o0o0o - Bella's Point Of View - o0o0o

Cringing at the sound of the chair scraping across the linoleum floor, I quickly dropped into its seat and dropped my head into my hands. It was eerily quiet this morning. Mom and dad told me last night that they both had early shifts this morning, and that they'd be gone before I woke up. Taking a brief moment to enjoy the silence I lifted my head and glanced at the clock on the stove; seven thirty. Angela wasn't expected for at least another fifteen minutes, so I dropped my head back down and closed my eyes.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Lifting my head with a snap of my neck I glanced back at the clock. Maybe Angela was early.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Hold on!" I yelled as I wiped my eyes and peeled myself out of my chair.

Bang. Bang.

"I said hold o…" I started as I pulled the front door open with surprising force.

Paul was leaning against the frame with his fist lifted, ready to knock again.

"What the hell do you want?" I spat.

He shifted from one foot to the other foot, and spun his car keys around his finger. "I wanted to give you a ride to school", he said smirking.

Studying his intense eyes for a brief moment, I slowly shook my head. "Ange should be here soon. So. No." I answered as I grabbed the door, and started to close it.

He shoved it back, and glared at me. I was not in the mood for this today.

"Yes?" I asked between clenched teeth.

"Come off of it, Bella." He said pushing past me. "I'm trying to be fucking nice here." Spinning around on his heel, he pinned me with his eyes. "Now. Let's try this again. Bella, will you please ride with me to school today?" He finished with a smirk.

I was intrigued with this new game. Deciding to find out where he was going with this, I replied, "Fine, just let me call Ange and Kenda."

Pushing past him I walked into the kitchen, and picked up my phone that was previously deposited onto the counter. Hitting two, then send, I tapped my finger on the counter, as the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ange." I said, as I lifted off the counter and walked over to my chair. "I'm not going to be needing a ride today. Paul, just showed up, and he wants to take me." I sighed, and then dropped back down into my seat.

"Weird."

"What's weird?" I asked

"Jake just showed up and asked if he could take me to school."

"Huh." I said, mulling over that for a few seconds. "Alright, well, I'm going to call Kenda really quick." Rubbing my eyebrow, and sighing, "I'll talk to you when I get to school. Love you."

"Love you too," she said. "Talk to you later."

Hitting end call, I punched in three and send.

"Yea, Babe?" She asked breathlessly.

"Hey Sugar. Listen, I'm riding with Paul today, I'll catch up with you when we get to school."

"That's kind of funny." She said, giggling. "Embry just showed up and asked if I wanted to ride with him."

Alarms went off in my head. Something was definitely up with them.

"Cool." I said, glancing up at Paul, who was casually leaning against the kitchen door frame. "Have fun, I'll see you in a few." I said, as I ended the call and dropped my phone onto the table.

Paul pushed off the door frame and dropped into the seat directly in front of me. "Sure," I said, rolling my eyes. "Why don't you come in and have a seat."

"You can drop the whole, bitch act," he said as he glared at me.

I couldn't help but smirk. "Thanks." I said, "I'll think about it."

"You don't scare me, Bella."

He was starting to get on my last nerve. I was out of my element, and I wasn't entirely sure how to deal with surprises that I didn't plan out. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"You should," he said, as he stood and leaned over the table, closer to me.

I held my ground and sneered.

"I'm not." I growled. "And, if you don't back the fuck up, I swear on everything that I hold dear, that I'll personally rip that twig, that you having dangling between your legs, right the fuck off." I smirked as I sat back into my chair, holding his gaze. "And, shove it down your throat."

He barked a laugh, and dropped back down into his seat. "Ah, Bella, Bella, Bella." He said, shaking his head back and forth. "I think we're going to get along just fine." He glanced over to the stove. "And, as much as I'd like to hang out in your kitchen, getting to know you better," he said wagging his eyebrows, "we're going to be late to school. We wouldn't want your two sidekicks waiting for you too long, now would we?" He finished as he stood, and started walking towards the door.

