Hello Everyone :) So this is the new and improved version of my story Believing (which I have recently deleted off of fanfiction) I really hope you enjoy it! Also thank you to the most AMAZING beta ever, Imprinting Magic. She is the reason this story is up!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Anything you recognize belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 1

• Sydney's POV •

Thank God it was the end of the day I thought to myself. As I pushed my way through the rush to get out of La Push High School. No sooner had I walked out of the classroom, did I see the two people who make my life a living hell. Jared Thail and Paul Lahote.

They have teased and bullied me since I started high school, calling me names like bitch, whore, and slut and telling me I'm fat, ugly, and nerd.

I quickly ducked my head and hid my face behind my hair, trying to make it to my locker before they saw me. Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough because soon Paul was holding me by my neck against the lockers yelling at me. "Say it!" Paul shook me. It was getting harder and harder to breath. I looked around, as much as I could with him still holding my neck, trying to see if there was anyone who could help.

The hall was still full of students however nobody wanted to interfere with what they were watching first hand. Everyone just would either give me a sad look, or keep their heads to the ground . The only one doing something in the hall beside Paul, and I was Jared. And he was no help as he sat there smirking at my expense.

Paul slammed me against the lockers again. "Say it!" He spat in my face. When I refused, he tightened his grip on my neck and dug his other hand into my shoulder. I cried out from the pain and Jared snickered while Paul growled again.

I started gasping for breath as his grip on me slowly tightened. "Say it, bitch!"

"I-I'm a slut, no one wants me, I shouldn't e-exist…" I managed to choke out as I was turning blue. Now Jared looked a bit concerned.

"Let her go man, we don't want a murder on our hands." Figures. The only reason he tells Paul to stop is so they don't get in trouble.

Paul squeezed my neck one last time, then threw me to the floor and kicked me in my stomach.

I stayed home from school the next day not wanting people to see the large purple and blue bruise in the shape of a hand on my neck. My dad didn't question me about it. Not even when he saw the bruise. He simply glanced up at me, looked at the bruise for a minute and went back to doing his work.

Ever since my mom died in drunk driver accident two years ago he never paid attention to anything anymore. Simply went on acting like a robot. Get up, go to work, go home, do more work, repeat. That's all he did.

Sometimes I would lie in bed, after getting beat up by Jared and Paul, hoping that he would notice. That he would do something, anything to make the bullying stop but he never did.

I could just see Paul and Jared making fun of me now. Saying how I was probably at home crying like the big baby I was. I would have to face it all tomorrow. All the taunting and the stares by Paul and the other classmates. I don't know how much more I can take.

I stayed in bed for most of the day. "To be, or not to be," Yes I am reading Shakespeare. Hamlet to be exact. Believe me I am not reading this willingly, it's for English class. "That is the question". I was just about to continue when my stomach growled obnoxiously. Thankful that I was the only one here, I slowly got up, careful not to strain my neck. I slowly made my way downstairs, to the kitchen. I grabbed a banana from the counter and glanced at the clock. It was already 5:30pm I silently groaned. My dad would be home in a half hour and I really didn't feel like facing him, even when there wasn't much to face, so I slowly went back up the stairs.

Once there I sat on my bed and started to eat the banana. I tried swallowing it but it hurt so much I spit it out and threw the banana away. I laid down on my bed and silently cried. I couldn't even eat now because of him. For four years I've been telling myself that what he says isn't true. But now I'm starting to think he's right.

The next morning the bruise was still there, it faded a little bit, but not much. I didn't want miss another day of school, so I forced myself out of bed and into the shower. The hot water stung my neck, so I quickly got out and put on black skinny jeans, gray knit Uggs, and gray sweater with a turquoise scarf to cover the bruise. I quickly made my way out of the house and prepared myself for another round of tormenting.

When I arrived at school pushing my way through the doors of La Push High School, and quickly looked around for any sign of Paul or Jared. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I practically ran to my locker and grabbed my books for the day.

Unusually enough I didn't see Paul or Jared all day. Not even at lunch, which was lucky. I would not have to eat in the girls restroom. The table they usually sat at was empty except for their 'friends' who were practically clueless without them.

By the end of the day I hadn't seen them at all. And I couldn't be happier. It was the same thing for the rest of the week. Never seeing them once and being free to walk the school without fear. I loved it! By Friday I had relaxed enough that I didn't run to my locker or to the bathroom scared that they might be back.

I spent my weekend icing the bruise willing it to disappear. But it didn't. All it did was fade a little but nothing more. By Monday morning the bruise was still as prominent as ever. So I showered, it still stung but not as much, and put on gray skinny jeans, purple Uggs, a purple V-neck sweater, with a black camisole underneath, and a silver scarf to hide the bruise.

