Your Love's A Drug

A/N: OH EM GEE! Thank you all so much! I got so many reviews! I was like…crazy happy! Hahaha I was really scared that people wouldn't like it, but so many people did! I want to say a big "Thank You," to everyone who reviewed and alerted or foavorited this story! I hope that you will all continue to read and review! Also, I apologize that this is a bit late, and also if someone reviewed and I didn't reply to it! I try and get to everybody, but I have four stories in progress so it is kind of hard to keep track! So, here is chapter two! I hope that you enjoy and review!

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Remember Me Now?

Paul's POV

"Aw c'mon kid, just try it!" I said in an attempt to convince Seth, or one of his two friends, to do something.

"No way Paul!" Seth shook his head furiously. "There is no was in hell you're going to get me to do that!"

"Aw c'mon, all you have to do is go over to Quil…and pull his pants down." Jared explained the situation once again.

Quil and Embry were the pranksters of our little "pack", and we were just trying to get 'em back for all of the pranks that they played on us. We came to Seth knowing that we would be able to convince him, or one of his little friends, to do it for us. It would take a bit of time to try and persuade them, but it would get done before the end of this bonfire is done.

"Aw shit," Jared spoke in an annoyed tone, "here comes Leah."

I put on a small smile as I watched Leah Clearwater stomp her way towards us. She had been such a bitter bitch ever since Sam left her for Emily. It wasn't like Sam had chosen to leave her, he couldn't help it. It was a wolf thing, and he just couldn't fight it. Emily was his life now…even if she was Leah's cousin. Even though she is a bitch, I have to say, Leah is pretty hot.

"Paul, what did I tell your dumb ass about trying to get them to do your dumb fucking ideas?" She nearly yelled at me.

I wasn't surprised when nobody turned to see what was happening. Everyone had grown used to her temper.

"Aw Leah it was all in good…" I began to say but then I saw someone standing behind her and I peered over her shoulder to see who it was. I didn't recognize the guy. He had the same short hair that every member of the pack had, as well as the same tanned skin that everyone on the rez had. And his chocolate colored eyes were…I just lost my train of thought. It didn't matter though as long as I was looking into his nice eyes….whoa. What the fuck? Oh shit did I just….

I felt my cheeks heat up and my eyes widened. I had to talk to Sam NOW! I turned to leave without bothering to finish my conversation with Leah. I let a long string of curses out under my breath as I left.

"Hey…HEY! I'm not done with you!" Leah yelled after me.

I ignored her madness and continued my trek to Sam. I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the bonfire.

"H-hey? Paul what the fuck!" He scolded me in his usual husky commanding tone.

"I'm sorry…but this is an emergency…like a wolf emergency." I said, explaining my actions.

He immediately went from frustrated, to understanding, "What happened?"

"W-who is that guy standing over there with the Clearwater kids?" I asked in a low tone to make sure that no one would be able to hear except for Sam and me.

Sam looked towards him curiously before turning back to me, "That's Jacob Black, Billy and Sarah Black's son. Why?"

Do I tell him? Do I just use the 'I was just curious' excuse? What do I say? He would find out eventually…aw, the hell with it.

"I think I imprinted on him." I whispered again.

Sam let out a low chuckle as he patted me on the back, "Good luck with that." He began turning to walk away.

"Sam!" I began following him back to the bonfire, "What do I do?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. It would probably be wise to talk to the kid. Just an idea." He chuckled.

How could be laugh at me, I'm a nervous wreck right now. I've just imprinted…on A GUY! Oh God, this is not happening right now! Of all the people in La Push, I had to imprint on a freaking GUY! I didn't understand this shit at all.

I turned my head to sneak a peek at the boy named Jacob and saw him talking to the Clearwater kids and the other two kids whose names I couldn't remember. As I watched one of the two other guys there touch Jacob, I felt anger and jealousy rise inside of me. A low growl rumbled out of my mouth, and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew that it was Sam, and I turned my head back towards him.

"Calm down. I know that you have a temper, and I understand that you may get a bit jealous, but control yourself." He advised me. I noticed that Emily was standing next to him giving me a sympathetic smile.

I looked down at the sandy ground and slowly nodded. He was right, I was known for my short temper. I wasn't quite sure what was happening, but I decided that I should go and try talking to him. I looked back towards him and caught him laughing. He looked so cute with that big smile on his face.

I took in a deep breath before turning and beginning to walk towards him.

"Good luck!" Emily and Sam both cheered happily.

Ugh, I could only wish that I could have a relationship like theirs…well minus the bitchy ex I guess. I took in a deep breath and then walked over to his little group. Jared tried to catch my attention, but I ignored him and continued on towards my imprint.

Once there, all conversation seemed to stop and they all just looked at me like I was some kind of alien.

Jake's POV

"What do you want?" Leah snapped at him.

He didn't seem to be hurt or anything as his eyes wandered over the group, but continuously came back to me.

"Hey, I uh….I just wanted to say that I'm….s-sorry." He stuttered through the word as though it was hurting him to say it.

Leah's face twisted in confusion, "Paul…what the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you apologizing?"

"Well…I guess for trying to get Seth to do my dirty work." He said, his eyes still drifting to me on every other word.

"Oh." Was all she said, she seemed a little bit too stunned to say anything.

Seth smiled, "It's okay."

Paul seemed to smirk before turning all of his attention towards me, "Um…hi. I don't think that we've met."