"You're right." I said standing. "I would like to get going." Brushing past him I made my way out to the front hall. "At least when I get to school I can be in the company of someone who has the IQ of something larger than a fucking hamster." I leaned over and grabbed my bag from the floor next to the front door. "Let's go."

He followed me out the door, and waited next to me as I locked up. Slipping the key into my back pocket, I turned, and gasped.

"This is your car?" I asked, as I pointed to the beauty sitting in my driveway.

He ran his hand through his short choppy hair and smirked. "Yea, she's my baby."

I nodded, and moved to get into the passenger seat. As he slid in slowly, I couldn't help but notice the defined muscle in his thighs, that showed through his jeans, as he lowered himself into the drivers side. Just because I hated the man didn't mean I couldn't appreciate the fine qualities that he obviously had.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and his lip twitched just a fraction. Starting the car he put her into reverse, and started the short, uncomfortable, silent, ride to school.

When he pulled into the parking lot, and parked, I lifted my eyebrow in silent question.

"What?"

"Double - parking. Lahote?" I asked.

"Security." He said as he reached for his door handle. "You going to get out?"

I quickly climbed out of his car, and started to walk towards the building.

"Hold on." He said, jogging to catch up to me. "I'll walk you to class."

I stopped short, and glared at him. "No need. I know where it is."

He clutched his chest and sighed. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't walk you to class."

I choked back a laugh as I continued walking. "The same one that you are now." Lifting my hand, I counted out with my fingers. "An arrogant, pig-headed, overconfident, egotistical, bastard."

"What a mouth on you!" He said, laughing. "So…." he dragged out after he calmed himself down enough to talk. "How'd you manage to do that with Embry and Quil yesterday?"

Smirking, I dropped my eyes to the ground and continued walking. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure." He said, nudging me with his elbow. " Come on. How'd you do it?"

I stopped, and looked at him. "I didn't do anything. We were sitting having a couple of drinks. Embry and Quil started getting all touchy-feely, so we left. Why?" I asked. "What happened?"

He looked at me strange, like he was trying to figure me out.

Shrugging my shoulders, I turned around, and walked quickly into the building, and to my class.

Angela was already seated, when I dropped, ungracefully, into my seat. She lifted her eyebrow at me , and I shrugged my shoulders, not really understanding what in the hell was going on today.

A few minutes later, the class started to fill, and just as the teacher was about to start his lecture, Leah walked through the door.

Shit.

"Nice of you to join us, Ms. Clearwater. I hope you're feeling better."

Shooting daggers at me through here eyes, she said, "I am," and continued to walk to her seat on the other side of the room.

Huffing, I turned back to Angela, who was writing furiously on a piece of paper. Glancing at the teacher to make sure he was busy, she threw it onto my desk.

What the hell is going on, Bella? - Ange

I'm not sure. I have a couple of theories, but I'm not positive on which one to go with yet. - Me

Folding the paper back up neatly, I tossed it back to her.

Her reply came seconds later.

It's like they're planning something. - Ange

I paused at her response and glanced over to Jared. He was leaning casually back in his chair with his arms braced behind his head. His eyes were moving from left to right, in silent thought. When he leaned further back into his chair and glanced over towards the crinkled paper on my desk, I knew I had to fuck with him.

Ange, I need to go to the store today and get that thing that I said I was going to get. - Me

I tossed it back to Angela, and when she read it, her eyebrow furrowed and she gave me a 'what in the hell are you talking about?' look. When I nodded minutely towards Jared, she caught on, giggled, and started writing back.

How many boxes of laxatives should we get? They are pretty big. - Ange

I acted as if I was contemplating my answer, while I raked my eyes up and down Jared's frame.

I don't know. Do you think five boxes will be enough? Oh! Don't forget, my step dad is sending that other stuff down, and my mom has some leftover Nair. - Me

Jared started shifting uncomfortably in his seat, and if the small gleam of sweat on his brow was any indication, he was paying more attention than we initially thought.

I refused to lose this battle.

