AN: Sorry this took a lot longer than expected AGAIN, I am battling a lot of illness and life stuff right now but I am clinging onto this story. I really love the idea I have for this story so much. Please review and excuse any spelling errors as always. I really love hearing your input and what you have to say and appreciate y'all so much! Also PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT 18. I don't like the idea that a child commented and reviewed on a story that will have lemons and already has A LOT of explicit language.

Chapter 2

"Paul, for Christ's sake can you not call me that?! I know you had a full frontal view the other night but I do not like being called stuff like that, okay?" I was fuming, Paul really knew how to piss a girl like me off.

"Hey, tits, don't worry about it. We didn't "DO IT" or anything if you were wondering. Your knight and shining armour Quil saw that you were practically throwing yourself at me and decided you needed to go home. I more than willingly obliged to have him bring you home since I didn't want to take the sloppy drunk girl home. Especially not one throwing herself at me. Ladies line up for this without a drink in sight. So, as flattered as I am, you're going to be sober and you're going to beg for it if you really want this ever." My eyes almost rolled out of my head when he said people line up to have sex with him, just how cocky did he think he was?

After he finished talking I was pissed and highly embarrassed. Of course he had to throw air quotes around do it to solidify his point that I wasn't mature enough to possibly be forward about sex or men. "Just so you know, Pauly." Sarcasm dripped off of my tongue. "I was shitfaced at BEST, and I had no idea what I was doing. I probably would've thrown myself at anyone. You just happened to be the closest to me. Don't flatter yourself, big boy. You'd know if I wanted you. Also, I swear to God refrain from calling me tits, I'm more than just a nice rack, ok?! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to go back to talking to my best friend here, and you're going to do whatever the hell you're here to do."

Paul just sat there a strange look playing across his hazel eyes, a look I couldn't quite decipher. "Honey, you wouldn't know how to approach a man like me if you really did want me. So keep the strong independent woman shit to yourself, cause if you can't walk the walk you shouldn't talk the talk."

A deep permanent scowl erupted across my face. I was pissed and I wanted to punch his stupid dubious smirk right off his face. Thankfully though, I didn't respond so he shut his cocky mouth up.

He waved at Em, genuinely thanking her for the food and drink and headed out the back door again. Emily just smiled back and waved. We sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Emily was sitting in the chair next to me half shocked, half amused. She had an awkward smirk playing across her full lips. She took a deep breath and started talking, "Bells, what on The Spirit's green Earth was that? You and Paul Lahote just flirted in MY kitchen- I could've sworn I was having a brain aneurysm at best and had imagined the whole thing. Y'all hate each other, like stab each other in your sleep cause you can't stand to look at each other, hate. What was all of that?"

I just sighed, "Em that was not flirting. Paul just likes to get a rise out of me and I don't like to let him. He's always messing with my head, but now that he's seen me naked he's taken on a whole new form of psychological torture. Its freaking awful, because I don't know if I told you, but I came home friday and when I woke up, like some kind of magic, I had the world's biggest crush on Paul. I mean Earth shattering, heart wrenching, I don't know what I am going to do about my life, kind of crush. After just seeing him now it's only gotten worse. What the hell could be going on? We all know I hated him until Friday, there has to be something with the pack or the Spirits, or Ancestors, or something. This isn't natural, Em. I don't know what I'm going to do. I do know, though, that Paul is not going to get into this damn pants. EVER. I mean EVER. If it is the last thing that kills me." I huffed out the last few words, losing track of where I was going with the whole rant.

Emily just chuckled like she knew something I didn't, only saying, "We'll see what happens Bells, we'll see."

Paul's POV

What the hell just happened back there, I sighed to myself feeling more conflicted than ever. I just sat there and didn't hate the Leech Bitch herself and actually thought she was a little sexy. I could admit she had a great body, one she definitely took care of, which a lot of women around here didn't. But, there never was a moment that I found her hot. Maybe even endearing. I was seriously confused and slightly turned on.

