Disclaimer: I don't own anything, its all Stephanie Meyer's. Trust me, if it was mine, Bella would either be a better character or not exist at all except to dump all my angst and problems on, or in other words, be used only for bashing, because Bella-bashing is fun and I don't like her character one little bit.

Author's Note: I've decided to make what was supposed to be a one-shot, into a few more chapters because I feel like it and some people might actually enjoy it, but who knows. I'm only doing this because some people actually wanted more (crazy I know but what can ya do?), so here ya go people! If you like Bella, this might not be for you. Enjoy my pretties!

I'm not usually a morning person. In fact, I'm the exact opposite 99.99% of the time. I don't like the way my eyelids stick together or how disorientated I am. Its even worse when I've got a pounding headache usually associated with drinking too much the prior night and my nasal passages are clogged making it hard to breathe. However, none of these things could get me down this morning because I remembered what had happened last night the moment I regained my conscious mind. Despite my hangover and sickness, I smiled and cracked my eyes open in hopes of finding a certain someone in the immediate vicinity.

I was a little disappointed to find that Jake was not laying next to me but I heard his voice coming from downstairs, so I jumped up, only to loose my balance and sway slightly.

"Woah....ouch." My head still hurt so I decided to go a little slower despite my excitement. I left the room, grabbing our dirty clothes on the way out, and headed down the stairs slowly.

It wasn't until I hit the landing that I realized that there was another voice that didn't belong to neither Sam nor Emily, or any of my pack brothers, talking as well. I reached the doorway to the kitchen only to see Jake chatting happily with Isabella Swan, AKA Spawn of Satan, Bane Of My Existence, Man-Stealing, Leech-Loving, Skank.

I was hoping that after Jake had imprinted on me that he would stop throwing himself at her but apparently I had been wrong. Was I not enough for him? Did he even love me at all or was he just saying that last night? I was so confused. My head was pounding twice as hard now and I could feel a sneeze coming on. I had the overwhelming urge to beat something up but I knew, no matter how much I hated Bella, it was my job to protect the pathetic girl, not attack her. So I ran.

I phased as soon as I exited the house, sending shreds of clothes everywhere like confetti. I distinctly heard shouting coming from the house but I ignored it and ran. I didn't get far before I started sneezing uncontrollably, which must have looked strange considering I was a giant wolf. I heard footsteps behind me and smelled Jake's foresty scent.

"Paul, phase back. I have some clothes. Then we can talk about this." I huffed and took the clothes in my mouth before heading over to the bushes to change. I came back wearing a black sweat shirt and sweat pants. I didn't get too close to Jake because I was still kind of mad at him.

"Now, whats wrong?" I snorted.

"As if you don't know." Jake looked confused for a moment before sighing in frustration.

"Paul, why do you dislike Bella so much? I understand why you didn't like her before but the circumstances are completely different now. I imprinted on you, it would be stupid to go against it, even if I wanted to, and I don't! Don't you know that?" I felt my resolve weakening as I looked into his pleading chocolate eyes.

"Did you tell her you imprinted?" Jake looked away sheepishly and I felt the anger boil within me.

"No...not exactly."

"Not exactly? What the hell does that mean!? Were you even planning on telling her or were you just going to treat her as you normally do and let her walk all over you?!" Jake was starting to get a little riled up as well.

"Just because I no longer want her in that way doesn't mean I don't want her as my friend!"

"Then why don't you tell her about your imprint?!" Jake lunged forward so he was standing a few inches away from me but I didn't wince or flinch, no matter how scary he looked.

"I'm not going to tell her because she won't ever talk to me again! She isn't exactly comfortable with the alternative lifestyle, if you know what I mean. I don't want her to hate me!" He whispered angrily.

"So, what? I have to go back to the way it was before just because of her?! Your choosing her over me, your soul mate? Don't you know that she could never care about you like I do? I don't know about you, but I meant it when I said I loved you!" I sighed in frustration, frustration at Jake because he was being an ass and frustration because I could really be mad at him. He was my imprint and I couldn't hate him, no matter how much I wanted to. "You know what? Fine. If thats how you want it, so be it. Just don't come running to me when things with Bella don't work out!" I walked away, toward my house.

