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Confrontation & Dirty Laundry

PAULS POV

After last night, and finding out about Jacob and Amanda or Nizhoni or whatever she went by. I decided to take some time to myself. It shoudln't have bothered me as much as it did, since I had done pretty much the same with Reachel. But a painful chord had struck inside me at the thought of losing her. My guts twisted at knowing she could be physically attracted to Jacob enough to have sex with him. I growled, fucking Jacob. Taking what was mine. Images of her naked body entertwined with his only made me angrier and I felt my pace pick up as I headed in a random direction though I knew where I was going.

Sam's mother's house was coming into view and though the truck was gone I could see a shadow passing by the windows. Allison worked the mornings so I knew Niz was home. Bounding up the stairs and rapping my knuckles across the door I waited as the door was cracked open and the girl in question stared back at me.

She wore shorts and a tank top, revealing bruises from the night before. A small pang of guilt ran through me knowing I was the one who caused them. "Are you busy?" I asked gruffly looking away.

"No."

"Can we talk?"

"No." I raised my brow, "But you said you weren't busy."

"I'm not. I just don't want to talk to you." I struck my foot out, blocking the door from being closed in my face.

"Well we need to." Her face was incredulous with her brows knitted together. "I had sex with Jacob. You had sex with Reachel. Mine was a one time thing and yours...probably not." I flinched at her loose reference to her sex life and I shifted uncomfortably.

AMANDA'S POV

I really didn't understand why I was having this talk with Paul. I didn't need to explain what I did. In fact up until yesterday I hadn't known about Paul and Reachel's sex acts, even though I had my suspicions, I knew I hadn't reacted the way Paul did. My murdered pillow begged to differ however.

"I want to have sex with you too-!" Paull blurted while realizing this sounded pretty horrible

"That's not what I meant Amanda." He added quickly.

"It's just-" I put my hand up stopping him from finishing whatever he was saying.

"First of all it's Nizhoni now and you might think I'm a sappy-desperate-attention-seeking-whore but I'm not. I had sex because I wanted to and I liked-no, I loved it! Don't think for one second that I'm passing myself around. I'm not a saint but I know for damn sure that you are most certainly not! You are the last person who can judge me on what I do!"

Only god knew how much I wanted to slam that door into Paul's face and just be done with him. I was sore and in need of Tylenol and a bed. But he had pushed himself into the house and towered over me.

"I don't want our time to be a one time thing." He said seriously.

"I miss being with you and...I'm sorry." His fingers rested on the yellow bruises just below my collar bone. I shook my head and pulled away,

"No. I know that that's not true because as soon as Reachel comes back I won't matter anymore."

"That's not true." Paul reasoned, blocking my path as I tried to get away.

"You always mattered-" I got angry, how could he tell me I mattered when he had been fawning over someone else? How could he say I was the one when there were others? I pointed this out to him and we went back and forth on our arguments. Eventually I pushed him out of the house and commanded him to leave.

"If you'll excuse me I need to sleep! I have rounds to do tonight!"

PAUL'S POV

She was more stubborn than Sam and had not relented on hearing me out. "You told me I was your imprint and I found out otherwise!" She had spat, slamming the door in my face. Since the first day I had met her, all I did was mess up. It got harder and harder as the days wore on and I couldn't fix my mistakes as she put distance between us. When Reachel came it was an outlet. Now I realized that this was my biggest mistake and would be harder to fix.

"I'm glad I'm not you." Quil chuckled, flipping a card over as we played go fish. It was a childish game but we had nothing better to do.

"Plus if it weren't for Emily, Sam would have ripped you in half already...multiple times." This was true. Emily had made it clear that Sam was not to interfere and while she could control his physical need to pummel me, it didn't stop him from day dreaming about it. Although last night had been his exception. After lashing out on his precious little sister I received a fist-to-face-welcoming.

"But seriously man. Get it together." Quil who normally didn't seem to have an ounce of seriousness in him was giving me a man to man talk.

"It's not fair to either girl. Choose one and let the other move on." When Quil starts passing out advice, you know you're an idiot.

The day rolled on and eventually Leah and Amanda or Nizhoni -I need to get this down, she was at a point where she didn't even like being called Amanda- came strolling up to the house. Both girls ready to do their shift. Sam came out to greet them. He gave a brief nod to Leah and a sideways hug to Nizhoni.

"Around midnight Jacob and Embry will take your shift." Nizhoni sauntered past her brother, saying she wanted to say hello to Emily before she did.

"Sup Quil!" She said, messing with his hair, gliding past me like I wasn't there.

"I just combed my hair!" Quil whined trying to flatten his hair back in place. She smelled like vanilla and something spicy, maybe cinnamon? Her open statement of I-see-everyone-but-you hurt.

Since you didn't want her, I decided I did. Jacob's voice rang through my head. And I'll keep doing it so long as she lets me. There's no way in hell I'm letting that happen. I growled angrily in my throat. I knew I had my work cut out for me, since I was a speck of dust compared to the Sun's glory in her eyes.

AMANDA'S POV

I was absolutely exhausted. Leah and I had one run in with a rogue vampire. Who was apparently scouting for Victoria's army. According to the Cullen's anyway. He had been fast and strong, dodging all of our attacks and tossing large trees to slow us. Carlisle had shouted to us to push him over the border, easier said than done. Eventually Leah cut him off and we took turns tugging on his limbs and tore him apart, letting the Cullen's deal with disposing the body. By the time we had reached home Jacob and Embry were jittery. Their minds prying for answers. I was sprawled in bed, my legs tangled within my blanket and my head smashed into the floppy pillow. Sleeeeeep! I sighed drowsily as my lids got heavy and shut for good.

The rare sun shined through the window, heating my face. I could hear my drawers being opened and slammed shut roughly. This happened repeatedly until I was blinking myself awake and saw Paul rubbing my clothes against...his pits.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I cried, jumping up to snatch the clean shirt from him. "I just washed these!"

"I'm going to show you that you can by me one and only." Paul was such a deranged wierdo. And it would have been a romantic statement if he wasn't violating my clothes, breaking and entering, and smelling strongly of his rounds. "

Isn't there another way you can do it!? Now I have to wash these all over again!" Hissing in frustration I picked up the pile of clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket, glaring.

"No. If you smell like me, people will know that you're mine." His voice was leveled and I wondered how he came up with these ideas and deemed them rational. I rubbed my temples rigorously. It was too fucking early to be bothered with this crap.

"That's called claiming. And I'm not asking to be claimed. I'm asking to be loved and respected!" I pushed him towards the window, prodding his chest with my finger "If you can't define the two separately than you can get lost!"

Out the window Paul went, crashing into the prickly bushes below. So much for sleeping in today. With a heavy heart I picked up the basket and headed for the laundry room, ignoring Allison's amused grin that she was trying to hide.

"There's breakfast and coffee." She snickered. "Be right there." I grumbled, she would have laughed at me. After all I did look a hot mess and had stumbled out of the room looking all sorts of disturbed.

What a morning. I thought glumly staring into space, mindlessly loading the washer. Somehow I felt Paul would get more annoying, the question was how long would it last?