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Karma

There is a God

(PPOV)

Some of the members of the pack decided to go cliff diving today since it was a rare sunny warm day in La Push. So Sam, Jared, Jake, Seth, and me where headed down to the cliffs for a much need adrenalin rush. We decided just to just walk there in our human from instead of going all wolf and what not. Surprisingly enough there was barely any people on First Beach. I snorted at this, stupid fuckers pass up a great day like this.

What a bunch of dumb shits!

Then again there have been a lot of animal attacks in the area, which was enough to scare people away even on nice days like this. I scuffed at the thought. Animal attacks my ass it's those god damn fucking leeches, that's what it is!

As we were walking down the beach just in joining some R an R, we came across a hot blonde in a sinfully small bikini sun bathing. She was obviously eye fucking all of us; the scent of her arousal hit us all hard. Got to love being a werewolf! The muscles and the heighten scenes, makes it so much easier to know when women want us. It just keeps busting my ego. I'm a hot fucker! You can't deny that shit.

But if I wanted a quick fuck then I would probably talk to her, flirt with her and then fuck her pretty little brains out. I wanted an adrenalin rush right now and not a release. I completely brushed her off like she was nothing, just like I do to all women.

Hell, most women call me a bastard, jerk, ass, player, womanizer, dick, and douche bag when I toss them aside, but when I'm fucking them they call me a sex god. Hell everyone in Forks and La push knows my name and my reputation with woman.

I am Paul Meraz!

God's great gift to women!

"Gee Paul, I surprised you didn't try and jump her." Jacob commented. Gee? Who the fuck says gee anymore, are we in the 1920's or some shit like that?

"If I wanted to get laid there are plenty of girls willing to spread their legs for me at the drop of a hat." I elaborated for the wanna be Alpha.

"Paul, I wish you would stop treating women the way you do." Sam preached to me with a sigh escaping his lip representing his disapproval for my view on woman.

He keeps telling me that I have to change my ways because when I imprint it will be harder for her to trust me and blah blah blah-de-fucking-dah.

HA! What a load of bullshit! Is all I can say to that, I have just about fucked every girl in La Push and some from Forks as well and if I was going to imprint I would've done it by now.

I was about to make a smart ass remark about what my Alpha had just said was complete and total crap. When we approached what sounded like someone crying. We all shot our gaze to where the sound that was and it was directly in front of use to see…a couple, I think.

"I…I-I just d-don't understand wh-why would P-Paul do that to m…m-me?" Wait! I know that whiny little voice its Samantha's.

Great! The bitch is crying and she's in our way to the cliffs. Fan-fucking-tasic!

The closer we got to the pair; I was easily able to tell that the girl crying was in fact Samantha. I don't feel like dealing with that moody bitch today. The guy however I had no idea who he was all I could tell was that he had peachy cream color skin tone, brown spiked hair and he was buff. Almost as buff as us and that's surprising to say the least. A guy like that would be easy to spot and even easier to remember.

I just don't understand how that guy can even stand her bitching and moaning about her feelings like that, a low irritated growl rumbled in my chest. The guys gave me questioning looks but I just brushed them aside. Samantha let out a loud wail and buried her head into the poor guy's shoulder. I wanted so badly to rip her from his arms and tell her off so she can go fucking cry on someone else's shoulder and leave the poor guy alone. I was about to go over there and help the poor bastard only to be stop by Jared's questioning.

"Paul what did you do to her?"

"She walked in on me fucking her cousin Lily in her family's living room, while we were dating." I answered nonchalantly.

It wasn't really that big of a deal, well to me at least. To my pack members, they just held shocked faces and I'm guessing Samantha saw it as some kind of betrayal. Whatever bitch! She wasn't even that good in bed anyway.

"Paul?" I heard Samantha's voice call my name, well look who finally opened her eyes and looked in front of her. Fucking bitch!

"Paul!" Samantha screamed out in her annoying whiny voice so I looked up and the sight amused me to no end. A very pissed off Samantha was marching her way over to us.

"Why Paul? Why would you do that to me?" She questioned with fury filled eyes.

"I wanted to actually fuck someone and not a damn pillow!" I tell with a smug look on my face.

I watched as Samantha's face turned into one of pure shock and horror and I just chuckled darkly at her. After hearing my chuckling her face twisted into blind fury.

"Paul! You son of a bitch!" Samantha screeched out as she raised her hand to slap me.

Before her hand could even make contact with my face it was stopped mid swing by a peachy cream hand. The guys, Samantha and I all turned to see the owner of the hand that stop a woman's wraith. It was the mystery guy that Samantha was crying on not just a few minutes ago.

