Chapter four already? Wow, I'm amazed at my own attention span. Usually I have the attention span of a penguin. Hey look a bird!...

I thought that a cat fight was in order because yesterday I was thinking about previous cat fights involving... not me... wait for it... my mother! No kidding! She's like crazy when it comes to fights. Once when my aunties and my mom went out clubbing and a man kicked her car, they chased him in her car, ran him over (like literally ran him over), pulled out his dreadlocks, and even beat him up with pieces of timber! (My mom is a health and safety manager and works on demolition sites). Scary, I know. I would've hated to be that guy...

I also changed Chapter one a little bit so that it fits Kim's story so you might wanna check that out.

Anyway enough stories, and don't kill me!

There we stood in the line, waiting eagerly to enter our favourite club. It was about nine thirty or something. The music coursed through the speakers, loud and electrifying. The rage of the nightclub spilled onto the streets. I recognized a few other kids from school including Kate Hamilton; Kristal's arch-nemesis. Kristal had alot of enemies but Kate was her ultimate foe. Better keep Kris away from her tonight.

The big, heavy bouncers let us pass through without I.D; they had known us since our grandparents bought the place. Oh, did I forget to mention that our grandparents had made their fortune through nightclubs? We didn't run the place obviously but a close friend of our grandfathers, Ricky, operated all of the nightclubs that they owned since their death. Which was about maybe twelve or something? I've lost track. They did make quite alot of money from party goers like ourselves.

Inside the music pumped while people on the dance floor danced their little hearts out. The smell of alcohol and sweat filled the air. We headed straight to the bar, and were greeted by Marcus; the cute bartender who Kris had always had a thing for.

"Hey girls! Long time no see! What can I get for you young ladies tonight?" He asked vibrantly as he leaned across the bar.

"Hey Marcus! I would like the usual please; a Vodka Cruiser Wildberry." I replied equally brightly.

"Same for me please." Jaycee said.

"And a Cosmopolitan for me!" Kristal declared.

"Okay then coming right up." He said and turned to retrieve mine and Jay's drinks and Kristal's Cosmo. He supplied me and Jaycee with chilly Vodka Cruisers and Kristal her Cosmopolitan.

"Thanks Marcus! Keep em coming!" I praised.

We took our drinks and headed to our usual seats, careful not to tip the contents of our drink as we sipped them. An hour or so later and we were still drinking before we set out for the dance floor, bumping and grinding against each other. We danced, drank and just had a good time. Until Kate and her crew of bitches showed up. Kate, who had obviously had abit too much to drink, started to argue with Kristal over complete shit.

"Okay I'll take the fake blonde on the left and you take the brunette with the boob job. And I think we can both take down Barbie if we worked together." Jaycee strategized with me while the quarrel continued. Suddenly Kate lashed out at Kristal, who despite her tipsiness, dodged Kate's flying punches and socked her one right in the ribs. The two blondes moved in to help Kate; I stopped both of them before they could even reach her by pulling at their fake hair. The brunette tried to grab me but was lunged at by Jaycee. One of the blondes managed to escape my hold and slapped me sharply across the face. It hurt. Alot.

"Oh no you didn't just slap me you fucking Barbie bitch!" I pushed the blonde I was holding face first on to the dance floor before I advanced towards Barbie. She swiped at me with her manicured nails, just cutting my cheek. I felt the trickle of warm blood down my cheek. I took hold of her wrists as she made another swipe for me, whilst twisting her arms around her back. A circle of people surrounded us; some had their cell phones out, no doubt going to post this on YouTube under: Crazy cat fight: Don't mess with these bitches. I saw that Kristal and Kate were wrestling on the floor and that Jaycee had the brunette's locks in her fist and was kneeing her stomach, putting to use some of those Karate moves she had learnt back in middle school. I gathered the blonde's hair and pulled it backwards she fell straight onto the floor, back first. I pinned her down to the ground, my legs resting on her arms, while I bitch slapped her into 2010.

"Ouch! You bit me! You motherfucking bit me!" Jaycee shrieked. I heard Jaycee struggling with the second blonde so I punched her square in the face, knocking her out cold. Second time today that I've punched someone, what a record. I seized the brunette who was pulling Jaycee's hair while the blonde held her. We pulled at each other's hair till I finally got a good grip on her and threw her to the ground. I hit her in the face leaving her whimpering on the floor about her beautiful face. I was just about to yank the second blonde off of Jay before I heard a noise.

