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A/N: So here is the next chapter, see! I can update regularly! lol! Anyway, thank you so much for the reviews! I love them! Seriously! It's so amazing to get support for something that started out as a joke :P

Anyway, some people have been telling me that Paul only get's angry and that he needs some anger management! I agree but you need to understand that Paul is the volatile one so him only getting angry is something which I deem normal because it's the only way for him to deal with his issues, I'm not saying it's a good thing, but it's the way that Paul reacts!

And about the sequel! One spoiler: College! That's all I'm saying :P But we're not at that point yet so we can all calm down and enjoy this chapter because I have a feeling you guys will like it!

You Made Me This Way

Once back home it was fairly easy to keep myself composed. I was most definitely overwhelmed and I felt like someone just ran over me a few times, mentally of course, and as exhausted as I was I didn't wanna do anything except get back to my room and just crawl into my bed. Mum understood enough while I just knew she muttered, kids these days, but whatever.

"Honey, don't you want dinner?" She yelled up the stairs as I ascended them.

"No mum!" I shouted back. "Not hungry."

"Honey you haven't eaten anything since you left the house today, that's been hours, I rather have you eat something. You're not developing an eating disorder, are you?" My mum suddenly added. I slapped my forehead.

"No mum!" I assured her. "I do not have anorexic tendencies." She was far too frantic when it came to that.

"You sure?" She asked. Even though she was a nurse, tact wasn't always one of her strong points.

I opened the door to my room and pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my jeans. I immediately crawled into bed and held onto the sheets and closed my eyes. So what I smelled bad, so what I needed a shower, I just wanted to get some sleep.

Sleep was welcome. And that's what I did.

I slept and I didn't worry about anything. Never realized how good that could feel once you actually need it.

The next morning I woke up to country music. Most definitely my dad. He loved country music. Especially Country rock, I wasn't so fond of it honestly. I had my favourites but that stopped with Tim McGraw. I crawled out of bed and looked at the clock, it was almost noon. I thought about getting back in, but decided against it. That was a bit too extreme. As I walked to my bathroom and stripped down my clothes I couldn't help but think what happened between Jacob and Paul. Were they alright?

If they weren't I knew Summer or Kim would let me know, right? I stood underneath the hot water and as it relaxed my muscles I let my mind drift off. I needed to talk with Paul. That was for sure. I needed to know whether he imprinted on someone or not. Because if he hadn't I wouldn't get in the way in case he would, and if he had I still wouldn't get in the way. Pretty selfless huh?

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel and started to wipe myself dry. I quickly picked out my clothes. Simple dark blue denim jeans and a brown top. I wore a long-sleeved white top underneath as the brown top was low cut and sleeveless. I tied the pink ribbon around my waist tighter and pulled on white ankle socks before I grabbed the hairdryer. I didn't understand why I was dressing up; I wasn't seeing anyone, anyway.

But I let myself go and even went through the trouble of straightening my hair. It hung halfway my shoulders and I clasped the front of my hair at the back so I wouldn't come in my eyes. Next was make up, but since I only used a bit of eyeliner and mascara I was quickly done. When I looked into the mirror I realized that I looked a bit pale. Maybe because of the excitement?

As I went down to the living room the music became louder and I realized that it was Dancing When the Stars Go Blue by Tim McGraw coming out of the speakers. I smiled at my mother's enthusiasm when she saw me.

"I knew this song would get you out of bed." She grinned and I smiled back. I looked around the living room and saw that dad wasn't home anymore. I sighed. When was he ever?

"He left work early today." My mum cleared out and I didn't react. I knew it of course.

"Oh, before I forget sweetheart." My mother continued. "This weekend you're dad is taking me to Seattle, so we'll stay there for two days." I nodded.

"Okay, have fun." I said not so enthusiastically. I could see my mother smile at me as she shook her head.

"You know the rules right?" I nodded my head. I already knew them, they were gone so much I couldn't help but not forget.

"Yes mum." I dragged.

"No parties. No drinking involved in any way. Summer and Kim can come over, or somebody else but no boys, although I think it's okay if Paul came, that boy is such a gentleman." I snapped my head to my mother. She knew Paul and I weren't together anymore, why did she say that than?

"Mum, Paul and I aren't together anymore. You know that, right?" I clarified.

"He called this morning. Quite a few times. Much to your father's dismay. Anyway, I told him you were still sleeping and it would be better to come over. He'll be here in an hour and I'll be leaving in a few minutes so that will give you some time alone." My mum looked immensely smug and I felt a rush of anger. I stood up.

"MUM!" I shouted. "You can't do that without my permission? He was my boyfriend and he broke up with me. Don't you see it's extremely painful if he came over?"

"But honey, he sounded really upset and I think it would be better to talk and clear up a few things. I know I shouldn't do this but don't think I haven't seen you the past few weeks." My mother said as she walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulder in a reassuring way. "You've been miserable, and you're my daughter. I want to see you happy. If that means I need to play match maker, so be it." She added and with that she grabbed her purse and quickly pecked my forehead.