I was stuck in haze from Emily's all the way to the shop I owned across the Rez. I was the best mechanic in town, even though Jacob Black was a close second. I scooped him up to work for me as soon as I opened up shop. He was a fast learner and quickly learned how I ran things around here, thankfully, since we were both trying to train Seth. I had one other employee, Embry's mom Tiffany who took care of the books like a Pro. To me she was the best office manager in this state, at least I was convinced she was. She helped me get tax breaks and federal grants which really helped the financing in the beginning. We were finally doing really well. I had always dreamed of refinishing vintage cars and I was finally able to make enough money to look into flipping some of the beauties I had picked up at auction. I had a real knack for craftsmanship, so flipping was the next step. Thankfully that craftsmanship didn't go unnoticed, I was the only reputable shop in the greater Forks-La Push area that didn't rob you for your money and/or provide shit service. Jim's place in Forks was going out of business and I almost felt bad. Guilt was something I hardly ever felt, though.

Lately, I had been feeling like something in my life was missing. I had great pack brothers and their imprints, they were the best thing that ever happened to me. I had an insta-family, which was something I wanted the most in life. My dad was a wife beater and an alcoholic who only came back home when he wasn't working out at sea or wasn't passed out in the local watering hole. Mom was a shell of a woman and it started to be too late when I could protect her from Dad. She was already so broken. So, one day one of the fucking Rez rats gave her meth on one of her down swings after she had been beaten and she never gave it up. I tried everything to convince her to quit, until she eventually overdosed when I was 15. That's when dad gave up on coming home, I haven't seen him since and for that I'm thankful.

Now that I have my family, I feel like i'm missing a partner in life. I don't want any of these girls that had been around me before. A bunch of bottle haired bitches who only wanted to be with me because of my looks and my success. Not because of who I was as a person. They never tried to get to know me, no one really did besides the pack. Jared and Sam and I were already close when we phased, but as soon as we were all phased, we became brothers. All the pups were like nephews to me. They looked up to us because we all had our shit together, which wasn't something I could say about a lot of the Rez. Half these guys got high or drunk and caused a shit show and we were always the ones to put them in their place. Sure we drank and had fun but we didn't go around throwing it in peoples faces. As soon as we get our seats on the council things were going to change drastically around here. I was sure of it. I love being Quileute and take pride in where I'm from, which is part of the reason Blood Fucker Bella pissed me off so much. Her love for vampires spat in the face of Quileute culture, she didn't care that they were our enemies. That, of all things was why I had hated her so much. Secondly, I hated that she always seemed to have a stick up her ass, like being little miss swan had been so hard and that her life wasn't damn near perfect.

I started to get angry and noticed the wrench in my hand under the chassis of one of my new projects was bending almost in half. I gasped in shock, praying I didn't break one of my incredibly expensive snap on tools.

Bella's POV

I drove away from Emily's house more confused than I had been all weekend. I had major feelings for Paul. Of that, I was certain. However, there was no chance in HELL I was going to act on them. I needed to ignore him like the plague. It hadn't been hard before, it shouldn't be hard now.

I finally made it home and ran up to my room to pull up my computer. I had to log-on and check my online classes for the week. Finals had just been submitted and I was scared to see my grades. I had decided that going to school online for my degree allowed me a lot more freedom than going in person would. I wasn't ready to move away from Forks or La Push, these towns were my home. I loved the people and the weather, although that took a lot of time to get used to. I never thought that I could feel at home anywhere else, with anyone else. Charlie really stepped up in my time of need when I went catatonic after my Edward shitstorm. Even though I was selfish and self destructive, Charlie loved me through it. Him and I got it together, together. He became the strong father figure I always needed.

Renee had pretty much abandoned me after we both left Phoenix. She had a new life, with her new, young, shiny husband Phil. She was never much of a mother but it hurt nonetheless. I really felt like their had been times when I desperately needed a mom figure. I never quite got that though and she soon stopped calling, her new exciting life swept her away from her old one. I still haven't really gotten over it, and can't really handle to talk about her. Charlie really is the only one who asks anyways. People tend to really take me at face value, instead of trying to dig deeper. I took in a heavy sigh, breathing the crappy feelings a way.

Finally, my courses loaded and I saw that my summer courses had been graded and I was set to graduate in the winter. I had gotten all As! I got up dancing from being so excited tripping on the corner of my bed and twisting my ankle, but I was too happy to care. I was graduating a year early, I couldn't help but to continue jumping from excitement ignoring the pain. I had my student teaching last semester, so I was ready to go teach the second I graduated. My day had just gotten a whole lot better, and oddly enough the only people I wanted to tell were Charlie and uh, Paul. Yeah, right like that would happen, he didn't give a shit, so he didn't need to know.