He extended a hand and I just kind of…stared at it for a second. Did he seriously not remember me? I certainly remembered him. I mean, sure, I didn't recognize him when I first saw him, but I sure as hell remembered him as well as all of the hell that he put me through as a kid.

I looked up from his hand to glare at him, "Oh, we've met." I said bitterly.

He seemed hurt by my words as he withdrew his hand, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure…what? Don't you remember me?" I asked him, even though I kind of already knew the answer.

He began thinking for a second, before shaking his head again.

"Well, it was a long time ago. Let me refresh your memory. I was six and you were eight. I would be having fun with the other kids, but you made sure to ruin it all. You had beaten me up pretty good a few times, hell; you were the reasons why I began to hate this place. You made my life a living hell, so don't try and be friends now. You burned that bridge twelve years ago."

His took in a deep breath and seemed to be unable to speak. He nervously scratched the back of his neck before looking back up at me.

"Remember me now?" I asked with mock sincerity.

"Look, I'm really sorry about that. Maybe we can…"

"Start fresh? I don't know about that." I shook my head slowly before looking back up to see his pained expression. "It was nice seeing you again Paul." I smirked before turning my back towards him and pulling Leah away, and back to the water.

We walked along the coast line in a comfortable silence.

"Wow." Leah finally broke the silence with a chuckle, "And I thought that I was a bitch. That shit was ice cold Jake!"

I laughed along with her, "Yeah, I guess that it kinda was. But he deserved it." I said with a nod.

"Yeah I guess." She chuckled again, "What a way to make a first impression huh?"

After a few more minutes of small talk I decided to head home. It was getting fairly dark, and I was obviously the only one from my family who wasn't have the best time of the year here. Leah and I exchanged cell phone numbers so that we would be able to contact each other tomorrow. I happily walked back into our new home, unlocking the door with our hidden spare key, and immediately went up to my room. I changed into a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt and flopped down onto my comfortable bed. I plugged my headphones into my ears and then hit the play button on my iPod. I was surprised that I didn't have to use it at all tonight, but I always listened to my music before bed, it sped up the falling asleep process.

It didn't take long before I drifted off into a comfortable sleep. My dreams were filled with all of the things that I had left behind in California. I knew that I would miss everything and everybody but I had to make this small sacrifice to make my family happy. I knew that this would be hard to get through, but eventually I would get used to it.

I woke up to with sluggish movements. I tried wiping the sleep from my face by scrubbing my hands over my face. It didn't work out so well. I plugged in my iPod to recharge it for a bit, and then went downstairs. I found Rachel fumbling with the coffee maker in the kitchen.

"Good morning!" I greeted, causing her to jump slightly.

"Good morning…" she paused, still fumbling with the coffee maker, "do you know how to work this damn thing?"

I chuckled as I moved over to the coffee machine and pushed the power button to start the process.

"Oh." She said sounding frustrated. "Why did you leave so early last night?"

"I was just kind of tired from the trip I guess. I mean, sleeping in a car wasn't exactly the best." I scratched the back neck nervously for some reason. "Also because I ran into Paul Meraz again."

Rachel's face lit up, "Oh my goodness, he is soooo HOT!"

My eye twitched, "What?"

"He is so sexy! Did you see his body last night? DAMN!" She giggled.

Was she seriously gushing about the guy that made my childhood summers a living hell? I ran through the conversation once more in my head…yup. She was. I'm sure that she didn't quite remember Paul beating me up as a kid, but this was a tad too much for me right now.

"I'm going for a run." I said before leaving the kitchen and heading back up towards my room.

I changed into a pair of black running sweats with white stripes going up the sides and a white sweatshirt that I always wore when I went running. I put on my running shoes and grabbed my iPod off of the charger before heading out of the house.

I plugged my headphones into my ears again and restarted the song that was already in progress. I turned up the volume and put it in my pocket before beginning my morning run. Drums and a bass began filling my ears before Amy Winehouse began singing.

"Meet you downstairs in the bar and her

Your rolled up sleeves in your skull t-shirt"

I loved this song. I loved the feeling of running around in the cold morning air. It totally canceled out the rising temperature of my exercising body. Only a few sweat beads formed on my forehead as I took in deep breaths. I wiped the sweat away and looked around at my surroundings. Houses, trees, and clouds. Every house seemed different though, and the more I thought about it, the less and less I cared. Eventually I had to stop to take a breather. I wasn't really aware of how long I had been moving, all I knew was that Amy Winehouse was long gone. I looked up at the grey clouds letting the cold morning air wash over my face. I looked around once again, trying to get used to my surroundings and that's when I saw Paul. He was walking out of a house that was painted an odd yellow color. He held a trash bag, and was walking out to the trash can that was sitting on the curb. He hadn't seen me yet since he kept his gaze on the floor that he was walking on. I watched every step that he made, and for some strange reason, I found myself hoping that he would look up and see me. When he placed the trash bag in the can and then finally looked up and saw me standing there, taking in deep breaths.

Now I had a decision to make.

Do I go and try talking to him? Or do I continue my run and act as if I never saw him?

Decisions, decisions.

A/N: Okay! There it is! Done! Hahaha I hope that you enjoyed it! So, I'm not to sure whether or not I should have Jake stop and talk to Paul in the next chapter or not. So let me know what your thoughts are about that! And please review! It really motivates me to continue writing this story! Thank you so much for reading!

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