I looked around my room letting out a sigh. I have been waiting for this day for years, but especially after Paul and I broke up last year, I just couldn't get out of here soon enough. My bed was stripped, pictures were all taken down, and clothes were already in the back of my car in my suitcases for the long plane ride to our new home. I picked up my last box of things to go in storage, dropping my glass wolf that Missy's dad had given us a few years ago when we had a bon fire, and he told us all the myths of the tribe. "Fuck! I hope I didn't break it," I mumbled as I reached for it under my bed. I pulled it out dragging something along with it. My heart pinched in pain as I looked at my junior prom picture of Paul and I. We looked so happy together. That was the night we made love for the first time. It wasn't the first time we had sex, but it was the first time we slowed down and showed each other how we felt. Oh well, that was a long time ago. As much as I loved him and as much as I missed him, I hated him even more. Last I heard, he turned down three football scholarships to stay home. Probably to stay close to his growing gang. Maybe it was a good thing he ripped my heart out. I would have stayed behind with him if we were together had he asked. I walked down the stairs kicking my door shut behind me with my heel. My mom and dad sat on the couch watching TV. My mom was pouring a shot and my dad was flipping channels. Thank God I'm moving far away from here. I hope I never have to come back. "This is it. I'm leaving." I said watching them from the hallway. I don't know why I even expected for them to show some sort of emotion towards me. "Make sure you got all your crap out. We're renting your room out," my dad said with his eyes fixed on the TV. I let out a sigh hanging my head low walking out of the house. I had to go take these boxes to the storage Missy and I rented, and then go pick Missy up for the airport. She was just as anxious about leaving as I was. When I walked out of the house, I noticed a beat up truck across the street. The closer I got to my car the more I noticed the guy in the driver seat was Paul. He looked at me then looked away. I shook my head putting the box in the back seat, slamming my door shut with our old picture still in my hand. His door started to open, but I didn't let him get out. I walked over to the mail box, and stuffed the picture in it. Then, I looked back at Paul, and flipped him off.

"I'm so excited Sam! We are finally free from La Push. I hear the guys at this university are hotties. Who knows maybe we will meet our real soul mates here." Missy said as we opened the door to our dorm room. I rolled my eyes tossing my stuff to the side. We both looked around at the small dark room. "We're going to need to go shopping." Missy sighed looking around then back at me. I smiled over at her."I don't have a soul mate, Missy. I'm just a flirt. I don't want or need a man. And yeah this place needs some color," I said giving her a quick smile. Missy set her stuff down sighing. "God your so stubborn. I bet you will find the man of your dreams and fall madly in love. I mean look at how hot you are." She giggled pointing at the mirror. It wasn't that I doubted myself in anyway. I just didn't want to deal with the bullshit of a relationship. "Yes, yes I am a stubborn bitch, and Missy, I love you, you know that right?" I said looking back at her giving her a big smile. "OH god. Yes I know, and I love you too, but whatever your planning lets think about it first," she said knowing me all too well. I sat on my bed looking across to her. "Listen, its just, we're away from home. We're single. We're hot. We should have fun. We should be looking at campus as a play ground, you know. Let's play a little cat and mouse." Missy started to laugh, shaking her head at me. "Come on, have you never heard of college experimenting?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows at her. "OK wait, you're not saying you want to A) be a hoe and fuck around, Or B) hook up with girls. Are you?" She asked laughing even harder as my face feel. "God no, I don't know. I just want to have fun. So whatever is fun, I'm doing it!" I said trying to explain to her my plan. Missy smiled flopping back on the bed."I don't want to be a flirt. I think you got that covered for us both Miss. Pimptress," Missy teased sitting up. "Come on, we're going to be late for orientation. Try paying attention and not looking for prey." She laughed walking out the door. I rolled my eyes, following behind her. I would turn her into a flirt sooner or later. She just needed to get over Jacob's lame ass. When we walked into the auditorium, I was surprised at how packed the place was. There were people all over the place. Missy and I looked at each other smiling like we were both thinking the same thing. It was time to party. People were throwing things, laughing, making out, and just having a good time in general. "Come on, I see some seats over here," Missy said taking my hand as we squeezed past people to the middle of the auditorium. I tripped over someone's foot and landed in the lap of someone. I looked up slowly, hoping whoever it was wasn't looking down my shirt. "Sorry, someone's foot was in the way," I said looking up to the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. I gave him a flirty smile, still sitting on his lap. "I take that back. I meant to fall in your lap," I said licking my bottom lip, and wiggling my eyebrows at him, taking in his full hotness. He had liquid golden eyes that seemed so warm and welcoming. His smile had my heart melting like butter and his dimples, god his dimples had me actually soaking my panties a little. His body was rock hard from what I could feel. He dressed with a style I have always found attractive. He wore a black DC shirt with white