My dad said his shoulder wasn't hurting anymore, so I have all that Icy Hot, too. Oh, I checked my order online, and the crazy clue should be here by next Friday - Ange

I couldn't help but smile. Jared was twitching in his seat, raking his hands through his hair.

Awesome! I'll talk to you more about this at lunch. - Me

Watching the front of the room, to make sure the teacher was still facing the chalkboard, I quickly passed the note back to Ange. She skimmed it quickly and then placed it on the corner of her desk. When she moved to open her book, the paper 'slipped' and fell onto the floor.

Jared caught the movement, smirked, and stretched his limbs; covering the paper with his foot.

That sly fucker.

Angela had a good sense of humor. When I looked over to her, to see if she caught his movement, she was smirking.

The bell rang, and I jumped out of my seat and headed towards the door. When I looked back, Jared was slipping the note into his back pocket. I smiled and moved to go out into the hallway, bumping into a very solid frame on my way.

"Ugh! Don't you have anything better to do, Paul?" I asked as I took a step back, away from his scorching heat.

Angela came rushing out of the room, looking panicked. "Bella," she asked breathlessly, "do you have that note?"

"No." I replied, stepping closer to her. "I thought I gave it back to you. Are you sure you don't have it?"

"Shit!" She whispered. "I don't have it." She nodded towards Paul, "if anyone gets a hold of that, it can ruin everything."

Paul nudged Jared, and Jared nodded slightly.

"It's okay, Ange. It's probably just in one of our books or something," I said sighing. "I have to get to Trig, I'll see you at lunch."

Sneering at Paul, I pushed past him and started walking towards my next class.

"I hope there wasn't anything embarrassing in it." Paul whispered in my left ear.

Gasping, I turned to look at him. "Why in the hell are you following me around today?"

He smiled. "I wanted the pleasure of your company."

"Yea right." I said through clenched teeth. "I'm at my next class," I said pointing behind me. "Go wherever you need to go. Shoo, fly."

I moved quickly into the room, and dropped myself into my seat between Jake and Embry. Without a glance in either of their direction, I ripped my book out of my bag and began the assignment that was on the board. Neither of the boys said anything to me. Thank God for small miracles.

As I was finishing up my work, the bell rang, and I slowly put my book back into my bag and stood.

Paul was standing just outside the door, and I wrapped my fingers into a tight fist. My fingernails digging into my fleshy palm.

"Stalking is illegal." I snarled. "Keep this shit up, Paul, and I'll have to file a restraining order."

He gasped and grabbed his chest. "You wound me, Bella."

Moving to stand directly in his personal space, I glanced up to him. "Keep this shit up, and I will wound you." I said quietly.

He took a step back and smirked. "Good boy!" I said, as I patted his muscled bicep. "You're learning your place."

Walking around his frozen form, I moved past him, and walked on to my next class.

The rest of the morning was relatively quiet, and when lunch came around, I was itching to see Angela and Kenda. During my last two classes before lunch, I had a little bit of time to reflect on what was going on this morning, and I needed to get away from Paul, long enough to get to the bottom of it. And, of course, to plan our next hit.

Walking into the cafeteria, I moved to stand next to the girls who were surrounded by most of the overgrown boys, and I told them I wanted to see them in the bathroom. They stood quickly, and followed me out. I knew the guys were going to wait long enough for us to get into the bathroom, and then they were going to follow us, so making a last minute decision, I detoured us to a secluded section of the library.

"They're keeping us apart." Kenda groaned out, as she fell into a chair.

"I know." I said, as I sat in the chair directly across from her. "Has there always been one of them around, when the bell rings, walking you to each class?"

They both shook their heads yes.

Angela sat next to Kenda, and dropped her head, with a slight 'thump', onto the table. "Why are they doing this?" She asked.

I laughed quietly. "Because, they're scared now."

"How so?" Ange asked, lifting her head.

"Because, they think that if one of them is with us all the time, and if they keep us separated as much as possible, then we wont be able to tag their asses." I laughed.

