Bella,
I'm so sorry for what happened last night. I wasn't myself (literally) and I am sure Paul will apologize if you just give him a chance.
Quil.

The words were a blur to me. I couldn't believe how humiliated I was by all this. Kissing Paul of all people, thinking it was Quil!

"I've got to straighten something out, dad, I'll be back in a few," I said, still focused on the crumbled piece of paper that had been in the mail slot that morning. I grabbed my jacket and headed out to my truck.

Why couldn't Quil just come to me and say what he wanted to say, though? Charlie wouldn't mind him coming over like he'd minded Edward, and he most definitely would welcome him and even forgive Paul. I sighed. Paul had always been impossible to deal with, but he'd really crossed the only line I'd set for him when we made our agreement after I left Edward.

My truck hummed under me, and it was actually quite relaxing as I entered Paul's driveway and felt anger pushing. How dare he get me drunk and kiss me? How dare he pretend like nothing had happened and just laughed as he walked past my house?

I slammed the door to the truck shut and stomped my way to his door. I knocked four times, each time harder than the other – each time more aggravating than the other. I couldn't stand Paul anymore! This was so enraging!

After two minutes, Paul finally had the decency to open the door. But there was always a catch, wasn't there?
There he was, a towel wrapped around his waist. The only thing keeping the towel up was his fist, obviously a fist because of anger, not security.

"Bella!" His face lighted up and his wet torso followed his muscular arms as he leaned against the wall. "Please come in." His hand rose as he said it, and he welcomed me warmly into his small home.

"What happened last night?" I screamed at Paul. I might even have spit him in the face as I did so, but I didn't care. "Did anything that could make Quil, I don't know, run off, happen between us? He put a damn note in my mail!" For each word I shoved in Paul's face, his grin got bigger. He was undoubtedly amused by my anger and hate.

"We kissed, that's all," he finally said, seeming to come out of some sort of trance of delight and mockery. "But I think that was one heck of a kiss, Bells." He slipped back into his trance and stared obliviously at the ceiling. He sighed with pleasure and gave out a little giggle.

"Just one kiss, right?" I said a bit curious of why he would stop at one if he'd bothered to get me drunk. Paul's eyes glued on mine for the first time I could remember, and he came closer.

"Yes..." he said, coming closer for each breath I could count. He sat down next to me and carefully let go of his towel, making sure it was still tightly wrapped around him. He proceeded to put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

"I'm sorry, it was just so tempting. I mean, the booze was right there, and ever since you blew off Jake and even that..." I sensed a nickname of Edward closing up, so I humphed in hope that he would drop it. And so he did.
"Edward," he said quickly. "For Quil, he's been spending so much time with you, and barely any with us. There are leeches practically everywhere, and Quil's such a great seeker! Now he's all hooked on you, and I just wanted you guys to give it a rest for a while so we could make sure this town doesn't get infested and everyone stays safe." Paul sounded desperate. Even more so as he started sobbing.

"I'm sorry... I... I really didn't..." I laid my arms around him and ignored how weird it would look when my sweater was soaked. "I really didn't know you felt this way. You could have just told us."

"I talked to Quil about it, but he swears he won't spend any less time with you! He's become this lapdog, following you around everywhere, buying you gifts and giving you little kisses..." Paul sighed heavily, rubbing just a little more water on me. I let go of him, and he protested and pulled me back in with his brute strength.

"I really need someone to listen right now, Bella."