I had to admit the guy was handsome messy brown hair that was spiked up, a young strong masculine face and he was I think just an inches or so taller than me 6'6, maybe? His sect was amazing lavender and chocolate. The only thing that irritated me, were his eyes. I couldn't see them because he was wearing sun glasses. Who the fuck wears sun glasses in rainy Forks, Washington? My question was answered when I realized that it was the only day the fucking sun came out.

Samantha turned her hatred onto him and with her free hand it started to move. Suddenly a loud clap type of sound rang in my ears as I saw the mystery guy's head turned to the side, glasses fell clean off his face and a red hand print gracing his cheek.

The psychotic bitch had a smug look on her face about what she had just done. Shit I was shaking so bad, damn bitch slaps the guy that had willingly listened to her annoying ass wailing and who protected her from doing something stupid like piss of a werewolf. Dumb ungrateful emotional bitch! I was mentally ranting on about as my heated glare stayed on Samantha as she stormed off and away from us. Thank god!

I heard the mystery man let out a sigh, so I quickly turned to look at him as he was rubbing his check with his eyes closed and I almost intently calmed down. Poor bastard, he didn't deserve that.

"Ah, Samantha and her blind rage she really needs to get better control of her temper." Jake jokingly commented as the mystery man just nodded in reply as I picked up his sun glasses.

"You should be more careful around psychotic woman or you could get seriously hurt." I added my insult to Samantha to get my point across that bitch was crazy as I handed him his glasses.

The guy offered me a small polite smile as I gazed into his eerie icy blue eyes that almost seemed like there was a faint glow to them. Truth be told they were beautiful, that kind of haunting beauty that burns itself into your mind so you will always be haunted by it for the rest of your life. I could just get lost in those eyes all day and as I gazed into his eyes it felt like everything that was holding me down to this world was gone only he was my rock, my reason for living. Then it hit me hard I had just imprinted on a guy.

ON A FUCKING GUY!

"Fucker! I not a fucking queer!" I roared out causing everyone to look at me, and then my imprint just stared at me with pure confusion on his face. That was it I couldn't take it anymore a string of cusses left my lips in harsh deadly whispers as I raced for the tree line, once there I phased and was soon followed by my pack brothers as I ran to Emily's'. With each step I took the pain in my heart only grow.

What the fuck?

"Paul, what the hell was that?" Jake asked.

"Yeah Paul what's up with you?" Seth also added.

"Go Fuck yourselves all of you!" I roared as my anger over what had just happened replayed in my head, only that was a big fucking mistake. All of them were shocked into silence as we approached Emily's about the fact that I had imprinted on a guy.

"Holy shit!" Jared voicing his disbelief at what had just happened to me, I still don't understand how the fuck he could be my imprint.

He was a fucking guy!

Fuck him! Then just as I thought that there was this pain in my chest and a pull as well, GOD DAMMIT!

"Sam, how is it even possible that I printed on a guy?" I asked hoping this was all a sick fucked up joke.

"I don't know Paul but I told you that you would imprint." Sam stated in an amused tone as he gave a wolfish chuckle at my misery.

I quickly phased back and throw on my cut offs and stormed in to Emily's house, grabbing a muffin and leaning on the door frame trying to get my shaking under control as the rest of my pack brothers filed in, each of them grabbing a muffin or two before going to their own little area.

Seth went to sit with Leah and Embry at the table, Jared went to sit by Kim on the floor as she and Quil played with Little Claire and Sam and Jacob went into the kitchen where Emily and the Leech Lover were finishing up lunch. I saw Sam kiss Emily's scars three times before kissing her on her lips; I wish I could do that with my imprint. As soon as that thought entered my mind I released a low menacing growl at the idea. Then there was more pain.

"What's wrong with Paul?" Quil asked as he raised a questioning eye brow at me and in return I shot me a deadly glare causing Little Claire to run off and hide behind Bella's legs.

"He imprinted." Sam informed everyone.

"That's great news Paul!" Emily said excitedly from Sam's embrace at the chance to have another wolf girl to hang with, sorry sweetheart but you're in for an unpleasant surprise.

"Yeah Paul that's great news, so who's the lucky girl that gets to finally tame the great Paul Meraz?" Bella questionably teased me as she picked up Claire and rested back in Jacob's arms as Jake, Sam, Seth and Jared all went rigged at her question.

"What?" Kim asked as she observed their reactions.

"Paul imprinted on a guy down at First Beach." Jacob clarified for the rest of them and then everyone went silent for about all of two seconds when the room was filled with psychotic cackling laughter.

"What the fuck is so funny about this Leah?" I hissed out as I was shaking so badly because of her reaction to all this.

"Oh just enjoying the fact that there is a God in this world." She replied in between her fits of laughter, now I was really getting pissed off.

"What the fuck does that mean Leah!" I shouted out at her still staying in the door way in case I need to get out quick before I phased and hurt someone.

