Paul.

I sighed and dropped the soaked towel I'd been using, since I just got out of the shower and got dressed. I was wearing a pair of yellow-green skinny jeans that I found lying on the floor, a Fall-Out Boy T-shirt and knee high black All Star Converse shoes. I looked into the mirror to find a girl with sad, emerald green eyes stare back at me.

I was told many times that I look like my mother, Sarah. I have her green eyes, her waist-length raven black hair, though mine was streaked with blue and green highlights, and her curvy figure. I banged my hand roughly against the bathroom mirror; I never knew her, because she died in a car crash when I was three.

I looked at the time and quickly applied make-up before running downstairs and stealing dad's Pop-tart. I looked around for my annoying brother, but it was Saturday, so he was sleeping. I sighed; it looked like I was going to be on a run this morning.

I said goodbye to dad, and got into my car, which Jacob made from scratch for me. It was my baby, and only Jacob was allowed to touch it, since it was a improved version of the old rusty red truck it used to be.

I drove to First Beach, hoping to catch Paul there. I ran quickly across First Beach to the other side. I stopped and sat down, looking out into the waves, thinking of Paul and how he had been brainwashed by Sam. Sensing the presence of four people, I looked up to find Sam and his gang. I walked over to them.

"Hey Sam." I said trying to be polite. I really wanted to know why Paul joined Sam's gang and find out what the hell was going on.

They moved closer to me, and I sat down. I patted the sand next to me and they obeyed. With that I noticed how tall and hot they were. My eyes wandered over to Paul; he was wearing nothing but dark jeans that were cutoff at the knee. I looked at his tanned skin, his 6' 4" muscular figure and defined 8 pack. His choclate-brown hair was chin length and his deep sapphire eyes were captivating... too bad he wasn't staring into my eyes.

"Hello, Bella, what do you want?" asked Sam.

I rolled my eyes.

"I want to know what the hell is going on, why Paul has been avoiding me. I may not seem interested, but I am a smart straight A+ student and observant." I said.

Paul didn't look at me. I shrugged and looked over at Sam, expecting an answer, but the answer I got wasn't the one I was expecting.

"Soon." Was all Sam said and they walked away. What the hell? I asked myself as I got off the sand and got in my car. When I got home, Billy was talking to someone in the kitchen, so I walked over to the door and pressed my ear against it like the curious teenager I am, "Billy, when is Jacob going to join us?" a deep, male voice said. I recognized the voice as Sam's and recoiled as if someone had physically hurt me.

"Well-" Billy started, but I cut him off by storming in the kitchen and glaring at Sam.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, glaring white-hot daggers at Sam, "You will not take Jacob away from me, as you have taken Paul!" Anger pulsed through my body at an erratic rhythym and I let out a frustrated scream, "I will not lose anyone else to you, Sam! Never!" With that my body convulsed into trembles and shakes.

"No," said Sam, so softly that at first I thought I imagined it.

"You won't take them away from me!" I yelled. That was when I felt it. It was a coolly, penetrating gaze that was piercing through my skull and making me lose my focus. I whirled around and came face-to-face with Paul, who was staring into my eyes so intently with so much love and lust that I almost fainted.

And then the convulsions stopped.