Chapter 3

I can't believe that I am standing here thinking just how sexy Paul Lahote is, especially since his girlfriend is sitting across from me. I don't know what had just inspired between the pair of us, but if it was imprinting - which Alice had also explained, then it was the strangest experience of my life. One moment I was chatting to Emily, and the next I was lost in a wave of dark brown eyes. I had felt like I could see straight into his soul from just that one brief glance. I had to stop thinking about him. He was my friends boyfriend, dating my other friends big sister, not to mention that she was carrying his child. Just thinking about his hands on her... touching her... it sent an unbearable amount of pain throughout my chest. This was so fucked up, I didn;t even really like Paul in the first place. He was a man-whore who thought with his dick... ouch! I rubbed at my chest to ease the pain. Fuck it all to hell... I can't even think bad things about him now, this sucks... big time.

All evening Paul and I had been sneaking glances at the other, when we thought we weren't being watched. I couldn't deny the pull that I now felt towards him, but that didn't mean that I had to like it. There had to be a way to fight it. I stood up and started to walk towards Sam and Emiliy's, I needed to go to the toilet. As I turned the corner I heard the hushed whispers of several people. I made sure that I stayed out of sight, but were I could still see them. Sam. Jacob and Paul.

"You can't do this Paul" Jacob whisper/yelled. "This will kill Rachel, you know that, right?, and what about the baby?"

"You think I wanted this, you think that I wanted to imprint on a fucking leech's leftovers? No Jacob, that's you mate, not me. I love Ra... Rachel," he spat the name. "Fuck" he yelled to the heaven's while gripping his chest. Hell... I know that hurt, because it hurt me too.

"I can fight this guys. I will fight it. Rachel and the baby means more to me than... than... Fuck. " he screamed. He punched a tree in frustration.

"And I will fight it aswell," I said, as I finally made myself known to the three shocked native's.

"I mean, who the hell wants to be tied down here, and to Paul Lahote" I said, angrily. I had to say just one more thing before I made a getaway. "I'd rather be shacked up with a fucking bloodsucker than be tied down to him." I spun on my heel and hurried away, over to my car. I ignored the yells for me to stop. I sped away as quickly as I could, with tears blocking my vision.

I ran back into the house, and for once, I was thankful to be alone. The house was to be empty tonight. My father, sue and leah had already arranged to sleep at the Black's so that they didnt have to worry about having a drink and driving home. I couldn't be anymore thankful than I was right now. I headed towards the bathroom, peeling clothes and discarding them as I went.

The hot water of the shower ran down my body, washing away tears of hurt as it did so. Even though I tried to convince myself that Paul Lahote was a low-life scumbag, it still hurt to know that there was one more person that didn't think that I was good enough for him. Once I had scrubbed my body raw, I climbed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body as I walked towards my bedroom. The moment I opened my bedroom door I could feel his presence, I didn't need to search him out to tell that he was standing by the window.
For a moment I found myself wondering what he was doing here, but only for a moment, because a moment later I found myself between him and the wall, with my legs wrapped around him, straddling his waist, with his lips molded against mine. I couldn't think straight,
I should have pushed him away, but the moment we came into contact, It was like a million vaults hitting me all over my body, I had never felt anything like it... so wonderful, and from the groan I heard emitting from him, I'm sure that he felt it too. Exquisite!

One of his arms lay under my ass, while his other hand tugged harshly at the towel wrapped around me, and soon enough I was completely naked, rubbing myself against the hardness between my legs. Fuck everything else right now. Rachel, the baby, my own sense of right and wrong. How could something that felt so right be so wrong. I wanted him, right here and right now, and to hell with the consequences. It was as though nothing else in the whole world mattered. It was simply the two of us.

"Oh god" I whimpered as he kissed, bit and sucked down my neck. One of my hands wrapped around his neck while the other gripped the button on his pants. Once it was open I pushed them as far down as I could. He didn't waste any time, and a moment later he pushed himself into me. I screamed slightly, as he broke through my barrier, yep little old me had been a virgin before this encounter, but it was an incredible pain, if such a thing exsisted.

"Fuck" he yelled as he set of at an incredible pace, all I could do was hold on for the ride - pun so intended - and meet him thrust for thrust. One arm was still around his neck, to hold me against him, while my other hand wondered up to grip his hair. He actually growled in response as I pulled on his hair, lifting his face to mine and crushing my lips to his. He tasted devine.

A slick layer of sweat coated the pair of us, and I could feel the build up to my approaching orgasm. A moment later it hit, and I screamed his name as I came, vaguely aware of him cursing and yelling my own name.

"I never knew... no Idea it could feel so amazing" he incoherently whispered as he placed gentle kisses along my neck and jaw.

It seemed as if we both became aware at the same time.

"Oh fuck" I exclaimed, scrambling down from his waist. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" This was so not happening. "What the fuck did we do?" He didn't answer, and when I looked at him, he looked horrified. He was looking down at his cock, which had slight streaks of blood on it.

"You were a virgin?" he asked, shocked. I looked down, ashamed of myself for several reasons. He tilted my head up to meet his gaze. "Bella?"

"Yes" i whispered.

"Fucking hell" he exclaimed. I couldn't believe what I had done, and to a close friend.

"I think you better leave Paul" I told him. He shook his head.

"Bel..."

"I thought you had to do what your imprint asks" I told him.

"I... I do" he said, sadly.

"Then I want you to get out of my house, now Paul." I said. He continued to shake his head, his greif etched clearly on his face.

"Don't do this Bella"

"Just get the fuck out of my house." I yelled, growing more angry by the minute. I ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. After a few agonising minutes I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs, followed by a slam of the front door. I let my sobs out as I finally crawled into my bed, feeling like the biggest bitch in the world.