writing and a dark grey design, A black matching DC hat slightly tilted to the side, and a dark grey hoodie, medium washed blue jeans, and white black and grey DC's. His musky sweet scent swirled around me paralyzing my brain from being able to do anything other than make me stare at him. I got lost looking back up into his eyes. He stared back at me smiling at me, while I tried to remember how to use my legs. He cleared his throat looking over at Missy, then back to me. "You must have fallen straight from heaven to bless me with such a beautiful view," he said taking my hand in his, kissing it gently while looking straight into my eyes setting off mini fireworks. "I'm Emmett Cullen, but you can call me yours," he whispered, while I sat there like an idiot trying to remember my name. "Fuck what was my name?" I thought when I heard I giggle that only Missy could make."Hi, I'm Missy, and this little frozen Pimptress over here is Sam, but you can call her Stunned." I snapped out of my daze jumping off his lap as they laughed, looking over at me. I glared over at Missy, who went to take a seat. I looked back over at Emmett, who's eyes were focused on me giving me a breath taking smile."I'm not stunned, I was just…ugh well walking in these heals gets tiring. I needed a rest." What the fuck did I just say? Shit where did my flirtiness go? I quickly walked away, taking my seat next to Missy. "Real smooth, Sam." Missy giggled patting my leg. I shook my head, feeling my cheeks burn from embarrassment. "I was caught off guard," I mumbled as the dean began to speak. Emmett was probably the hottest guy here and I fucking blew it. Great, there goes my master flirt plan. I'm probably going to be labeled as the school air head now. I glanced over at him and to my surprise he was looking over at me. My heart jumped out my chest as he winked at me then turned his attention back over to the dean. "I got to stay away from him," I mumbled to myself, but Missy caught it. "Why? Is he too hot or something?" She giggled, loving my embarrassment. I looked over at her with a cocked eyebrow not amused."Something like that." I sighed not daring to look over at him again. After the longest hour and a half ever, we were finally dismissed. I finally looked over at Emmett, only to see he was gone. I sighed thinking "Oh well, it's not like I would ever have to see him again. This is a pretty big campus how often would I run into him?" "I'm starving. Let's go eat then unpack," Missy said, once we were outside. I rubbed my hands together feeling the chilled wind whip around me. Why did we pick Alaska again? Oh yeah, to get as far away from our old lives as possible. There would be no chance in running into anyone we knew with an ocean between us.

We took about twenty minutes looking for the lunch room. Once we got there, I had lost my appetite. I honestly was tired, but we had a lot to do. So taking a nap just wasn't an option. I picked at my food while Missy went on about classes, and what we should do our first weekend out here. I was paying attention but was also scanning the lunch room. For what? I don't know. Maybe an easier target then Mr. Sex-On-Legs. I finally gave up; not seeing a cute guy anywhere in sight. Not one that compared to Emmett that is."Sam, You ok?" Missy asked throwing a fry at me."Ugh. Yeah, I'm fine. Just jet lagged, I think." I said picking up my soda taking a quick sip. "Well, pull it together. Mr. Hottness and a cute friend are making their way over here." She blushed looking down at her plate, Missy blushed? I haven't seen that in awhile. A shadow fell over me, while I tried not to look too interested in what was going on. I closed my eyes inhaling his heavenly scent, before I felt his cool breath slip past my neck as he spoke. "Hello, Stunned," he whispered in my ear as he took a seat next to me. I rolled my eyes, looking over at him. I flashed him a quick smile, trying not to look too excited to be seeing him again."Well, if it isn't the best seat in the house," I said looking over at him, hoping I didn't go stupid this time. Emmett flashed a bright smile at me. I took a breath, feeling relived that I didn't completely fuck up again."I told you a couple of angels graced us with their presents," Emmett said keeping his eyes on me, briefly looking at his friend then back to me. "Hi, I'm Melissa. My friends call me Missy," I heard Missy introduce herself to Emmett's friend. "Well, I don't want to be just a friend. So, I think I'll call you 'my darlin'. Most people call me Jasper." I looked over at Emmett's friend, who was totally eye fucking Missy, and what do you know she was eye fucking him back. "I think I'll just call you Jazzy, because I'm jazzed to meet you," she said, trying to flirt back, but having a hard time getting the concept, considering she has never had to flirt before in her life. Jasper took a seat next to her. "Well that's good. I would hate to see what you would call me if you weren't," he cleared his throat "jazzed to meet me." He slightly chuckled as she turned bright red looking away from him."I thought I'd come over and offer you a seat." I looked back over at Emmett, who was patting his lap. "I think I'm fine right here, but I'll take a rain check." I smiled playing with my soda bottle looking him over again. God he was fucking sexy. "So, you're not from around here, are you?" Emmett laughed looked down then back up to me. "Is it that obvious?" I asked, looking around at the large group of bodies that swarmed the lunch room, all in heavy jackets. "Well, a little. I saw you shivering the second you walked out of the auditorium. Most locals don't shiver, because we are used to the cold," he said reaching for my hand. I jolted back feeling how ice cold his hands were. They sent a shiver up my spine. "So, your stalking me now?" I smirked, pulling my hand back from