Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all recognizable characters and situations contained therein. All original content in this fic is property of the author(hi!). As always story is rated M and is only intended for readers aged 18 and over!

A/N: Just want to note again that in this fic Leah, not Emily, is Sam's imprint. Jake is only 8yrs old in this story(hence he's not a wolf), and his mom didn't die.

**Paul POV**

The bell rings signaling the end of homeroom and I watch as Bella bolts out of the class. Tyler waits by the door for me, "You coming man?"

I nod, and get up to follow him to our study hall. It's weird, ordinarily I'd want to stomp this guy, but it's like for the first time in over a year the inner wolf is not raging. I shrug it off, it must be an effect of the imprint.

I follow Tyler into the library, pausing to get the teacher on duty to sign the slip the office gave me, and we take a table towards the back of the room. Tyler smirks at me, "So Lauren, and Jessica man?"

I look at him confused, "Who?"

His jaw drops, and I get it, "Oh, Blondie and the Brunette."

He nods, "Uh, yeah. Jess is the brunette, Lauren is the blonde."

Shrugging I brush it off, "Their names really don't matter to me."

He runs his hand through over his short cropped hair, "That's kind of not cool man. I've known those girls since we were like 5 years old. I saw the way you were staring at Bella, man. Don't try that shit with her."

Laughing I put my feet up on the other chair at the table, "I think that's Bella's decision don't you? I understand that you've known the Skank twins for a long time but trust me man, I didn't force them into anything. What Bella chooses to do with me or not do with me is between me and her. I'm not the one who came in here and started blastin it all over the place that I was with those girls, they're the ones who told you guys about it. Not me."

His face darkens, "Listen man, Bella, she's different. She's not like most of the girls in this dump who just gave it up to the first boy to take them out to Sue's diner and then up to Makeout Point in Daddy's station wagon. She's a good girl trapped in a bad girls body if you get what I'm saying."

Shit. The shock must be on my face because he nods. My inner wolf is up again and this time he's doing a fucking jig inside of my head as he rejoices. Our Imprint is pure, untouched, we will be the only one to ever experience the scent of her, the feel of her as she comes undone around us, the taste of her skin.

That's when it hits me. The Cullen Thing…I can't bring myself to call him a boy, not when he's over a century old. One of our oldest legends told of the vampires coveting of virgin blood, supposedly the purest, most delicious blood of all belonged to young virgin maids. They would drink the blood just before raping the girl and by the time they were finished the girl would be completely drained of all life.

Looking back up at Tyler I scoff, "come on man, she can't be the ONLY virgin in this place!"

He shakes his head, "of course not, but she's the only one left in this grade. Just, if you have to pursue her, do me a solid and respect her okay? She's been one of my best friends for a long time, and her and Angela are the only two girls in this place who are just as beautiful outside as they are in."

I nod, "Dude, chances are after knowing about Slut number 1, and Slut number 2, she won't be interested in being with me."

He laughs, "Yeah, good point, she's always said she wouldn't ever date anyone she knew had been with either of those two. I think that's strike 1, 2, and 3 for you my friend. So tell me, you really get expelled for fighting?"

I nod, "Yeah, I broke the nose of the Captain of the football team. Hey wait. 1, and 2 sure, but what's the third?"

Tyler laughs harder, "Lauren spilled the beans about the threeway."

Of course she did. Shit, what a mess!

**Time skip 5th period Bella POV**

My pulse is racing as I walk down the hall on my way to math. The new guy, Paul, or should I say Mr. Quileute Sex God, had ended up sitting next to me in English and European History which were my second and third period classes. I had made an excuse and gone outside during our fourth period study hall. If I had had to sit so close next to him for another 40 minute class period I was seriously going to explode from want.

I'm halfway to my class when Jess, and Lauren fall into step on either side of me. Jess speaks first, "Hey Bella, how's it going?"

