I Want to Hate You
Disclaimer: The characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer
Paul's POV
I want to hate her. I really do. All because she is that repulsive Bella's best friend. I mean if she and Bella are friends they obviously have some things in common, right. Maybe she is another leech lover. I want to wipe that friendly smile right off her face as she sits next to me. I want to tell her to move. But I can't. Every nerve in my body is calling out to her. And I don't even know her name.
I want to kill and thank Sam at the same time. He was the one that allowed the Forks kids to celebrate their graduation here at La push. If it wasn't for Sam I would never have met and imprinted on Bella's friend. That's all I can call her now, Bella's friend. I mean I don't know her name or anything. But I hate to have call her that. I don't want to think that she had relations to such a bitch.
"What's your name", I asked desperately needing to know.
"Angela", she says in the loveliest voice I have ever heard. God, did I just say lovely.
Angela… I sighed, content for the moment.
