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"What is that?"

Turning to my side, I examined the plate placed in front of the petite blonde next to me.

"Um….Mac and cheese gone bad?

"That cannot be Mac and Cheese…it looks like something a mud slide would leave behind," The blonde stuck her fork in the food, poking holes. "I can't eat this."

"Natalie, why don't you get Paul to share some of his food with us?" The redhead in front of her asked. I could feel the blush rise to my cheeks, as I looked down.

"He probably wouldn't, he doesn't like sharing his food."

"Please, you know he'll share with you…heck he'd give you the whole plate if you asked," Sophia joined in. I looked around her head, and found Paul grinning at me from his table. Darn him and his super werewolf hearing. I smirked back at him, and my blush depended as he winked at me. I desperately wanted to be over there with him, but we both agreed that we would make time for our friends, neither of us wanted to be isolated away from them.

'See he's smiling!" The blonde twirled a strand of her platinum colored hair in her finger, as she looked at him. "He'll totally share." Something told me she didn't want the food, no, she wanted a reason to see Paul. I could see it in the way she looked at him, and this made my stomach turn in an uncomfortable direction.

"Call him over Nat," She pressured

"How about…no?"

"Do you want us to starve to death?" Yes, I want you to starve to death….

"Stephanie, seriously? If you want food that bad, go get back in the line,"

"I don't have the energy to stand in line all over again,"

Shut up! Could she get more obvious? I still don't understand how Sophia could be friends with her, when she had introduced me to Stephanie and Caitlin, I was expecting decent, friendly, sweet girls, not attention seeking, man hungry females, although Caitlin wasn't as bad as Steph. They remind me of Cinderella's evil step sisters.

"Steph, if Nat doesn't want to call Paul over, then leave it. He is her boyfriend." Sophia came to my rescue. I gave her a fortunate smile.

"Whatever…" Stephanie huffed, and opened up a magazine. She flipped through the pages, occasionally asking Caitlin her opinion on various outfits she saw. I chuckled when she started whining about a sweater she had come across that was out of her budget limit. The funny thing was, I had the exact sweater in my closet, a present from one of my moms many friends; I made a mental note to wear the sweater tomorrow, just to annoy Stephanie. If she wanted to devour my man with her eyes, then I would have to start pushing her buttons.

Before we knew it, the bell had rung, and we all stood to throw our trays away.

"I'm throwing a party this weekend," Steph announced as we walked out of the cafeteria. "You guys must come!"

"What's it for?" I asked

"It's for you!" She replied, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

"My birthday's not till March, but thanks anyways."

"No, you silly, it's so that you can meet everyone in town…it's like a "Welcome to Forks" party"

"That is such a great idea!" Agreed Sophia. She was supposed to defend me! "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because your too busy ogling Embry Call," Stephanie laughed.

"Whose ogling me?"

Caught!

Embry and Paul caught up with us along with Jake and Quil, their giant structures made them easy to spot in the crowded hallway, and as students started to make way for them, it was clear to see, they were feared.

"So whose been checking me out?" Embry asked again, once they reached us.

"Soph- Ouch!" I held back a giggle as I watched Sophia shoot Stephanie a dirty look. A kick in the shin always shut someone up.

Embry let out a laugh, he probably already knew the answer anyways. If not, the deep blush on Sophia's face would give him a pretty good clue. It was so obvious these two had feelings for each other; I don't know who they're trying to fool. The flirting, the sneaking glances, heck they were almost as bad as Paul and I. Noone could outdo me and him, although it's only been 3 weeks into our relationship, we're closer than most couples I've known. If you were to tell me 2 years ago that I wound fall for a over tempered, jealous werewolf, I would have laughed in your face, but it's happened. His temper would take sometime to get used to, although his anger hasn't ever been directed at me, I'd rather have him happy. As for his jealousy…a jealous Paul is pretty hot.

Two very warm arms snaked around my waist, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I leaned into them, relaxing against the hard chest behind me.

"I missed you today" his mouth was against my ear, and at the sound of his husky voice, a shiver ran through my body. He chuckled, and I felt the vibrations. God, the effects this boy had on me.

"I missed you more," I whispered, his werewolf hearing picked it up, and he placed a peck on my head. This is where I wanted to always be. Not in a crowded hallway, huddled to the side; no, I wanted to always be in Paul's arms. Nowhere else have I felt so loved, so wanted, so secure. I don't know what I did to receive this man, but I was going to do everything in my power to make sure I never lost him.

"Hey Paul," Stephanie called; I forgot there were people around us, "are you the type to share?" I felt my insides boil, at the double meaning of her questions. Couldn't she find her own man?

"Not really," his arms tightened around me slightly, and I couldn't keep the grin off my face. Her face fell and her eyes narrowed as she glared at us. Although Paul and everyone else seemed oblivious to her, I was well aware of her intentions, and there was no way I was going down without a fight.

For the remainder of the week, Stephanie and I were all sugary smiles, and evil glares. On more than one occasion, I found her edging close to him, and trying to make a move before he or I put a stop to it. Finding myself in Paul's shoes, I now truly understood why he got so mad when jealousy took over him. Just the thought of Stephanie putting her hands on my Paul, was enough to blow steam through my ears. Seeing her actually trying it, made me shake with anger. To the boys, Embry, Jared, Collin, Jake and Quil, this was pure entertainment. In the words of Embry, "Two girls planning the other murder, and what for? Paul. This is classic." Of course, the minute the last word left his mouth, Paul's fist had collided with his face, ending the conversation.