"What the hell is going on here? American Gladiator?" I heard Ricky yell in his powerful voice. We all immediately stopped fighting and thrashing and faced him.

"Kimberly?" he asked bewilderedly. He shook his head. He pointed to the four bitches we were frozen on top of or in between knocking the fuck out. Barbie was just coming around, clutching her head painfully. That must've hurt, I thought smugly.

"You four, out" he said pointing for the door. Kristal, Jaycee and I stood up and tried unsuccessfully to blend in with the array of people. But when you have a cut face, red, slapped cheeks, messy hair and a bruise forming under your eye it's kind of hard to not stick out like a sore thumb.

"And you three in the back room, now." Ricky ordered firmly, there was no way past that voice. We all slinked through the fading crowd as they went back into party mode.

We followed Ricky through the bar and into the packed storage room. He shut the door behind us. I winced; no escape now. He faced us and shook his head.

Ricky looked half his age, he would kill me if I told you how old he was, but he looked in his mid-thirties. He had ebony hair and dark grey eyes. He was almost like a father to me- if a father let his kids into nightclubs. Sure, it's against the law but technically, I own this club so why does it matter?

"Kimberly, I know that your grandparents initially left you the bar's but that doesn't give you and your friends the right to wreak havoc and start fights." He said sternly.

"But Ricky we didn't even start it! That bitch and her gang out there absolutely hates Kristal and had too much to drink. She began to argue with Kris over bullshit and then she attacked Kris! You know that we, mainly Jay and I, are not violent persons. But we do not take things lying down! She started a fight and we just finished it." I concluded simply. Ricky stared at us for a while before sighing.

"Fine I'll take your word for it then. But you know two wrongs do not make a right, do you understand?" Ricky asked strictly.

We nodded.

"Okay now enjoy the rest of your night. I hope you have a sober driver and please, for the clubs sake, do not start anymore fights?" We nodded again.

"Skedaddle." He said motioning for us to go. We left the room, unabashed. The rest of the night we continued to party like the teenagers we were, drink like the world depended on it, and danced like it was freaking 1960. I loved Fridays.

Paul's POV

Circle the perimeter and then go home Paul, but make sure you are back before dawn because we are on alert; we don't want this leech to get anywhere near La Push okay Jared? Sam thought as he ran back home, probably to fuck Emily senselessly as she liked to wait up for him. Ugh, I absolutely hated this job. It was freaking two o clock in the morning and we were still trying to track down the bloodsucker's scent. Why couldn't the monsters just fucking die and save us the job.

Well I didn't exactly sign up for this either. Your fucking girlfriend did this to me! Jared thought furiously as he ran beside me.

It's not her fault that you were such a pissy asshole that morning just because you got an F in Geography now is it? I retorted heatedly.

How come you have liked her for so long and not said anything about it? He suddenly asked. He flipped through my mind, seeing Kim stare at Jared through my eyes from my memories and hearing things that I've heard. He was silent for a moment.

She liked me? I snorted. The trees past me in a blur as we ran towards Port Angeles, trying to get a whiff of the bloodsucker.

Like is an understatement. I was surprised that you hadn't noticed it. She loved you bro. But you were too blind to see it as you fucked around with those other girls. She's a great girl Jared, I'm just sorry that you didn't see that in her.

She fucking punched my face Paul! You're supposed to be my best friend but you're sticking up for that skank like you're already married to her! He exclaimed angrily.

Fucking call her anything nasty again and I'm gonna fucking rip your beady little eyes out of your thick skull and stuff them down your throat! I replied before I ran off home, blocking out Jared's thoughts and leaving him on his own. Who gives a shit if he was a newcomer? Jared's my best friend really but sometimes he just really makes me wanna tear out his throat and feed it to my cat.

I stopped a few meters away from the back door to phase and put on my shorts.

The house was silent, everyone must be asleep. I walked to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice and sculled down the contents, wiping my mouth. God, as soon as I climbed the stairs into my room the only thing I wanted to do was sleep. I saw my cell phone light up on my drawer, indicating that I had a message. I flipped it open and read the message "Paul could you pick us up please? We're at The Rage in town. Jay and Kris are complaining about being cold lol." It was from Kim. And there were two missed calls from her too. I checked the time that she had sent them. Twelve forty two? Shit! It was one fifty three already! Shit, shit, shit! I chanted to myself over and over again as I snatched my keys from my drawer. I virtually threw myself into my car and fumbled with the keys before I sped towards Port Angeles, trying to not kill myself in the process.

