New Beginnings

PAUL LAHOTE

Dear Immie,

Firstly good luck with your first day of school! Jacob has promised me he will keep any eye out for you, and help to keep you out of trouble.

Secondly all I can say is what the hell? What went down between you and Paul because I can't even get it out of Jake. He seems to think it's just to be kept between the two of you but Immie seriously, I'm worried about you!

I mean first he imprints on you and then you turn up at his house, and now it's like someone's been killed from the poker face Jake has on at the moment. I am not impressed with this. Are you ready to be in a relationship? Are you sure you're even ready for Paul.

Love Bella.

I rolled my eyes uneasily as I read the email flicking the button for a reply I hastily wrote one before my shower.

RE: PAUL LAHOTE

Thank you for the luck, because I expect I will be needing it. Only Pale Face in the entirety of La Push, woop woop. And you need to stop using your freaky willpower control thing on Jacob, save it for Edward, seriously.

It is my business! No I'm joking, had you there didn't I. Well he kissed me. And I sort of ended up kissing him back. But it didn't mean anything. It was a mistake. Nothing else happened and he clearly didn't care that much as he got his knickers in a twist and stormed off. Bella I can't even manage my own life, I am a boyfriend free zone for the considerable future!

Love Immie.


I ran the hair drier quickly through my hair. Embry was banging around so loud in the kitchen I could hear him and I hurried myself dreading what mess he'd made. I yanked a pair of boyfriend jeans and was pulling on a black shirt over my head when I collided with a rather solid form. Oof.

A groan escaped my lips and I silenced it the moment my head popped out of the top and I met the eyes of Paul.

"Morning" I mumbled blushing feverously.

"Hi" Paul countered and I tried to skim my gaze to the floor but it wasn't really working.

"So you nervous?" he asked breaking the silence between us.

I gave a soft shrug. "Not really, well I guess a little bit" I explained uncertain even as the words left my lips.

"I wanted to um, to wish you good luck" he tripped over the words and I blushed. Get a grip woman.

"Well thanks, but I hope I won't be needing it" I admitted and stifled a yawn.

"About the fight and the imprinting stuff" he began but I held a hand up to him sharply stopping him.

"Forget it, it's been done" I stated trying to sound as detached as I could. "You need to try and stay away from me Paul. I'm not going to be healthy for you, hell I'm not good for myself, you need to try and reverse it, or at least speak to the Elders" I gushed hastily "see if they can reverse it, under the circumstances!" I pleaded already knowing it was impossible.

"You've got to accept it Imogene, I've had to, there's no changing this" he admitted and I looked for the cocky smile but none appeared. Paul looked, well he looked vulnerable.

"You don't know me Paul, you don't understand the gravity of what you are saying" I explained. "I do not want this relationship Paul and if you understood what was good for you, you wouldn't either" I hissed quietly.

"Then let's just be friends!" he reacted quickly and I was too bemused to reply. "I need to be around you Immie" he confessed.

"No you don't" I mumbled and tried to get past him but he reacted quickly blocking me out with his frame.

"Don't be like this" he complained.

"Paul this isn't some game, this is serious, this is my life, this is your life we are talking about here. These feelings, they might pass" I exclaimed hopefully but he just laughed bitterly.

"You really don't feel it do you? You don't feel any of it." He snarled.

"Don't you dare try and decide what I can and cannot feel Paul" I through back scowling.

"Well then show some passion!" he pushed.

"Look where that landed us last time" I snapped the heat flushing to my cheeks.

"I've been in worse positions" he replied. Smartarse.

Paul was standing unbelievably close. I could feel his breath in my hair and I slowly closed my eyes trying to erase him from my being. But he was everywhere. His smell, his touch, his body. I was surrounded, captured, enclosed.

I stepped backwards but the door broke my escape and I silently cursed myself. Paul stepped forwards and it was like a dance, predator and prey. Why wasn't I afraid?

His breathing was heavier and I wondered how loud my heart must sound in his ears.

He leant forward. Our noses brushed against each other. My heart lurched forwards, but this was different, this wasn't the sort of lurch I got from taking my medication. This was a pleasant, the butterflies in your stomach kind of lurch. This was attraction.

