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Chapter 14

"I don't understand what he sees in her." "She's not even all that pretty." "He's just in it for the sex, everyone knows that."

I was at the only ballet studio in Port Angeles and apparently, the ballerinas here couldn't whisper very well. The day had started off pretty well. I got the lead role in our next recital. However, it was really hard to ignore the comments and taunting of the other girls. It was getting kind of out of hand.

I wasn't sure, but I assumed that Paul had been with at least two of the girls in my class. It was kind of disheartening to know that Paul had been so promiscuous before me, but I really didn't want to hold his past against him. Besides, Paul was all mine now.

"Girls! Girls! Can we stop with the chitter chatter and continue with the routine? We only have one month until the recital," Ms. Devosky said in a thick Russian accent. Everyone groaned but the talking stopped. At least I didn't have to deal with that anymore.

I continued to stretch and practice while looking in the mirror. I would try to keep my focus on the positions of my arms and legs and hands and feet, but every so often, my eyes would venture up to my neck and I'd blush. I'd see the hickey that Paul left during our first time. I never covered this one up… unless I was in front of Amber of course.

After practice, I walked out of the ballet studio and saw that Paul hadn't gotten here yet. I was about to call him on my cell when I saw the hyenas talking to me. "Hey, Kaitlyn. Waiting for Paul?" I nodded my head. "Sure he's just not with someone else?" one of them asked. I nodded again. I really wasn't in the mood for this.

"Why are you worried about what goes on between Paul and I? If he's cheating on me, then let me worry about that," I spouted venomously. I almost laughed at myself. Hanging around Paul had definitely become a little more outspoken and I lot more confrontational.

"We're just worried about you. Wouldn't want our lead dancer to catch an incurable STD or anything." I rolled my eyes at her. "Or worse," one of them began, "she could end up like Catherine." "Who's Catherine?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Just one of Paul's lays. Don't worry, she got the abortion." My heart dropped into my stomach. I could only stare at the three girls as they did a long list of all of the girls that Paul had slept with and where they were now. It seemed that all of the girls that Paul had been with were a lot worse off than they were before ever meeting him.

I was so engrossed with the conversation of the three girls, that I didn't realize Paul pulling up to the studio. He honked his horn and I was brought out of my thoughts. I turned towards his car and quietly got in the truck. Before I closed the door, I could hear the girls laughing hysterically. Was all of this some sort of a joke?

"Hey, babe," Paul said before leaning over and kissing me on the lips. I gave him a small smile and turned my attention towards the windshield and stared out of it blankly.

"Kaitlyn, are you okay?" Paul asked me seriously. I didn't know what to say. I mean, I knew for a fact that I was not okay. However, I didn't want Paul to know that. I did the only thing I could do.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just have a test tomorrow and I have a lot to study over," I lied. I plastered a smile on my face and hoped for the best. Paul looked at me skeptically but didn't press the issue. I was happy for that. Paul would've usually bugged me about it until I told him what was wrong.

When we pulled up to my house, I quickly opened the door. I wanted to go to my room and cry about my day. Before I could exit the vehicle, Paul grabbed my hand and prevented me from doing so. "What were the girls talking to you about?" I sighed in defeat. I thought I had made a clean getaway.

"What are you talking about, Paul?" I feigned ignorance. Paul and I both knew that I knew what he was talking about. Paul and I also knew that Paul knew everything that was going on.

"Don't play dumb with me, Kaitlyn. It doesn't suit you. Tell me what they said to you."I shrugged my shoulders. "They didn't say anything," I pressed. "Don't fucking lie to me, Kaitlyn. What the fuck did they say to you?"

"Who's Catherine?" I finally asked. Paul looked me in the eye and told me the truth. "Some girl that I screwed around with." I took a deep breath. "She got the abortion," I told him. He nodded his head. "I know. I helped her pay for it."

I felt a shudder go up my spine and I knew that I was about to cry soon. "Why?" I asked him. "Because we were both too young to have kids. The condom broke and neither of us would've been able to raise it. She wanted an abortion and I helped her get one."

I kept eye contact with Paul. I felt like if I looked Paul in the eye, then he wouldn't be able to lie to me. Although, I didn't think Paul really ever lied to me.

"If the condom broke when we had sex, would you have wanted me to get an abortion?" I asked him. His face darkened for half a second and a sharp shiver went up his spine. "No. I would never want you to get an abortion. It's not like I was the one who suggested it. Catherine decided to do it and I helped her out since it was partially my fault." I took a sigh of relief, but Paul was far from calm. "Why do you compare yourselves to them?" he asked angrily.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "You do. Every time you hear something about me and another girl, you instantly compare yourself to them. You're fucking different. I admit, I wasn't a good guy. I treated some girls like trash. My bad. But you've got to stop holding that shit over my head. What the fuck else do you want me to do? I don't have a motherfucking time machine. I can't go back in time and change shit."

Okay. Paul was mad. "I don't-," "You fucking do, Kaitlyn. I don't understand why you do, but you do." Paul let go of my hand and kept his eyes forward. "I'll talk to you later," he said softly. I nodded at him dumbly and exited the truck. I've never been told off like that before. Never. I didn't know how to react.