Kim's POV

"Where the hell is he?" I muttered to myself as I struggled to keep Jay and Kris on their feet. We stood in front of the club, freezing our asses off because Paul wasn't here yet. If I had known that he was going to be this late I would've gotten us a cab earlier.

"I love you Kimmy Bear and-and I don't care if you want to date that fa-faggot Paul. As long as you're happy I'm happy you know?" Kristal mumbled incoherently as her head lolled on my shoulder, barely awake. She hiccupped and then giggled girlishly.

"Thanks Krissy, but after tonight I think I might have to reconsider dating Paul." I replied breathlessly as I hauled them down the street.

Suddenly bright lights blinded my vision as I heard a car come to a screeching halt in front of us. I naturally panicked; I knew that since Jaycee and Kristal were so drunk that they could hardly form proper sentences we would be easy to take advantage of. I wouldn't be able to fight them off because I'm hardly sober myself. The person jumped out of the car, leaving its engine still running, and moved towards us. The black silhouette was very tall and muscular; I was definitely no match for this person. There was only one thing I could do. I screamed. It pierced through the silent night, alarming and loud. It just hoped that someone big would come running to our aid. A giant hand covered my mouth and just about my whole face, muffling the cry for help.

"Shhhhhh! It's just me, Paul see?" He said trying to calm me down.

As soon as I had quieted down enough to realize that it really was Paul he removed his hot hand from my face. Then he was hugging me, his scorching arms wrapped around me which, by the way, might've been abit difficult seeing as I still had Jay and Kris in my grip.

"Sorry I'm so late; I didn't get off till two and then when I got your txt I raced down here straight away to pick you up." He breathed in my hair.

"Paul, thanks and all, but could you just like help me abit? You're kinda adding extra weight to these two and I'm not made of steel you know." I said as I strained to keep them both up.

"Oh sorry." He muttered as he immediately took Kris and Jay out of my grasp and towed them to the car. I followed him into the black car, enjoying the feel of blood rushing to my arms.

He carefully put a grumbling Jaycee and a heavy lidded Kristal into the back seat.

"I don't wanna go bed now." Jay mumbled as her head drooped sideways. I sat in the front seat of the warm car while Paul hopped in the car.

"Please put on your seatbelt; I've been told that I'm abit of a hazardous driver." He stated, watching the road. No kidding, I thought to myself while he sped through Port Angeles.

"Uh, so how was work?" I asked in an attempt to make conversation. As we passed under a light I saw Paul grimace.

"It was... completely boring." He answered truthfully.

"What do you do?" I enquired curiously.

"I... well, I can't exactly say."

"What is it like if I tell you I'll have to kill you?" I pressed on.

"Not precisely but something like that. You could say I save lives, basically." Paul replied mysteriously.

"Like a life guard?"

"Almost, it isn't voluntary but I don't get paid for it."

"What kind of job makes you work till friggin two in the morning but doesn't pay you anything?" I exclaimed angrily.

"My job", he sighed.

"I'm sorry if I'm annoying you by being nosy and everything but it's just... your boss sounds really lousy." I apologized.

"No it's fine. You have the right to be nosy." He chuckled.

"You're not in a gang are you?" I suddenly asked disgustedly. It was a possibility; the mysteries, the fact that it was forced on to you if you were born into a gang, he could also be using drugs because that would explain his sudden growth spurt a few weeks earlier. Except for the fact that gangs don't save lives, they destroy them. I had seen enough of that before and I really didn't need to see anymore. I sneered as I clenched my fists.

"No, no of course not!" he replied as he glanced over at me worriedly.

"Are you okay?" he asked wearily seeing the scorn I was giving the windscreen wipers.

