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I woke up with a pounding headache and drool slipping from my lips. I wiped at my mouth before even opening my eyes, discarding the saliva. I couldn't remember much from last night other than Bella and I doing more shots than either of the boys were and then us dancing in the living room to shitty music... I'm not sure.

As I rolled onto my back, I noticed the hard pillow I was lying on. Confused, I opened my eyes, a blush creeping up my neck as I noticed what, or who, I was lying on. Emmett was stretched out on the couch, in a sitting position with his head tilted upward and his legs stretched out onto the coffee table, with his arm draped across my stomach and my head on his lap.

Oh god, what the hell was I doing? Cullen's are bad and here I am sleeping with one? Oh and not to forget the almost kiss last night. My blush deepened at the thought. Billy is going to kill me if he finds out.

I carefully went to move his arm, pushing it off of me, but I only succeeded in waking the man. I froze as I heard his voice speak from above me, my eyes instantly snapping to his, "good morning, princess."

Okay, now I was full on blushing and the pounding of my heart was just making my head hurt worse. I scrunched up my face, "Not good morning, why are you still here? Charlie will kill you guys." I pointed out, sitting up as his arm moved off of me.

"Charlie called last night, saying he was sleeping at the station and won't be back till 3, apparently there was some issue. Don't you remember that? You're the one who said we should have a sleepover?" Amusement laced Emmett's words and I just pouted.

I ignored his words, getting up from the couch and making my way to the downstairs bathroom. I heard the footsteps following me, but didn't pay any mind to him. Charlie's got to have Tylenol in here somewhere.

Faintly, from the kitchen, I could hear the sound of cupboards opening and water being poured. My brows knitted in confusion, grabbing the pills from the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, and walking back to the kitchen.

Emmett was standing in front of the coffee maker, starting it. I raised my eyebrows, "hope you made enough for two, I need some coffee."

He laughed, the sound like music to my ears. "I don't like coffee, but I figured you would, so it's all for you, princess." Emmett winked, going back over to the living room.

Just when I think he can't get hotter he goes and does it. 

I looked back at the coffee maker. He did something nice for me? With no expectations and with barely knowing me...

I shook my head, ridding myself of the rabbit hole I would soon be going down, full of assumptions and ideas that I can't have. He's a Cullen, I reminded myself. I can't have him... I look over to Emmett, his back facing me. I watched as he folded the blankets, his muscles contracting with every movement.

Even if I want to.

With a sigh I turned away from Emmett and went over to the coffee machine to pour myself a heaping cup. The only way I was going to function today would be with loads of caffeine in my system. Once I added cream and sugar, I went over to the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Emmett.

Bella and Edward must still be up in Bella's room. Ooh, I wonder if they slept together last night. I don't remember much but since neither one of them are down here that means they must've slept up stairs. Alone.

"What are you smiling about?" Emmett's voice knocked me out of my train of thought and I realized I was practically giggling at the carpet.

I let out a laugh, turning my gaze on the giant next to me. Seriously, this guy is huge, have I mentioned that? "Nothing. So," I took a sip of my coffee, the heat of it burning my tongue, I winced, "did anything else happen last night? I feel like I don't remember much." 

Emmett smiled, seeming to remember something, "not much happened but I will say it was fun watching you dance on the coffee table." 

My cheeks instantly turned pink. I remembered dancing with Bella in the living room but, I definitely don't recall any tables getting involved. I ducked my head and let out a groan, "ugh, how embarrassing."

Emmett let out a chuckle, the sound was deep and I felt my heart stutter in response. He had a nice laugh. My skin prickled as Emmett's fingers hooked under my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. He was smiling softly, a dimple popping out on his right cheek, and his eyes... the gold was practically glowing in the morning sunlight. It was captivating and I found that I could stare into his eyes all day and I wouldn't be bored for a second of it. 

He dropped his hand and I wanted to pout at the loss of contact. It was odd, feeling so strongly about someone I'd only just met. "Don't be embarrassed, it was cute."

I scrunched my nose, "cute?"

Emmett nodded, his smile taking over his face now, "yeah."

I rolled my eyes, "well still, I'm glad I don't remember that."

Emmett shook his head slightly, clearly amused with me. I wonder if he felt it too. The spark, the butterflies, and that magnetic pull I felt whenever I was around him. Was it just me? "I liked hanging out with you last night, princess." 

I met Emmett's gaze and felt my heart rate increase. I smiled softly at him, "yeah, I did too." 

"Maybe we could do it again sometime? Just the two of us," Emmett asked, his eyes were looking at me so intently and I swear I could see a flicker of nervousness there. 

My smile widened, "yeah, I'd like that." 

I pulled up to my house later, still clad in pajamas and my hair a mess. My mind was full of Emmett Cullen and the fact that he'd sorta asked me out on a date. He was everything I was taught to hate, but a part of me desired him anyway. A very large part of me.

Ugh, it was confusing. Maybe I should talk to Billy about him? Ask him about the Cullen's and see if he can give me a reason outside of they're dangerous or the legends which I doubt are true. I mean, what are the chances that the family are really blood thirsty cold ones? Just as unlikely as it is that the Quileute boys turn into massive wolves.

Before I could think of ways to talk to Billy about the boy and his family, I felt someone staring at me. I sighed, already knowing who's eyes were glaring at me from my car. I opened the door and turned toward the older boy.

I smiled at him, despite his angry face, "Paul, what are you doing here?"