We stood in silence, breathing the same air for what felt like centuries.

Move.

Slipping past his lowered guard I wriggled underneath her left arm and was down the hallway and into the kitchen by the time he caught up.

If Embry noticed my dazed look and pinked cheeks he didn't address it. Instead he passed a knowing look to Paul before throwing a piece of dry toast in my direction. Yum.

"Eat up" he began "you're already on track to being late for your first day".

I shrugged flippantly.

"Well Imogene's always one to make an impression" Paul added and I ignored the snide remark.

"If you all carry on I'll be taking myself" I said rudely rubbing my tiered eyes. I hadn't slept well.

Paul clenched his jaw and Embry's eyes skimmed the floor. What is happening to me?

I shoved an oversized chunk of the toast into my mouth and chewed it trying to ignore its bland taste. Paul was smirking at me again and I wanted to walk right up to him and kiss that look right of his face. Bad Imogene. I blame hormones.


The plan was to blend seamlessly into the La Push crowd. I had the clothing but the accent, hair and skin colour were areas I was lacking in. Being the only 'Pale Face' as Paul had branded it in the car park which got him a thump from Embry, made me a target. For what I didn't know.

I shouldn't have even been pale. My birth father was a Quileute but my lack of characteristics made me question whether we even shared any of the same genes. I was a walking mystery. Quite literally.

The car park was already full by the time we arrived and before I could process the situation Paul was pulling me roughly from the car and Embry had driven off. I gave Paul a questioning stare, but began to walk away from him.

No such luck though, he was quickly on my heels.

"What are you doing Paul" I complained as people began to stare at us.

It was hard enough trying to be discreet here without a giant tailing me.

The school was bigger than I'd expected it to be. It was nothing in size compared to what I had been attending back home, but still I was a little taken aback by the student body.

"Walking you to your first class" he snapped back as people were clearing a walkway for us. I could see people whispering and it made me want to turn and run back to the car.

"No you're not" I hissed.

"Watch me" he snapped back flatly and veered down another corridor grabbing my elbow and turning me sharply with him.

I felt his hand on my back and I shrugged it off quickly but missed its absence almost immediately.

We stopped abruptly when a petite blonde stepped into are path and Paul grimaced.

"Paul!" she squeaked excitedly. She through her arms around him and hung loosely from his statue like frame. The woman seemed oblivious to my presence.

"How are you, I haven't seen you at the beach for like, weeks?" she questioned her voice going up a few octaves "you haven't been avoiding me have you, not after how much fun we had last time" she stated coyly with a wink.

My dislike for the girl was immediate and unhealthy. Everything about her seemed to be pissing me off. Little Miss oh-my-boobds-are-so-big-they-don't-fit-my-body-if-I-was-drowning-I-could-use-them-as-inflatable. Naughty Imogene, that was mean.

"Jasmine this is Imogene" Paul introduced me ignoring her comment.

The girl still failed to acknowledge me apart from a quick flicker of the eyes which seemed to rule me out as any competition.

"It's nice to meet you, could you just excuse me, I'm going to be late for class" I mumbled keeping my eyes to the floor I side stepped her and pushed at my un-responding legs to walk faster. They didn't.

Paul was shouting my name, but I ignored him bursting through the door to my first class a flustered mess.

The room was cramped with tables crowding almost every available inch and the rows were already beginning to fill up. I knew I'd need to move quickly in order to avoid cringe worthy introductions. I visibly groaned when I set my eyes on Jared who was watching me. Would I ever get away from the Wolves?


I try not to make eye contact with the stream of people as I walk along the wide corridor in search of my locker. Jacob was waiting outside my last lesson with a reassuring smile and I nearly burst into tears on him.

He was speaking at such a speed about what he had done with Bella at the weekend that I was unable to understand him, so I simply nodded and murmured in agreement occasionally.

The accent difference was apparent during my earlier lessons, with it taking all of my concentration to be able to understand one of the teachers.

"It will die down soon" Jacob spoke seeming to realise he'd been talking to himself for five minutes. "They will get bored; find someone else to talk about".