Lauren shoves me down a deserted side hallway behind the auditorium where the only classrooms are wood, auto, and metal shop, and up against the wall, "Yeah, Bella. How's it going?"

Jessica gets up in my face, as Lauren holds me lightly by the throat, "What do you think you're doing Bella?"

I arch an eyebrow at them, "What am I doing? I was on my way to math! What the fuck do you two bitches think you're doing?"

Lauren is practically growling, and I can't even help the laugh that bubbles out of my mouth, I always knew she was a bitch but that shit's ridiculous. Jessica takes over, "We think we're warning you OFF OUR territory!"

Snorting derisively I counter, "Your territory? Is this about nameless Quileute Sex God aka Paul Dixon?"

Lauren lets out a strangled snarl, "OF COURSE THAT'S WHAT IT'S ABOUT, BITCH!"

I laugh full out, "Geeze, the two of you are really something else. He calls you skanks to your faces, tells you to stay the fuck away from him, and you both are just achin to jump right back on his dick? Christ, the two of you deserve the way guys treat you. Listen to me cus I'm only going to say this to you one time; I have NO INTEREST in your fucking leftovers, God only knows what the two of you have! Now. Lauren. Get your filthy fucking hands off of me and let me get to my goddamn class or I swear to you sweetie I will beat the ever loving crap out of you!"

She takes her hands off my neck and backs off. I smirk at her, "Yeah, that's what I thought. Ho."

Hurrying on to my class I bump into Mr. Quileute Sex God himself outside the door and fall on my ass. Ouch! He looks dazed as he looks down into my eyes. The emotions I see in his eyes are confusing the crap out of me. Why is this dude looking at me like he's in love with me? He's had one three minute conversation with me. I really hope I'm not going to have another Cullen problem with him.

On the plus side though; unlike Edward who makes my blood run cold, Paul makes my pulse race, and my face flush. Not to mention the delicate moistening of my delicates. For some reason he inhales, and closes his eyes for a second, before shaking his head as if to clear it, "Shit, Bella! I'm so sorry mama, let me help you up!"

He reaches down and bodily picks me up and sets me back on my feet. He brushes me off and I gasp as his large hot hand grazes lightly down my back and over my bruised ass. Okay Bella, be strong, you gotta nip this shit in the bud right now, "Hey! Hands off the merchandise big guy. I'm not a rental, and I don't think you can afford to buy me outright."

He smirks, "Oh yeah? I guess we'll have to see about that. Something tells me that if you were looking for money you'd be a hell of a lot nicer to the guy you seem to despise the most."

Arching a brow at him I laugh, "I'm not interested in money. When I say I'm a purchase piece I'm telling you that unlike some of my less self respecting classmates I have no interest in jumping into your bed for a hit it and quit it. So if that's what you're lookin for from me I suggest you move on to easier prey."

He waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively, "Why Miss Swan, are you calling me a predator?"

I laugh, "I think I may be doing just that Mr. Dixon."

I walk into the class and take my seat. The seat to my right is Eric Yorkie's, he's not here yet though. Paul gets his form signed by the teacher, comes over and drops down into it, stretching his long muscular legs out to either side of it so that he doesn't look so much like a man in an elementary school sized desk.

Eric walks in and approaches, "Umm, 'scuse me dude, but you're in my seat."

Paul stares him down as he doodles something on the desk, "I don't see your name on it."

Eric huffs, "I don't see yours on it either!"

Paul smirks, "Are you sure about that?"

He moves his hand and I see that he's done his name on the desk surrounded by flames in a graffiti style. It's a pretty intricate piece and I can't even help but be impressed. I laugh, and Eric gives me a defeated look as he moves to take the empty desk at the back of the room.

I gesture to Paul's artwork, "You may want to hide that. You have real talent, man."

He shrugs, "My dad is a tattoo artist, he taught me how to draw back when I was just a shrimp."

Laughter bubbles out of me, as I look him up and down, "Somehow I doubt you were ever a shrimp."