He was fuming for some reason, and I didn't know why. The sight of his labored breaths were pretty worrisome though, and I found myself backing away from the boy who I'd shared countless nights with.

"Why are you hanging with the Cullen's?" He seethed, his voice low and dangerous.

What? "How did you know--"

He growled, "they're dangerous, Olivia!" He looked away from me, breathing heavily as he thought through something, "does Billy know?"

My eyes went wide, "no. But-"

Paul sneered, but he didn't get a chance to voice anything else because our conversation was interrupted by the sound of the screen door swinging open. "Does Billy know what?" My head snapped toward the front of my home, where my adoptive father sat in his wheelchair, looking at Paul with weariness.

 I smiled at Billy, laughing awkwardly, "nothing. Paul was just leaving, weren't you?"

This was not the time to ask Billy about the Cullen's. Not while Paul was here, pissed off. I still have no idea how Paul even knew that I was with Emmett and Edward last night. Was he spying on me?

"No, Liv, please tell Billy about where you were last night," Paul spat at me, his posture and everything was so angry. I'd never seen him like this, and certainly never seen him so much as get mad at me.

I shook my head, glaring at the angry boy in front of me, "Paul, leave. This isn't your place, and what I do is none of your business!" I snapped.

"Everything about you is my business!" Paul yelled. I flinched back, even more confused. Where was this coming from?

"Paul, I think it's time for you to go," Billy warned calmly.

Paul looked to Billy then, eyes wide and angry, "she was with the Cullen boys last night. Just thought you should know." And with that, Paul turned and stalked toward the woods behind my house. I swear I could see his skin vibrating as he ran off, but I can't be too sure because Billy was quick to take my attention.

"Inside. Now!" He yelled, startling me. Billy had only ever yelled at me one other time in my life and I hated it. He was mad because he caught me trying to cliff jump with the boys two years ago, after he had told me it wasn't safe.

I was quick to follow behind the wheel chair and into the small kitchen. I took note of Embry and Jacob sitting in the living room and quickly sent them a look that said 'save me.' They didn't interpret my look though, and I was forced to look at Billy and his angry face.

"Billy--"

He cut me off, "sit down." His voice was calmer now, but still held an angry edge. I quickly obeyed, sitting across from him. "What have I told you about that family, Olivia?"

I looked down at the table, feeling like a child again. "I just don't understand why they're so dangerous. I spent time with them last night and they are really nice people, if you just gave them a chance."

"I don't need to tell you why they're dangerous, I just need you to trust me. I don't want you seeing them again, you hear me? They're not what they seem and I don't want you to end up hurt, or worse," he warned, forcing my eyes to meet his.

"Just tell me why. Is it about the legends? The stories you told us when we were kids? Because I highly doubt--"

Billy slammed his hand on the table, "we aren't talking about this again. You will not see them again."

My eyes went wide, "you can't forbid me to see them." I protested.

"You are my daughter and I will forbid you from putting yourself in pointless danger. You will not see the Cullen's ever again. Now go to your room."

I gaped at him. He can't be serious, can he? After a moment of silence. I scoffed, pushing out my chair. "Whatever." I went and made my way up the stairs, passing Jake and Embry as I did so. I could see Jake look at me with a confused look, but I ignored it. We'd have time to talk later, right now I need to get away from Billy.

I was grounded all week for doing something that wasn't even wrong. I thought Billy was being a tad dramatic when he talked about the Cullen's and how dangerous they were two years ago when they first moved to Forks. But now, I fully believed that he was wrong. He'd never even met the family, so how could he have such judgement toward them? Because of legends that were 80 years old and definitely fictitious?

It made zero sense.

Oh and don't get me started on Paul Lahote and his sudden obsession with me. Ever since Saturday when everything went down, he's been up my ass. Constantly calling, texting-- he even showed up at my house trying to talk to me. 

I, of course, told him to get lost and slammed the door in his face. Still, it didn't deter the boy and he was still doing everything he could to contact me.

I just don't get it. Seven months ago when Paul and I first started hooking up, I asked him if he wanted to be more and he said no. That was his call. And now that I hung out with a guy one time, he's freaking out and wanting to claim his territory or something? It's ridiculous.

"I don't understand boys," I sighed, my fingers working through Jake's hair while watching the movie that was playing in front of us. Jake hummed, signalling for me to continue. "I mean, Paul wanted nothing to do with me until he found out I hung out with the Cullen boys. Why would he suddenly do a 180 like that?"

Jake shrugged, "maybe seeing you with someone else made him realize he likes you? Paul isn't the smartest, so it wouldn't surprise me if it took something like that to make him realize it."

I shook my head, pausing my braiding, "it doesn't make sense though. Paul isn't a relationship guy. And I guarantee if I asked him right now, he'd still say no."

"Paul is also is in a gang. Maybe his freak out means you should stay away from him," Jake cut in, showing his clear distaste for the boy.

I rolled my eyes, continuing my braiding, "he's not in a gang-- well, not really. You know, I'm actually not sure what they are, but it's not like you guys make it out to be. They just hangout in the woods all the time, probably doing some nature walks or something," I laughed at the idea of the three guys doing something so soft.

"Still, I don't like the guy," Jake huffed.

I tied off Jake's braid, "I know you don't."

My phone dinged from beside me and I picked it up to see a message from Emmett. My lips pulled up in a smile as I quickly typed a reply before setting my phone back down beside me.

Jake turned back to look up at me, "I don't like Cullen either."

I smirked slightly, rolling my eyes, "I know."