this is my first story I hope you like it and thank you malorla for pre-reading/bataing this chapter your alwsome

The story starts up after Jake's change. Bella and Jake are only friends; she's like a big sister to him. She and Paul are somewhat friends who meet up and party together. She used to be good friends with Sam growing up. Everyone calls her Izzy except her father, Jake, Billy and Sam.

Izzy POV

"Who the hell do you all think you are? HE'S JUST A FUCKING KID FOR CHRIST'S SAKES!" I screamed at them.

"What'd he tell ya, huh? What'd he tell you? Come on, Izzy what'd he tell you?" Paul badgeredme.

"Nothing. He didn't tell me anything. It's all your fault! What did you do to him, huh? He was such a sweet kid! Now he's hanging out with all of you," I sighed. I was getting nowhere and Paul was being Paul, as per usual.

Paul looked like he was getting pissed and I wasn't too sure why. Sure, when he was with Sam and the others he was even more of an ass than normal, but I mean come on, this is Paul! when isn't he an ass?

"Bells, you need to back up! He's not safe to be around," Sam was yelling at me now. This only seemed to piss Paul off, which was even more strange.

"OH JUST GROW THE FUCK UP, PAUL!" I screamed, then I hauled back and punched him.

Well it seemed to do the trick, or so I thought. Paul stopped shaking and looked at me, with pain in his eyes.
No, that can't be... sure, we hang out now and then, but he had a look in his eyes like I had just betrayed him. Ok, now I know that I'm frickin seein things!

He stared at me. "D.. D.. D..Did you just punch me?" he asked, incredulously.

"Well, no shit Sherlock! You're acting like such a baby," I spat.
My God! Is his head that damn dense?

"BUT YOU JUST FUCKING PUNCHED ME!" Paul roared at me, the veins in his neck bulging.

Really? Are we still stuck on this?

Sighing, I answered him, "Look. I don't have time for this. I have to get ready to go out tonight. Just stay away from Jake, all of you! Leave the poor kid alone."

"Where are you going, Bells?" Sam asked.

"Not that it's any of your business, Sam, but I have to work for a few hours and then I'm gonna party at whatever club looks the most fun. Look Sam, we stopped being friends 2 years ago, sostop acting like you care." I rolled my eyes at him and turned on my heel and left.

I got to the road and climbed on to my Ducati Diavel and peeled out, heading home to get ready.

Paul POV

We all watched Izzy leave and then I looked to Sam.

"Sam, dude, she fucking punched me and it hurt. I mean it actually hurt! How the fuck did she do that? It should have broken her hand!" Paul asked, bewildered.

"I have no clue, Paul. I'm as speechless as you are." Sam replied.

Yeah I bet he's as speechless as me. My ass he is! My fuckin imprint just punched me in the face and it hurt! How could she do that to me? Shit! And fuck me, if I don't have to tell Sam that I imprinted on her! I should have told him when it happened, but now I have to say something.

"Uh, Sam? I kinda... Well I mean... I should have...FUCK ! I imprinted on Izzy, the day I met her,"I finally managed to blurt out in a rush.

"You WHAT?! What the hell, Paul? Why have you been hiding this from us; from me? I need to know these things! Imprints have to be protected and you're just letting her run around, without someone watching out for her, when we have bloodsuckers running all over? That's real smart, you fuckin dumbass! Guess we're going out tonight, guys." Sam stated.

Oh yay. So I can watch her pick up some new fucking loser! What a joy my life is. She'll pick some random guy up. I'll growl a lot, run off and phase, because it hurts to see her with some other fucker!

"Great. Guess I should go get ready," I grumbled. "What time are we leaving?"

"Well, I think we should all be ready to head out not long after she leaves," Sam said.

"Jake, I want you to phase and run to her house and keep an eye on her. Call me, when she leaves. Paul, Jared: get ready for a night out, I guess. And Paul? You need to tell her soon," Sam ordered.