"Listen to the boy." She said. "Or else you'll regret it." I sighed as I heard my mother leave the house and I sank back into my seat. At some point my mother may be right. But I didn't like the fact that she just smacked my face right into it. I wanted to talk to Paul but not like this. I needed more time. I was alright with that, why couldn't others be?

Before I knew it an hour had passed and all my thoughts of just leaving the house left my mind and unease crept up. I got up and moved to the door where I waited. I didn't have to open the door. I could just let him be, but it would've been mean if I didn't do anything. I wasn't mean. I took a deep breath and opened the door to reveal the person I was dreading to see.

Paul Matson.

He looked nice today; he was wearing a simple black shirt with dark denim jeans. Simple yet effective. I sighed and stepped back so he could get in. We didn't say much, in fact we didn't speak at all and for some reason it didn't feel that uncomfortable. He walked into the living room and I motioned him to sit down.

"Jules, I know you don't want to talk right now but just hear me out." Paul began. I kept my face blank as I forced myself to listen.

"You've got the whole thing wrong. I know what I did was wrong but you have to believe me, I didn't have a choice. It was for your own good."

"Don't you think that it would've been better if you let me decide that on my own?" I responded coolly. I crossed my arms as I stood on the other side of the room. I saw something flash in his eyes and he wiped his face with his hand in exhaustion. It wasn't going the way he had planned it.

"But I didn't want you in the middle of it all. You could've been in danger, with all the vampires running around." I blanked out the rest. All those vampires? There were more? Here? In La Push? Right now? I felt my breathing accelerate.

"You see?" Paul exclaimed as he grabbed my arms and pulled me into a chair. "This is why didn't tell you. You're so damn vulnerable; I didn't want to burden you with it. Besides, it's under control." So it was a nice thought, him being thoughtful, yet he managed to call me vulnerable.

So it still felt like betrayal.

"Paul, you deliberately kept me away from all the secrets, you-you broke up with me because you thought I couldn't handle it. So why should I listen to you now?" I asked as I pulled away from him. I ignored the hurt in his eyes and focused on my feet instead.

"Look, I know you're angry but like I said before, I had to break up with you, I didn't want to, but I had to." Paul sounded aggravated.

"You didn't want to?" I scoffed. That sounded hard to believe. "But you had to?"

"Julie?"

I cut him off. "That's a load of crap and you know it. If that's the best you can come up with than you should go. Because I can't deal with-"

"I broke up with you because you were a liability." Paul hissed. I took a step back. So that was the true catalyst behind it all. I simply wasn't worth it. Tears burned in my eyes and I looked at Paul through blurry eyes. I heard him sigh.

"That came out wrong. I d-didn't mean it." Paul said. "I'm sorry Jules, it's just. Sometimes I don't get the way your mind works."

"My mind works?" I blurted out. "Have you ever thought about the way your own mind works? You're the one that breaks up with your girlfriend because you're too scared to say the truth and than goes to other trashy girls just to get lucky. I don't see the sense in that?"

"Those girls were a mistake. It was stupid, I know! But I only did that to keep you away, because I know you would confront me anyway, I thought that if I stayed with other girls you wouldn't come to me." Paul responded back. He tried to pull me towards him but I moved behind the couch. Him on the other side.

"Don't!" I hissed. "You should've given me more credit than that! I told you that if you honestly told me how you felt I would've left you alone. But apparently that wasn't enough."

"Julie, I know you. It wouldn't be enough because I thought you knew that I did love you."

He loved me? I put my hand over my mouth as I tried to grasp that. It sounded like a lie if I was honest. Because he told me that he didn't love me anyways and I wasn't stupid enough to pursue him after that. I didn't need him to walk all over my heart and smash it.

"You t-told me…" I trailed off. "You didn't love me." He walked to me and I didn't move away this time. He put his hands on my shoulders pulling me closer to him. I could smell his husky scent and it was comforting and familiar. It reminded me of the way things were before.

"I lied." Paul confessed. I pulled away. No, I couldn't live with that. If he didn't love me, it was easier to move on, but with him loving me, and us being apart, I couldn't do that. I didn't want him to be in that situation when he would imprint.

"No." I shook my head. "You don't love me."

Paul's eyes stood surprised and I saw him fumble with words. His hands were shaking slightly and I realized that he was trying to hold in his anger. I sincerely hoped that he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him.

"Julie I-I don't understand."

"You don't love me." I began. "Because when you imprint, you would have to choose and we both know who you would chose." Realization dawned upon him and I saw him narrow his eyes.

"And you don't need to worry about me telling your secret. Don't worry about that. The secret is safe. Besides, if it helps, I think I'll be able to get used to it. But for now I think you should go." I said casually. My voice was cracking slightly but I managed to keep it under control.

"You silly girl." I looked up hearing his voice.

Before I knew it Paul stood before me, his hands on my face as he pulled me in for a kiss. I didn't have time to react or grasp what was going on because I found out I was kissing him back as enthusiastically. His hand moved down my back and to compensate with the height difference he quite literally swept me off my feet. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I felt him pry open my mouth and I immediately obliged wanting to taste him again because it was far too long ago.