The corner of his mouth twitches and he moves his notebook over his tag.

The class drags, I can smell Paul's cologne, and it's giving me butterflies. Why is he affecting me this way? I'm NEVER affected by guys like this! I mean maybe it's just that he's the hottest guy I've ever SEEN, but it's not just that, it's everything about him. I feel like I HAVE to know him, like he HAS to be a part of my life.

The only question I have to ask myself now is how big a part of my life will I allow him to be.

**Paul POV**

The bell finally rings, and I follow Bella as she bolts out the door. Catching up to her I grab her elbow lightly, "Hey, where's the fire mama?"

That's when I smell it, the rotten meat smothered in cotton candy stench of Edward Cullen. I blink, and he's in front of us, "Let her go, mutt!"

Before I can even formulate a response Bella is going off, "Edward Cullen! Don't you dare call him names! Back the fuck off creeper! If I WANT Paul to stop touching me I'LL be the one to tell him!"

I take the opportunity to wrap my arm around her shoulders and guide her away from him. He lets out a strangled hiss of anger and I look back at him with a smirk, and say too fast, and too low for Bella to hear, "Stay away from her, leech. My Alpha will be very interested to hear about this unnatural obsession of yours. Bella is not for you."

His eyes darken further and I can tell he's on the edge of losing it. I guide Bella in front of me so that I'm completely shielding her and he turns and flees like the pussy that he is. Seriously, that thing is like a fucking vajazzling, fucking sparkly pussy.

We turn the corner and Bella shakes my arm off, "Sorry. It just pisses me off that that fucking ginger creep thinks he has any right to say anything about who touches me."

My heart falls, and the inner wolf whimpers. I shake it off, and give the inner wolf a little pep talk. C'mon man, it's not so bad, she doesn't know us yet, she definitely feels the pull though, listen to her heart race. If we concentrate we can pick out the smell of her arousal, it mixes together with the sweet smell of her perfume into the most delicious scent I've ever encountered.

Underneath the joking and the bravado, I'm worried about her. I'm going to have to take a powder and wolf call Sam before my next class. She needs to be protected.

I set my bag down on the chair next to her to make sure that my scent is close to hers and I groan when I see Slut Number 1 following Slut Number 2 up to the table. Slut Number 1, the blonde, gives me a sweet smile, "Pauly! I'm so glad that you're going to sit with us!"

I run my hand through my hair, and exhale in frustration, "Actually, I have to go make a phone call."

I turn to Bella, "Watch my bag please?"

She nods, "Sure thing."

I make a quick escape and run into the forest on the edge of the schools property. I get about 10 feet in and strip my clothes off leaving them on a tree trunk as I concentrate on my wolf.

My shaking increases and I explode into a mass of silver grey fur. Sam is in my head, 'Paul man, what are you doing? You're supposed to be in classes damn it! Don't make me Alpha Order you back!"

Snorting in frustration I play the whole day back to him, starting with Bella's friend telling the guys about how Cullen showed up in Bella's kitchen today, followed by my imprinting on her, followed by the discussion with Tyler in study hall and the conclusions I drew from it, and ending with the scene between Cullen and her in the hallway.

Sam is speechless, 'IMPRINT! Jesus Christ that just fucking figures. I need you to bring her down here after school Paul. I don't care what you tell her, just get her across the damn treaty line, and we'll figure this out."

Fuck that! I think back at him, 'No fucking WAY Sam! You're not telling her ANYTHING! Not about the Wolf, not about the Imprint, especially not about Cullen! NOTHING!'

Sam is pissed, 'You stupid son of a bitch! Don't you get it? She needs to be aware of the FUCKING DANGER that she is in!'

I growl, 'Her father is the Police Chief Sam. As in the guy who arrested me the last 8 times for public nudity, public lewdness, and trespassing. She really HATES Cullen. He's apparently been stalking her all over school and today he turns up in her house! Look, I can get her to the Res, but you CAN'T tell her anything about the secrets, okay? We need to talk to Billy I think. She knows him, she's little Jacob's regular Friday night babysitter. She called him Uncle Billy. I should be able to get her to hang out with me before she has to go babysit.'

