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I'm new to uploading stories on this site and not all that sure about how everything works so please cut me some slack if I make mistakes :) Also, English is not my first language, so it would be great if you let me know if you find any mistakes so I can improve my writing.

This will be a slash-fanfiction (sorry to those who don't like that sort of stuff) and the pairing will be Edward/Paul. I will follow canon loosely up to a certain point, so Bella will still come to Forks and will meet the Cullens and the werewolves. I'm not a fan of bashing, as I feel it mostly simplifies characters, so yeah; none of that in here. I will try to avoid the typical cliché and hopefully I'll manage to add something new to this fandom.

Disclaimer: The twilight saga doesn't belong to me (obviously) and I'm just playing around with the characters for a bit.


Chapter 1: Why is it always me?

Paul does not have a good day. Admittedly, since first phasing most days haven't been good days for him but today is particularly bad. He has always had a bit of a temper. When his parents were still together, his mother used to call him her passionate little warrior or some such nonsense but he hasn't talked to her for about seven years now and his father just calls him troublesome. So yeah, he knows he has a few problems and normally that would be fine if it wasn't for the whole 'when I get angry I turn into a huge fucking wolf!' situation he got going. He seriously doesn't know how Sam and Jared manage as well as they do. Well, okay, there was the whole 'Sam mauling Emily' thing which was honestly probably the most terrifying day of all of their lives, so maybe Sam isn't dealing with it any better than Paul is and is just a superior actor on most days. Whatever.

Fact is, Paul just nearly assaulted a teacher and if it wasn't for Jared being in his class and hauling him out of the room, he would have probably killed her. Unintentionally, of course. He still has difficulties controlling his strength because sometimes he just forgets. Forgets this fucking mess turning into a werewolf ended up to be.

At first, he thought it would be so cool, just like in a movie or something. A lot of fun and awesomeness. Right. As if. The movies never show the werewolf being kicked out of school. Or being chewed out by his alpha for losing control (again). Or having a pack mate as a babysitter because apparently he can't be trusted. Or sitting outside the principal's office with said pack mate while aforementioned alpha is trying to save his ass inside. So yeah, Paul does not have a good day. The only silver lining is that he didn't phase into his wolf form so their secret is still safe for now. Which was nothing but luck, as Sam reminded him in his epic rant.

Agitated, Paul scuffs his shoes on the ugly linoleum floor and sends a glare to Jared who couldn't look more relaxed slouching in the plastic chair if he tried. This is so stupid! Even if Sam (in lieu of Paul's father who couldn't be bothered to even show up, the asshole) manages to convince the principal to not kick him out, it's not as if it will change anything. Paul will still be the perpetually angry, uncontrolled bad-boy that everyone tries to avoid. Who is now apparently into wallowing in self-pity, he mused with a disgusted snort. Yeah, right, he hasn't reached that level of patheticness yet.

Thus, in absence of anything else to do he decides to annoy Jared instead, a surprisingly hard thing to do. But Paul is nothing if not persistent and so he starts tapping his fingers on the too small chair in an erratic rhythm. And then he nudges his foot against Jared's outstretched leg. Tap. Nudge. Tap, tap. Nudge. The other boys breathing speeds up slightly and a frown begins to form on his face but otherwise he keeps ignoring Paul. Tap, tap, nudge, tap, nudge, nudge, taptaptap. Finally, Jared reacts with an irritated huff and quietly growls: "Will you stop it? You've done enough damage for one day." Despite the annoyed tone of voice his hands are still calmly placed on the armrest while Paul's own haven't stopped shaking all day. Irrationally, this makes him even angrier. Why is it so easy for the other two wolves to stay in control when he himself barely manages to keep it together? Sam, okay. Sam is the alpha; he is supposed to have some super amazing power or some such shit. But, Jared? Jared has only been a wolf a few weeks longer than Paul and he is always so Zen that Paul once asked him if he is constantly smoking weed or something. It's seriously irritating! As if being sixteen isn't bad enough without the freakiness of turning into a werewolf.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm down the way Sue Clearwater had shown him and the trembling in his hands lessens. A quick glance to Jared reveals that, yup, the other boy gave up his relaxed pose and is watching him warily. Great. If he tells Sam about this Paul will get another earful. He tries for a calming smile though it probably looks more like a forced grimace if Jared's exasperated sigh is anything to go by. Reluctantly amused Paul punches him lightly on the arm and Jared retaliates in the same playful way. Even though he would never admit it, Paul is grateful for the silent show of support. Objectively he knows that it is the pack's job to have each other's back but it's still nice to experience it. He doesn't have a lot of people apart from the other wolves he trusts. Or any, really.

