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Let's see how their meeting goes...

Chapter 3

BPOV

The sheer number of people and dogs at the dog beach is intimidating Buddy and I try to relax and settle in. I generously apply coconut smelling sunscreen, I love the warmth of the sun on my skin, but I am painfully fair and burn easily. When I made the move from the rainiest place in the US, Forks Washington, I embraced all things beach like. It reminds me of freedom, relaxation, sun and warmth.

I notice how close the dogs come to my towel as the scamper on the beach. Some of the dogs play fight, which scares both Buddy and I. There is a guy near me throwing balls into the ocean and a handful of dogs are retrieving them. They can't all be his. I know the lots of property you get in these beach communities, very little. He must be a dog walker. He seems young, about my age, maybe slightly older.

What I notice most about him is his defined chest and abs. I am enjoying the view very much as he throws the toys for the dogs. His long board shorts hang low on his hips; his ass is just round enough to hold them up perfectly. I bet he has some nice legs.

I'm getting a really nice mental image of him, glistening with sweat when I'm assaulted with sand, everywhere; in my mouth, eyes, hair. I was so into my fantasy that I didn't see it coming and had no time to blink. I'm temporarily blinded with gritty, burning eyes as I spit out sand in all directions. I grope for a bottle of water in my cooler, to rinse my eyes and mouth. I grasp the bottle of water and start generously splashing it on my face and in my eyes.

"Oh, it stings, shit," I yell. I accidentally grabbed the green tea bottle instead of water. I still can't open my eyes and I'm getting pissed. I know some irresponsible dog owner is the cause of this; someone's not supervising their wild animal. "Damn disrespectful people. Shit, it hurts".

"Can I help you," I jump, turning towards the voice, I didn't see him coming either. My vision is impaired, but I can hear a hint of amusement in his smooth voice which doesn't help my temper at all.

"No, I'll be fine in a minute," I huff.

"Okay," the smooth, almost sexy voice says. I finally grasp the water bottle and start rinsing my eyes and mouth. I'm hoping that wasn't the cute guy with the amazing abs. I'm a mess and I bet it's one of his mutts that did this to me.

For what seems like a half an hour I try to remove the sand from my orifices and various areas of my body. Once I can finally see again, I'm sticky, my clothes are soaked, and Buddy is nowhere to be found. I jump up and quickly scan the beach in all directions.

"Buddy, Buddy," I call. But I can't see him anywhere. My first thought is the tide, no Buddy hates water. I do know that about my new dog.

"Shit, the squirrels." In a panic I sprint for the bluffs. "Buddy, Buddy." I don't see him anywhere and I don't know how well he climbs. "Buddy," I continue to call. The cliffs are too high for a human to climb and span the length of the beach. We're too far from the path that leads to the parking lot for him to have escaped... I think.

Taking a deep breath I turn around to scan the beach again. There he is, playfully jumping for treats from guess who, cute abb guy. Now I'm really pissed. He lured my dog away when I was injured and didn't have the decency to say anything?

I stomp up behind him, if it's possible to stomp in the dry sand. "Why did you take my dog?" I yell. The ass doesn't even acknowledge me. He just keeps handing out treats and tossing balls. Nice bod or not, he's so rude and pissing me off more by the second. I clear my throat as I scoop up Buddy and angrily step in front of him attempting to block his view of the ocean. He has the most infuriating smirk on his face as he scans up and down my wet, sticky, sandy body. He shakes his head in disgust. His look makes me feel like a guilty child, who just messed up her new clothes.

"Your dog came over here, I think he was bored with your little set up," dismissively waving his hand in the direction of my stuff. He's an ass all right and pretty cocky for a dog walker.

"What makes you such a dog expert? You don't know anything about my dog," I say between clenched teeth. This is a ridiculous statement because I barely know my dog, but he doesn't know this. He steps to the side and continues playing fetch with his dogs and doesn't say another word. I stand there briefly realizing I've been dismissed. I quickly turn and try to walk back to my towel with some dignity.

My attempt fades away quickly when I get a look at my stuff. The cooler is dumped over, all that remains is a pile of torn up trash. My towel is covered in sand, my bag is emptied and it's contents strewn all over the beach, and my umbrella is dislodged and laying on the sand.

I reluctantly pack up what's left of my things. I've had enough of this place. Before I leave I briefly glance in the direction of my assailant and his gang of mutts. He is snapping photos of the ocean with what appears to be a very expensive camera. He looks in my direction, smiles and holds up his camera and waves it. What in the hell does that mean?

A/N

What do they say about first impressions?

We know what Bella thinks about Edward, but what do you think Edward is thinking about Bella right about now?

I'd love to hear your thoughts :)

Rec time~

Drumsticks and Penalty Kicks by Les16 (just completed)

Letters to Corporal Masen by solostintwilight

Unfolding by Harperpitt

Because Of A Boy by cutestkidsmom

When You Least Expect It by Kare831

Nobody's Little Girl by from HelloElla

The rest are all WIP's. Next chapter I will rec some completed stories :)