"Well, I kinda have this problem with gangs you see; I'm originally from La Push but I used to live in LA; home to a few gangs. My father was part of a gang, a very violent one in fact; they sold anything they could get their hands on; drugs, ammunition, weapons and they also killed. My father disappeared when he found out that my mom was pregnant with his second child, but my brother was seven and had already been exposed to gang life. Once you are born into the gang world there was no getting out. So even after my father left, the gang still thought that Matt should be a part of the gang. After a few years we lived there; being forced to stay. Then one night when I was about three my asshole of a father came back and stayed with us for a few days. The gang found out about it and threatened us because apparently he had sold a lot of "merchandise" to the opposition. My father, being the coward he is, ran away again so we decided to do the same. My mother packed us into the car in the middle of the night and we drove back to La Push where my grandparents still lived. They took us in, gave us money for a house here and my mother a job; they raised us and loved us, even my brother for what he had done in the gang which, trust me, was not nice. Then when I was twelve, my family all died on Christmas Eve, leaving me, Matt and my first cousin Lila family-less. The police and doctors all said car accident but I was suspicious because just a week before the crash a member of the gang had seen my mother and my uncle and confronted them. If it hadn't been for my uncle he would've probably killed my mom, there was no denying that. And all because of my worthless, good-for-nothing father." I huffed as I finished my story. I took a momentary look at Paul, to see him frowning.

"Sorry, you asked if I was okay not for my whole life story." I grumbled. I'm probably freaking him out right now. It hasn't even been twenty four hours and I'm already telling this guy everything about me!

"No... I like it. You have a very... complicated life story. If I ever see your dad though, I'm not making any promises that I won't kick the living shit out of him." Paul said turning his head and grinning at me. I grinned back.

"No, of course, be my guest. Its better you rather than me. I'll paralyze him from the waist down so he can't ever spread his evil seed any further"

"I hope you mean that." He replied.

We were silent for a while; the trip was pretty slow taking into account the speed Paul was going. The guy drives like a freaking maniac on wheels. No, he drives like Kristal on wheels. Much better comparison.

I directed him towards my house and soon he stopped in front of the modern house that my cousin and I called home. It was evidently too fancy for La Push, but we lived along the back roads, away from the prying eyes of the gossiping locals. Paul suddenly went rigid for a moment. Uh-oh. Bad sign.

"Woah, um... nice house. What exactly does your cousin do for a living?" he asked as he gaped at the house. I laughed nervously because this was (shockingly) the first time anybody besides my friends had come to my house. Or even saw my house for that matter. No parties here, unfortunately.

"Yeah my cousin likes to splash out sometimes." I said anxiously. He turned his gaze in my direction and his brow furrowed.

"What happened to your face?" he asked as he held my face in his warm hands, turning it sideways, examining it.

Oh shit, the cost of fights. As much as I had enjoyed giving those superficial bitches what they deserved I hated getting bruises or cuts. It was so annoying when I had to go to school with a black eye or a broken collarbone. Trust me, it isn't funny.

"Does it look that bad?" I said frantically as I checked in the mirror. Not too bad this time, sure there's a cut across my cheek from that blonde but at least I had given that girl a beating that she wouldn't forget easily. Apart from the cut and the fading redness on my cheek from being slapped, I reckoned it didn't look that appalling.

"What did you do? Get into a fight?" Paul asked jokingly while I was wondering where I kept my spare Band-Aids.

"Exactly." I replied nonchalantly.

"With who?"

"Kate Hamilton and her army of cosmetically repaired whores. And boy did we dish it to them."

"Wow. You're quite feisty aren't you? I mean first Jared and now this? Who would've thought a girl like you, all gentle and harmless, could be so violent? It's amazing." He mused aloud as he stared at me in bewilderment.

"Yeah. But, between you and me, they never suspect the innocent ones." I whispered deviously with a grin on my face.

"You're so... evil." He said, stunned.

"Yes. I know." We laughed. Kris shifted in the back seat, making me jump.

"Maybe I should go in now. Kristal and Jaycee are probably gonna get really mad if they wake up in the morning in a strangers car. Uh... could you help me take them in? They aren't the exactly as light as feathers you know." I asked Paul.

"Oh sure." He responded as he got out of the car and easily lifted them on to their feet and dragged them towards the house like they were as light as feathers. Apparently he thought they were.

I awkwardly fumbled with the keys to the house in the darkness, trying to use the night vision I don't have to see which key was the one for the door. I didn't have to because the door was open. I pushed it aside and motioned for Paul to lay the girls anywhere on the couch.

"What the hell?" Lila's voice came from behind me, giving me such a freaking shock that I almost pissed myself. I turned on my heels to see Lila dressed in her skimpy night dress, revealing alot of coverage. I jealously wished that I had Lila's body.