Wish I could do that to Stephanie

"Paul, I don't wanna be here…why are we playing nice with the enemy?" I complained as Paul held my hand and led me towards a house blasting with music. People were everywhere, on the sidewalk, on the lawn, on the front porch. They all seemed uncontrollable and over ecstatic…a bit over ecstatic.

"Because, the enemy started the game. Anyways, I don't see the point of you fighting this little war with her, you know my heart belongs to you," His warm eyes gazed at me, and my breath caught in my throat. Only he had this effect on me.

"I know," I managed to whisper as we dodged a few drunken kids, and made our way towards the wide open front door. "I just want her to know that,"

I got no reply, as we stepped inside the house, and I stopped moving as I took in the scene before me. Bodies smashing on the dance floor, games of pool table in random areas, bottle after bottle of unknown substances being passed around, and couples doing things that surely made my face red. This was not where I wanted to be. Paul must have felt the same way because he gripped my hand tighter and turned around and led me out the door.

"Is this her way of embarrassing me? By associating that…" I pointed back at the house, "with me?"

"Forget her, forget all of them," he muttered as he opened the door for me to his truck. I watched as he made his way over as quickly as he could, without using his werewolf speed, and before I knew it, we had hit the road.

"Do have anywhere in particular you wanna go?" We were on a quiet road, almost empty, so he didn't feel the need to pay attention to his driving, instead he look at me, anticipating an answer.

"My place?" I suggested. Although I kept my family history, and occupation a secret, I knew Paul was suspicious. Sooner or later he was going to put two and two together, so why not just tell him tonight.

5 minutes later, we were parked in front of the house, and made our way in. Unfortunately for me, my mom had chosen tonight, of all night, to be home.

"Well, who do we have here?" she questioned as we stepped inside the house. She had been placing her shoes on and stopped to greet us. Her knee length black dress and trench coat signaled that she would soon be heading out. Thank you God, let's hope I can get through the introductions.

"Mom, this is Paul, my boyfriend," a stupid grin formed on my lips, "Paul, this is my mom"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Walton," He extended his hand to my mom and she shook it gladly.

"The pleasure's all mine, it's nice to finally meet the young man that's kept Natalie here so busy." Leave it to my mother to embarrass me. My face went through several shades of red before it went back to its original color.
"Mom!" I nearly shouted, but she paid no attention.

"My. You are quiet large for a high school boy. Have you been held back?" Oh God.

"No," he laughed off my mom accusation. "It's probably because I eat so much."

"Hmm. Understandable." She turned to me. "I'm taking your aunt out tonight. I'll be back pretty late. She moved around us and walked out the door. "Your father is flying in tomorrow, so don't make any plans. We'll be having dinner with him." She called out before she disappeared into her car. Great, there goes my Sunday. Instead of getting to hang out in La Push like I had planned, I was going to be stuck at a dinner table while my parents talked about the usual topic; money.

"Your dad's coming back. You excited?" Paul questioned as he pulled me down on the couch next to him.

"Pfssh! No,"

He raised an eyebrow at me, "Why not?"

"Let's just say my parents have paid more attention to their jobs than they have to me." My heart ached slightly; as I said the words. "Sometimes I think I'm their daughter only by title. They've never looked at me twice, and I can't remember the last time I sat down and had a decent conversation with either of them." I could feel the emptiness, the part that should have been filled with my parent's love. I should have been used to this by now, I mean it's not like I have any memories with my parents. Neither of them taught me to walk, or how to ride a bike, or took me to first day of school. Instead, it had been nannies or whoever was hired to look after me. Yet, I couldn't help but think, what did I have to do to get my family to acknowledge me, to love me. Besides Sophia, no one had ever loved me, I mean truly loved me for who I am.

My vision became clouded as tears started to slowly fill my eyes. One by one, they began to fall, but they didn't make it far. A warm finger traced my cheek and rid my face of the tears, the same fingers cupped my face and I felt Paul's lips place a gentle, lingering kiss on mine. It ended before I could make anything of it, and I opened my eyes to look into Paul's pained expression.

"Sweet cheeks," The comforting fingers were now rubbing my cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry; I wish I could take the pain away, to make your parents see what a smart, beautiful, caring, loving daughter they have. I wish I could open their eyes and make them truly look at the angel they've created. But I can't." His hands left my face and moved to my waist, pulling me into his lap, I didn't pay attention to this, instead I kept my eyes locked on his, and felt my heart melt at his words. I suddenly felt the need to be close to him, to be wrapped in his arms, and I did just that.

"I can promise you this though; I will always be here, I will always care for you. Noone or nothing can ever come between how I feel for you. Never forget that." His lips pressed into my head, as my heart swelled from his words. "You don't know how much you mean to me, how much your happiness means to me" He muttered as he stroked my back, comforting me.

At that moment, I made a promise to myself. I would do everything I could to make Paul happy, to make sure he stayed with me. I don't think I could cope if I lost him.

Little did I know, I would soon lose him, and in a way that I could have never imagined.

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