Chapter 17 - Oh Shit, SAM!

Bella's Point Of View

I was awake before my alarm clock had the chance to chime its annoying tune.

Quickly, jumping out of bed, I grabbed my clothes that I had put together last night. My adrenaline was pumping. I was on a mission.

Barreling to the bathroom, I rushed through my morning routine.

Angela was picking me up a few minutes early today, so that we could make sure we had everything ready and set up for this afternoons 'entertainment.'

Angela was the key player in this 'project', and although she was a little nervous about doing this alone, she was excited. Her chipper enthusiasm on the phone last night only proved it.

Leaving my room after dressing, and throwing my hair into a mess knot at the top of my head, I stopped in the kitchen to grab a cereal bar. No time for 'real food', as mom liked to call it.

When the truck pulled up into the driveway, I couldn't hide my smile, as I raced over to the passenger side, and jumped into the back.

"Angela, do you have everything set for this afternoon?" I asked, as I ripped the wrapper off of my breakfast and shoved half of it into my mouth.

She nodded. "Dad called the garage. My baby's due there at eleven thirty." She said, as she rubbed the steering wheel.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Of Course." She said grinning. "Won't be an issue at all. I'm all over it."

I smiled at her through the mirror, and then grabbed my bag, that I dumped ungracefully on the floor. Unzipping the front pocket, I grabbed the two baggies that I stuffed in there last night, and handed them to my best friend.

Kenda grabbed them, and handed them to Angela, who stuffed them into the side pocket of her purse.

"That's all of it?" She asked, as she zipped it up. Out of site.

"That's all of it."

The rest of the ride to school was quiet. My leg was bouncing at a constant rate.

Out of everything that we've done, this would be the thing that I was nervous the most about. I didn't have a key role in what was going to happen.

Everything. I mean, everything, rested on Angela.

But, I had faith she could do this.

Sam's Point Of View

Wiping the grease from my forehead, I glanced over to the clock. Eleven. We've had clients in and out all day today. I wasn't able to get even a ten minute break with the constant stream of customers who needed tune ups, oil changes, or new tires.

It exhausted me at times. But, I needed the money. And there was good pay in being a top notch mechanic.

Dropping the wrench that's been in my hand for the last forty five minutes, I headed to my office to grab a quick drink, and to kick my legs back for at least a couple, of minutes. My next appointment was at eleven-thirty. I took the few minute reprieve to reflect on everything that's happened the last few weeks.

Thing's have quieted down. I was hoping that it would remain that way, but my gut was telling me that it wouldn't. No pranks were played, and I sent up a silent prayer to the Spirits that there wouldn't me. I've pictured Bella and the girls coming to some sort of unspoken understanding. I've pictured them forgiving us for the immature children that we were.

I knew that apologies weren't going to work. Look what happened to Jared.

Time. Time was all we had, right now, and I hoped that in time, they'd believe that we weren't the same kids we were back then.

My attention was diverted when a knock landed stiffly on my office door.

"Yea?"

"Your eleven thirty's here, Sam." Joel said, slipping his head through the crack in the open door.

"Already?" I asked, as I glanced at the clock.

"Yea." Joel said, as he glanced back into the garage. "Do you want me to tell her to wait?"

"No, no." I said as I stood up and moved to the sink. "I'll be right out."

Splashing cold water onto my heated face, I grabbed the hand towel and patted it dry. It's been unnaturally hot here these last few weeks, and I took every opportunity that I could to escape to the only air conditioned room in this small building. My office.

Throwing the towel onto my desk I walked out of my office and into the lot. Angela was standing beside her truck talking to Joel.

"Hey Angela." I said, as I walked closer to the pair. "I thought your dad was bringing it in?"

"He had an appointment in Port A." She said, as she shifted from foot to foot. "He called the school and had them release me. Are you still able to do the oil change?" She asked as she pointed to her truck.

"Of course. No problem." I said as I walked towards her extended hand to grab the keys.

I quickly climbed into the drivers seat and put the key in the ignition.

"Sam?" Angela asked before I had a chance to close the door. "Is there a place I can sit and wait while you're working on it?"

It was times like this that made me feel bad about how small our establishment was. We really needed to make room for a waiting room. The blazing heat didn't help, and I really didn't want one of my clients waiting outside.

"Why don't you go into my office. It's air conditioned. It shouldn't take too long. There's a television with a few DVD's in there. Help yourself." I said, as I began to close the door.

"Thanks Sam." She said smiling at me, as Joel led her into the building.

Quickly shifting the truck into gear, I pulled her into the second bay, and began working on my fourteenth oil change of the day.

