Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Stephenie Meyer is the creator, I'm merely tapping into her characters.

A/N: I know, it's my second Paul/OC fic and I haven't even finished the other one. But somehow this had to get on paper. So I just had to post it. It's a fairly random chapter, It doesn't really have something happening, just explaining a not so comprimising situation between Paul and my Oc named Faye.

I hope you'll enjoy it and leave me a review. I would love to hear from you guys.

P.S This fic is rated for language and possibly lemons. Just so you know, if you're strongly offended by those then I suggest you don't read it :) Chapter title inspired by Lily Allen's brilliant song. Just guess it's name :P

P.S Thank you Laurazuleta18 for pointing out the mistake, I fixed it :)

Fuck You

"I don't like you." That's the first thing he said to me. That he didn't like me. How could he not like me? He didn't even know me. I seriously don't understand why I even bothered to react but since he was starting to annoy me even though he's only been standing in my view for less than a minute.

"Do I know you?" I replied haughtily and sniffed with disdain as I raised my eyebrows staring at the six feet five Quileute.

He was hot. In a rough way. His hair wasn't short nor was it too long, perfect length actually. I could grab a fistful of hair, if you catch my drift. He seemed fairly muscular but I suppose that came with the height package. I groaned, why was I paying attention to him again? I sniffed and pulled my eyes away from his mesmerizing eyes. They were brown. Average, nothing special, right? Every Quileute had brown eyes.

I was partly Quileute. My dad, Joshua Uley was Quileute and my mother, Epiphany Carstens, is Caucasian. So I was a mix of something. I looked more Native American though. Although my skin was lighter and my eyes were hazel green I still had the Quileute features. High cheekbones, small sharp nose and almond shaped eyes.

I didn't live in La Push, where I currently was, my half-brother Sam Uley was getting married to the love of his life, if I may quote him, Emily Young. I've been coming here for the past few years now. Ever since I found out I had a sibling I had put my foot down and forced my mother to visit him every once and a while. Sam happily obliged, apparently he didn't mind the idea of an irking little sister and he welcomed me with arms open. I jumped in those in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck." Someone exclaimed and I was pulled out of my reverie. I glanced upwards and realized that the stranger was still standing in front of me. His eyes were focused on me and somehow that irked me to death.

"I thought you didn't like me?" I said sourly. He shrugged putting his hands in his black pants. He looked pretty darn good in a suit and I cleared my throat forcing my eyes somewhere else.

"I don't." He replied. His voice was rough and deep. Like and itch that needed to be scratched. It was irking me. But what wasn't bothering me these days?

"Then stop staring at me. Geez, idiot!" I murmured that last part and hot stranger raised one of his eyebrows at me. I exhaled loudly and sat down on the chairs behind us. Waiting patiently for someone familiar to seek me out since I was far too lazy.

"Don't flatter yourself, I was merely observing." Paul responded snappily. I guffawed. Did he just say that?

"That's so rude!" I exclaimed. "Why would you say such a thing?" I asked indignantly. I'll be honest, he was being rude and I was fairly insulted.

"What? You asked for it." He responded coolly and he sat down on the chair next to me. His long limbs sprawled in front of him. The grass beneath his shoes contrasting violently with his black clothes.

"No I did not!" My voice was high and squeaky but what else would you expect from a nineteen year old? "You're the one attacking me?" He snorted.

"Yeah, whatever you say." I gasped and stood up, albeit a bit shaky on my heels, glaring at him all the way.

"You never told me your name." He asked causally. This wasn't bothering him at all. Was this the new flirting? Insulting someone and then wounding them up, I sincerely hoped not.

"You never asked." I retorted.

"I'm Paul Matthias." He held out his hand but I huffed raising my eyebrows. He retracted his hand slowly sending me a small smirk. "You're supposed to introduce yourself now, manners remember?"

Was he really telling me I was ill mannered? From the smirk on the face you could say he was. I hissed. "I do remember. But you're simply not worthy of knowing my name."

"And that's based on?" He trailed off slowly his hand slightly in the air.

"Observations you moron." Gosh, I wish I could say fuck you. But I suppose that would be rude and he would end up being right, I was really avoiding that.

"Ah, of course." Silence engulfed us and I found myself tapping my foot. He was so darn calm. It annoyed me. He was just sitting there, his arm casually slung around the back of the chair I was previously occupying. He looked fine.

Damn.

"It's Faye. Faye Carstens." I mumbled sourly.

"Really? Faye huh?" What was it now? Was it my name? "Interesting name you've got there." It was.

"You're telling me."

"At least it's original." He offered and I glared at him.

"As a matter of fact I like my name. At least it's not a common name like… Paul." I blurted out. I felt smart, not at all actually but I felt in control. Same thing, right?

"There's nothing wrong with common names love." He responded and the nonchalance in his whole air gave me shudders. Who was he? I didn't know him, hell I've never seen him before and I've been coming to La Push for four years now.

"Don't call me love." I replied hotly.

"Suit yourself."

"God you're irritating."

"You're the one who can't shut up!"

"Because you're provoking me."

"I'm not doing anything?!"

"You are. Look you're doing it again!"

"What? That's ticking you off?"

"No, it's your face."

"No need to get rude!"

"Me! Being rude? Boy, let me tell you this. You're the one who started this. Don't you blame me for this?"

"Fine, it's my fault. Will you shut up now?"

"Make me."

"Do you really want me to?"

"Oh bite me!"

"Gladly!"

And so we occupied ourselves with biting each others head off for the upcoming hour. We didn't stop either. Another come back here, another witty response there. It was tiring at some point but for some reason I actually 'enjoyed' it. That would most definitely become an issue. I decided to put an end to this 'conversation'.

"You know what, go to hell!" I exclaimed. I raised my finger and pushed it in his chest. I felt the ripple of his muscles. I tried not to falter. "I don't know you! And let's keep it that way."

"Like you'd be able to stay away." He responded arrogantly. I was astounded by his ego. It was the size of freaking Brazil and I know he was fine and all. But that didn't mean he had to be so arrogant about it.

"Fuck you!" I hissed spinning on my heel, ending the conversation there and then.

A/N: *hides* How was it? Let me know ;)