"That makes perfect sense." Angela said, sitting up straighter in her chair.

"Yea." Pushing my hair back from my eyes, I continued; "On with the important business now. Ange, are you volunteering in the guidance office today?" I asked

"Right before gym." She whispered, as she leaned closer to me.

"Do you think you can tap into those records for us?" I said, as I tapped my fingernails against the table. "We really need that number."

"Yea. I'll get it." She replied, sitting back. "I'm not going to be able to give it to you until later on, though. I'll come over to your house around six."

"Sounds good." I smiled.

"Is this going to work?" Kenda asked, flipping her long hair over her shoulder.

"Sure is!" I said laughing. "I sure as hell cant wait for it to play out."

We finished up with our brief conversation and walked out of the library, heading back towards the cafeteria. When we turned the last corner, we noticed all of the guys standing around the bathroom door. Embry and Quil's ears, were planted firmly against it.

"I cant hear anything!" Quil whispered to the group of overgrown man-boys.

Kenda cleared her throat, and they all snapped to attention.

"Stalking and eavesdropping." I said, as I started to walk past them. "What would your parents think?!" Laughing, I put my arms around Kenda and Angela's shoulders. "Come on girls, I want to get something to eat, before the bell rings."

Together, we walked past the group of oblivious nit-wits, and headed back into the cafeteria. They stood, frozen, staring at us. I could feel their eyes burning into our backs, and I chuckled quietly to myself.

They're scared. And, I'm fucking loving it!

-Two Weeks Later -

It's been two weeks since we concocted our plan in the back of the dusty library. The first week the guys appeared at every turn. They were a constant roadblock every time that the girls and I wanted a moment alone in school. After the end of the first week, they began to back down. I'm guessing, that because nothing happened, that we finally relented, and gave up at our plight to get even. Not only that, but, a lot of my time outside of school was consumed at the diner.

"When's it going to happen?" Angela asked me, as she sat across the bar, pushing the garden salad around her plate.

"Anytime." I said, as I wiped the last bit of spilt coffee from the white surface.

"Are you sure?" She said glancing up at me from under her eyelashes.

Throwing the dirty rag into the sink behind me, I crossed my arms and leaned onto the counter in front of her. "Positive. I picked up a copy today." Smirking, I finished, "it's in there."

"Order up!"

Reaching across the bar, I patted the back of her hand. "Operation take down ass number six, in progress."

Standing I turned, and walked back into the kitchen.

o0o0o - Leah's Point Of View - o0o0o

"I think it's over." Jared said, as he plopped his ass on top of the table, disturbingly close to my plate.

The pack and I were all hanging out at Sam's house tonight for the 'celebratory' barbecue. Everyone's been a lot less tense ever since Bella Bitch and her glamour posse have stopped pulling shit on everyone.

"What is?" Seth replied as he moved to stand in front of Jared.

"Whatever the girls were doing." Jared answered, smirking. "They obviously wanted to prove a point."

"I wouldn't be to sure about that." Paul said, as he walked towards the grill for his third plate of food.

"Why not?" I asked around a mouthful of hamburger.

"I know I wouldn't stop." Paul replied, wagging his eyebrows.

"That's because you're an asshole."

He walked back over to the table and sat down on the other side of Jared. "You still love me, Leah."

"Keep telling yourself that." I snorted.

"Knock it off, you two." Jared said. "Look… even if they were going to do something, Bella doesn't have the time to pull shit together. She's either working, or at school." He looked at everyone standing around the table, and then took another bite of his hot dog. "None of us have been alone with all three of them, and we're all constantly monitoring what they're doing. I think it's safe to say its over."

"I wouldn't count on it." Paul said, as he stood and walked towards the house.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket, so wiping the extra ketchup off of my finger, onto Jared's back, I reached around and pulled it out.

"Hello?" I asked, as I tried to swallow the remaining piece of steak that was in my mouth.

"That's not how you should answer your new master." Came the rough voice from the other end.

"What"?"

