Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all recognizable characters and situations contained therein. All original content in this fic is property of the author. Story is rated M for adult language, and content including underage drinking, and the recreational use of marijuana amongst teenagers and adults, as well as sexual situations.

**One Week Later, Sam POV**

The last week had dragged out, the second day I had gone to Chief Swan's, Bella hadn't been there, in fact, no one had. I guess Chief figured who would ever have the balls to rob his place right?

Well I had gotten all the prelim work done, and since then it had just been a waiting game for the distributor to get the window to my local store. Picking up my cell, I call the shop again. Allen is the owner, I've been doing business with him since before I'd even gotten my license, so we go way back, and I'm not even offended when he picks up, and snaps into the phone without saying hello, "No, Uley, your fucking window is NOT in yet! I told you I would call YOU when it gets here, and if you don't stop bustin my God damned balls, I swear to God, I'm going to cancel the order and let you go get gouged by one of them fuckin chain stores!"

He hangs up without even waiting for a reply. I can't blame him, I've been calling him almost hourly since yesterday, he probably wants to shoot me. Hell, being honest I'm going to be lucky to escape this, whatever it is, that Chief's daughter is doing to me without getting shot by someone, most likely Chief Swan himself.

When I walked into her room that first day, her eyes wide as she realized I wasn't her mom or dad, the shrill embarrassment in her voice as she shouted, I had been caught. She had a smokin' little figure for a high school kid. Hell, as even Chief Swan himself had said, some things a man just can't help, and I guess he couldn't help wanting to paint her as a child to me, but even when I thought she was just a kid, I couldn't help but be sucked in by her beauty, and her boldness. When she sauntered right up to me in the movie theater, ran her hands over my skin, damn, she was lucky Em hadn't ripped her to shreds.

Em's name is like cold water being poured over me, yanking me back to reality. No, prurient daydreams about the Chiefs' daughter aren't going to do anything but get me into big trouble. Best to avoid at all costs.

Getting up, I head outside, the air is warm, with a breeze, thankfully no rain though, perfect day to go out and see what I can get into. I haven't hung out with Jared in a while, may be worth it to have to deal with his girl if it means getting my mind off of Bella for a while.

Going over to the garage I take the tarp off my bike, and hang it on the hook, grabbing my helmet off the handle bars I put it on and maneuver the bike around, before starting the engine, and tearing off down the road.

**Later that night, Bella POV**

Sitting in Jake's kitchen, fairly drunk, I sigh, why am I here? Oh yeah, Embry had thought I needed to get out of my room, stop mooning around, and have some fun, so where did he take me? To my ex's house. Yeah, that makes sense.

Jake's dad had gone to visit Becca in Hawaii, I had given him some letters and stuff to give her, and he'd be gone till after 4th of July weekend, so of course Jake was having a party.

Looking around at the litter of red cups my stomach gives a slight lurch, which gives way to little flips as I feel hot hands cup my bare shoulders, ugh, I slur a little as I turn, "Stop, don't!"

I get up to leave, and Jake backs me up, till my back hits the fridge, he places his hands on either side of my head, and he sounds drunker than I am, "Don't what, Bells? You used to love this."

The room spins a little, and I swat his hands away, " 'Used to' being the key part of that phrase, Jacob. Besides, aren't you worried that your girlfriend will walk in?"

That gooses his attention, and I use his momentary distraction to slip under his outstretched arms, and out the back door. The breeze has turned cool, and it takes a little of the drunk off. I make my way around to the front of the house, and I sigh with relief when Paul grabs my forearm, "There you are! I was getting worried that you had done something stupid."

Leah shows up, swaying or dancing, I'm not sure which as she yells, "She's drunk, lets go to the beach!"

Leah's drunker than I am, I think… Maybe not, I think as I sway dangerously. Paul shakes his head, "I'll take you guys to the beach, but you have to swear not to go in or near the water, none of us are in any condition to swim tonight."

I nod solemnly along with Leah, and we say in disjointed harmony, "we promise!"

Paul helps us to his truck, tucking me into the backseat, before helping Leah into the front. He goes around, climbing into the drivers' seat, my eyes close as he puts the car in gear and it starts to move.

When I open my eyes we're in the parking lot at the beach, it's late, after 10:30, the only other vehicles are a couple of bikes and a car, Paul groans, "Nevermind, lets go home."

Confused, I ask, "What? Why?"

Leah rolls her eyes, "That's Sam's bike. His, and Jared's, and I think that's J's girl's car."

I raise an eyebrow at Paul, "Really? I thought we talked about this Paul! Don't try to cock block me!"

Paul laughs, "Baby girl if you got a cock I think we're all in trouble!"

Leah shakes her head, "Shut-up Paul! Come on babe, let's go."

He sighs, "Okay."

Getting out, I'm thankful that I wore flip flops because if I was trying to walk in heels or boots right now, on the beach, I'd be flat on my face. We move along the beach, and I can see a bonfire going in one of the pits.

Heading towards the warm, I can make out four figures around the fire, two couples, but they're not sitting together the way you would expect couples to sit. SCG is sitting on a chunk of driftwood, his long legs sprawled in front of him, God he's sexy. He's wearing jeans, motorcycle boots, and a worn in black leather jacket.

I turn to Leah, laughing, and whisper, "Watch this!"

Leah laughs, and Paul groans, "oh God, here we go…"

Ditching my flip flops because they're slowing me down I revel in the feel of the sand beneath my feet as I run over and laughingly jump into SCG's lap, exclaiming, "Sam! It's so great to see you!"