I was planning on popping in my favorite movie, Balto, and munching on the gallon of ice cream mom bought last week. Who knows, mom might even be home and she can join me or something. I know it sounds really girly, but I was too upset to worry about my masculinity right now. I heard Jake shouting at me but I was too angry to care. He could bite me for all I cared right now. I arrived home a little while later, a little disappointed that my mom wasn't home, and started in on the pity party, guest of honor: me.

Jake's POV

I walked back to Sam's feeling like an ass. I didn't know why I had said all of those things to him. I had woken up this morning feeling like a million bucks. I had looked over at the sleeping body next to me and felt unbelievably happy. It was indescribable and I felt whole for the first time in my life, like I was missing something I didn't know I had been missing before. And now I had gone a blown it.

"Jake? Whats wrong?" I looked up at Sam, who was waiting on the porch, presumably for me and possibly Paul.

"I screwed up." Sam furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

"What happened?"

"I'm such a fool. I went and did something I shouldn't have." Sam concerned look morphed into one of horror, probably thinking the worse of the situation and remembering his own screw up.

"Please tell me you didn't..."

"No! Nothing like that! I just said some things, some really stupid stuff. He probably won't ever talk to me again. I'm such an idiot! I can't believe I even thought about choosing Bella over Paul, let alone do it. I'll be lucky if he even looks at me again!" Sam sighed, feeling my frustration.

"Jake, you are an idiot, but Paul loves you. Nothing against Bella because she is a nice girl and all, but she won't ever, not in a million years, love you the way Paul does. Don't make someone a priority when your only an option to them." I chuckled at his words.

"Sam, you just quoted a Facebook bumper sticker didn't you?" Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled as well.

"Yes, but it was the only way I could get my point across. I just can't understand why you would have to choose. Can't you still be friends with Bella and be with Paul?" I sighed in frustration.

"Bella is uncomfortable around...well, you know."

"Jake, this isn't about gay or straight. If Paul was a girl, you still would have imprinted on him. It has nothing to do with stuff like that. Paul is your soul mate."

"Try telling that to her."

"I think you should just tell her. If she is truly your friend, she would understand and support you no matter who you love."

"Your right. Is she still here?" Sam nodded and gestured to the inside of the house. I took a deep breath and entered the house to see Bella sipping water in the kitchen, talking to Emily.

"Oh, welcome back Jake! What was that all about?" Bella asked with a small smile adorning her features. A tiny wave of anger washed through me. Anger at myself for being a monumental dumb-ass.

'How could I choose her over Paul? I'm such an idiot.'

I could understand why I might have thought her attractive before but now that I look at her, I couldn't help but compare her to Paul and realize that she was nothing special. Her skin was the same shade of pale as the rest of the inhabitants of Forks, her hair was a dull brown with half-hearted curls making it wavy and completely normal looking, her eyes were the same dull brown making her all-over average looking at best. I couldn't help but wonder what I had been thinking.

"Um, Jake? Why are you staring at me like that?" She had a slight blush on her cheeks that would have made her look attractive in many people's eyes but in my eyes it was nothing compared to Paul's. In every way she fell short. She might have thought I was staring in adoration, as I was likely to do before, but now it was in slight annoyance, mostly at myself for ever putting her before my soul mate, the most beautiful person in the world.

"Bella, I have something very important to tell you." She set her glass down and turned to give me her full attention. I nodded at Emily, who nodded back before leaving the kitchen to join Sam outside. I sighed and took a seat across from Bella.

"Is it about Paul? Did he do or say something again?" I rubbed my neck in nervousness.

"Uhm...yeah, sort of.."

"Why is he such a jerk all of the time?" I clenched my fist in irritation.

'I want to rip her head off....'

"Jake? Whats wrong?" I let out a sigh and tried to get rid of my homicidal thoughts.

"Its nothing. I...I-I've just....Well, I...I imprinted last night..." She got a look of supposed understanding on her face. She probably thought I imprinted on her or something.

"Jake...I, I don't know what to say....I...your a great guy really, but-"

"I haven't finished yet. I never said I imprinted on you." She got a confused look on her face.

