AN: This is my first fanfiction ever please let me know what you think

Copyright: I do not own Twilight...never have never will

Bella POV

Grip chalk billowed around me as I threw my sweaty hair back into a messy bun on top of my head. Only one set left, I thought to myself as I shifted my body back into position. Feet shoulder width apart, neutral spine…the key to a good deadlift is the set-up. I took a deep breath before pulling the weight up and dropping the bar at the top of the lift. I finished the set and unracked the weights before allowing myself to take in my surroundings – La Push Tribal High School. A place I thought I said goodbye five years ago. After Jacob and Edward both ditched me and left my heart torn to shreds, and yes I did say, Edward, I can finally say his name after years of therapy (I should really send them an invoice), I said goodbye to Charlie and Forks and returned to Florida to attend the University of Florida and gained a degree in criminal justice.

While back in Florida, I saw a therapist who recommended I find a hobby or activity to push myself out of my "zombie phase." Most sports were out of the question, still way too uncoordinated for that, but somehow I came across weightlifting and powerlifting and I fell in love with it from the start. It allowed me to push all thoughts out of my head and focus on picking up what was right in front of me – the weights. While it started as a way for me to remain in my self-appointed solitary confinement, it leads me to a community. A community of people who didn't care how you ended up there as long as you were there for the same goal – working through whatever had them upset or frustrated by picking up and putting down heavy things. It nearly broke my heart to tell them I was returning to Forks, Washington to figure out what my next step was. There wasn't really a gym in Forks outfitted for Olympic weightlifting and powerlifting so Charlie pulled strings with Billy Black to let me lift in the High School when it was not in session. I mean, it was the least he could do after his son dropped me like yesterday's school lunch.

I was pulled from my musings when someone shouted: "HEY, what do you think you are doing here?!"

I turned around, my shocked eyes meeting the familiar, dark ones behind me. Oh shit!

Paul POV

No, no, no, NO! I imprinted on Bella Swan, former leech lover and flight risk out of Forks. Baby alpha is going to kill me! He's still whining about how he couldn't come out of the woods when Bella made one last attempt to say goodbye before flying to Florida. Sam Uley actually pushed me out of the woods to give Bella Swan a final hint that she needs to stay away from the wolf pack. Now, she's an imprint and a part of the pack. Damn, Sam's head is gonna roll!

Oh shit, she looks pissed.

"Billy Black gave me permission to use this gym," she said, squaring her stance.

Oh, honey, you think you can go against a wolf? I swallowed a chuckle to myself.

"Well, Bella Swan, I never thought we would see you back on the reservation?"

"Well, it was made pretty clear by your little gang that I was no longer welcome on the reservation, but not Billy Black has recently gone back on that conviction with me being allowed to lift here."

With that statement, I let my eyes roam up and down her petite body. Yeah, she grew up. Defined, yet not overwhelming muscle tone, I cocked my head gaining a different view, yep, definitely squats.

Leaving my head in place, I replied smirking, "How much can you squat?"

Next thing I knew, my cheek was burning and there was chalk swirling around me.

Bella POV

"How much can you squat?"

This question can only go one of two ways -one, some people genuinely ask out of curiosity, usually, fellow lifters or those interested) and then, the second one, where the question was basically code for nice ass. The second meaning was always a futile attempt at hitting on said squatter and never turned out well. Based on his expression, I was pretty sure it took on that meaning.

I don't know what it was the man's eyes that seemed to bore into my soul, the smirk, or the stress I was already feeling from being back at a place I swore to never return, but I saw red and next thing I know ...SLAP! I had smacked him across the face.

The man started vibrating and then I heard the weight room's doors slamming open. A trio of men rushes in...one I see to be Sam Uley, an unfamiliar face, and Jacob?! All are yelling at me to get away quickly and yelling for Paul, I guess that's name, to calm down.

Paul turns back to me and our eyes lock again and the vibrating stops. What the hell? The trio notices this as well and slows down to walk confused. Paul and Sam look at each other and waves of understanding wash over their faces.

Jacob is the first to snap out of his confusion, peering around Paul and shouting "Bells, is that really you?"

Oh no, he did NOT just use his old nickname for me, he has no right after five years to act like he still is my best friend.

"The 'Bells' you knew no longer exists." I snarled out. "She hasn't existed for the past five years no thanks to you."

Sam called out "Bella, you need to come with us, there is obviously a lot to discuss."

Paul and Jacob lock eyes and growl. Again, what the hell?

I locked my stance and steely replied, "like hell am I going anywhere with you, everyone made it perfectly clear five years ago I was no longer wanted on the reservation."

With that, I grabbed my gym bag, turned on my heel and practically ran out of the weight room. Thank god for back exits. I didn't stop running until I reached my new truck. Renee and Phil bought it for me when I returned to Florida and I have never been more grateful 'til now. My truck roared to life and I sped away just as Sam, Paul, and the unnamed man crashed through the doors.

I drove away, back towards Forks, hoping but knowing this was not the last encounter I would have.

AN: Let me know what you think! Should I continue?