It's been a day since the fight; Paul was still in Sam and Emily's guest bedroom because he was still healing pretty slowly. Although I never left his side we never did try and sort things out between us- relationship wise. I mean just because you loved someone didn't mean you wanted to be with them...right? I had no idea. Besides he fell asleep a few hours ago, and even though he made room for me on the bed I still couldn't sleep. I was too afraid of the unknown. Paul knew I loved him but he never addressed my feelings for him, I mean maybe I was asking too much after all it's only been 14 hours since he was being carried to Sam's house bloodied to a pulp. I should be happy he's alive and breathing next to me, sleeping peacefully with his hand wrapped around mine.

I was terrified of Paul rejecting me.

I mean before I hid my feelings, but now? He knew my feelings for him and that left me vulnerable.

I was utterly defenceless against him and I couldn't even find it in me to regret telling him how I felt. Because let's face it, if no one stepped up we would be stuck in a standstill and that would have infuriated me to no end.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" a deep voice whispered to my shoulder.

"I'm sorry did I wake you?" I looked down at Paul using my shoulder as a pillow and hid the smile that was just waiting to reveal itself.

"Kinda, I could feel something was wrong. Mind telling me what's up?" he asked. Yes. Yes I do mind.

"Nothing, I was just about to head home." I lied, I really didn't want to leave his side but I also didn't want to tell him what I was thinking because then I'd be putting myself even more out there.

I sat up on the bed, moving Paul's head in the process, then bent over to put on my shoes. Once I was finished I got up then and walked towards the door. When I got to the door I turned slightly to wave at Paul then I opened the door and left.

"I'm sorry." He said at a normal volume knowing I would hear him.

I was at the stairs at this point; I had one of two options.

I could ignore him and pretend I didn't hear even though I knew for fact I know he knew I did. Or I could go back in there and we could talk.

Talk.

Have an actual conversation that didn't lead to sex or fighting.

I walked back into the room and stood there, not going near the bed yet.

"What?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"I'm sorry." He said looking straight at me.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked once I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry you caught me in the bathroom." He said.

"You're sorry I caught you or are you sorry you did it?" I asked carefully closing my eyes and praying I'd receive the answer I so desperately wanted.

"I'm sorry you caught me." I opened my eyes and I saw him flinch a little.

I knew just by looking at his expression that my eyes were on fire.

I was fucking fuming! How could I not?

He's sorry that I saw him having sex with some slut in the bathroom but not sorry he did it? He didn't love me. He just didn't. If you loved someone you wouldn't be able to have sex with someone else without feeling regret and he regretted nothing.

Why the fuck was this happening to me?

I put myself out there, I let him know how I felt and he slapped me in the face. Again.

"So you don't regret having sex with some slut a few days after having sex with your imprint?" I said my voice cold. "That's lovely."

"Why would I? After you were finished with me you just ran away, is that what I am to you? A booty call?" I'm pretty sure only we could ignite the flame in the other this quickly.

Here we were, imprints, both angry with the other, and yet not actually saying what we really wanted.

"Are you fucking stupid or something? You are my imprint. I told you I loved you and you leave me. You fucking left me while I was crying, for what? To get yourself hurt. Do you not think about anyone but yourself? Don't you know that when you hurt I do as well?" I was crying at this point screaming at him. With every word I said my anger just rose. "Or maybe it doesn't matter to you that I feel pain any time you say rude things to me, or when you're in danger or in pain. You don't love me." I wiped the tears that refused to stop falling.

I then realized something, I was crying in front of him. again.

I dropped my guard and I was now completely vulnerable to him, I let him in where no other has ever been.

I turned around so he couldn't see me at my lowest point. I didn't want him to see that he won, that he had this type of effect on me.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my chin and raised it up so I could stare in his grey/ green eyes.

"Now it's my turn to ask you: are you fucking stupid or something? Of course I fucking love you! –"

"If you loved me you wouldn't have fucked another girl." I said going back to what our original topic was.

"I didn't think you'd care!" I snorted.

"Why the hell wouldn't I? Even if I didn't love you, the imprint bond would have made me feel pain because you're actions were basically telling me I wasn't good enough." I laughed, was he that self-centered? I looked at him and he had the same furious expression as before.

"I didn't think you'd care when you were in love with someone else." He said slowly, each word carrying the same meaning: pain.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked frustrated. He hooked up with someone else and it was my fault? Classic. He rolled his eyes.

"After you fucked me and ran away I decided that day I wasn't going to let that happen, so I ran after you so I could tell you I loved you. When I got to your house I saw you talking to some guy, after a few minutes of watching you in anger I heard him ask you if you loved him and you said I do. So I left, if he was what you wanted then I'd let you have him." his voice got lower and lower as he spoke each word. When I looked him in the eye I saw the pain.