I walked up to my house and unlocked the door. I turned around to wave goodbye to Paul, but he was gone. I felt myself become a little worried that I had pushed Paul too far. What if he wanted to break up with me over this? Why did I feel guilty? My emotions were beyond confused at that point.

I didn't have time to sort through my emotions. I had a test that I had to study for tomorrow and I wasn't going to let my little spat with Paul get between me and a good grade.

The next day after school, I felt confident that I got an A on my Math test. There was no stopping me when it came to math. I was a beast.

As I was walking towards the new car that my parents bought us after Samantha's accident, someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned around to be assaulted by the sluts of Forks High. What the heck did they want with me?

"So I heard that you were screwing Paul Lahote," one of them said. I didn't even know their names and they knew who I was dating. Kind of weird. I rolled my eyes at them and started to walk away but one of them grabbed my arm.

"What the hell? Let me go!" I ordered, attempting to sound strong, but sounding more tired than anything. Why were they bugging me? What did it matter if I were with Paul or not? Paul and I hadn't spoken since yesterday, and we ended that conversation on a bad note.

"Yeah. You're definitely the girl that's got Paul turned into a housewife. What is it that you've got that I don't have? What do you to him? I mean, there's got to be something. You're not even all that cute," the same stupid girl criticized.

Oddly enough, I had been asking myself those exact same questions. I knew a large part had to do with being an imprint. Without that imprint, I'm pretty sure Paul would've given up on me.

I snatched my arm away from the girl's grasp and turned to go back towards the car. I could feel a bruise forming on my arm from the girl's manly grasp. Now I had to deal with Paul's fangirls and I didn't even know where we stood.

Baby Doll was already in the car. "What took you so long?" she asked. I shrugged. "I forgot something in my locker and I had to run back in the school and get it." She raised an eyebrow at me, not believing my lie, but didn't press the issue. If Samantha knew that I was being bullied by Paul's ex and her friends, it wouldn't be pretty.

She pulled out of the school parking lot and started driving us home. When we got home, I ate a quick snack and decided to take a little nap. I put my phone on silent and sunk into the covers of my nice soft bed and dozed off.

I was awoken by someone shaking my lightly. "What the fuck is that?" I opened my groggy eyes to see Paul standing over me. I wiped my eyes and squinted at him. "What are you doing here?" I asked, still very sleepy and confused about my surroundings.

"How did you get the bruise, Kaitlyn?" he asked, completely ignoring my question. "What bruise?" I asked, very disoriented. I needed at least 30 minutes to become fully awake and aware. He was about 29 minutes too early.

"The one on your arm?" I looked down at my arm. Crap. I forgot about the bruise on my arm. I forgot to cover it up with makeup. I looked up at Paul and shrugged. "I don't know how I got it. I must've bumped into something or fallen." Paul's eyes closed slowly and he started taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"The bruises are in the shape of a hand. Who's hurting you Kaitlyn?" Paul sounded oddly calm. In my sleep induced stupor, I believed that he must've finally relaxed. "Just some girl at school. I think you two had sex or something. She doesn't like me very much."

"YOU'RE BEING BULLIED?!" So much for calm Paul. I shushed him. "I'm not being bullied. It was a one-time thing." "Who was it?" he asked venomously.

"I don't know her name." "Well, what does she look like?" Paul pressed. "Why?" I asked him. "What will you do if I tell you?" Paul growled lightly, "You're going to go ahead and beat up a girl Paul?" I asked, my eyebrow raised. "No. I'd just talk to her." I shook my head. "I can handle this. She just caught me off guard today. I'll be fine. I'm not being bullied."

Paul was still pissed. "What are you going to do?" I shrugged. "I'll just talk to her." He scoffed. "Talking. You're going to talk to her?" I nodded. "Talking solves problems too. We don't all use our fists to get our points across."

"She didn't mind using her hands," Paul said, pointing to the bruise. I rolled my eyes at him. "I'll take care of this." Paul shook his head but didn't argue back with me. We were not having a repeat of the Leah situation.

"You didn't call me," I stated randomly. Paul sat down on the edge of my bed and reached for my phone. "I called seven times. That's why I came over here. You never answered. I didn't know if you were still pissed about yesterday." I gave him a small smile.

"I didn't call you because I thought that you were still pissed at me about yesterday." Paul shook his head and gave me a kiss. "I can't stay mad at you for too long. I love you." I smiled at him. "I love you, too."

"If you really loved me, you'd tell me who the bitch was," Paul whispered, a hair's breath away from me. "Nice try, Lahote." "Well, it was worth a try."

The next day at school, I made it my mission to find the girl whose name I couldn't remember and talk to her about her problem with me. I didn't see her at lunch and I didn't have her in any of my classes. I was growing impatient. I wanted to get this talk over with.

After school, I waited for her at the spot that her and her friends were at yesterday. "What are you doing here?" I turned around to see Baby Doll. What was she doing here? "What are you doing here?" I asked her. She shook her head. "I asked you first." I sighed in defeat. "I have to talk to a girl about a problem. No big deal. Now, why are you here?"