Sam heaves a sigh, 'Fine, but if I feel that she's in mortal danger I'll give you the chance to tell her before I do. What is this really about Paul? Why don't you want to tell her?'

I take a breath and try to relax, 'If we tell her now she'll reject us.'

He gasps, 'How can you be sure?'

I laugh bitterly, 'What the fuck do I have to offer her? Fucked up family, fucked up man, her dad knows all my fucking transgressions. Oh, and to top it all off, she knows about the Skank twins. Apparently she's frienemies with them, and of course Blondie Skank just HAD to spill the beans about the threeway I talked them into.'

Sam laughs hauntingly in my head, 'It serves you right man, you really got your work cut out for you. I mean damn. Good luck man. Get back in there and protect what's yours'

**Bella POV**

Edward is staring at me again, Angela tells me he looks beyondpissed off. Maybe I shouldn't have called him a creeper to his face… I bite my lip feeling the nerves increase. I hear footsteps behind me and I breathe a sigh of relief when Paul slides into the seat next to me.

Angela breathes a sigh of relief, "He finally stopped looking at you chica. Maybe you and Paul…"

Jessica breaks in, "Oh, no. Bella, Lauren, and I had a really nice talk earlier. Bella said she had absolutely zero interest in, what did you call him Bella? Our 'fucking leftovers'?"

My face is crimson, but what really kicks it is the way Paul is looking at me, shock and hurt etched on his face. I try to stutter out an apology, "I didn't mean it the way it came out."

He brushes me off, "Don't worry about it."

I don't have time to say more because the bell rings. Surprisingly Paul takes my elbow, "Lead the way girl."

He follows me through the halls to the bio room. I scowl at Angela who's smirking at me, and looking like it's Christmas in October. Edward is already in his seat. I roll my eyes as he sits up straighter in his seat and looks at me. At least he left my chair alone today though.

I go and sit down while Paul moves to the empty table at the back of the room. He opens the window and lets the cool afternoon air in. Mr. Banner comes in and Paul goes up to get his form signed. He's watching me as he waits, and I give him a friendly smile.

He smirks a bit before flashing me the straightest, whitest, smile that I've ever seen. Not one stain on those pearly whites in sight, he must use whitening toothpaste and mouthwash. I'm caught up in his eyes when suddenly I feel something hard, and cold on my leg over my knee. Paul's smile falls suddenly off his face and the cold thing moves slightly upward.

That's when I realize it's fucking Stalker-boys hand! Shrieking in horror I jump up and back away from him shouting, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING…"

Mr. Banner shouts, "MISS SWAN! Control yourself!"

I turn to him in shock, and I know that I'm on thin ice. I reign myself in, "Sorry sir, uh, I just had a thought. It's going to be really hard for Paul to catch up on the material all on his own, and since everyone's already partnered up I thought I could switch and partner with him instead of Edward. I mean, you're always saying how far ahead Edward is and that he really doesn't even need a partner."

Paul looks impressed, and Edward looks horrified. Mr. Banner thinks for a minute, he really has no other choice, his own words have boxed him in. Edward stands up, his bronze hair looking somehow even wilder than usual as he stutters, "Mr. Banner I, I really must insist upon keeping Isabella as my partner. Surely someone else can partner with this…"

He cuts off and his face is pained as he chokes out, "new student."

Mr. Banner shakes his head, "I'm sorry Mr. Cullen, but Bella has the number two grade in this class. I can't break up other partners who really depend on each other for the help when you really don't need her."

Edward's voice is shrill now, and he's staring intently into Mr. Banner's eyes, "I REALLY must INSIST."