Yea, I counted. Don't judge.

Twenty minutes later, I slammed the hood of the truck down, and climbed back into the drivers seat. Shifting into reverse, I pulled the truck back out into the lot and left the engine idling, as I climbed out to go get her owner.

Angela was sitting on the couch that was placed along the left wall watching Maury. Her eyes broke from the screen when she heard the door open.

Pointing to the t.v, she laughed, "this one only has three potential baby daddies. So much better than the one before who had seven."

I laughed along with her and moved to my desk.

"All done?" She asked as she stood and moved to stand in front of me.

"Yea, I'll put the charges on your fathers tab." I said, as I reached for the file sitting on the corner, and marked the designated area.

"Here's your keys." I slid them across the desk and waited for her to pick them up.

"Thanks Sam." She said as she twirled the small key ring around her wrist. "I'd like to stick around, but I think my free period is just about over."

I nodded and watched her move to the door.

"Have a good day, Sam."

"You too."

Leaning my head back against my chair, I took a deep breath. Thank the spirits the day was almost over. I wanted so badly to go home, and curl up next to Emily on the couch.

Sighing, I stood up and walked over to the sink to wash my hands, and then I returned to my desk. Pulling the small red and white cooler out from under my desk, that I placed there earlier, I opened it up and inhaled the heavenly sent. Emily was a saint.

I managed to finish the four chicken salad sandwiches, and the freshly brewed iced tea within a few minutes. Throwing the tin-foil and empty gallon jug back into the, now, empty cooler, I slammed the lid and slid it back under my desk.

"Sam?" Joel said as he knocked lightly again.

"One o'clock is here?" I asked as I picked a piece of chicken from my canine.

"Yea."

"I'm on it." I replied.

Standing up, I leaned backwards and cracked the kink that developed in my back, while I was sitting the last few minutes.

Sighing, I walked out of my office and back into the brutally, unforgiving heat.

Bella's Point Of View

It was lunch time. My leg was bouncing a mile a minute because I knew that Angela should have been back by now. Time was moving to fast, yet not fast enough, as I walked through the dispersing lunch line and grabbed a bottle of water and an apple.

Sighing, when I still hadn't caught site of her, I walked over to the table that Angela and I usually share, and sat down.

Pulling a book out of my bag, I figured I'd try to get at least a little of the required workload that was homework done, and out of the way. I was so engrossed in Romeo and Juliet, that I didn't notice the other chairs being pulled out from under the table. At least, I didn't notice until it was too late to say anything.

"Hey Bells!" Quil said, way more enthusiastically then I could handle.

"Bella, Quil." I said, as I continued to read my assigned chapter. "We've gone over this. It's Bella. B.E.L.L.A."

"Sure thing, sweet lips." He replied and I grabbed the untouched apple and threw it at him. He laughed and rested his elbow of the table. "I guess sweet lips is off limits too them." He laughed as he caught the apple and took a bite out of it.

"Dick." I mumbled, and turned the page.

He sighed. "We've been over this, Bella. You can't have it."

The audience that gathered began to laugh, and it only served to piss me off. Slamming my book shut and throwing it onto the table, I glared at him.

Seth was the only one to see sense. "Chill out, guys."

"We're only having fun with her." Jake replied.

"You all are idiots if you can't remember who the hell you're messing with. Have you forgotten what you've been through, already? What she's capable of?"

They all stopped laughing and became very serious.

"Big bad wolves are scared of Little Red Riding Hood, huh?" I asked, smirking at them all.

"More like wicked witch of the west." Jared mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear.

"I'd be careful, J. Kim would be highly disappointed if her Toto didn't come home looking the same."

They all quieted down and began talking among themselves. I reached for my book on the table, intending to get a little more reading done, when Angela appeared at the door.

Snapping the book up, and throwing it into my bag, I ran for the door. She turned when when I reached her and we both stumbled through, as we hit the blacktop outside

"Were you able to do it?" I asked, as I hunched over and rested my hands on my knees. Where the hell did my breath go.

She smiled and patted me on the back. "We're golden." She lifted her other hand and glanced at her watch. "He should be feeling it at anytime now."

"Feeling what?"

"Fuck!" I jumped and turned in surprise. I've been trying to avoid him all day. "What the hell, Paul. Can't you mind your own business?"

"Sure I can." He said as he leaned back against the building. "But when the queen bitch pulls her little sidekick through the door, there must be something she's excited about. Or Hiding." He finished, as he lifted his eyebrow in silent question.

Thinking fast, I wrapped my arm around my mid-section. "I'm cramping. I started my period in bio. Was asking Angela if she had any Midol." I said, glaring at him. "Anything else you'd like to know?"

