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I feel like I'm going insane because I have horrible writer's block on every single one of my stories and I'm starting a million new stories all at once and some of them will probably never see the light of the Internet ever, but I still keep typing them and I have no clue why. :S Sooooooo confused right now.

Well, this chapter is probably not that good. I'm horrible at typing fights and it was even worst because I love Paul and Nikki like their my siblings so it was really hard to type up the fight and everything, but I'm HOPING it came out better then I think it did. O.o

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This chapter is out to EVERYONE. EVERYONE. You, your friends, your uncle, your fish, the hobo across the street . . . .

Chappy 16, I think. :D YAY!

Again, sorry if you think it's horrible! Next one will be better, I hope!

Playlist For Chapter:

Animals - Nickelback
Power - Kanye West
One Step At A Time - Jordan Sparks

"It wasn't my fault," Nikki said, "It wasn't me who made some dude spill milk in my hair. It wasn't my fault that Ivy found a kid who was crying!"

"Uh oh," Seth murmured as we both turned toward them.

I found Nikki standing straight up in Paul's face, hands on her hips, her eyes flaring with anger. Her hair was starting to frizz out, and she looked like a red-haired blow fish, puffing up in rage. Paul, however, had his palms out toward her, and his hands raised at level his shoulders. He was blinking, but we could tell that he was starting to get a little pissed off.

"I didn't say it was your fault. I said that I was pissed off because we got kicked out!" Paul fumed, and I could tell he was starting to shake.

Ivy was suddenly at Nikki's side, and she grabbing Nikki's right arm, pulling her away from Paul. "Let it go, Nikki, let it go," Ivy was blond hair was shaking as she was trying to pull Nikki, but Nikki wasn't budging.

"And now your speaking like an idiot!" Nikki seethed, completely ignoring Ivy, gritting her teeth and baring them as she stepped closer to Paul, her face inches from his.

Paul bared his teeth in a snarl that would have terrified little kids. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in, and his hands dropped to his sides, and they were shaking almost as much as his body was. "I. Was. Just. Thinking. Out. Loud." Paul's words were clipped. "Don't. Get. Me. Angry."

Seth's eyes were wide with worry, and he and Embry were gazing at each other in concern.

"Sure, now you're chickening out of a fight with a girl!" Nikki shrieked. She stabbed her index finger at Paul's bare chest. Every second word was a stab. Nikki's dark brown eyes were flaring with the heat of battle, and she looked like she wanted to rip him limb from limb. "You're just being nice because I'm a girl. Bring it, ass. I could take you on anyday."

Seth and Embry flashed to Paul's sides, and Embry had an arm around Paul's neck and Seth was grabbing Paul's arms as Paul was shaking like a tuning fork, snarling and spitting out swears like crazy.

"Nikita!" Ivy gasped, and her wonderous blue eyes flashed to me.

Fear like waves crashed through me, and I was in motion, grabbing Nikki's other arm, pulling her away from Paul. I knew that we were going to have to calm Nikki down before we were going to be able to do anything else. I started yanking, and with Ivy's help, we were able to get Nikki a few steps away.

That was right as Paul thundered, "I don't want to fight! You're pissing me off! I could hurt you, and you don't get that!"

"Easy, easy, easy," Embry cautioned, tightening his grip, gritting his teeth, making his jaw taunt. "Paul, don't. It's not worth it."

Worry and fear flooded into me. What did Paul mean by that? Was he really going to hurt Nikki? And what did Embry mean by saying that it wasn't worth it? What was it not worth?

My grip on Nikki grasped, and Nikki was trying to step forward again. "You wouldn't hurt me because your a sissy, ass-like, stupid, ignorant, self centered, agressive, over reactor! You don't even want to hit a girl!"

Ivy gasped, "Nikki!"

Paul snarled out again, and was shaking, his eyes closed now. He was dragging in breaths through his teeth, and Seth was desperately whispering in his ear. "I'm not the one who over reacted!"

Embry was tightening his grip again, and Embry's eyes flashed with pure concern. "Seth, go get Sam! Now!" Embry screamed.

Seth nodded, took one long look at me, before he went bolting down the beach in the direction of one of the cliffs, and his strides were strong, and beautiful to look at. He looked like some sort of warrior running off to find more warriors.

Why would this Sam be needed?

Paul was shaking more violently, and I was surprised the words came out clearly. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can, and if you don't stop, I will hurt you, and I'll be fucked in the head for the rest of my life!"

Nikki was shaking now, and I could feel her arm twitching under mine. I knew that was a sign she was ready to punch, and some of her punches could break bones on the first try. "You couldn't hurt me, because you'd be knocked out cold before you could even call me a bitch!" She looked like some sort of hunting jaguar, ready to pounce on her prey.

Ivy was yanking harder now, and so was I, but Nikki refused to move.

"Nikki, please, don't!" I pleaded, worry flowing through my veins, making my stomach clutch nervously. "Please, no!"

Paul snarled out, opening his eyes and his snarl was more deadly then before. He was shaking so much he was almost turning into a blur, and Embry was starting to yell out in some strange, liquid words that were probably Quileute. His words were very urgent, and he was screaming them at the top of his lungs, which was actually pretty loud.

Suddenly, almost instantly, we heard a voice say, "Paul! Cool it!"

Just then three huge guys came out of nowhere, pushing there way in front of Nikki. One of them was Seth, a frazzled look on his face. The other one was completely new, and he had a taunt, wise face. But then next one of them seemed familiar. Jared, maybe? What that his name? I was pretty sure it was.

Nikki stumbled back, and we caught her, pulling her farther away from Paul as we could hear him snarling and breathing and gasping. Together, Seth, Embry, the new guy, and Jared were all talking to Paul, trying to calm him down.

In the mean time, we were talking to Nikki.

"What the hell is wrong with you? He's frickin' huge and you decide that you can take him down! He'd smash you like a bug!" Ivy gasped, hugging Nikki quickly.

"You guys, wait," Nikki said, shaking her head, all the anger gone in her eyes. She kept shaking her head, and her eyes would slid up and look at the hoarding crowd around Paul.

"Nikki, seriously! You shouldn't have! He invited you, and he could just as easily–" I started, relief floating through my veins.

"Renny, Ivy, please, just quiet for a second. I need to tell you guys something." Nikki's voice was small now, and every hint of anger and jaguar skills were gone now.

Ivy and I looked at each other. Nikki had never looked like that. She had always had some sort of spunk to her step, and she had never looked so helpless. Ever. Not when her cat died. Not when she puked on a roller coaster. Not when her sisters had all moved. Not ever.

Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Worry and fear and a crazy sense of premonition swept through me as both Ivy and I grabbed for Nikki's hands as she slowly looked down at the ground.

"You can tell us anything," Ivy said.

Nikki took our hands gratefully and she squeezed, so hard that waves of pain shot up my arm. "Well . . . Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm not, but whenever I look at Paul, I get this little fuzzy feeling in my stomach, and I keep thinking about how perfect he is for me and I've only known him for two days! And, when I was yelling, it felt good because I was getting some of the confusion and anger out of my system. But every word made me hurt inside." She lowered her already whispering voice. "And I think he feels the same way. He keeps staring at me like I'm the best thing since white bread, and he doesn't want to hurt me."

Oh. My. Holy. Shit.

She felt the same way about Paul like how I felt about Seth.

Everything is slowly coming together . . . . . . Yay!

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