a/n--- hope guys like this, thanks to mediate89 for betaing this and for all the help you give me with plots, and just plain old drama lol. Theres a few thing through the story you might not understand if you didnt read heartbreak but it shouldt confuse you too bad I swear if you didnt read it. REVIEW!!

Chapter one--- The Beginning of the Worst of my Life

I slammed my front door shut loudly making the pictures rattle on the walls as I left in a hurry for school. It was seven thirty and I was already in a bad mood.

My bad mood was all thanks to my stupid dad. He'd been sitting on the edge of my bed when I climbed in through the window this morning after being out on patrol all night. Ever since the council had made him straighten up, he'd been on this big parenting kick that always seemed to get me in trouble. My parents had started noticing that I wasn't always in bed when I should be, and that I wasn't always where I told them I would be.

I hadn't even got to sleep in two damn days thanks to Sam. He kept giving me the late patrols for some reason, I realized as I ran out to my old green s10. I had homework piled up from last week that I would never get around to doing. To top it all off, I couldn't get my stupid truck to start now. I hit the steering wheel angrily, sitting there a moment getting more pissed off with each moment. I shook slightly before I got out and kicked the door shut forcefully and took off walking down the dirt road to the bus stop. Great, now I'd look like a loser too, I thought to myself. I hadn't ridden the bus in two years.

I slung my bag over my shoulder as I halted a few feet away from where everyone was standing that lived down my road. I kept my tough guy look on carefully as I felt eyes rake over me where I stood. I knew the guys were intimidated by my size, and the two girls that were standing there were checking me out. I turned my head, watching for the bus I could hear coming. I wrinkled my nose in disgust as it pulled up. I could smell... school.

I stood in the back, waiting for everyone else to get on before I climbed up the steps, daring anyone to talk to me. I held my head up high, looking over the tops of the heads of the kids already sitting down. They stared up at me as I passed by them, towering. I went to the back and looked at the scrawny kid sitting in the last seat.

"Move over," I ordered.

She grabbed her bag from beside her as I sat down, turning sideways so I'd fit. It was a tight squeeze. I looked out the window as we drove, wishing I would have called Jared for a ride. Or maybe even Sam on his way to work. I couldn't handle many more rides on the bus. I was careful to breathe in through my mouth, not wanting to subject myself to the smells I'd encounter on here.

I glanced at the small store my dad ran in the town as we passed it by. He was already there of course, the workaholic. He'd left right after yelling at me for staying out all night "doing god knows what". I smirked to myself, remembering how he'd thought he'd actually hurt me when he hit me square in the jaw earlier. His temper was almost as bad as mine. I was known as the unstable one in the pack. It didn't bother me. The only thing that made me any different than them was that I loved the adrenaline rush I got when I phased. I ran for hours every day trying to burn off the energy I had in me. It wasn't something I could just turn off. I just wasn't as good at keeping myself in control like my brothers were. Especially Jacob.

The bus came to a halt in front of the school and I hurried to get off as fast as I could. My eyes scanned the front steps looking for Jared until I spotted him near the fountain.

"Hey, bro," he greeted me when I came in normal earshot. I nodded, looking around us. I hated it here. School was hell. Pure hell.

"Ridin' the cheese wagon, huh?" He jibed at me as we started walking inside with the crowd.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Don't even get me started on that. Truck wouldn't start."

We had a semi-friendship going on. We would mess with each other constantly until I got the fight I usually wanted and needed, we spoke at school, hung out sometimes, and tried to do normal guy things together outside of the pack. Hell, I wasn't even sure what normal was anymore.

We walked down the hall together in silence. That was something I was grateful for with Jared. He didn't talk a lot and he didn't ask a lot of questions. We both waved halfway as we into separate classes. I could hardly wait to let my head hit the table and pass out. I let myself fall into the chair at the table I usually sat at. I grabbed a notebook and pen and tossed it on the table, knowing I wouldn't even use them. I looked up as the girl who usually sat by me came in the room and sat down beside me, looking timid.

I stared at her for a moment, liking that she seemed to blush under my eyes. I let my eyes travel over her for a second. She wasn't bad looking. Blonde hair that was straight and cut into layers, framing her heart shaped face, blue-green eyes, white skin that wasn't nearly as tan as my own. She wasn't the skinniest girl I'd seen, but not fat either. Definitely a little curvy. I studied her a moment longer, not even feeling shameful as she fidgeted around. She had a light dusting of freckles on her nose, which I liked surprisingly. I traveled down her body, trying to get the whole effect. She was someone I could definitely hook up with. Her hips were slightly curvy and her denim skirt revealed well toned legs. I looked my way back up, staring at the chest next. Not bad at all.

I smirked to myself when I looked away toward the front of the room. Mrs. Bell was writing things across the board for us to copy. I didn't even bother pretending like I was. I zoned her out as she talked about some stupid equation I'd never get to use anyways. Werewolves didn't exactly divide the number of vampires evenly.

A big wave of cucumber melon and mint hit me suddenly. I stopped drumming my pen against the table and turned toward where the smell was coming from. It was enticing, almost like candy for my nose. I looked back at the girl sitting beside me, who was shifting around in her chair, shoving a book into her bag.