"I don't believe you." He said as he reached down next to him, and grabbed a long overgrown weed. He ripped it out and stuck the straw into his mouth, nibbling on the end.

"You don't have to believe me." I said, as I shook my head to clear it. "I could care less about what you believe or not. Go back inside. You're puppies are waiting for you."

His lips curled up in a smirk, and he opened his mouth to speak. Thankfully, the ringing of his phone cut off whatever it was he was about to say.

Putting his index finger up, signaling me to hold on one second, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. When he read the display, he rushed to answer it quickly.

"Yea, Sam? What's up?" He answered.

I glanced over to Angela. She looked extremely pale and worried.

Shaking my head very lightly, to stop her from saying anything, I turned my attention back to Paul.

"What did you eat today?" He asked, and I tried not to smile.

Really, I did.

"Hold on, Sam." Paul said into his phone, as he watched me closely.

"Bella, what's going on?" He asked as he pushed his phone into his chest.

"Nothing Paul." I said sweetly.

"Uh huh." He said as he studied me for a few more seconds, before putting his phone back to his ear.

Moments later he sighed and then hit end on his phone. Shoving it into his pocket, he lifted himself off of the wall, threw the weed onto the ground, and walked towards me.

"What the hell are you doing, Paul?" I asked, when he grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the parking lot.

"We're going for a little ride, love." His eyes remained focused on what was in front of him.

"Where?" I asked, as my stomach started to turn into knots.

"Sam's." He said, as he continued to drag me. "Apparently he's come down with a bit of a stomach bug." He glanced at me and lifted his eyebrow. "Emily was yelling at him. Apparently he cant keep his... anatomy... to himself."

"What?" I asked, trying to hide my smile.

"I can't explain it."

"Well then why in the hell are you making me go? Especially if he's got a stomach bug! Do you want me to get sick too?" I asked, desperately trying to get out of this.

"I doubt you'll get it." He said as he opened the passenger side door of his car.

"How do you know that?" I yelled.

He pushed up close to me, and whispered. "I don't think we told you everything about being a wolf, Bella."

"What do you mean?"

"It means, that I find it extremely odd, that one of the wolves would get a stomach bug. Especially since none of us are ever sick. Ever." He said, as he stared into my eyes.

"I don't want to go." I whispered.

"Pull the stick out of your ass, for ten minutes, Bella. Get. In. The. Car." He said as he pushed lightly on my shoulders, until I sat down.

I didn't say anything else. I didn't want to make a huge scene in front of the school. I knew that if I did continue on with fighting him, we'd have a significant audience.

When he shut my door, I sighed and reached over myself to grab the seat belt. Snapping it into place quietly, I glanced out the window, and waited for Paul to climb in so we could get...whatever this was... over with.

The ride to Sam's was quiet. I didn't acknowledge his presence, and he ignored mine I kept my eyes trained on whatever was flying by, out the window. The ride only took about five minutes but it felt longer. A lot longer.

He tapped the horn, as he pulled up in front of the small house. Emily came flying out the door and down the steps with a small hand towel in her hands.

"What's going on, Emily?" Paul asked, as he climbed out of the car.

I opened the door, and climbed out. Closing it silently behind me, I stood rooted to my spot, and waited.

"I don't know, Paul." She said as she brushed her bangs from her forehead. "He came home from work about a half an hour ago. He...He's..."

She glanced over at me, and then leaned in to whisper into Paul's ear.

He took a step back, and stared at her for a moment before he began to laugh.

"It's not funny!" She yelled, as she threw the dish towel at him.

"You're freaking out because he has a boner?" He yelled, as he reached down to pick the fabric up from the ground.

"That's not it, Paul!" She said, exasperated. She placed her hand on her forehead. "He's been in the bathroom since he got home! He made a mess all over the back yard!" She yelled, as she pointed towards the house. "Every time he tries to get up, he has to go again! Something's not right!"

I was trying, so hard, not to laugh. The little chuckles that did escape my lips didn't get by Paul. This plan went a lot better than I thought it would. It was genius almost.

"What are you over there laughing about?" Paul asked.

"Nothing." I said quickly, as I dropped my eyes to the gravel.

"Hello?" Emily said, waiving her hand in front of Paul's face. "What do I do?" She begged.

"Well," he started, "for the wood, you can always..."

Emily cut him off before he could finish his thought. "That's absolutely disgusting, Paul."

"You asked." He said, laughing.

"Tell him to jerk it." I yelled from my position next to the car.

"What was that, Bella?" Paul said smiling.

