When I was younger, I had this friend. She liked to believe that she was this bad ass, no fear, i'l punch anyone who looks at me wrong with both my hands tied behind my back (she actually said this once to a cheerleader) biker chick. In truth she was a white jewish girl from forks who couldn't pull a leather jacket off and who had never rode a bike in her life.
Well she once told me that when people fuck with me that I should fuck them all right back. At the time she was a 14 year old virgin so i'm pretty sure she didn't mean it literally but that is exactly what I did. I fucked my way through senior year, ignoring the names and the comments that followed me around like a bad shadow. Hell, I even dressed for the part and when I was questioned about my actions I looked them in the eye and said why the fuck not.
So you see my dilemma when the guy that had supposedly imprinted on me, looked me in the eye and called me a fucking slut. Yeah I couldn't really defend myself. So I didn't, I let him call me a fucking slut and I didn't bat an eye lash when he asked his alpha how the gods had chosen Forks resident whore to be his soul mate. And when he finally turned to me and gave me a look that was filled with disgust I did what I do best.
I fucked him right back... well not figuratively but the way my Forks friend actually intended me to. I told him I had learnt from the best, his mother, because if I was Forks' whore than surely she was La Push's. Then I told that I may be a slut but I was a slut with standards and this was one imprint who would never spread her legs for her wolf. Insert dramatic exit with a parting childish line about going to see his dad about getting laid. I'm pretty sure this wasn't what the elders and pack had expected when they invited me to a bonfire and proceded to let me in on their most guarded secret. Oh well, Ava Scott defying expectations since 1992.
When Paul Lahote had asked me out, I had kinda thought he would take me out to a cheap dinner, use a few cheesy lines and try to get to home base in the backseat of his car. But this was gonna be so much better. Not fucking Paul Lahote my "Soul Mate"...well their was a first time for everything.
Trust me, first times were sorta my specialty.