Sam's arms come up around me, and he exclaims in surprise, "Bella! Are you drunk?"

I laugh, "Yup! I was at a party! I can't believe you're here!"

Paul comes into the clearing with Leah on his arm, he starts to speak, but is cut off by the shrill shriek of anger coming from my right, "WHAT THE FUCK, SAM! Get that trashy little ho-bag off of you!"

Leah steps out in front of Paul, "You calling someone else a ho, Em? That's funny!"

Emily seethes, as she turns to Sam, "You see! I told you they were in it together Sammy! Now do you believe me?"

Sam pulls me in against him, as the adrenaline rushes through my blood my buzz starts to fade slightly, and I realize he's either also drunk or high. He grins a little, as his hands rub my hips lightly, and he says, "C'mon, Em, just because they know each other doesn't mean they're in cahoots or something against you."

I see him catch Leah's eye, and smile, she smiles back at him, as she says, "I've known Bella since she was a baby, we became close after the Black girls left town. Regardless of what you think Em, my life doesn't revolve around what you did to me. Seems that unlike you, I've moved on from the fact that you stole my boyfriend, girls who steal, they always worry that what they took is going to be stolen from them. What goes around comes around honey, that's no one's fault but yours."

Emily looks momentarily shamed, but then the anger is back as she focuses on me, "I'm going to tell you once, you little skank, get the fuck off of my man!"

Getting comfortable, I wiggle my ass around on Sam's lap, and am unsurprised to feel a sizable lump poking at me. Laughing, I shoot a triumphant grin at Emily, as I say, "Oh, I think your man likes me just where I am!"

Her face contorts in fury, and she lunges towards me, Leah steps between us, and she immediately backs off, as Leah snarkily warns, "Ah ah ah Em, I don't think you really want to assault the daughter of Forks' Chief of Police! If you think he has no reach down here you are mistaken. Plus, she may look small, but she'd eat you alive, and I'd help her. You lay a hand on her, and the beating the two of us will give you will make the beating I gave you after you decided to play interloper in my life seem like a pillow fight!"

Sam looks worried now, as he says, "I think we had better head out."

This whole time the other couple has been sitting on their side of the fire, making out and not even paying attention to the conflict, but they look up now, and the guy says, "Damn Sam, who's the lil hottie?"

Emily screams in rage, and the other guy's girl shakes her head at him while rolling her eyes, and she quips, "Well, I guess the party's over. C'mon Em honey, I'll take you home. J, Sam, you guys are dogs. Paul, good to see you. Skanky Paleface, Leah, fuck off."

Leah grins at the girl, "Same back at ya Kim, still visiting the clinic monthly?"

The girl who I now know is Kim rolls her eyes, "whatever, Bitch."

Leah throws out one last barb, "I'd keep a watchful eye on your friend Emily here, Kim. Once Bella takes Sam from her she's going to be looking for a new guy, and we all know Em never looks very far for new men."

Even in my addled condition I see the underlying fear flash into the girls eye as she and Emily hurry away.

Sam sighs, running the pad of his thumb over the bare strip of skin between my shorts and tank top, "Well, this has been fun, but I had better go after her. She cooks my food, she may poison me."

I lean back against him, feeling his muscular chest against my back, as I whisper lowly in his ear, "So why don't you just dump her? We can get to know each other."

He smiles, dipping his head to plant a kiss on my bare shoulder, the contrast of the soft full flesh of his lips and the roughness of the stubble around his mouth makes me shiver, and he chuckles darkly, "Little Girl, you have no idea what you're askin for. I'm too old for you."

He lifts me gently by my waist, and moves me off his lap setting me on my feet on the sand. The guy named Jared takes a bucket of water and douses the flames, Sam stirs the ashes while Jared fills the bucket with sand and pours it over top.

Jared nods, "It's out, Sam man, you probably shouldn't ride back."

Paul sighs, "Neither of you should be riding right now, c'mon with us, I'll give you a ride home."

We make our way back to the car, and Paul says, "Sam, why don't you ride up front with me."

Scowling at him, I say, "No, he's gonna ride in back with me!"

Paul sighs, "Fine, Leah, ride in back with them."

Leah laughingly rolls her eyes, and says to me with a conspiratorial grin, "The funny thing is he thinks I'll do something to stop you guys from getting up to anything."

I laugh and climb in after her, situating myself in the middle seat. Sam climbs in beside me, and Paul puts his seat back and gets in the drivers seat.

We pull out of the lot, as Paul fumbles with the stereo putting on his cd player and playing a rock band I haven't heard before. I let my head fall back against the seat, closing my eyes and enjoying the floaty feeling.

After about a minute I feel a hand on my leg, it gently rubs circles on my thigh, lightly grasping the skin before changing directions. I start to turn in his direction, when Paul stops the car, "Sam! You're home man."

Sam looks around, "Dude, you coulda took J first."

Paul rolls his eyes, "Yeah, I coulda, but I figured your old lady is pissed off at you enough. I know Bella, given another 5 mins and you'd a had a hickey or two, consider yourself lucky not to be getting castrated tonight."

Sam smirks, looking deep into my eyes, "Maybe death would be worth it…"

Before I can respond Paul is out of the car, and he slams his seat forward, as he barks, "See you around, Sam!"

Sam smiles at me, "Hope to see you soon Bella."

Smirking back, I reply, "Definitely, I'm still waiting on my new window."

He hurries out of the car, going quickly up the walk, and into the house. I can see his girl through the door as she comes over and slams it, yelling the whole time. Sitting back as Paul gets back in and we get back on the road, I smirk at Leah, "Oh yeah, this is getting good."