Hmm, this girl was a different type of pretty than Holly. She turned and started talking to the girl next to her, Kim Breslin. I listened as they laughed loudly together, talking about going to the beach this weekend. The beach, huh? I wondered. I could go to the beach. I could run into her there… I shook my head slightly, trying to clear the thoughts away quickly. I didn't even know this girl and I was already planning to get with her.

I was hot. I knew I was hot and I didn't even feel bad about using my looks to get exactly what I wanted out of every girlfriend I'd had this year- Holly, Kendra, Tia, Jessica, and now this girl. Whoever she was. Damnit, why in the hell did she have to smell so good? I wondered as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, making the scent hit me again. I looked down at the table and realized I was clenching the side of it. I released my grip slowly, glancing around the room. Holly caught my eye for a moment, winking at me. I gave her a lopsided grin, making my eyes smolder at her. We usually left for lunch and went back to my house while everyone was gone.

It was the only way so far that I'd found to have a decent sex life. I'd lost my virginity way back during the summer to Holly. After that, it kind of just became a habit of sleeping together a few times a week. Lately though, since I phased about three months ago, I'd kind of quit seeing her so often. She didn't hold the same appeal to me as she used to. It was like I didn't even see her face anymore when we were alone. I definitely saw this girl's face though.

Something was familiar about her, like I should know her from somewhere. I felt… strange. She glanced over her shoulder at me as she listened to Kim talk about some dorky art show. Kim was a nerd in my book, an unpopular, badly-dressed dork. I gave her a small smile, making her cheeks turn red. I held back a laugh at the effect I had on her already. I could hear heart thumping loudly; it raced every time she saw me looking at her. I hadn't even started my game plan and I already had this in my hand.

The bell rang loudly, jerking me from my thoughts as everyone started getting up and moving toward the door. I grabbed my bag and pushed my way to the front. It wasn't hard to do. People tended to move out of my path. I scanned the hall for Jared and spotted him and hit him on the shoulder hard.

"I found a hot girl," I announced to him.

Jared rolled his eyes. "You're a fucking man-whore, Paul."

I smirked at him, knowing he was just jealous. Jared had been trying and failing to get a date to homecoming, where I'd been asked five times already. I had no plans on going though, I had patrol that night. "I know. It's a great life though," I told him with a grin.

Jared walked with me to the only class we had together, Chemistry. "What's her name?"

I shrugged, I had no idea who she was, I just knew I wanted her. "No clue, man, I just saw her in class."

He looked at me carefully. "Did you... ya know... imprint, do you think?"

I stopped walking and gave him a look of death. "Hell no."

He knew how I felt about that topic. Imprinting was evil. I refused to let some girl rule over me the way Emily did over Sam. It was disgusting. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself back down.

Jared stood patiently waiting. "Sorry, dude, I didn't mean to make you mad, you seemed too damn happy for a minute there."

I nodded and started toward the class again. "It's okay. I just need a change is all. The same old thing is getting boring. Its not any fun going after what you already have." I winked at him as we entered the small room. "I'm always ready for a challenge."

I took my seat in the back of the room and flashed a smile at the girl sitting beside me. Laura, I think. She gave me a look back, looking me up and down a moment before turning back around in the chair. I looked at her for a few seconds, she was pretty. But not like the girl I'd seen earlier. I didn't even feel like going after this one.

I pulled my book out of my bag and flipped to the page marked on the board and settled in to pretend to listen to Mr. Thomas talk about chemical combinations. I felt a sharp flick to my ear as I leaned down to scribble some notes and whirled around, forgetting where I was for a moment. Jared's head ducked down behind me and I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face. I shook my head. Idiot, I thought.

I looked at the clock. Only one more hour until lunch. Did I want to eat or take Holly back home? Or possibly look for my newest challenge? It was a tough decision, I decided as I weighed each option. I'd see what Jared was doing first. At school I didn't really buddy up with the rest of the pack other than Jared, and only because we were friends before we started phasing. I didn't really know Embry and Jacob well enough to suddenly start hanging around with them in public. They weren't good for my image.

I'd worked hard to establish a tough guy front. Mean, bad-ass and hot- my three outstanding attractions. I ran my highlighter over the notes so I'd remember what was important. I didn't usually pay this much attention in class. I spaced out writing and scribbling down things in my chicken scratch writing until it was time for lunch.

I glanced up at Jared. "Hey, wait!" I called after him, jogging to catch up.

Jared stopped in the doorway, looking at me curiously. "What?"

I gave him a small smile. "Just wanted you to wait for me so we can go the caf." I ignored the look he had on his face as I walked past him and down the hall.

"You never go to the caf for lunch, though," he said slowly as we walked. He waved to Jake and Embry across the huge room. "I usually sit with them, by the way."

I shrugged; I didn't really care where we sat at as long as I could keep an eye out for the girl. I got in line behind Jared, not even looking at the food I put on my tray. I could miss her if I wasn't paying attention.