"If he's got a boner, but he's stuck in the bathroom, tell him to rub one out." I tried again, but failed, not to laugh.

Paul shook his head. "I'll go talk to him."

Laughing I yelled, "embrace your inner Embry and Quil, Paul. Help him! It wouldn't be unheard of!"

He turned for a second and glared at me. "That's horrible, Bella. And really crossing the line."

His laughing could be heard as he walked through the door.

Emily and I stood there in silence for a few moments.

"Thanks for coming over," she said, as she picked the towel up from the ground, shook it out, and threw it over her shoulder.

"No problem, Emily." I said as I moved to stand next to her. "Although, I really would have liked to have met under different circumstances."

She sighed and then trained her eyes on the front door. "How did you manage this?" She asked after a few moments.

"Excuse me?" I asked, a little taken back.

"I won't say anything." She smirked, and then nodded towards the house. "I know what you and your friends have been doing." She laughed and then patted me on the back. "You've got balls girl. And, I give it to you for that. But, what is it?" She said pointing towards the door. "I honestly don't think I can handle him whining in there all night, and I sure in hell, am not, going to help him with his sexual needs while he's sitting in the bathroom."

She smiled brightly as she looked back at me.

Sam's Point of View.

Ow, this shit sucked. Literally. I don't know what the hell is going on. I've already beat my shit twice, but it still refuses to go down. The back yards a fucking mess. What the hell does someone do in this situation?

A knock on the door, broke my train of thought.

"Yea?" I grunted as I bent in half for the twelfth time in the last ten minutes.

"You alright man?" Paul said. He sounded like he was trying, but failing, not to laugh.

"I've been better." I said, as I reached for the roll of toilet paper, sitting on the edge of the tub. "I don't know what the hell is going on, man. I can't stand up, dude. What the hell do I do?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" Paul laughed through the door. "Want me to try and convince Emily to come in and..."

"Shut the fuck up, dude. Gross."

"I'm just trying to help!" Paul said, as he slapped his hand against the door.

"I don't know what to do." I cried.

"Try beating it again. You know, if you were getting ass on a regular basis, you wouldn't be in this mess."

"I'm going to beat the fuck out of you, as soon as I'm able to stand the hell up." I growled.

"Sure, sure." He said, as his footsteps started to echo down the hall. "Have fun."

Sighing, I grabbed a hold of my raging erection and began to pump. Base to tip, circle around, tip to base. Repeating the pattern over and over again.

Another wave of nausea hit me as I hunched over, still gripping my dick "This is so fucking wrong. Who in the fuck gets diarrhea, and is able to maintain a rock hard cock?" I whispered to myself, as I continued to stroke in my bent over position.

Like a fucking lighting bulb, it hit me. I moved to stand but then remembered my situation and dropped back down.

"FUCK!" I yelled.

A few seconds later Paul was banging on the door.

"You okay, man?" He said quietly though the door.

"Do me a favor." I yelled through the door.

"What? Anything!"

"Go ask the witches of fucking La Push what the hell they slipped me." I growled.

Paul's laughter erupted and continued faintly as he walked back down the hallway and out of the house.

Bella's Point of View

Paul came out of the house, laughing hysterically. When I saw his giddiness, I couldn't help but laugh with him.

"Fucking priceless." He gasped as he bent over and grabbed his knees. "Fuck, I want to get together with you to do some shit to the guys." He continued, as he stood and ran the couple of extra feet over to me.

"What's going on?" I asked, when i was able to catch my breath.

"Nothing right this second. He's in there pulling his pork again." He smiled, and then asked, "what did you use?"

"I don't know what you mean." I said, as I avoided eye contact with him.

"Come on Bella!" He laughed. "This is just too damn good to be just a fucking coincidence. What did you use?"

He was still smiling. Maybe this all wouldn't crash down on me.

"Laxatives and Viagra." I whispered, before my brain caught up with my mouth.

He stared at me for a moment, putting the pieces together. "Angela... Oil Change... Lunch." He hunched over laughing again. "You guys are fucking good."

"Operation take down ass number seven, successfully complete." I whispered.

He stopped laughing and gazed down at me.

"I'm next."

I didn't say anything. He knew. I knew. Everyone knew. There was no reason to voice it.

He smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Paul?" Emily said, as she appeared next to us.

"Yea, Em?" He asked, still looking at me.

"Here!"

We both looked over to where she was standing.

"What am I going to do with that?" Paul asked, as he reached out to take the hose from her outstretched hands.

"I'm not cleaning up that mess in the backyard." She said, winking at me. "I have tea, Bella. Would you like a cup?"

"Please." I said, as I walked past Paul, smiling.