"I doubt it" I grumble speeding up to pass the blonde from earlier.

"Hey, new girl" A raspy voice called out behind me, well over the hum of other voices in the corridor.

I turned instinctively without thinking that I would have been better to keep walking. "I do have a real name, it's Imogene" I snap crossing my arms unimpressed with the stranger.

"Leave her alone Dan" shouted the blond sticking her head out of the locker and flashing her veneered teeth at me. She looked like something from Vogue rather that the Reservation.

"I just wanna know a bit about the girl Jaz, don't get all hissy with me" Dan shouted back at her.

Jacob was pressing firmly into my back and I knew he wanted me to move but I couldn't.

"Well sunshine let me enlighten you" I spoke with a smile stepping towards him. "I'm eighteen, bored out of my brains, dying for a proper cup of coffee, and fed up of people talking to me as if I am an alien who has just been beamed down from Mars" I screeched my voice rising with every word.

A grin stretched across his tanned face. "I like this chick" he called to the blonde who slammed her locker shut and gave me a curious look. Jacob growled from behind me but the guy didn't take the hint.

"So if Mars isn't your hometown where is?" he asked and I sensed the whole corridor listening to the conversation.

"None of your fucking business prick" Paul boomed slapping the boy around the head with a clang and shoving him against a row of lockers.

"Paul!" I screeched angrily and people where laughing heartily.

"Fuck of Paul" Dan shouted and the pair began to square each other up. Dan was at a great disadvantage; he was a few inches shorter and lacked the muscle definition Paul was dripping in.

I turned sharply on my heel and sped up the corridor towards my locker leaving a crowd of bemused Americans in my path. I was no longer the new girl from England. My status had been upgraded to the new girl from England, who was under Paul's protection.


I didn't take long for the exchange in the corridor to spread around the school and in Algebra I took a seat on the far side of the classroom. I recognised Jared again but avoided him wishing to put as much distance between anything tied to Paul.

Dan foiled my plan as he slid into the vacant chair next to me grinning like a fool.

"You're from London" he exclaimed beaming like the Cheshire cat.

I ignored him slamming my books onto the table without giving him a second glace.

Sensing my annoyance he changed the subject. "So do you like math?" Dumb question.

"It's my favourite subject" I retorted not hiding the heavy sarcasm that was laced in my voice.

We didn't speak for the rest of the lesson. Well he spoke, and I ignored him. Halfway into class Jared looked like he was ready to come over here are rip the guy into chunks, especially when he began flicking tinny balls of paper at me. But that soon finished once my pen collided with his temple.

I heard Jared's laugh boom across the room the moment my pen made contact with Dan's forehead.

"Yes Mr Cameron?" the teacher enquired squinting at the man.

One minute before the bell went for lunch he slipped a scrap of paper onto my cramped desk. What were we in Primary School now?

After school, the red pickup by the tree, meet me there and I'll buy you a coffee

I frowned at him but his smile made my heart melt a little, and I stopped playing the role of the miserable British Bitch. Another friend couldn't do any harm right?

It's a deal if you throw in a chocolate brownie!

He threw me a look that told me he thought I was being cheeky but I winked and slid from the desk just as the bell began to vibrate at the front of the room. Dan was nice. And right now I needed nice if I was going to survive this experience.

I walked to the dining hall alone. I enjoyed the quite mumble of conversation around me. Until I caught hold of one rather loud exchange.

"He asked her out for coffee!" Paul seethed in front of me his body beginning to quake.

"I questioned him about it on the way out of class, he thinks she needs a friend" Jared shrugged.

I picked up my pace until I was shoving myself and my folders between the pair.

"Something I certainly won't be finding in you!" I screeched at Paul. He grabbed at my arm but I shook him off and continued on my rampage through the corridor.


"Um-be-lo-a-bul" Jacob spoke with a mouth full of chips when I recalled what had happened in the corridor. I looked blankly at him unable to understand a word of it.

The dining hall was a ramble of noise, the large circular tables littered with tanned bodies all wolfing down as much food as they could in the time limit.

After a minute more of chewing he swallowed and spoke again. "Unbelievable, he's such a twat sometimes" he grumbled throwing a chip over his shoulder to the table behind us.

