[A.N:] I'm so excited! My very first fanfiction! I've had this fic written down in a notebook for a very long time, and after reading the amazing fanfiction "I will claim you" I was inspired to put my idea out in the open and post it. I would like to say that Paul is VERY OOC so I'm going to try and keep his hot-headedness and see if that keeps him true to his personality as it was depicted in twilight. Please tell me if I succeed. Paul's disposition in this story is very dear to me as it reflects myself not to long ago when I was in a very dark place in my life (emotionally and mentally of course xD), so please try not to criticize his character TOO harshly. I'm very self-conscious posting this fiction, and won't be updating unless you lovely people let me know that you like what you read. Oh! And this is a SLASH… just thought I should tell you. x3 Sorry for any and all mistakes I'm just so excited to get this up, and I'll most likely go back and edit any errors. Anyways I'm going to wrap this up. Enjoy! :3

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Song: "Peace, love, and understanding" by A Perfect Circle

Disclaimer: I obviously do NOT own the Twilight series or any of it's lovely characters. I merely manipulate them to satisfy my own sick fantasies. So in other words... I no own, you no sue. Capeesh? :3

My foot subconsciously taps to the beat as I stare out at a group of teenagers making a bonfire, conversing, and other such activities on First beach. I think about how common the sight is throughout the world. Teenagers behaving as teenagers do; caught up in melodramas of clique rivalries, dating, school, and gossip- all of those things so prominent in their everyday thoughts and worries that they fail to see anything going on in the world around them. While complaining about breakups the natural world around them is wilting… dying. While bragging about grades on tests, children are starving and dying, caught in the middle of wars. 'Do these people have time to even think? Or are they too busy thinking up new rumors to spread? Damn bastards… they don't bother even pretending to care.'

A sigh breaks from my lungs, and I spot the most ignorant and cocky bastard of all. And Mr. Stereotypical-high-school-jock is making his way right towards me, a smile as fake as his ex-girlfriend's tits plastered on his face.

Mr. tall-dark-and-handsome has been trying to make friends with me recently. I've tried to make it as clear as possible to him that I don't want to be apart of his stupid clique but I can't seem to get it through his pretty, empty skull, 'Looks like I'm going to need to try a more direct approach.' I heave a deep sigh and reluctantly pull out my ear buds then set my mp3 player on the passenger seat in preparation for- what I hope would finally escalate to- a full out brawl as he continues on his merry way towards me. 'Hopefully I won't lose TOO miserably.'

"Hey, Paul! You wanna come chill? We've got hot-dogs on the pit right now and Stacy really likes yo-"

I stand up and shut the car door. 'This kid just doesn't know when to quit.' I stalk a few feet towards him "No. I don't want to be part of your stupid fucking clique, now leave me the fuck alone you empty headed jock!" My pulse is pounding in my ears, I can feel the adrenalin being released as I prepare for the conflict that is sure to get him off my back once and for all.

His brows turn up and he frowns, looking hurt and shocked. This qualms my excitement and derails me from starting the brawl I so desperately wished for. For a moment I almost feel bad for him, but his sad puppy eyes won't break me today.

"I thought ever since that chemistry lab…" His voice is pained and his face starts to fill with blood- though he shows no sign of anger… just of sadness.

I am confused by his reaction and instinctually react by opening my mouth for more words that could potentially set him off. "Don't act so surprised, asshole. Just because we were lab partners once in Chem. doesn't mean you can try and act all buddy-buddy with me. Let's get something straight… I hate the ground you walk on and the air you breathe. I hate your stupid, ignorant jock ways and your self-centeredness. Now, stay away from me, you pompous ass!" I don't regret it, but something deep inside me- a voice and presence separate from my own, which I've always been able to feel and hear- tells me I will very soon.

Seeking solace, I leave before he can say anything that can possibly make me apologize, and I don't look back.

My feet are ungraceful as I trudge past rowdy teenaged beach-goers, stumbling through the sand more times than I'll ever care to admit. There is an ache in my brain at my contradicting beliefs, actions, and thoughts. All the while I feel, rather than hear, my inner voice's chastisement.

'Shit... I've done it this time. I've just started a social war… a war between the youth of today currently attending LaPush High School. Fuck! He looked pretty sad about it too... Dumbass! I better go look for-'

"Hey, Paul!" The whiney quality to the female voice, which interrupted my thoughts, is one that is all too familiar. I don't even bother turning around. I am not in the mood for this bitch's bull shit, so I just ignore her and keep on walking towards the cliffs, which are so often littered with members of Sam's cult, in hopes of finding it purged of any other human's presence.

The cliffs come into view and I notice that today I am blessed with their absence. I make my way to the vacant spot and look out at the beach, trying to find the Neanderthal that I insulted. Not finding him I resolved to apologize the next day I feel like going to school. Before I can leave the cliffs I catch sight of the water peeking out at me over the crusted rock. I stand there for a minute- on the edge- enjoying the ocean breeze brushing my long dark locks away from my face with its untainted freshness which is carried on wind from hundreds of miles away.

I sit slowly, then lean back on my hands while dangling my legs over the edge. I look out at the distant water. My mp3 player left back in my car- I just sit and listen to the waves licking at the shore, to the sea gulls and the occasional pelican squawking. I lose track of time sitting on the cliffs, watching the waves.

I stand, my joints popping and creaking in protest due to- what had to be- hours of sitting. I stretch and breathe a deep sigh before stuffing my hands in my pockets and trudging back to my car listlessly. My cheeks still burned red from the confrontation and the adrenalin it produced. I find myself beginning to regret some of the things I said to the poor jock.

Howling brought me from digging deeper into the feeling. Alarmed by the animal noises coming from not too far away and remembering reading about reported sightings of large wolves in the area, I picked up my pace, almost running down the side of the twisted cliff road.

A flash of black, grey, and brown in my peripheral vision accompanied by the sound of animal snarls and something large crashing through brush was all it took for me to book it down the road. My thoughts reduced down to nothing except 'faster, faster, it's gaining on you, faster!' By this time I'm in total survival mode- not stopping for anything- not even the faint whimper in the back of my mind. I don't slow my pace even when I see my car in sight. If anything the sight of my beloved 1971 impala inspires me to draw enough energy to push my legs even faster. And when I reach said car I quickly open the windowless door and almost literally jump in and peel out of the parking lot, driving more than twice the speed limit. All the while hearing a quiet lonesome howl over the rush of wind whipping past me.

[A.N:] Don't forget to click that little button down bellow that says "REVIEW"... if you don't you may just find your cheerios a little bit... shall we say... feistier... than you last remembered. x3 C'mon... you know you want to tell me how much you either love or hate it. :3

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