The pain of me loving someone else.

I now understood why he did it. He truly thought I wouldn't care.

I laughed.

I couldn't help it.

He actually thought I could love someone else when he was the reason for my existence.

I laughed louder.

"I'm glad you find my feelings so funny." Paul turned around and slowly walked to the bed to rest his still, partially injured leg.

I walked right up to him and got on my knees; then grabbed his face so he would look me dead in the eye.

"Paul, it's always been you. It's always been you." I said with conviction.

He then grabbed my face and kissed me. And this time I welcomed the emotion that strung itself into the kiss.

He was mine and I was his. Forever.

He pulled back and waited till I opened my eyes.

"I. Love. You." He said firmly.

"I love you too retard." He faked looking hurt.

"That's not very nice." He smirked. I scoffed.

"You're not very nice," I got off my knees and walked over to my side of the bed.

"You wouldn't have me any other way." He said, his soul smiling at me. I pushed him back so he was leaning against the pillow.

"You're right, I wouldn't." I smiled at how true the statement was, "Now go to sleep, I'm tired and we have school tomorrow." I said snuggling into the bed.

"I don't I'm still injured." He said smugly. I turned to look at him.

"You're going to be healed by tomorrow, I don't know what it was but I know for a fact you don't feel any pain." I turned over so I was on my side and closed my eyes.

A few seconds later I felt Paul's chest touching my back and his arms encircling my waist.

"It was you." He whispered in my ear, and then kissed my cheek.

I smiled and for the first time in a long time I dreamt of what I was sure would be the future.

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It's been a couple days after the night Paul and I confessed our love for each other and nothing has changed.

Just kidding.

No really, nothing has changed.

He still infuriated me sometimes but at least I could kiss him whenever I wanted and I could personally tell every slut that walked up to him to fuck off. Although we were officially together I wanted to take things slow, I know our relationship was backwards but I wanted to start something normal with him now that we were on the right path.

As I walked to my grab the speakers to my phone I received a smack on my ass. Once I grabbed the speaker and closed my locker I turned around to see my boyfriend smiling. I will admit that I loved calling him that.

"Why are you smiling when we have a presentation to do that's worth 20% of our grade!?" I said, I was freaking out. We just figured out what we were going to do for it a couple days ago and had to practice over and over again what it meant.

"Just calm down, everything will be fine. Besides aren't you getting the highest grade in Quil class anyway?"

"No." He gave me a look of disbelief, "I'm getting the second highest." He rolled his eyes.

"Babe, just calm down, you'll be perfect." He leaned down and gave me a kiss. When he pulled back he looked at me, "When school's over we're going on a date." He said smiling at my shocked face.

"A date?" I asked completely in shock.

"Yes, a date is what couples do." He smirked.

" I know it's what couple's do, I just didn't know its what Paul Lahote did." I smiled as he grabbed my hand and started walking to our next period class. " So we're we going?" I asked excited.

"It's a surprise."

"I hate surprises." I said suddenly less excited.

"I know," he smirked. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Asshole." I muttered.

He opened the door of the classroom laughing.

"Just be ready at 4." He gave me another kiss before I sat down in my desk beside Kelly.

"Hey Kells," I said smiling.

"Hey, why do you have to be ready at 4?" I shrugged.

"Paul's taking me out." She screeched. I covered my ears.

"OMG, do you know where?" she said getting hyper. Why couldn't this be Jade? Kelly was such a romantic she got crazy over the littlest things.

"No, he said it's a surprise." She screeched again.

"Stop doing that, you'll make me go deaf." I said scowling at her.

"That's so romantic!" she leaned over me to face Paul, "Good job Cuz," Paul chuckled and shook his head.

"You know sometimes I think you watch too many romantic movies?" I said to her.

"I do. Why do you think Ryan hates when it's our movie night?" I laughed.

"So that's why he always begs me and Jade to distract you on Wednesdays." I said laughing.

"Yup," she grinned. "But I just tell him he'll have a surprise if he comes over." She smiled evilly.

"And the surprise is?"

"We get to watch the last song. It's his favourite Nicholas Sparks movie."

I laughed. Loudly I might add.

"Ms. Taime, since you seem to be having such a blast back there how about you start us off." He said. I glared at him.

Why did he always pick on me? it wasn't like I was a bad student, I had the second highest grade in the whole fucking class and he still proceeded into making my life a living hell.

I grudgingly got up, holding my speaker in one hand, Paul behind me and walked to the front of the class. I took a deep breath and set the speakers on Mr. Dick's desk.