The table that Paul and the rest of the Shapeshifter's had so conveniently parked themselves in the moment I sat down. I couldn't believe the audacity of it. Jacob had joined me the moment he entered the hall not hesitating between which table to pick. No one else had made an attempt to come near me. Not even Embry, he was too busy talking to Jared unable to sense how uncomfortable I was.

The chip hit Paul on the back of the head at it made me snigger. He turned sharply looking enraged and assumed wrongly when he clocked eyes on me that I'd thrown it. So when I was hit in the eye with a chicken wing – which was very painful – I declared war on Paul.

I spent the rest of my lunch launching peas from a plastic spoon at him. One missed him and hit Jasmine on the nose. She was perched by the table trying to get someone's attention but it seemed she was so plastic that she didn't even notice it.

Embry did though when a piece of salad I'd aimed from Paul's ear landed on his hand. "You know trying to start a food fight can get you suspended" his cool voice had me chocking on my water as he slid in on the vacant chair next to me.

"Or did you already know that?" he teased and I shrug aiming another pea at the enemy. Who was in Primary School now?

I went to ping the plastic spoon at Paul again this time with a cocktail sausage but Embry knocked me sending my aim in the direction of a teacher I had yet to meet. I was too quick. Before he'd even turned around to see who had struck him I was on the floor cowering beneath the table.

"Paul Lahote and Embry Call get over here this instant!" demanded a deep male voice and it echoed around the dining hall sounding unusual in my ears. I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent a laugh from escaping.

Embry slowly slid out from the table and I attempted then to make my escape from the pair. I slowly moved to my knees easing my refusing body to the cold lino. I shuffled with hast towards the open set of double doors leading out to the car park.

"And you Imogene Morgan, I can see you to you know!" he shouted and the room erupted with laughter. Did he have eyes in the back of his head?

I cursed silently as I hauled myself onto my aching feet and stomp in the direction of Paul and my brother.

"I'll catch you tomorrow instead then New Girl" hollered Dan loudly and I gave him a cringe worthy wave. I didn't think it was possible for Paul to scowl anymore, but somehow he did.


I squirmed in the chair in the cramped office. It smelt on mold and the ceilings plaster was crumbling at the corners. Was that even safe?

"Would you stop staring at me, I feel like I'm naked or something" I protested at Paul's wondering eyes.

He snorted rudely at me. "Trust me if you were naked, I wouldn't just be staring" he said smoothly.

I cringed back into the chair my face turning an unnatural shade of pink.

"Dude seriously" Embry complained. "I know she's your imprint and everything but would you watch it, she's my sister, I don't need to hear stuff like that".

"I am not his anything" I disagreed strongly.

"Sure you're not beautiful" Paul humoured.

"Are you always this much of a twat Paul or just it just come in waves?"I seethed.

"Oh only when I'm around you Immie" he claimed.

I huffed out in frustration. Unbelievable.

Paul's fingers were dancing by my hand and I was about to tell him where I'd shove those fingers when the door swung open.

The man was bolding, a bearded that could put Charlie's to shame dressed his face and his eyes squinted behind his spectacles.

"Boys, Miss. Morgan" he greeted sternly coming to sit down behind his crowded desk.

I'd derived that he taught English Literature from the array of novels and poetry that were crammed into every space available. But refused to ask either of the boys anything about the teacher on principal.

"Now, need I remind you that it is against the rules of this establishment to allow for such behaviour as I observed in the dining hall? You are on your last year at school and you should all know better. Paul I must stress you put another toe out of line and you will be out of this school before you can even try and spell it." He drivelled and we all nodded vigorously.

"I want a contact number for each of you" the man added handing across a slim notebook.

Paul snatched it from him and began to scribble down a name and phone number. He chucked the notebook back on the desk and I shot him a warning glare.

"Is this the guardian you want contacted for all three of you? He asked stressing the word.

Paul nodded.

"I see" the man mumbled shifting his glasses from the end of his nose back up his face again.

What's that all about?


Authors Note: So her first day at her new school and it didn't go to well for her but there is more to come!

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