Mr. Banner starts to nod and my heart drops. No, no, no! How can he change his mind! Paul steps into his eye line and Mr. Banner shakes his head as if to clear it. He takes a breath and shudders before saying, "No, I'm very sorry to disappoint you Mr. Cullen, but Miss Swan will be working with Mr. Dixon for the rest of the year."

Holy shit if it wouldn't be completely gross, and inappropriate I swear I would kiss Mr. Banner! I grab my bag and turn to go back to the table that Paul staked out before. I get a couple of steps when a cold hand grasps my wrist. I turn back and before I can say anything Paul is next to me. He's shaking and his voice is filled with fury as he growls low in his throat, "Let her go!"

Edward smirks up at him, and that's when Mr. Banner interrupts, "Mr. Cullen I am highly surprised at your behavior here today. Do I have to call your parents?"

Edward looks horrified at the thought and he releases his grip on my wrist. Paul guides me to the table in the back and I sit down. As the class gets down to copying notes he takes my wrist in his hands, and whispers, "You okay?"

His hands wrap around my wrist but not the way Edwards were, the heat from Paul's hands takes away the bone numbing cold. I nod my head, "I'm okay. Thank you. Your hands are really warm. Do you feel okay?"

He smirks, but doesn't let go, "I have a rare genetic condition that causes my temperature to be highly elevated. It's totally harmless it just means I'm always warm, that's why I opened the window back here. Are you cold?"

I shake my head, "Nah, I'm fine. You kind of throw off heat like a space heater."

Edward is glaring back at us, and Paul smirks at him as he takes out a sheet of paper. He writes on it, 'Even if we whisper he can hear us. Would you be able to come hang out with me down on the Res until you have to go sit for your aunt and uncle tonight?'

My heart is pounding in my chest by this point from the combination of the feel of his hand still holding my wrist, and the smell of his cologne, it's a woodsy musky smell that makes me want to climb him like a tree. I don't know if this is a good idea.

Biting my lip I think for a minute, it's only 4 hours of my day, and if we stay outside what could possibly happen? Picking up the pen, I write, 'That sounds like it could be fun. We could go do our homework on the beach, or go to the park, or something.'

He smirks, 'Well I figured you could come to my house for a little bit, I'd like for my mom to meet you, see that I'm making friends up here. So she won't worry.'

I write, 'Okay, maybe for a few minutes.'

He nods, and I turn my attention to the notes on the projector.

**Time skip end of the school day Paul POV**

The last bell rings and I meet Bella in the hallway, "Have you ever ridden a bike before?"

She shakes her head no. I hand her the helmet, "Here."

She looks at me alarmed, "What will you wear? I don't want you to have your brains all over the pavement either man. I mean hell at least mine will be easy to scoop up in this thing."

I laugh, "Don't worry about me baby, my heads hard as a rock."

She jokes, "Maybe it's just full of them."

Effecting a wounded posture I see the Cullen lurking and I realize that we need to roll, and now. My voice is slightly brusque, "Come on, put it on and hop on."

I get on and kick it into gear as I rev the throttle and hold the break. Bella swings her leg over and settles in behind me like she's been doing it forever. She seems embarrassed to put her arms around me and I call back, "Awww, don't get shy on me now Bella, wrap your arms around my waist and hold on tight ok?"

She laughs, and does what I say. Releasing the break I rev the throttle and pull out of the spot. I get to the mouth of the parking lot and Cullen pulls up alongside me in his shiny silver Volvo. He rolls down the passenger window, and shouts, "Isabella! Get off that bike right this instant! What would your father say about you being on one of those death machines?"

Bella takes her left arm from around my waist and jabs her middle finger at him. The road clears and I take off like a shot down the road towards La Push. I call back over my shoulder, "Hold tight Bella."

She shrieks in my ears, as I speed up. I take the bike to the limit, fully in control the whole time as her arms tighten around my midsection as tightly as she can hold them. Her body is so tight against me, her full breasts pressed against my back. I struggle to concentrate on the road and not the throbbing of my dick being strangled in my jeans. Shit, it's been a long ass time since a girl has affected me like this just by rubbing up on my back on the bike.

