Here is the first chapter of the edited version of Let The Flames Begin. For new readers, the will be a series and the first book takes place in New Moon.

Sam, Paul and Jared are werewolves, Emily is in the know, Harry Clearwater is alive, and Edward hasn't left Bella.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Twilight characters, etc. I own my original characters. The title of the story is based off Paramore's "Let The Flames Begin" off the album, Riot!


Chapter One

ANNASOPHIA STEPHANIE CATHARINE "SAPPHIRE" ANDERSON

Buzzing from my alarm clock next to my bed woke me. I groaned and slammed my fist on it repeatedly before the damned thing finally shut off.

"Sapphire," I heard my best friend and fellow eighteen-year-old senior, Natasha Valeando, sing as she came up the stairs of my two-story house.

"What?" I moaned as she flung the door open, hitting the wall loudly.

"Tasha!" my mom scolded from down the stairs in the kitchen.

"Sorry!" Natasha screamed out the door. She flung the curtains that blocked the sun open. "Rise and shine, baby!" Her small 5'4" frame jumped up and down on my bed as she dumped out a bag full of clothes and accessories out on my bed. That's when I noticed that she was still in her pajamas.

I groaned and glanced at the time. It was 6:15. We had about fourty-five minutes to get ready. "What am I wearing today?"

"I grabbed you a pair of black skinny jeans, a Paramore shirt, black Vans, and a black sweatshirt. I thought it was very appropriate for the first day back from Winter Break," Natasha answered.

I slowly forced myself out of bed as she began to put on her Sleeping With Sirens T-shirt, bright orange skinny jeans and white sweatshirt. She slid on a pair of socks and black and white checkered Vans. I yawned and stretched and fell to the floor as Natasha sat down at my vanity and began to put a little bit of make-up on herself and attempted to make her shoulder-length curls look decent. I finally got myself to stand and quickly stripped off my pajamas and put my clothes on. After Natasha finished her natural look of make-up, I heavily applied black eye shadow, thick black eyeliner and mascara on my dark blue eyes. I ran a brush through my long, black hair as Natasha went down the hall to brush her teeth. I followed her shortly after.

"Excited to see your boyfriend, Jared?" I teased her. She glared at me as she rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash.

"He doesn't like me and I don't like him! Stop teasing me about it!" Natasha yelled.

"Why do you gotta be so loud about it, Mrs. Cameron?" I asked her, grinning, as I spit out my toothpaste.

She gave me a death glare and applied lip gloss in the mirror. I laughed at her and walked out of the bathroom into the kitchen. She followed.

"He's in love with you," I said to Natasha.

"Who's in love with who?" my mother asked as she poured us each a bowl of cereal and sat them in front of us. Natasha groaned and sank in her seat.

"Jared Cameron is in love with Natasha," I answered, taking a giant bite of my cereal.

"Aww," she replied. Then to Natasha, she said, "He's cute."

"Ma!" Natasha exclaimed.

"Honey, you should just marry that boy and make lots of babies," my mom said to Natasha, completely serious.

"We're going to be late," Natasha said, standing and dumping her remaining cereal down the drain.

My mom and I laughed together. Natasha and I grabbed our backpacks and we walked out the door.

"Bye, Mom," we screamed over our shoulders.

"Have fun at school, girls," she yelled out the door.

We got into the car that Natasha's parents bought her after their divorce and made our way to school.

"Jared's not in love with me," Natasha commented as we pulled into a parking spot next to a beat-up, green truck.

"Yes, he is," I told her as he climbed out of the truck next to us.

She glanced out her window and groaned. "Oh fuck."

I opened my door and climbed out of her Mercedes. "Hey Jared," I said.

"Hey Sapphire," he replied. Natasha finally exited her car and walked around to stand next to me and Jared.

His face lit up as he saw her. She looked up at him and smiled. Jared was at least a foot taller than us.

"Hey Jared," she grinned. He grinned back at her.

"Hey Tasha," he said.

"Tasha, huh? When did you start letting him call you that?" I asked Natasha. "You don't even let me call you 'Tasha'. Is he more important than me?"

Natasha's entire face went red with embarrassment.

Paul Lahote, Jared's best friend, suddenly appears next to us. "Don't get embarrassed, Natasha. The only thing he talked about the entire break was you," he said.

"I told you he's in love with you," I whispered to Natasha. Paul busted out laughing as Jared and Natasha's faces went red.

I looked at Paul as I laughed with him and my world froze as I lost myself in his brown eyes.