There was only one time that Paul and I ever broke up. It was the fall of my sophomore year at Udub. I know exactly what happened. My husband was an asshole. It was the hardest and most frustrating five days of my entire life. Any idiot could guess that it was hard being away from Paul. No matter how angry I was at the time I loved that bastard. So here I was was kind of single. Every guy friend that I had, thought that it meant that I was open for business and some of my girlfriends told me that I was going to take him back, some told me I needed rebound sex.

Paul is the worst ex-boyfriend you can have because he has his pack members follow me around . Everywhere I was they were there. I needed a break from his intensity. I was young and Paul has this sexual energy about him. It can't be fought. With him if he just gives me a look I'm ready for him. So you might see how difficult it is to have a serious conversation with a sexy-horny teenage werewolf when he's giving you those I-want-to-take-you eyes. I remember the night I left like it was yesterday. I was hanging out with my friend Nahuel, he was a transfer from South America. A very nice guy. Paul had yet to meet him. We had taken to studying in the library for our Chemistry Class. He was a Chemistry major so he was really helping me out. He kind of reminded me of the pack.

Tall, copper skinned, but he was more lean muscular than. Today we were sitting in the Library, he was laughing at my failed attempt at converting matching molecular structure with space saving models.

"They is a very large man walking this way." Nahuel muttered to me. We were the only ones really here in the library, finally were 3 months away. No one was cramming yet. I knew it was Paul by the electricity that flowed through me. The change in the air. I turned to smile at him but he looked angry. Why is he angry? He's in front of me now and glaring down at me.

"Bella." He growled. He turned his glare to Nahuel.

"What is wrong with you?" I snarled at him. He was just being rude.

"What is with you and befriending fucking bloodsuckers?" He grabs my arm pulling me out of my chair. What? His grip stung my arm a little bit. It didn't hurt but it was uncomfortable. I don't like angry Paul, angry Paul doesn't think very much.

"Paul, what are you talking about?" I said steadily trying to calm him.

"I'm talking about the bloodsucker across the table from you right now Bella." He snarled at Nahuel. Nahuel was now glaring back. Please don't try to fight him Nahuel. He's stronger than he looks. And that's saying something.

"Paul he's a nice guy. He's just helping me with my Chemistry work." I attempt to calm him again but he's not listening. His eyes are focused on Nahuel. He's vibrating. It's hurting my arm.

"He's a fucking vampire Bella." Paul growled pulling me behind him. No he wasn't we had touched, he gave me a hug. He was warm, He couldn't be a vampire.

"No he's not Paul. God what is wrong with you." I'm angry now. He's being ridiculous. God Paul your such an asshole.

"Why would you think this?" Nahuel finally spoke but he gave nothing away.

"Because I can fucking smell you, you filthy bloodsucker." He growled. Nahuel took a step back looking scared now. Paul demeanor seemed to finally register with him. Complete fear shown clearly on his face.

"Paul please calm down. You're hurting me." His grip on my arm had become more painful and he was vibrating. He growled loosening his grip.

"God Bella do you fucking look for trouble." He growled dragging me out of the library without a second look at Nahuel.

"Paul I didn't know." I muttered looking down. God he was making feel bad now. How was I supposed to know that. I had seen him in the sun he didn't sparkle. His skin wasn't cold. How could Paul know. I stopped in the street, he stopped as well because he couldn't pull me without hurting me. "How do you know?"

"Because I can fucking smell him. Disgustingly sweet bastard." He said this as if I was an idiot for not noticing. I sighed, I don't want to fight with him right now. I want to go home and forget that this ever happened. He continued to pull me and basically threw me into the car. I sat there silently without saying anything. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. I just can't do this.

He's shaking next to me. I know he won't phase in the car but I recoil as he reaches for me. I don't want him to touch my right now. I just can't handle it. I scoot closer to the door. Sobs now wracking through my body. My breath comes out in gasps. My chest hurts. This is what it always feels like when I reject him. Because this is what he feels.

An effect of the imprint bond. I feel what he feels. At this point I usually give him, let him touch me. Make the pain go away. But I don't want give him. We arrive at the house. I make my way into the house. I head to the kitchen and begin cooking dinner.

"I'm sorry." I heard him whisper from across the room. I don't look up as I begin to chop up the veggies for the stew I'm going to make. I feel his arms on either side of me. I want to push him away. He lips are at my ear. "Bella I love you, I'm sorry." His hands are on my hips. I take a deep breath trying not to give in. I can't let him have this.

"No you're not." I choked out. I dropped the knife leaning heavily on the counter trying to draw some strength. Don't let him do this to you again.

"I went there to surprise you. I got off early I thought I'd take you to dinner. There you were with this guy. I got jealous but then I got closer and I smelled him. I was already pissed. I'm sorry." He pulled me to him and I felt his ever present erection.

His hand dipped into my jeans and panties. His hand slipped through my lips and straight into me. My knees went weak. I was falling right into his trap but at the moment I didn't care. In 2 swift motions I was completely naked. He set me on the counter. He then got on his knees. I felt his hot breath on me.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed. He leaned forward and pulled my swollen clit into his mouth.

"Paul!" I screamed. He then lifted his hand to hold my hips still as I squirmed under his mouth. He then dipped a hand to slide one into me. Curling toward me. I was on fire. My body was shaking. As I stopped squirming as much he reached his hands up to my bare chest. He began to tweak my nipple. My world shattered. It was all so much. As I came down from orgasm, tears began to flow down my cheeks. It always went like this. He would do something wrong and then fixed it by making me feel good. He ignored my tears.

He knows I'm crying but he doesn't stop. I can't tell him no. I can never say no to him. I'm moaning but I'm crying. He fills me and it feels wrong because I don't want this. I want something more stable. I want to us to be stable. I'm always skating on thin ice with him. Maybe today is the day I fall into that freezing cold water. As I reach my climax I know what I'm going to do. He finished quickly he's breathing hard but I'm pushing him off. He finally relents. I hop off the counter. I go into our bedroom pulling on some sweats and a tank top. I grab one of our huge suitcases and throw in my essential. Panties, shirts, dresses, pants, whatever the fuck I feel like. I grab the mini bag for my toiletries. I make my way into the master bathroom and grab those. I slip into my jacket.

"Bella what are you doing?" Paul enters the room just as I zip my bag.

"I'm leaving." I grab my jacket and my Purse.

"No you're not." He chuckled sitting on the bed. He didn't take me seriously. I'll do this because I need him to realize that I'm not one to be manipulated with sex and panty-dropping smiles. I don't respond as I pull my converses on. I walk out the room with my bag without another word. "What the fuck, Bella?" He growled. He's moved from his position on the bed and is storming after me.

"I told you I'm leaving." I sigh grabbing my purse. I also grab my car keys. "I'll be back for the rest eventually."

"No." He said simply as if that was going to stop me.

"You are not my keeper. I can go if I please thank you very much." I open the front door. I struggle to get my stuff suitcase into the truck but I get it eventually. As I make my way to the front of the car. I see Paul glaring me from the doorway.

"Where are you going to go?" He shouts.

"Don't worry about it. And in case me leaving is not a clear enough message Paul Lahote. We. Are. Done!" I exclaim slamming the car door behind me. Now you may be thinking this extreme but this one time too many. I can't do this anymore. Honestly I know that this break up is not going to last but I just need time. I need time that he won't give me if we are still together. Maybe he won't give it to me now. It's just know nothing else has worked.

AN: So I know I've been gone for a while but the school year started and I've been super busy. I thought I'd start with a bit of Drama. I don't own Twilight. I am still looking for a beta if you anyone interested. Thanks for reader.