I walked out of the house with a skip in my step knowing that I wouldn't have to hide again. I made it through the halls and to my first period class, World History, without seeing Paul or Jared. I sat down in the middle of the second row and took out my notebook and started to doodle until class started.

Mr. Wyatt was just beginning his lecture, when I heard two people walk into the room. "Well, it's nice of you to join us again Mr. Lahote Mr. Thail, please take a seat."

I froze in the middle of drawing a bird. They're back. I looked up and was completely shocked and if possible more scared. Jared and Paul were completely changed. They were ripped, not that they weren't before but they had seemingly put on like 20 lbs. of muscle. Their hair was cropped short and they both had a tattoo on their right arm. They looked just like Sam Uley. The same exact thing happened to Sam. He disappeared for couple of weeks and was completely transformed. Next thing you know he was dumping Leah Clearwater for her cousin, Emily Young.

I openly stared at them as did everyone else as they walked into the classroom. Jared sat behind Jesse Cruise. And of course Paul sat next to me. I quickly hid my face behind my hair and stared at my notebook, still frozen from shock.

"Can I borrow a pen?" A deep voice, I immediately recognized to be Paul, asked. At first I thought he was talking to someone else but then I felt his stare on me. I quickly reached into my bag, not wanting to get beat up for making him wait, and pulled out a pen. I glanced up and held out the pen.

Our eyes locked and his expression changed from bored to something that resembled a deaf man hearing music for the first time. I quickly put the pen on his desk and turned to face the front of the room, where Mr. Wyatt was in the middle of his lecture about Ancient Rome.

After I gave Paul the pen his gaze never left me. I could feel him watching me for the whole class. It made me nervous. He probably wanted to make up for the week he missed of torturing me.

By the time class ended I was shaking from fear. I darted out of the room as soon as the bell rang and ran towards my next class.

"Hey wait up!" I heard someone call. I knew who it was and I did not plan to wait for him. It seems like I'm always too slow because he caught up to me and tugged on my scarf to get me to stop. The scarf rubbed against my bruise and my eyes instantly filled with tears. I reluctantly turned towards him, but still kept my head down, hidden behind my hair.

I could feel him watching me. "Sydney right?" I meekly nodded, my neck still throbbing from what happened. "D-do you want to sit with me at lunch?"

My head snapped up and I looked at him like he was crazy. Did he really just ask me to sit with him? It has to a be a joke. Of course if not, it's a dare or a bet. Jared probably dared him. Typical. He'll probably get me trust him and then turn around and break my heart. Well, I'm not going to let him play with me. No. I've learned my lesson with Paul Lahote. All he'll do is hurt you.

With a short humorless laugh I turned and tried to run away without replying to his question although I think the answer was obvious enough.

• Paul's POV •

Jared and I were finally back in school. I can't believe all of the old "legends" are true. I mean not that I don't want them to be. I mean how many people get to say they are a freaking werewolf! I just find its weird that we didn't realize it.

I'll never admit this but thank God Jared phased when I did, I mean we were already best friends but now we're pack brothers.

As soon as we walked into the classroom I could feel everyone staring at us noticing how different we looked. Looks like Mr. Wyatt is giving another one of his long and boring lectures. He looked up at us and I could see the shock and fear in his eyes. I smirked. "Well, it's nice of you to join us again Mr. Lahote and Mr. Thail, please take a seat." He gestured towards the desks. We turned and walked to go sit down.

Jared sat behind Jesse Cruise. I sat next to a girl who seemed to be hiding behind her hair. I reached into my bag to take out a pen but soon realized that I didn't have one. Damn It!

I looked over at the girl next to me. She was still hiding behind her hair doodling. She probably has one.

"Can I borrow a pen?" I asked. She hesitated, then sighed and pulled a pen out of her bag. When she finally met my gaze, I found myself looking into the most beautiful blue eyes. Suddenly gravity was nothing. She was the one thing holding me down to Earth. I would do anything to make sure she was safe and happy. I would be anything as long as she was happy. Oh Crap. I can't believe it. I imprinted.

I just stared at her. My beautiful imprint. I didn't even know her name.

Apparently she got tired of waiting for me to take the pen so she simply put it on my desk and looked towards the front of the room, continuing to hide behind her hair. I wonder why she is hiding. I must have been watching her the whole class because before I knew it she was standing up, gathering her stuff. I turned to Jared.

"Hey, do you know what her name is?" I asked gesturing towards my imprint who was walking towards the door. He glanced up at her and nodded. "Sydney. Why?" Realization dawned on his face. "You didn't…oh God…Paul I don't know if you remember but…" I didn't stay to hear whatever he had to say. I ran out the door towards my imprint.

I could faintly hear Jared calling me, telling me to stop. But I ignored him.