Approximately 15 minutes later I cross the border and I can finally breathe again. I slow it down to a leisurely pace, and Bella beats her little fists on my back, as she screams in my ear, "Are you fucking insane! Why would you drive like that!"

I shrug, calling back over my shoulder, "Because I'm an asshole! The sooner you get used to it the better off we'll be!"

I hate treating her like this, like she's just any other girl, but I can't exactly tell her 'Well honey, a deranged ginger vampire followed us all the way down here and I had to get us across the treaty line', now can I? Yeah, I'm sure that would go over like shit flavored lip gloss.

pulling up in front of Sam's house I kill the engine on the bike. Bella hops off and hurriedly rips the helmet off, "Is this your house?"

Yeah, I wish. Sam and Leah's place is this cute little cottage on the edge of the forest. Sam grew up here with his mom. She passed away shortly before he became a wolf 2 years ago at 19. Her life insurance gave him enough money to pay off the house and get his contractors license.

I think the day he imprinted on Leah, who had been his girlfriend all through high school, was the happiest day of his life, and they got married shortly afterward. Until today he was the only one who had imprinted. Shaking my head I answer her question, "No, this is my buddy Sam's place. He and his wife Leah."

She looks surprised, "Leah Clearwater?"

I nod, "Well, Leah Uley now."

She looks even more surprised and imagine my shock when the door flings open and Leah yells, "Bella! Oh my God, Bella!"

Bella runs over and hugs Leah tight, "Shit Lee! What the hell? You're MARRIED? You never even told me you moved out of your dads! What the fuck is up with that?"

Leah laughs, "I'm so sorry Bells, I just never thought that…"

She breaks off and looks at me. Shit, she cut Bella out of her life because of The Pack and our secrets. I shake my head and she gulps, "Well, I just thought that you wouldn't want to hang around a married chick. I didn't want to cramp your style."

Bella looks hurt, "Damn Lee. I thought you knew me better than that. I'm really hurt that you would think that I would cut you off just because you fell in love and got married."

Leah frowns at me, and hugs Bella tight, "I was stupid. I hope you can forgive me."

Bella bites her lip and I choke back the groan that rises in my throat. She shrugs, "Water under the bridge girl. Is your husband home? I'd like to meet the guy that stole my best friends heart!"

Leah looks confused, "You've met him a couple of times Bell, it's just Sam. I think it was like over 2 years ago though, come on in. He's been waiting for you guys to get here. I guess Paul called him on his lunch period."

I follow them into the house to find Sam smoking a joint on the couch. He offers it to me, "You want a hit Paul?"

I take it from him and hit it. Holding the smoke I gesture with it to Bella. She checks her watch and shrugs. She takes the joint and hits it like a pro. Shit, I think her hit was bigger than mine! She passes it to Leah, who passes it to Sam. Bella exhales a column of white smoke and looks shrewdly at Leah, "You got something to tell me, chick?"

Leah gets this secret smile on her face, and my head snaps to Sam. He has the same little secret smirk and I exclaim, "Holy shit! You're gunna be a fuckin father aren't you!"

He and Leah both nod, and I sit down in Sam's recliner with a thump, "Well shit. Congrats man, were you ever gunna tell us? Does J know? What about Embry?"

Bella's head snaps up, "Embry? You don't mean Embry Call, do you?"

I nod, "Do you know him?

She shakes her head, "Nah, my dad is dating his mom but I've never met him. Every time we come down here to do something with them he's always 'out'. His mom is really freaked, she told my dad she thinks all his friends are dealers and hit men or something."

All of a sudden she looks freaked, "Wait…she was talking about you guys…"

She looks like she's going to bolt and I take her gently by the arm, "She's wrong."

Bella looks skeptical, but relaxes, "Dad thinks he just has a girlfriend that he doesn't want her to know about."