his. Emmett gave me a sly half smile, rubbing his chin. "Stalking no. Admiring yes. I have to admit. Something in your eyes has caught my attention. I'm curious to know more about you," he said leaning back in his chair. "Maybe you guys should come to the club with us this week. You can show me your moves." Missy giggled catching my attention. I looked over at her, pleading with my eyes to have her stop right there. I did not want to go to the club with this god of a man. The way he looked at me, his eyes burned into my soul, he was reading me like a forbidden book and I had to stop it. It was all to familiar. The look he gave me that is. Paul used to look at me like that, but really after having sex not like this. I mean Emmett had just met me and his eyes said compassion, love, faith. "Did someone say club? Hell I'm in, if what did you call her earlier?" Emmett said leaning forward towards Missy chuckling. "Pimptress? Or whatever you called her, comes too," Emmett said sounding excited. I was suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. "I don't do clubs. My name is Samantha and there is nothing about me worth knowing. Excuse me, but I have to go. Missy are you coming?" I said grabbing my things standing up. Missy gave me a confused look, as she handed Jasper her number. All three of them looked at me like I was an alien calling for my space ship. "Wait, what did I say?" Emmett jumped up running after me. I ignored him, walking as fast as I could down the hallway. Emmett ran in front of me. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked, still confused. He cocking his head to the side. "NO! Yes. I'm not sure, but I can't talk to you," I said trying to walk around him. "Well, wait. I mean, weren't you just flirting with me? Do you have a boyfriend or something?" "I was flirting with you, and I don't have a boyfriend. I don't date," I said getting anxious to get away from him. " I don't understand what the problem is. I wasn't asking you to be with me. I was saying going to a club would be fun as a group. I thought we were on the same page," Emmett pleaded with me trying to get me to look at him. "Yeah well I don't have pages. So no, we're not on the same page," I said seeing Missy and Jasper to the side of us. "Look, I don't go out with guys who give off chessy pick up lines. No matter how cute the line is or how hot the guy is, it's just not my style," I said trying to move past him again. "So what is your style? You like the jerks that will promise you the world then stomp on your heart? I'm a good guy. I'm good looking. Why can't we at least be friends?" Emmett snapped clearly offended by me. "That is the problem. Now, please move," I said trying shoving past him. "Em, let her go man," his friend said, while Emmett looked over at me, staring at me with hurt eyes. I felt bad, because he didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't scared of him even though he was three times my size, and had a pissed off confused yet trust worthy look on his face. Emmett stepped to the side, keeping his eyes on me. I walked to our room, not saying anything as Missy asked me repeatedly what was wrong. Once in the room, I tossed my purse aside and flopped on the bed and began to cry. All I could think of was Paul. I haven't thought of him for so long. It hurt. I felt like Paul was sitting on my chest, like when we were kids and he would sit on me making me call him a god. "SAM! WHAT THE HELL? WHAT DID HE SAY TO YOU?" Missy sat on my bed rubbing my back obviously panicked. She was about to go on a damn man hunt for him and he didn't do anything wrong."Nothing, It's just the way he looked at me. Missy, Paul used to have that look. The look that says 'You're everything to me. Emmett and I just met. So how can he look at me like that? I mean, he wants to know me, Missy." I sobbed turning around. Missy eye brows furrowed, not understanding me. "And why is that bad Sam?" she asked, laying next to me, playing with my hair. "Paul, knows me. Do you have any idea how long it took him to know me on that level? I don't have it in me to do all that again, just to end up broken and stepped on. When I looked into Emmett eyes, I wanted to tell him everything about me." I cried wiping my tears away. I think it's safe to say I was lying to myself about being a flirt. Flirts don't break the way I just did." "You don't really have to, Sam. We are starting our lives. We're in a totally new place. These are new boys who don't know us. Have fun with it, just like you said." I sat up looking over at Missy. I hated when she made more sense than me. "It doesn't matter. He would never talk to me again. I think I hurt his feelings," I said feeling like a big ass bitch. "Well yeah, you were a little rude. I mean, you went from totally flirting with him to completely shutting down. But if you change your mind about the club, maybe I can call Jazzy and have him talk to Emmett." "You have Jasper's number?" I asked jumping up and reaching for my cell phone. "Call him. Put it on speaker please," I begged handing her the phone. "I don't know. I don't want him thinking I'm weird too. I kind like him. He is sweet," she said tossing the phone in the air and catching it a few times. "MISSY!" I cried out pushing her shoulder playfully. "PLEASE." We both started to laugh. "Fine I'll call, but you better not back down from it last minute and ruin it for me." She smirked taking out a piece of paper. I shut our door drowning out the noise from the hallway. The phone rang, I bit my bottom lips nervously waiting for an answer."Well Darlin! Now that was fast. I can't say I am not surprised and pleasantly pleased. What do I owe the pleasure of your phone call?" Jasper's tone echoed through the phone. Missy blushed looking over at me. "Hey Jazzy." She looked at me winking at me. God I hope he didn't hate me.