"You need to be punished, slave." The grunting on the other end of the line was traumatizing. "You've obviously have been without a master for too long."

Pulling the phone away from my ear, I couldn't help but stare at the disgusting numbers that flashed across the screen. Swallowing, and taking a deep breath I lifted it back to my ear. "Who the fuck are you?"

An evil laugh erupted from the other end. "No, no, no. If you keep disrespecting me, I will make sure that you're punishment is one to remember, little girl."

"Lose the number you fucking freak." I screamed, as I quickly hit the 'end call' button.

Glancing up from the table, where the phone sat, and looking around, all of the guys had shocked expressions on their faces. NO ONE ever talks to me like that.

"What the fuck was that?" Paul asked, laughing as he sat back down, with a pitcher of lemonade in his hands.

Shaking my head, to clear it, I said, "no fucking clue, but that guy was really freaky."

"Maybe they just had the wrong number." Seth said, appearing on the other side of the table.

"Yea." I breathed out. "Yea, that's it. Wrong number."

Embry decided in that moment to turn the music back up, and the barbecue continued in full swing. When Sam decided to start a small bonfire in the backyard, and everyone moved to the trees to gather firewood, my phone started bouncing across the table again.

I snapped it up, and answered it without looking at the display.

"Hello?" I said, walking over to the small pile and throwing the few twigs that I gathered onto the top.

"Do you want to be spanked?"

I stopped moving, and stood upright. All of the guys moved in around me, to hear the conversation better.

"Um, no!" I yelled. "Who the fuck is this, and why would you ask that, you fucking pervert?"

"You will address me as master!" came the dominant voice on the other end.

"No the fuck I won't" I growled.

"If you don't show the proper respect, you will feel it on your ass by the time I'm done with you. Now, be a good little pet and drop to your kn.." He continued.

I had to cut him off. This was getting ridiculous. "How the hell did you get this number?"

"In the add?" Mystery man answered. "Where else would I get it?"

"What fucking ad?" I asked between clenched teeth.

"The one in the Dom Sub Club Magazine."

Bending at my waste, I dropped the phone, and started gasping for air. "Paul?"

"On it!" He yelled, as he picked up my phone, ended the call, and ran out of the backyard at an inhumane speed.

I heard his car pull out and speed down the street, in a matter of seconds. Groaning, I stood, walked over to the nearest tree, and punched it as hard as I could. The sound of my phone buzzing on the table, where Paul left it, caught my attention. Picking it up quickly, I checked the display, and didn't recognize the number. Fuck it; that's what voicemail is for.

The rest of the pack were all sitting around the now blazing fire, with furrowed brows. No one said anything.

After about a half an hour, there was a clear indent in the lawn, from my pacing back and forth. When we heard Paul's car, speeding back up the street, everyone stood, and I walked back over to the picnic table, and dropped onto the bench.

When he appeared from the side of the house, he walked quickly over to me, and dropped the magazine onto the table. Taking a very deep breath, I opened to the disturbing images, and flipped to the ads in the back.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I punched the top of the table, causing it to crack.

"What?" Paul asked excitedly. "What did you find?"

When I didn't answer, and continued to snarl, he pulled the magazine out from under my other hand, and began to read it out loud.

"Unattached 18 year old single sub, desperately seeking her new master. I have not been punished in a very long while, and I feel that I am in desperate need. I am interested in complete submission, that includes, but is not limited to, the following: spanking, whipping, strap-on- action, tease and denial, deprivation, face-sitting, corporal punishment, humiliation, and anything else that may please you. You can contact me at 555-452-5585. I am awaiting your call."

"That's my fucking phone number!" I screamed, as I stood from the table and ripped the magazine out of Paul's hands.

"Damn Leah," Paul said, laughing. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

"This isn't fucking funny." I growled. "How in the hell did that get in there?"

"They strike again." Paul said, as he continued to laugh.

o0o0o - Bella's Point Of View - o0o0o

"Operation, take down ass number six, successfully complete!"