"It means O' Great womanizing man-whore of La push and Forks, who believes he is god's gift to women, that there is in fact a god out there, who is indeed a female and is pissed off at you and clearly wants to put you and your ego in their place." She giggled out with a satisfying smirk on her face to drive her point home and the worst part is that she was right in a way.

Fate dealt me what I deserved after all, but did it really have to be a guy. I mean couldn't have been some ugly chick at least that way it would have still been a girl to fuck. I took a few deep claiming breath and my anger and shaking subside a little bit anyway.

"Well did you at least try and talk to him?" Embry questioned.

"Fuck no!" I answered through clenched teeth.

"Paul langue, can you describe him then?" I glared at Bella after the moody bitch was finished talking.

"Yeah Paul, maybe one of us may know him."Emily said in a cheerful voice trying to be helpful, and I let out a sign 'why the hell not!' I thought to myself.

"All I know of him is that he's tall, really buff, he has short messy brown hair and he has these eyes that are just so beautifully haunting you just can't forget them." I said excitedly with a huge smile gracing my face as I was remembering my imprint, I scowled this is all that nameless fuckers fault I should not be happy about imprinting on a fucking guy or in fact thinking about a guy and there's the pain for thinking like that with the unholy pull right behind it. Fucking imprinting! Fuck it all to hell!

Then my inner wolf started to growl at me for disrespecting my mate like that. I'm so fucking screwed!

"What kind of eyes?" The leech lover asked.

"Why the fuck is it important?" I all but yelled out!

"Because I may know who you're talking about dumbass!" She hissed out at me. She fucking hissed at me! Bitch!

My wolf was almost doing jumping jacks at the idea of learning who my imprint is.

"Fine, you little bitch! I'll tell you!" That earned me a growl from Jacob and a comment from Leah.

"Hey! That's my title ass clown!" Leah snickered out.

Ignoring Leah's remark as I was shaking worst then a cell phone set on vibrate and the bad part I was actually hoping that I would be able to see my imprint again. Fuck! I'm screwed!

"He has these eerie icy blue eyes that almost seem to glow and draw you into them." I explained with a dreamy sigh and then I asked hopefully. "Does that help any?"

My wolf and I waiting penitently for the answer that him one step closer to his mate and I on the other hand just wanted to know the best way to avoid him.

"Yes, but…" She said with a pain and worried expression.

"But, What?" I asked, Bella then let out a sigh I couldn't tell what type of sigh it was though.

"His name is John something, I'm not sure what his last name is though, anyway he's a very quiet and nice person who rarely talks to anyone and yesterday was his last day at Forks High. I was told he was moving today." She finished in a rush as Leah was now full blown laughter.

"Paul imprints on a guy who is moving away today! Oh God, this is so rich!" Leah laughs even harder after she states the comment that was on her mind.

My wolf was howling in pain and sorrow as I was pissed off to no end.

I fucking imprint on a guy and then he has the balls to just move away! Fuck him! Why did have to be at first beach? Why the fuck did he have to look at me? Why does he have to do this to me? Fucker! I wanted to be pissed off to the point of phasing, but no because the more I thought about it I became heartbroken by the fact that I may never see him again.

My inner wolf whined and whimpered at that thought of never being with his mate again.

Fucking imprinting emotions!

"Fuck!" I said softly in a defeated tone, because my oh so perfect day just got fucking better due to the simple fact that my mom and me are finally moving out of the house my fucked up father owns.

I mean mom and me had nowhere to go, her parents disowned her when she was pregnant with me and she had no why to provide for us both so we were forced to live with that thing who is known as my dad.

Who thinks it's okay to use my mother as a punching bag to vent his anger when he's drunk, but anyway about year or so ago mom met this guy…Chris Kingston I think his name is and they were seeing each other behind my father's back, I mean come on the guy lives in Forks so it was easy for them to do it.

So this Chris guy was finally able to get a house down here in La Push, so now today around six or so we were going to be heading down to his new place and start living with him and his kid and all we need to do is bring our cloths and crap.

Whoopy! Okay don't get me wrong I met the guy multiple of times and he is an alright guy. I mean I know he made a lot of sacrifices and changes in his life to be with my mom but it's not like I'm having the greatest day here.

I was brought out my mental rambling about how my life is God's personal joke. Well, Ha, Ha! Fucking Ha! It's not fucking funny you bastard! By Sam's voice telling us something about some shit or another.

"Paul, Embry and Jared your all on patrol until 5:00pm to night, Got it?" Sam instructed us. We just gave a nod that we understood him and we were out the house and into the tree line ready to phase in a matter of minutes. The little silver lining that I had was in hopes that my day will improve and it better god damnit!

To be continued…