So normally he at least tries to not be a little shit with them. This waiting thing is just seriously getting on his nerves. He shifts in the too small chair to find a position that is a bit less cramped. Honestly, did they choose the most uncomfortable chairs they could find to put outside the principal's office? Maybe it is some kind of passive aggressive pre-punishment; he wouldn't put it past some of his teachers to do just that simply to spite some of the students that sit here more often. (Paul unfortunately included in that group.) His recent werewolf-induced growth spurt doesn't really help any. Annoyed, he moves again just to get an eye-roll from Jared at his fidgeting. Asshole. The other can pretend all he wants but Paul knows he is just as eager as him to get out of the seat and preferably out of the school altogether.

However, before Paul can tell him just that, possibly embellished by some swearwords, the door in front of them finally, finally opens and Sam exits the office with Principal Summerby right behind him. She doesn't seem as angry as expected so Paul decides to be tentatively optimistic. Maybe he won't be expelled? "Mr. Lahote, as nice as it is of you to visit me regularly", Summerby is even smiling a little as she says this and Paul remembers why he likes her so much (even if she is a teacher), "this has to stop." After seeing Sam's urging stare, Paul decides to use the small break in her speech to nod emphatically. "Honestly, I know you are a good person, Mr. Lahote, but you need to learn to control these outbursts. This is your last chance. Please do not disappoint me." Before she can close the door again, he mumbles a quiet "Sorry." While he's not good at this whole apologizing stuff even he knows he messed up royally. She hesitates slightly and then nods her head with a brief smile before disappearing in her office and leaving the three young men alone in the brightly lit corridor.

"Sooo," Jared's voice disrupts the uncomfortable silence that starts to form between them "how bad is it?" And Paul doesn't even think it's that funny but he can't help the snort of suppressed laughter that escapes him. For a second he thinks he ruined everything and Sam will start shouting again but then the alpha just sighs and shakes his head exasperatedly while a wry grin forms on his lips. "You two will be the death of me." He eyes Paul with something close to amusement. "Especially you." And just like that Paul can finally breathe freely again as he knows he is forgiven. Having a pack is one of the truly good things about being a werewolf. And Sam bailing him out of trouble is, while not strictly necessary, at least very much appreciated.

As they finally leave the school ground and go to Sam's old, beat-up Cadillac though, Paul can't help but feel that everything went down a bit too smoothly. Sam's mood is a little too good and he has yet to tell him what his punishment is going to be. Jared seems to think something along the same lines, as he ducks into the backseat without a single word even though normally there is at least a slight scuffle about who sits shotgun. Sam starts the motor and pulls out of the parking lot with practiced ease. He is not exactly smiling, but his cheek does twitch suspiciously from time to time which makes Paul even more nervous. After about five minutes of ominous silence Paul breaks. "Okay, spill! What do I have to do?"

"First of all, you will be very happy that for some reason Summerby actually likes you and hasn't expelled you, even though you deserve it." The younger wolf supresses a sigh. And here he was thinking the dressing-down was over. Figures he isn't that lucky. "Secondly, it seems some teachers are worried about you leaving your previous circle of friends and becoming a loner within your class-" "Wait, what?" Jared interrupts from the backseat. "He's not alone. We're practically always together." He actually sounds indignant about it and Paul feels marginally better. "That's kind of true", he agrees even though he does miss his old friends sometimes. It's just that after everything it's difficult to interact with people who don't know about the existence of werewolves.

"As I said", and whoops, Sam sounds a bit mad about being interrupted, "they're worried. So, your punishment is to socialise." For a moment everything is silent except for the humming of the motor. Then Jared suddenly starts snorting with laughter and Paul manages to shake off the feeling of confusion suffused with a slight premonition of doom. "You're joking, right? What does that even mean?" Sam sends him a look that has Paul choking on the chuckle he was about to release. "No joke. Apparently, there will be some kind of exchange with some students from Fork-High or something, to improve the relationship between us and them. Your job will be to show them around school and answer their questions and stuff. Like I said; socialising."

Paul is honestly glad that he's too shocked to feel angry because he's quite sure Sam's good mood would be over if he were to lose it in his car and phase. After a minute, where he registers nothing but the suppressed snickering of Jared he finally manages to croak out a strangled "What?" And that's the exact moment Sam's control slips and he starts smirking. "I knew you would like the idea." With a whine that he will forever deny came out of his mouth Paul buries his face in his hands and gives of a muffled "Fuuuck." Honestly, how is this his life?