"Hey wait up!" I called after her. She seemed to hesitate, as if knowing I was talking to her, but continued to walk pretending like she didn't hear me. I caught up to her easily and tugged on her scarf to get her to stop. She seemingly flinched, but maybe I was just hallucinating. She turned towards me hesitantly, but kept her head down, her face hidden behind her hair.

I looked down at her adoringly. "Sydney right?" I loved the way her name sounded. My Sydney. Great, imprinting has made me sound like a girl. She gave a slight nod, with her head still down.

"Do you want to sit with me at lunch?" Her head snapped up and she looked at me like I was crazy. I felt Jared come stand next to me. She started to turn around and walk away, and I could feel the pain of rejection from my imprint start to seep in. Jared sighed.

Suddenly a sharp gust of wind came through an open door and blew the scarf off of her neck. She spun around and quickly grabbed her scarf. She was turning to go when I saw something that broke my heart. There was a large purple and blue bruise in the shape of a hand on her neck.

I quickly grabbed her arm and turned her to face me. "Sydney," I said as I brought my hand to touch the bruise and she flinched away from it. My eyes flashed from the bruise to her face looking for any sign that she was hurt. Once I was sure she was okay, I brought my attention back to the large bruise and reached up and gently ran my fingers over the bruise. "What happened?" She didn't respond. I could see Jared silently telling me to shut up. But I didn't care someone did this to my imprint and I was determined to find out who, and kill them. My tone quickly changed from concerned to angry. Not at her but at whoever gave her the bruise. "What happened?" I asked again this time with more force.

Her head snapped up and she looked at me with a disbelieving look on her face. "You! You happened!" She said with so much hate in her voice that it felt like she was stabbing me in the heart with each word she said.

Apparently not responding was the wrong thing to do. She gave a short humorless laugh, "You really don't remember?" She didn't give me enough time to respond as she continued. "Monday. Last week. Right before I left school you grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the lockers. You called me a bitch. You forced me to call myself a slut and say nobody wants me and that I shouldn't exist." I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest as I realized and remembered what I did to her. She glanced at Jared, who has been standing there the whole time giving me pitying looks. "And you, Jared, did nothing as you sat there watching him almost kill me with a smirk on your face." He frowned slightly knowing he helped hurt my imprint. She quickly turned back to me and continued. "You squeezed my neck until I turned blue. You gave me this bruise. And you," she boldly took a step closer to me so there was a inch of space left between us. "Made my life a living hell."

With those six little words it felt like my world had ended and the life had literally been squeezed out of me. I stood there frozen as I watched her walk away from me. Before I knew what was happening, Jared was pushing me outside of school and into the forest. As soon as we were there I phased, tearing my clothes to shreds. I whimpered and lied down putting my paws on my head.

"What are you two doing out of school?" I heard Sam ask.

I ignored him and asked Jared, who had phased too, Did I really do that to her?

Suddenly my head was filled with Jared's memory of the time I held her by her neck. I whimpered in pain, knowing that I hurt her.

"What the hell is going on?" Sam, who was obviously frustrated, asked.

"Paul imprinted…On the girl we used to beat up." Jared replayed the images of us beating her up and today's events. Once he was done, both Sam and Jared had nothing to say. I howled. My mind was just filled with pain and anger at myself.

I snapped my head towards Jared and growled at him. His head snapped towards me and he got into a defensive position though he didn't know why I was growling at him. "Why didn't you stop me! Why didn't you make me stop! None of this would have happened if you had just stopped me!" I leapt at him and snapped at his side, but he jumped out of the way.

I was just about to attack him again when I heard Sam yell at me to stop in the Alpha voice. I unwillingly dropped to the ground and whimpered. Sam, what am I gonna do? He mentally shrugged and I could see the pity in his eyes.

"There is nothing you can do. What you did was horrible and cruel." I whimpered as he said "This, and unforgivable. I wouldn't be surprised if she never trusts you or Jared again. The only thing you can do is work for her forgiveness and hope that she is nice enough to forgive you."

I stood up, and vowed that I would do whatever it takes to get her to believe in me. I quickly phased and put on my extra set of clothes that was in my bag and looked at my cell phone. Crap! It was already 4pm school ended an hour ago, and it's Friday. I would have to wait until Monday to start earning her forgiveness. I felt my heart ache at the thought of not seeing her until Monday. If I'm lucky I might run into her over the weekend. I could feel myself visibly perk up at the thought of seeing her soon.

Sam ran off to finish patrol and Jared phased back. I walked over to him. "Hey man, I'm sorry for, you know, trying to kill you…" I apologized awkwardly. He gave a short laugh and threw his arm over my shoulder. "It's O.K. …so…how are we going to get her to believe in you?" He asked with a slight grin on his face.

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