~Bella's Point of view~
I was for a moment amazed, I felt so alive, and I felt like I could do anything, be anyone. It was a hard thought to have. When I had woke up today, I had thought my life was over, that I no longer had a real reason to live. And now, I couldn't image missing out on living life, and meeting this handsome stranger.
For once, in what felt like a very long time, I finally let as though I belonged somewhere, and that was right here by Paul's side. Things made sense, things felt right, and I wasn't ready to go anywhere any time soon.
Although, there was still things on my mind that needed worked out, such as Edward, my feelings, and my real intentions. There was a lot I didn't know about Paul, and at themoment, there was a lot that I didn't know about myself, so right now, wouldn't be the time to worry about relationships.
But I still couldn't help but wish that someday, I would be ready to move on, with a guy like Paul…
"So, what do you think they are talking about?" I wondered, nodding in the direction of Sam and Alida, watching them talking, looking as though, whatever it was they were saying, it was serious.
Paul glanced in their direction, disinterest coloring his eyes for a moment, before looking back at me, a mask being pulled onto his face now, as he blocked his true emotions behind it.
"Probably talking about us," He muttered, his tone now seeming dark.
His good attitude now seeming to disappear, along with all of my hopes of us getting any closer, it was like he was trying to hold himself back, and refuse himself from getting any closer.
Disappointment hit the bottom of my stomach hard, and I looked away from him, pulling in an uneasy breath, and letting out a sigh of defeat.
But yet, one question still remained.
"What about the two of us?" I wondered, barely able to look in his direction.
He was quiet for what seemed like a long time, and again his hands seemed to tremble, as he clenched his hands into fists.
"Sam just thinks it's best if we became friends, since the you and your sister will be around La Push more often, he wants to make sure you have friends here,"
This was almost like a slap across the face.
The word 'friends' just seemed entirely wrong in that sentence and I couldn't understand why I had felt this way, but I did, and I didn't like how the pain of this was enough to bring a sting to my eyes.
"And I'm guessing you don't want to be," I muttered lowly.
Reluctantly, I looked into his eyes for his answer, feeling my whole body freeze that the intense emotions that ran across his face, but was quickly hidden again under his mask of calm, indifference.
"Bella, I'm just not the kind of guy you should want to be friends with, ok."
I almost winced at these words. They seemed too familiar for me, too much like Edward. And I had to admit, it hurt for only a second to think this, until the pain turned to anger.
How dare he tell me this?
"Listen, I'm not some fragile rag doll, that's going to rip apart if someone looks at me wrong, so whatever kind of guy you are, it doesn't matter, I can handle it," I said raising my chin a fraction more to look right in his eye.
He raised a brow at me now, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched me.
"So you do have some fire in you, don't you," He smirked, throwing me a wink.
I exhaled noisily, shaking my head as I turned away from him, folding my arms across my chest, and struggled to hold back a blush from covering my cheeks.
He eyes softened, taking in my stance, and surprised me once again by getting in front of me, and unfolding my arms, letting his hands take mine.
"Bella, it's not I don't think that you can handle me, it's that, I don't think you're ready to handle me, and I don't know if I'm ready to handle you,"
Now he was just being confusing, which didn't make me feel any better in the least, but I couldn't force myself to pull my hands away from his. It felt right for them to be there.
"I don't know what you mean," I muttered, glancing away from him for a minute to regain my thought process, before looking back into his beautiful dark brown eyes.
He his were again hard, analyzing my expression for a very long time, before shaking his head, and letting my hands fall back to my sides.
"It would be better, if we weren't friends," He said, not looking at me.
This, I wasn't going to accept, and I wasn't about to let happen, not now that I was mad, and eager to prove him wrong about me.
"Too bad, we are going to be friends, if you like it or no," I said with a stubborn nod.
He stared at me for a second, and sighed, running a hand through his black hair, a slight trembling through his body. But I held my ground, even as his narrowed eyes fell on mine.
"You're making a mistake Bella; I'll ruin your life,"
"My life is already ruined; it can't get any worse, trust me,"
I could tell that he was going to give up the fight soon; I could see the doubt in his eyes, and hear the willingness leaking out in his tone.
"Fine, but don't tell me that I didn't warn you," He snapped, crossing his arms across his chest, looking away from me for a second, but his eyes were burning into me within a few seconds.
"Fine, you can take your warning, and stick it, because you can't scare me off,"
"We'll see about that," Paul smirked.
And with that, we both went walking to Sam and Alida.
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