SOPHIE'S POV

I was having a peaceful sleep, when water was poured on my head.

"UP! UP! UP!" Paul screamed at me.

"If you want to learn to kill Vampires you have to be prepared for anything!"

I took that into consideration, and lunged at him. He fought with me, but I was motivated to get him and managed to pin him down.

"Are you done being a jackass?"

He shook his head. "We're just getting started, princess."

I was being forced into exercise. What an asshole. I was doing, what I assumed to be, backwards press ups on a log. Extremely asshole-y behaviour.

"If you don't work hard, you won't be physically prepared for what the Vamp throws at you. Those leeches can be brutal." He told me, like a drill sergeant.

So I then began doing sit ups. I felt my sweat trail down my forehead. Nice. I continued training, now punching a punchbag. Paul then began talking.

"I wish you had imprinted on that Cole kid."

I stared at him, freezing. "Why?"

"Because Jake is a jerk and he isn't good enough for you."

I waited for him to continue. "When Jake was into Bella," he was into Bella? Wow… "he was completely pining for her. He tried to be all 'I am the real man', but she didn't want to be with him. She made it clear soon enough that she didn't feel like that for him, but he kept pushing. Even when Edward and Bella got married, he still tried to ruin everything." Wow. Just… Wow.

"I don't want him to take advantage of the imprint. You deserve someone like Cole. I've seen how he is with you." I was about to ask how, but didn't bother. My brother was a weirdo. Of course he watched me protectively when I was in school, whenever he got the chance. He was like that.

"I know he can be a jerk." I admitted.

"But he can be a good guy. When he's not a jealous psycho." I punched the bag hard.

"You seem to be taking this better than any of the rest of us. Just be happy about that."

"How can I be happy when the universe keeps putting obstacles in my way!?" On the word 'way' , I punched the bag with all my frustration. I watched as the bag flew straight into Paul, knocking him down.

"Let's take a break." He decided, probably hoping to figure where not to stand when I was channelling my frustration. We sat down on the log, and had some water.

"Can I give you some advice?" He offered.

I nodded. "Please do." He was the first person to offer some sort of solution.

"Don't throw either of them aside until you have some sort of idea. But don't lead them on either. Just… Try and see where you are around them." I bit my lip, and he immediately knew why. "I know you've been avoiding them both, but that may only make things worse."

"What did you do to get Rachel?" I asked.

He grinned. "I randomly showed up at her door at 3am with flowers, and asked her on a date."

I rolled my eyes. He just held his hands up defensively. "What? They were her favourites."

"That's all I wanted from him. A few gestures, some laughs, and trust. And I only got one, and even that didn't last."

"Well kiddo, sometimes if you want something you have to get it. You can't just sit around."

I guessed he was right about that. But he was also right about the fact that I couldn't decipher my feelings right now. I may be able to figure out who I want to be with, but not yet. Not whilst there is such a muddle of shit in my head.

"C'mon." He encouraged with a smile. "Let's get back to work."

We trained for another hour or so before he called it quits, on account of him meeting Rachel. The training was like a montage. Paul was even blasting I don't know what outside, and screaming at me harder. I wanted to punch him by the end.

When I saw Paul and Rachel, I stared at my feet. I just figured Ash was lucky. But looking at the other guys, they made these huge gestures. And Jake didn't. I didn't even want anything massive. Just a little token. Something that proved to me he wanted to be with me because he actually cared. Because right now I just felt like nothing to him. Like a possession, or a toy he didn't want to share.

I sighed to myself, and went and watched a film alone.

I was sat on the sofa, and my phone rung. I immediately hung up. My mom had been attempting to call me for the past two weeks. I wasn't ready to talk to her yet. And I couldn't talk to my dad either. Every time I wanted to he was on a business trip or at the office. I had barely seen him since he came back from his last trip.

My phone rung again.

"Aren't you gonna get that?" Paul asked from the doorway.

"Hey!" I greeted. "How's Rachel?"

He grinned. "It was great."

"Now, don't change the subject."

"It's only mom. I don't feel like listening to any ranting." Paul sighed and shook his head at my response.

"She's worried about you." Of course he's spoken to her. Figures.

"Well she has no reason to be." She never checked on me when I lived with them. And now that I was with dad and Paul, she's suddenly all worried.

"She's our mother, Soph." He tried to reason. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, well, I think she should've established that with me about seventeen years ago." I stated with snark. I went to leave by Paul grabbed my wrist, looking me dead in the eyes. I paused for a moment, trying to read him, and then pulled myself out of his grip and walked away.

I was sick of people telling me I was this and they were that to me. Jake was my imprint. Danielle was my mother. But neither acted like it. They were so determined to be that part of my life, but neither knew how to be it.

I wanted to just sit on my own for a while and just wait for the next day.