When I started the music Paul and I went to different sides of the room.

I was shaking and my mouth was going dry, I absolutely hated presenting in front of people. I looked up at Paul.

"I love you." He mouthed, I smiled.

"I love you too asshole." I mouthed back. He smiled brightly and then started walking towards me when the soft music changed.

The Dance of the third wife was about to start.

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"Table for too please?" Paul said to waiter.

After the waited grabbed two menus's he led us to a secluded area. I was still surprised at the place Paul decided to take me. We were at the nicest restaurant in the city of Port Angeles and just by being outside I knew it was expensive.

When Paul and I sat down the waiter took our drink orders and then let us be.

"Paul this is nice and all but how can you afford this? It's pretty ritzy." I said.

"Sam let me work extra so I can afford it," he must have seen my look because then he added on to his statement. "Please just let me spoil the annoying girl I love." he looked at me with puppy dog eyes, which had no affect on me because his face was too chiseled to look cute so it failed. I laughed.

"Annoying eh?"

"Yes, you take forever to answer your phone after patrol, do you know how infuriating that is?" I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

"You worry too much, don't you think if something happened someone would have came and got you?" I asked.

"I'd rather hear it from you."

"You're too overprotective, nothing has happened since Henderson."

"Doesn't mean something won't ever happen again." He said stubbornly.

As annoying as he was, it made me smile that he cared so much. I leaned over the table, and he met me half way and kissed me. I pulled away smiling.

"Your so stubborn." I said as the waiter Placed our drinks down.

"What can I get for you too?" the waiter asked.

Crap, Paul and I both glanced down at the menu. As I looked everything just got more and more expensive, I really didn't want him spending his money on me, I mean he loved me and anything else was a bonus- but I didn't need this big of a bonus.

"Paul this is so expensive."

"If they couldn't afford good quality food why didn't they just eat at their trashy reservation?" the waiter muttered under his breath.

Now if it were normal people he was waiting on I'm sure they wouldn't be able to hear him but since we weren't, we both heard him loud and clear. Paul and I both started shaking but it was I who spoke. I got up and walked right up to the bastard.

"Couldn't afford? And what pray tell could you know what we can and can't afford." I laughed humorlessly. "Doesn't seem like you can afford good quality food seeing as you're a waiter and not a customer. I bet you couldn't even afford the food here off your, what is it? 10% employment bonus?" I turned to look at Paul who had stopped shaking and was smiling like he'd won the lottery. "Something funny dear?" I asked glaring at him.

I couldn't help it.

I was absolutely furious that this asshole judged us just because we were from La Push. La Push people weren't poor, they just loved tradition and weren't swayed to accept how the world is now and change. Fucking asshole.

I grabbed my purse, looked in my wallet at shoved a 50 dollar bill down the waiter's throat.

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"Well I now know not to spoil you by wining and dining. What did the police say? No coming within 50 miles radius?" Paul laughed as we were driving back to La Push after eating at a small pub. I leaned back in my seat and huffed.

"I can't believe that little bastard only got fired. He should have been thrown to the wolves over that racist comment." I said still slightly angry.

"Trust me babe, you angry? He was thrown to a whole pack of wolves." Paul laughed again. Probably laughing at him trying to pry me off of the sun of a bitch.

"AND another thing! You're a dick too. How dare you pull me away from him, he deserved everything I was going to give to him."

"No, you would have killed him, I felt how angry you were, you weren't thinking straight."

"I was too, I would have just gave him a slight beating." I said trying to sell him on the idea. He chuckled.

"Ya right, it was probably worse since I was mad and you could feel my emotions." Wait a second.

"That's right! Maybe that was why my hand was turning red and I was shaking really fast but didn't change."

"No, you're hand was red because you punched him the nose and almost broke it, and you didn't phase because you weren't angry enough too. Our anger was mixed together, so it only made you go crazy because you couldn't release it by phasing or slightly changing in your case." Paul said.

I think he just got more attractive.

"How did you know that?" I asked smiling at how sexy he was when he showed his intelligent side.

"Sam told me a while ago that us being imprints would be crazy, I just put the rest together." He shrugged.

A few minutes later Paul pulled up to my house.

"Well I can't say the date was boring," I smiled up at him. He smirked.

"Did you think it would be? I mean I am you're date after all." I rolled my eyes.

"I think I should work on making you more humble." I said leaning over to him.

"Never gunna happen." he closed the distance between us and kissed me.

The kiss was full of fire and I loved and hated it all at once.

I loved it because it felt so right; it felt like home and I never wanted to stop.