The whole situation should've set me off immediately but somehow it felt so right and with the whole familiarity thing going on I couldn't help but move with him the way we did before. I didn't protest when I felt my back on the couch or when he was on top of me. I didn't protest when I felt his warm hands under my shirt, drawing circles. I didn't protest when he pulled away and started to kiss my neck instead. The way he moved to my throat made all coherent thoughts go away.

I reacted by pulling his shirt over his head wanting to feel the warm skin on my hands. I held on to his shoulders, being able to cling to them again and arched my back when I felt him pull my shirt over my head. His mouth only pulling away to get rid of the peace of clothing. I was still wearing my white top underneath it but for some reason I couldn't wait to get rid of that. I pulled him in for a kiss again and something in my stomach tightened painfully. But it was a good kind of painful.

I felt his hands trail down my side to my hip and his hand gripped my hips while the other was still on my stomach moving closer to my chest. I decided to take my own initiative and pulled on the hem of my top before discarding it. I knew that this wasn't the right thing to do but it didn't hit me yet. And till then I was fine with whatever was going on.

The whole thing was going way too fast and it was a result of oppressed emotions and deprivation but there was something more in his kisses and I knew that there was something more in my kisses. I wanted Paul, needed him because he was the only person that could make me feel this way. He was the one that made me so impulsive and even though the consequences weren't always positive I liked the fact that he had loosened me up a bit.

I wasn't the same girl I was before I met Paul. And I was fine with that.

"Paul." I breathed out as I pulled away due to lack of air. His hands were being painfully gentle and I couldn't help dig my nails in to his back. He only reacted in a good harsh way.

His body heat was making me breathless and there were a few black spots in my vision but I couldn't help but want him closer to me. His hand went to my thigh as he gripped it tighter. His other hand was on the small of my back moving to the clasp of my bra. His mouth was on my throat and was only going lower. His teeth grazed my skin and I realized I was breathing far too loudly, gulping air but than I realized I wasn't the only one.

His hand let go of my thigh and I felt his hips press in to mine. Oh oh!

Of course reality had to hit me right now. My eyes snapped open and I let my hands go limp on his chest. This wasn't what we should be doing. Before I knew it I started to pull away. Tears burned in my eyes and I had trouble keeping the sobs inside. Paul noticed the sudden change in demeanour and pulled away. His brown orbs looked at me in worry. He saw me struggling to get up and got up himself pulling me with him. I moved away from him to the other side of the couch. I couldn't face him right now. This was the farthest we've ever been and even though it felt right, it wasn't. He couldn't do that to me. Not like this, not now.

"Was it too much?" I heard his voice and I couldn't help but feel angry by the way he reacted. Was he that ignorant?

"You can't do that!" I snapped getting off the couch and picking up my clothes. I quickly put on my clothes and looked at Paul in anger. "That was uncalled for."

"I wasn't the only one doing it Julie, you can't just blame me."

"You're the one that came on to me, what'd you expected me to do?" I hissed back. I heard him sigh exasperatedly and I felt tears run down my face.

"You should go. I don't want to keep you here."

"So that's it?" Paul snapped. He looked at me and I focused my eyes on his jaw instead. I knew he would be mad. I was making it hard for him but he was doing the same thing to me. If not harder.

"That's it." I said trying to sound brave which I wasn't.

"So you had me on spinning around on one foot the whole freaking day and this is all you can say? Damnitt Julie!" His fist landed on the wall next to me and I quickly looked at the damage he had done. I was so screwed! My parents were going to kill me.

"Look, it's not going to work!" I defended myself. I pushed away Paul and moved to the door holding it open. "It's best if you just left!" He glared at me and I felt the sharp stabs in my heart. I had to stay together until he left.

"So I just told you, you're my imprint and this is what you do?" My eyes snapped to his in confusion.

Me being his imprint? That was impossible! But that wasn't possible, an imprint would never be a liability, he was lying. He couldn't be serious? Right? I put my hand to my forehead and held on to the door, my mind was on a rollercoaster and making my head spin around. I tried to take a deep breath but halfway through I felt my throat close up again.

"That's impossible." I choked out. I felt Paul's warm hands on my shoulders as he shook me for another response. I looked at his mouth but the words coming out weren't coherent for me to understand.

"Julie?! What's wrong? I thought you knew! You knew right?" I shook my head numbly as Paul held on to my hands. My hands felt colder than they were and with Paul's heat it only made it more obvious how cold I was. I pulled away and looked at Paul in the eye. I was pushing away any kind of emotion I could possibly feel and made way for determination.

"You're telling me that I'm your imprint." I asked for confirmation. Paul nodded and I found myself nodding with him. "So you're not going to imprint on someone else?"

"That's impossible Jules." Paul scoffed.

"Just answer the question!" I said. Paul's hands found my face as he cupped my cheeks. He pulled me to him and I had to stand on my toes.

"You're my imprint." Paul murmured. I finally let the overload of emotions wash over me.

"Really?" I gasped. I felt tears burn in my eyes again and before I knew it my hands were around his neck and my lips were on his again.

And this time I wasn't planning on stopping soon.

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