She shrugged. "Alice told me to come over here." Alice, she was the future seeing vampire. I was about to ask her what Alice saw when I was interrupted by someone. "What the fuck are you doing here, slut?"

I turned around to see Paul's ex and her friends. This wasn't going to turn out very well.

Baby Doll looked around. "Was she talking to you?" she asked, laughing. I feigned ignorance. "I don't know. It's probably a term of endearment." Baby Doll didn't look convinced.

I turned towards the girl. "Hi! I just wanted to talk to you about yesterday," I began. "What is there to talk about?" she asked. "Well, I think that you and I should talk and try to come to some understanding about Paul." I could hear Baby Doll scoff behind me. Nope, this wasn't going to go well.

"Look, I don't know why you're here. I have nothing to say to you. I only want to bash your fucking face in." Her friends started laughing along with her. I could even hear Baby Doll laughing. "She's hilarious," Baby Doll commented. "Who the fuck are you?" the girl asked her. "I'm the slut's sister. The one that will break every bone in your hand if you touch my sister." I turned to Baby Doll. "There's not going to be any physical altercations here."

She rolled her eyes at me. "She'd better not fucking touch you or I will find each of those bitches and kick their ass one by one." "Yeah?" Paul's ex said, taking a step closer to us. "Hell fucking yeah, bitch!" Baby Doll said taking a step closer to her. I pushed Baby Doll away. "Stop. We're not doing this."

"She started it. What's her problem anyway?" "She doesn't like the fact that Paul and I are together," I explained. Baby Doll's eyes were as huge as saucers. "She wants to fight you over PAUL?! You should let me kill her. The world needs to be rid of stupid whores like that." "I'm not the fucking bad guy here. Paul and I were together until you decided to bring your fugly ass into our relationship. He left me for you and I'm just trying to understand why. If I have to beat a few heads in to find that out, then I'll do it."

"All of this over Paul?" Baby Doll scoffed. "It was my knowledge that Paul was a player. Paul doesn't date. Or didn't. He does now. He didn't before Kaitlyn. So why are you upset?" Baby Doll asked without the tiniest sense of compassion.

"I loved Paul! I gave him my virginity. He said that he loved me. Then he breaks up with me to be with you. You're no one!" the girl screeched. Wow. I really was the bad guy in this.

"I never realized that-," "So now I have to kick your ass," she interrupted me. "I understand that you're pissed off, but I can't let you touch my sister. Sorry. You want to kick someone's ass, go find Paul. I'd even help you," Baby Doll commented. I knew she wasn't lying. She wasn't Paul's biggest fan.

"What the fuck, Vanessa?" I looked over to see Paul. When the heck did he get here? I told him I would take care of it.

"Fuck you, Paul! You're not allowed to talk to me. This is none of your business," Vanessa retorted. "You're messing around with my girlfriend. It's my business," Paul said, his body shaking. I placed a hand on his arm to calm him. If Paul phased in front of Vanessa and her friends, the secret would be blown wide open. Paul's shaking immediately died down.

"Why Paul? Why did you do this to us?" Vanessa asked, on the brink of tears. I felt my heart constrict. I felt like Emily. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. I turned Vanessa into Leah. I felt like scum.

"Vanessa, I don't understand why you're confused about any of this. You knew what we were. We weren't together. We were fuck buddies. That's it. I don't know how you got into your head that we were anything more than that. You screwed around with other guys and I screwed around with other girls. No commitment. Leave my girlfriend alone," Paul said, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the group.

"He's going to leave you! He's going to break your heart!" Vanessa screamed after us. I turned around just in time to see Samantha punch her in the face. I gasped as Vanessa's friend flocked around her. Baby Doll smiled victoriously and followed behind us.

"Nice one," Paul commented. "Shut the fuck up, Paul. I hate you. They would've jumped her. All because of you." Were they really going to jump me? "I know," Paul said, a sadness to his voice.

"You didn't have to do that," I glared at Baby Doll. "What? Punch Vanessa in the face or tell your boyfriend the truth?" "BOTH!" I yelled at her. "That bitch had it coming. I noticed the bruise yesterday, I just didn't say shit. Paul couldn't hit her but I sure as hell could. I was going to kick her ass the minute I realized it was her who did it. I was just giving her time to apologize for it."

I rolled my eyes at her. I was completely against fighting. I hated it. I didn't want anyone to fight because of me. "As for Paul," Baby Doll continued, "he knows that this is his fault. If he wasn't such a whore before, we wouldn't have this problem. I really don't care who he fucked, I only care that none of those bitches come and try to hurt you. Then I get involved."

Baby Doll walked away from us and started walking towards our new Jeep. I looked up at Paul as he pulled me towards his truck. We were both very quiet, neither of us knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry, Kaitlyn. This was all my fault." I shook my head. "I'm not going to hold your past against you again. I forgive you. I told you I'd handle it."

Paul laughed. "Baby Doll handled it. I think I love your sister now." I smiled up at him. "She grows on you."

The story doesn't end here!

I just have to make my chapters shorter. I have exams and I've been studying like a crazy person.

I have much more in store for these two.

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