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AN: Chapter 2 you guys! This shit is honestly so hard to write, because I did the first two and a half chapters in one day. That day is today, and frankly, I'm tired as hell. Anyway, you must've liked the first chapter a little if you came back for more. I'm gonna be honest with you, the first chapter was really hard for me. It was a little forced, but I got it out. Things seem to flow a little better after that, but whatever. I will try to post the next chapter tomorrow after work; I've already started it, so it shouldn't take too long.

Without further ado, here's chapter two.

Chapter Two: . . . Everything Can Change

After a long ass conversation with Sam about why she wanted to break up with Edward, he left and she went back inside.

She called Charlie and let him know about her spending the weekend at Angela's house. He was fine with it, especially since he was going to be away at some conference in Seattle until Tuesday. She wished him a good night and promised to check in with him at least once every day.

She decided against telling him about her decision about Edward. She knew he'd be ecstatic, although he'd try to hide it to be sensitive. She just wanted to wait until they could talk face to face.

Afterwards, she got a snack and went to her room to watch one of her favorite movies.

She drifted off that night, laughing at God being called a cock-sucking asshole and kids singing about uncle fuckers.

**LR**

Bella woke slowly, as usual.

Eyes still blurry, she turned off her alarm and got her things to jump in the shower.

School that morning was not a priority.

Was it ever really?

Thankfully, it was Friday, which meant that she didn't have a first period, which also meant that she had extra time on Friday mornings.

When she left the bathroom, it was about a quarter after eight, meaning she had about an hour until second period.

After getting dressed and getting her bags ready, she drove to Angela's house.

Seeing only one car in the driveway, she figured that her mom and the twins had already left. As she went to knock on the door, it swung open, startling both girls.

"Oh hey, I was just gonna call and ask if you were ready. Here, do you wanna just throw your bag inside?" Angela asked, motioning back inside.

"Sure," Bella replied, tossing her duffle into the foyer. "Did you want breakfast? I'm buying."

Angela nodded as she locked the door.

"Sure, where?"

"BK maybe?" Bella said, getting into the car.

Angela didn't have a problem with it, so they made their way to Burger King for breakfast, and then made their way to school.

Walking through the school doors, Bella comforted herself by keeping the fact that she only had to go to two actual classes that day, and she would spend the rest of her day in the library.

**LR**

With nothing to do but laze about, school ended fairly quickly that day, which led to Angela and Bella going back to the former's house to just hang.

Both teens decided to do their homework for the weekend, just to get it out of the way. Angela did it to be practical; Bella did it because she didn't know if she'd have time for it later.

She was finished before Angela, since she had more free time during the day to get most of her work done at school. She got up to get a drink, asking the other girl if she wanted anything.

"Sprite, thanks. Hey, are you done with your calc work?" Angela asked Bella, raising her voice a little since said girl had gone in the kitchen to get them snacks.

"Nope. Didn't start, and I'm not gonna," she yelled back, grabbing a couple bags of chips and two sodas, along with a few other things. She juggled them in her arms until she made it back to living room, kneeling on the carpet and spilling her spoils on the floor.

"What?! Why not?" Angela asked, peeling a Twizzler out of its bag.

Bella sighed as she stretched out on her stomach, propped up on her elbow while she stared down at her phone.

"Well you see, my bespectacled friend, I am failing Calculus terribly. So terribly that I could never bring that grade back, though I wouldn't even try. The thing is, I don't care, because I don't need it. I already have my four math credits that I need to graduate; they just put me in that class because they didn't wanna give me another free period. With that in mind, I didn't really try all that hard, so when I found out that I didn't know what the fuck was going on, I didn't try at all," Bella explained in a much less formal matter from how she explained it to the teacher before her, and the guidance counselor before him.

Angela looked as if she understood, but also like she would be afraid to deliberately not do her work.

They continued to talk as she did her work, and Bella read on her phone, until about six, when Bella got a call.

Well, calls and texts, to be precise.

Sam texted her, while she spent a few minutes speaking with both Edward and Jacob.

The gist of it all was to make sure that she was ok and about the training session about newborns.

She decided to just chance going with Jake and hope he didn't take it in any other way but friendly.

And when was she gonna tell Edward?

Oh boy.

**LR**

Bella had made her way to the corner after assuring Angela that she'd be fine and that Jacob was waiting for her at the end of the street. Bella'd decided to tell him to meet her there because she didn't want Angela's neighbors telling her mother that boys on motorcycles had been coming by.

They'd then made their way to the clearing, where mostly everyone else was waiting, save a few missing members of the pack.

She made the rounds after dismounting, going around for greetings with the pack, then the Cullen's. Afterwards, she found a nice little spot in between sides to settle down in with her phone, pulling out her headphones and setting them on a low enough volume to hear if someone called her.

At some point, she felt Seth settle down next to her. He nosed into her side and gave a low, lupine whine, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers through his fur, scratching between his ears.

After introductions, everyone had been pairing off, Jasper overseeing and correcting stances. Sometimes Bella found it hard to believe that Edward wanted to keep her away from him; he could be her strongest protector, an intimidating and powerful ally if she ever needed one.

She watched him for a while, seeing but not hearing him call out matches between enemies coming together to fight a common evil. She saw him peruse the wolves, stopping on someone she couldn't see. She paused the song she'd been listening to, and stood.

She didn't know why she stood; she just did.

Jasper stood staring at someone for a moment before he said anything.

"Paul, is it?" he asked in his easy Southern drawl.

Paul. She'd heard that name before, from certain people in the Pack. It was almost always something bad. Paul's a bastard, Paul's bad news, Paul's dangerous, and so forth. Though she'd heard these things about him, she'd never really seen him, for no more than a split second really.

Looks like she'd finally get the chance.

A man came forward, and she said man because he was incredibly tall. Sure, everyone's tall to someone at a height of 5'2, but he had to be like six and a half feet tall. His hair was a sleek midnight, a little past his shoulders and disheveled. Unlike the others, he was fully dressed. He wore a simple black t-shirt and jeans, with what looked like some kind of boots.

Doc Martens maybe?

He'd passed the line of wolves and was almost past her spot with Seth when he gave her a quick glance, then continuing on his way.

Or so it seemed.

Because as soon as he'd looked her way, and their eyes connected, he stopped.

He looked at her for a long moment, and then looked at. . . Edward?

A smirk built on his face, his extremely handsome face, as Bella could see now.

"Well," he purred as he turned to face her fully, "Isn't this interesting?"

When their eyes met fully, Bella felt as if a wave had gone through her, setting a chill in her bones, a fire in her heart. She didn't know what she felt; she'd never felt anything like it before.

Bella couldn't speak.

She could barely breathe as his voice seemed to wrap around her like a blanket made of the softest fabric known to man.

What was happening?

What was he doing to her?

Why did her body suddenly yearn for him, like he was the only thing that would ever matter for the re-

Oh no.

Oh God no.

AN: And this is where the fun really starts! I'm hoping it'll be easier to write from this point on, since I've gotten into the interesting part. Leave me a review and let me know what you think!