"I don't understand...if you didn't imprint on me...then who?" She sounded a bit incredulous, like there couldn't possibly be someone else out there that I could imprint on. I felt a wave of anger go through me.

"You do know you aren't the only person in my life, right? I don't revolve around you, well, not anymore anyway." I inwardly smirked at her hurt look.

"W-well, I know that....why are being like this? Did Paul-"

"Don't talk about Paul. You aren't worthy to even say his name and after what I just did, neither am I."

"What are you talking about? Just last night you were saying he was a jerk and everything and now its like you love him or something!" I narrowed my eyes at her and a look of comprehension dawned on her face, before disgust took its place. "You imprinted on Paul! After everything he has done!? If you remember correctly, he tried to kill me!"

"I know his reasons behind everything and I completely understand! I know, because its how I used to feel toward your leech. Things change though and sometimes its for the better."

"But, its Paul! How could you imprint on a guy! He is a jerk!" I barely contained myself from phasing right then and there.

"You have no right to say anything about him! And if he was a girl, I still would have imprinted on him, its how it works! So if you can't accept that then you can walk out of here right now and I won't care! I won't make the same mistake of choosing you over him ever again! He is everything I will ever need and thats more than I can say about you!" Bella sputtered indignantly for a moment before getting up and walking out the room and the house. I was pleased that I didn't feel anything as she left.

Sam and Emily came back in a few moments later.

"So?" Sam asked as he sat down at the table across from me.

"Well, she probably won't be coming back for a while, if at all." Sam nodded, neither happy nor sad about the news, just indifferent. Emily shared a similar look as she set some left over food on the table.

"Now what are you going to do to get Paul to talk to you again? I recommend begging for forgiveness." Emily said, sitting down next to Sam.

"I don't think that would be the right way to go about it." Sam said before I could say anything.

"I don't know, Paul comes off as that kind of guy. You might want to use it as a plan B if plan A tanks." Emily supplied. I rolled my eyes, but she did kind of have a point.

"Maybe I can just try to talk to him about it and apologize and stuff. Tell him he was right and everything. He'd probably like that."

"He might like that. I know I like that." Emily said smirking at Sam, who rolled his eyes.

"Its true, she does. I bet Paul would like that, too. He is kind of like a woman in some ways." Sam said.

"I'm gonna tell him you said that...well, as soon as he starts talking to me again." I sighed unhappily. I was already starting to feel empty inside. I needed to gain his forgiveness and soon. "Okay, so either I appease him or I beg. Isn't there something less demeaning I can do?"

"Good lord, Jake! This is no time to worry about your manly pride! I'm sure you've started to feel like something is missing! If you don't hurry up with this apology thing, its gonna get a lot worse! So, you need to start getting desperate! Plus, the longer you let Paul stew the less reparable its gonna be! If you wait too long he might never forgive you and that would royally suck!" Sam scolded me. I would have found it comical if it wasn't me he was talking about.

"Alright! I'll go over there and apologize and beg my ass off! If that doesn't work, I'll just wing it. No matter what, I will get him to forgive me!" I stood up and stormed out of their house like a man on a mission, which I most definitely was in every sense that I could think of.

Mission: Gain forgiveness from Paul, using any means necessary, no matter how humiliating it might and probably will be.

In my mind, Paul was worth it.

Well, guys thats it for this chapter. I was planning on making this a long last chapter and leave it as a two-shot but I decided against that because thats a lame idea and I would rather everyone stew for a while waiting for the next chapter because I'm sadistic like that. Anyhow, I'm sorry if you like Bella but I really don't like her character. Some might agree that she is a wimp and the worse heroine, not the drug the other one, I have ever had the misfortune of reading about. I could go on about this all day but I don't want to bore you with a lame tirade so I shall cut it off right here.

Anyway, let me know how you like it and everything. Hopefully I didn't let anyone down with a lame chapter because that would be...well, lame. So, yeah, reviews are great and flames will be used to burn houses down because I'm a bit of a pyro and there are a lot of crappy houses in my neighborhood. So be good little pretties and review...Peace!