I hated it because if I wanted us to be a normal couple it needed to stop; what type of person has sex on the first date? Not the type of person I was.

I pulled away from him and smiled, he smiled back though I could see a little disappointment in his eyes.

"I know, I know you want us to be normal." He said taking the words right from my lips. I nodded my head.

"Exactly, I'll see you tomorrow." I kissed him again, "I love you baby." He smiled like he always did.

"I love you." I kissed him one more time than got out of the car and walked the few steps to my front door.

When I walked inside my house I remembered that my parents went out and took my brothers with them. I really didn't want to be alone right now.

If I was alone, that would give me time to think and I didn't want to think about the love of my life because then that would lead to the kiss in the car and the kiss in the car would have lead to beautiful sex that I wanted.

I walked upstairs, went to my room and threw off all of my clothes so I could have a shower. When I got to the bathroom I turned on the radio and hopped in. At first the shower seemed to take my mind off of Paul, but it didn't last for long. The hot water reminded me of the heat of his body on mine, and then the music changed from house music to "Nobody does it like you" by Sean Desman.

UGH.

Fuck being normal.

Paul and I would never be normal.

We were imprinted by some magical force; our best friends were wolves for crying out!

Yup fuck being normal.

I turned off the water, quickly wrapped a towel around me and rushed off to my room.

I quickly grabbed black shorts and a burgundy tank top and rushed out of my room, running down the stairs and out the door. After locking the front door I then took off to Paul's house.

When I got there I didn't even have to knock on the door.

"Jayla? What's wrong?"Paul asked his 'overprotective face' coming to show.

I didn't even respond, I just jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissed him with everything I had in me.

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My back was against the soft comforter he had on his bed, my eyes were only one place.

Looking into his.

There were so many things different about this time than any other time.

The look in Paul's eyes this time wasn't lust.

It was love.

The way Paul touched me wasn't because he was being driven by lust.

He was being driving by all the passion he felt for me.

I could see everything.

His eyes told me everything I ever needed to know and more.

He kissed me long and passionately almost making me beg he took me right then. He broke away and kissed all down my face to my collarbone, he then made his way to the cleavage that my tank top showed and looked me in the eye. I nodded. He then took my top and threw to only god knows where. Something I loved about him was that he always asked for permission, even if I was the one to act on our sexual tension he always asked for permission.

"Paul, you don't need permission to love me." I whispered. He looked back up at me and kissed me.

I kissed every surface that was Paul Lahote. I took his shirt off and threw it and continued placing hot kissed down his perfectly chiseled body. I stopped when I got to the top of his shorts and pulled them off. When I did I kissed the top of his head, and then proceeded into placing as much as I could into my mouth. This being the first time I've ever done it- mostly because I thought it was gross, but because Paul was someone I loved I just went with my instincts of licking around the circumference and putting one hand on his penis and the other held his balls. Judging by the reaction he liked it because he began thrusting his hips into my mouth and groaning quite loudly.

Suddenly he stopped me.

"If you don't stop, the first time I cum won't be when I'm inside you." He said.

He then flipped us so my back was once again on the bed and he was on top of me. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me like he never wanted to stop. I didn't realize my shorts were off until I felt a finger enter me. I moaned as he started playing with my clit. He then moved his lips from mine and began kissing down my body until he was met with my sex.

I was in the heaven when I felt his tongue enter me.

He expertly licked and sucked the right places and I was shaking from pleasure.

I pushed him away from me before I mentally burst.

"Paul please." I said my voice barely a whisper looking into his eyes.

He leaned over and kissed me as he entered me.

We both broke away moaning.

His hands laced with mine as we met each other's thrust.

Before all we had was sex.

This time?

We made love and I have never felt more complete than with Paul Lahote.

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The next morning I woke up with Paul staring at me smiling, I smiled back and then leaned over to kiss him.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting to wake up to this gorgeous sight?" he asked me after returning my kiss.

"My guess would be, a few weeks?" I asked giggling. Sue me I was happily in love.

"Forever." He took me in his arms and kissed me everywhere.

As I looked at him and around the room I realized something.

This would soon be our room.

This would soon be our house.

I'd get to wake up like this every morning and I couldn't be happier.

Paul was mine.

Paul made me complete.

And my soul was tied to his.

Forever.

A/N: YAY! THE LAST CHAPTER! I hope you guys now understand why I chose the picture I did for this fanfic. This chapter is so emotional lol! I loved this story so much and now it's over. Any ways let me know if I should do an epilogue?

P.s you couldn't really expect Paul and Jayla to go out on a normal date could you? Hahaha Hope you guys liked it – Aaliyaahxoxo