"Oh Lila- you're home. Paul was just driving me and the girl's home." I explained when I saw Lila's eyes flicker from me to Paul, as she took in his height and muscularity. Get your own, I thought in my head. This one's taken.

"Really? So how come it looks like Paul just dumped a few dead bodies in our living room?" she asked raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Kristal and Jaycee are really drunk. They're gonna stay here for the night is that okay?"

"Of course. Hello Paul, I'm Lila; Kim's cousin." She extended a hand politely and Paul took it in his huge grip.

"Um- Hi." He replied anxiously.

"Would you like anything to drink? Coffee? Water? Juice?" she asked as she made her way to the kitchen. I gestured for him to sit while I followed Lila into the kitchen.

"Just a coffee please. No sugar or milk please." He called from the living room.

"Okay then." She called back.

"Me too Lila, please." I requested.

"Kay then." She answered. As she made the coffee she talked about her date, saying it went really well and that she was going on another date with this mystery man tomorrow night.

"How many?" she asked casually as she passed me the cup of steaming coffee. I took a small sip, feeling it burn down my throat.

"Four." I replied as we walked back into the living room with the cups of coffee. Her lips puckered.

"How much damage this time?" she enquired distractedly.

"Just their faces and dignity." I replied cooly. She sighed.

"Who was it?" she asked as we sat down by a very confused Paul.

"Kate Hamilton and her crew. Krissy's mortal enemy, she started going on about how Aiden had dumped her because she thinks Kristal was fucking him while they were still together. She just can't accept the fact that she's annoying and clingy, that's why Aiden dumped her." I stated obviously.

"Hamilton aye? Yeah, I used to go to school with her older sister, Tania. She was so annoying too. And dumb; I was paired with her on an assignment once and she kept asking me all of these thick questions. I was amazed that we actually got a B, no thanks to her." Lila snorted. Then there was an awkward silence, unspoken words waiting to be said.

"I'd better get home." Paul finally said after a while as he stood up. I stood up too and Lila followed me.

"Oh, are you sure? You're welcome to stay the night if you want to; we have a spare bed upstairs. You look tired, and I'm not sure you'd be alright to drive." Lila asked worriedly.

"No I'm fine. But thank you anyway. I should go home, but hey, um... Kim do you still want to go to the movies tomorrow night? Its okay if you don't though, coz' you don't have to if you don't want to though-"

"Yes, yes, yes. Okay Paul? No need to give yourself a brain tumour." I interrupted him before he could carry on any further. Lila had collected the cups and slinked away while Paul was rambling on. We walked to his car in the darkness and stopped beside the door.

"I hope you drive safely Paul. Are you sure that you don't want to stay the night? I really don't want to feel guilty if you wrap yourself around a tree you know."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm alright to drive."

"Right, yeah, somehow that doesn't make me feel any better either."

"You shouldn't worry about me; I can tie my own shoe laces and everything you know." He grinned.

"Okay then. Well... goodnight Paul, thanks for picking us up so early in the morning." I thanked him.

"It's fine Kim." Awkward silence. I sighed.

"So... I'll see you tonight then?" Paul said as he glanced at the time on his watch.

"I guess so..." I replied. Hurry up and kiss me you moron! I shouted in my head. Then, as if he had actually heard it (I was sure I was using my inner voice...?) he leaned in with his eyes closed towards my lips. Our lips met, moved together simultaneously. Then he whispered a goodbye in my ear, pecked my cheek and drove off. I touched my lips, wondering when the fireworks would appear.

I distantly went back inside, covered a sleep-talking Jaycee and a snoring Kristal in a woolly blanket, dressed and washed off the rest of the make-up, then headed to bed. Just as I was right about to fall into a deep sleep, something popped in my mind. It was from a few weeks ago, when I was hiking aimlessly through the La Push woods. I recall it getting dark and I wasn't quite sure where I was going, and then I saw a pair of dark brown eyes staring at me through the bushes. I wasn't sure whether it was a figment of my imagination or something, but I remember them vividly and I could've sworn Paul's eyes seem to be the same colour.

Happy New Year! Thank you to everyone who reviewed; you all make me feel special with your kind reviews and all. I know it took me forever to update but that was because I was eight hours away from any form of civilization, in an area where the beach is a place to worship and the days are as hot as the wolf pack. I hoped everyone had a Merry Christmas and that Santa was good to you. 2010 already? I trust everyone had a good 2009, because there's no going back! I'll try to update soon...

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