Sam shakes his head, "Paul man…"

I snap at him, "NO, Sam! Don't you fucking dare."

Grabbing Bella around the waist I drag her to the door, "C'mon, I want to take you over to my place."

Sam snorts, "Really Paul? You want to take her to your place? Are you sure you want to do that?"

Shit. I sigh in frustration, "no, I guess I really don't."

Fuck, I have absolutely no shot with this chick. How could I ever bring her home to meet the folks? My dad in his permanent state of alcohol fueled stupor is just as likely to try to feel her up as he is to push her down. My mom is never home, and when she is, she and my old man fight like cats and dogs. So fucking screwed.

I turn to her, "Hey, I'm really sorry about this Bella, but Sam and I have to run out real quick. We have to run an errand for my dad."

She nods, "Uh. Okay. I'll just chill here with Leah. It'll give us a chance to catch up."

I nod, "Okay, well we'll be back in like an hour, tops. Promise."

She sits down by Leah and waves me off.

Sam gets up and we go out the back. We could phase, but it'll only take us about 4 minutes to run through the forest to the Black's house. We set off as fast as we can running through the trees and down the forest path.

Coming out the other side I see Billy's son Jake in the yard, his mom is on the back porch watching him. She waves as she sees us come out of the trees. We walk into the yard, and Sam takes over, "Hey Mrs. Black, is the Chief in?"

She nods, and I have to give it to her, for a lady her age Sarah Black is beautiful. Still slim after 3 children she has a pretty, kind face and long thick dark hair. She smiles at us, "He's in the workroom working on a carving. Help yourselves to what's in the fridge okay boys?"

We nod, and say in unison, "Thank you Mrs. Black."

I follow Sam into the house and through the hall to the last door on the right. Sam knocks, "Billy?"

He calls out, "C'mon in Sam!"

He pushes the door open and we're in Chief Black's workroom. Billy is tall for a normal man, about 6'2, fit from years of football, and his weight kept in check by chopping down the wood for his carvings. He's got on a funny headpiece that has a magnifying lens attached to it so that he can carve more intricate detail.

Taking it off he sets it on the table, "What can I do for you boys? Paul, I hope you didn't get into any trouble on your first day at FHS."

I grin at him broadly, "Well I guess that depends on how you define trouble Chief."

He rolls his eyes good naturedly, "Well, what did you come over here for?"

Sam clears his throat, "Uh, well, there's a couple of things that Paul needs to tell you about his first day Billy."

He gestures with his hands for us to hurry up, "Well spit it out then Boy."

He takes in my facial expression, "Wait. Something different. You're not agitated. Why aren't you jumping out of your skin the way you normally are?"

He tests me, "How's your father? I heard he was on a real bender yesterday."

I shrug, "I haven't seen him since before I went on patrol last night."

Billy runs his hands through his hair, "You imprinted didn't you."

Sam looks surprised, "How do you know?"

Billy sighs, "Sam did you ever wonder why Paul is as volatile as he is? Or should I say was?"

Sam shrugs, "No, it wasn't too much different from how he was before he phased. He was always getting into one scrape or another over kids at school talking about his family."

Billy nods, "Yeah but before the wolf he was less likely to be the one to throw the first punch. It's the wolf. There are no vampires around here for you to hunt. You have the wolf drive, and the wolf aggression, and nothing to vent it on. For someone like Paul that combination was especially volatile. It only got worse over the last two years because he didn't find his imprint right away. You had always been with Leah, so when you saw her the first time after the phase that was it. You didn't have to search for her the way that the other boys are still searching for theirs."

He turns to me, "So who's the lucky lady?"

I bite my lip, and he asks again, this time with a tremor in his voice, "Paul? Who is it?"

Taking a deep breath, I look him in the eyes, and spit it out, "It's Bella Swan."

Billy's face starts to turn red and I know he's about to go off the deep end on me. Christ, what a mess!