I reached into my jeans pocket and shoved a crumpled up ten at the lunch lady before trailing after Jared, feeling slightly out of place as I sat down with the rest of the pack. I could see surprise in the others' eyes.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be fucking Holly right now?" Embry asked me with a smirk.

I looked at him "No. I'm over that. It's not even any good anymore."

Jake rolled his eyes as he popped open the lid on his soda. "How can it not be good?"

Jared and I laughed at the same time. Only these two would have to ask that in the pack. The only two virgins. "Its just not... believe me," I told him grinning. I scanned the room again, looking for a glimpse of blonde. It wasn't exactly a common hair color here on the rez.

"Who you lookin' for?" Embry asked with a mouthful of food.

"No clue and none of your business. She's mine," I snapped at him, feeling protective of her already, whoever she was. They all laughed at the same time as I stood up quickly, finally spotting her sitting in the corner with a group of giggling girls.

"You're not seriously going over there are you?" Jake asked.

I looked down at him. "Why wouldn't I?" I bent down and grabbed my bag.

"Which one is it?" Embry prodded me.

I smirked at him. "The cute one of course." I popped him on the back of the head hard as I took off across the cafeteria toward her. As I got closer I could see them stealing looks at me, laughing and their eyes getting brighter, each one probably hoping it was her that I was coming to talk to.

I stopped and leaned down, putting on my suave smile. "Is this seat taken?" I asked them. All at once they shook their heads and started inching closer together to make room as I sat down. I was sitting across from her. I looked at her, into her eyes, and smiled slowly. "I'm Paul, by the way."

Nikki Foster laughed flirtatiously at me. "We know who you are. How could we not?"

That was true, I'd been the topic of quite a few rumors and girly conversations. "And you ladies are?" I asked gently, not wanting to single any of them out yet.

They went around introducing themselves; I felt a burst of joy when the blonde finally reached her hand out, revealing bright pink nails. "I'm Sarah," she said with a shy smile. I reached out and took her hand, holding it for a moment. She glanced down at mine "Wow. You're hot."

I couldn't help but laugh and grin. "I know I am, thank you."

Sarah's face turned red and she dropped my hand like it was on fire, which I'm sure it felt like it was to her. "Uh... I meant your hand was… never mind," she stuttered.

"You look familiar... Sarah," I said her name lowly, in a way that made it sound like a seductive phrase. "Where do I know you from?"

She shrugged, looking nervous and fidgety. "We have a couple of classes together."

I knew that wasn't where I recognized her from. I still couldn't place it. though. "No, somewhere else."

"Hmm, I work at the Tavern in town, behind the counter," she said as an afterthought. "I work for your dad after school and weekends."

So that's why she looked familiar. I'd probably seen this girl millions of times and never paid her any attention. Man, did I regret it now. "Oh. That's right. I remember now."

I opened my mouth to ask her something else when the damn bell rang. The girls got up, grabbing their stuff quickly, still all smiles at me as I got up too.

"So I guess I'll see you around, Sarah," I told her, handing her the purse I assumed was hers.

She nodded quickly, looking down. "I've gotta get going," she apologized as she backed away and took off hurriedly in the opposite direction I had to go in.

I watched her as she scrambled off down the hall until I felt someone hit me on the back of my head. "She'll never go for you, bro," Jared told me with a grin. "She's too nice. Way out of your class."

I scowled at him and hit him back as we walked off down the hall. Two more long classes and I could go home and pass out. Hopefully.

"I think she will. You didn't see how she looked at me. I make her nervous as hell, too." Sarah's heart had almost combusted when I touched her hand. I could hear it speed up when I spoke to her. I liked it.

"You probably make her nervous because she's scared of you. She was there when you beat that Pike kid up awhile back, remember? And she was there when you got mad and punched the lockers in third wing," Jared said, a little too happily.

I shrugged it off. So I had a bad temper. Who didn't get mad and feel like hitting something every now and then?

I stopped just outside the door of Jared's class, picking up on that smell again. Sarah was somewhere close. "Is she in your class?" I asked him, trying to look inside the room, peering through the doorway.

Jared shoved me back "Maybe. Or maybe... just maybe I saw her first and I want her." He looked at me with a calm face, making it hard for me to tell if he was messing with me or not.

"Don't you dare!" I snapped at him.

He flashed me a grin as the bell rang loudly. "She's not your, Paul." He took off inside the room, letting the door swing shut in my face as he did. It blocked the melon scent from me. Sarah had a class with Jared. Hmm…

I walked into my English class, ignoring the teacher's remarks about me being late and plopped down. I was in deep thought now. Was Sarah really way out of reach for me? I didn't think so. But then again, she was a bit more... classy than the girls I usually dated. Sarah was the type of girl that expected you to take her out somewhere nice, not the bonfire at the beach, I could tell that already. I wondered why she went to school on the reservation. She wasn't Quileute. She was blonde for crying out loud.

I frowned, thinking over all the new information I'd learned. Sarah worked for my dad at the store, so I could stop in and see her after school and talk to her. I'd just have to make sure my dad wasn't around. He'd have a fit if he found me hitting on one of his workers. I didn't know how I'd been in there and not noticed her before.

Sarah. Just the name was beautiful.