7 months later

As quickly as my answer to Seth was, my school year had come to an end. Going along with it had been winter, spring and soon summer. Much like my eighteenth birthday, my wedding day was only a week away now.

My parents knew I would have no problem with keeping up with my Senior studies. But I had a feeling they also pushed the wedding so soon, because they were worried I would go back out to Paul.

Although Seth and I were to wed and already had slept together, we were set some rules. No sexual contact until marriage. Become "reborn virgins" until then.

Which between you and I was very hard to do.

"So can I see my dress today?" Asked Mulan as we sat for class.

I smiled and shrugged. "If you'd like." I had asked Mulan to be my maid of honor for my big day, my mother and aunt had done the finished touches to her dress last night.

"Hannah I think theres something you should know." Mulan whispered.

I nodded to her and smiled. "Tell me later okay?" I said.

She looked at me worried and nodded.

I looked down at my ring finger, and admired the ring Seth had gave me.

And all I could think of, was Paul.

I missed him..

The first two months were the worst. Even though I love Seth, and the "imprint pull" had defintly increased, I could never let the phrase "what if" die down.

Jacob was frequently around the house, because of my mother.

I suspected they were dating, but I didn't really ask. Everytime I had a chat with Jacob, I expected him to send me a message from Paul.

But he never did say anything, and I never asked, not wanting to sound desperate.

By the time school was over, and Emmett was already geared up for his practice. I was to wait for him at the green table, that Paul had found me at once.

Mulan was going to keep me company, after she went to one of her club meetings.

I had my advanced calculus book open before me in my hands, I was reading the same page of instructions over and over out of pure boredom.

I yawned loudly. Muffling my hearing for a second, but I swore I heard someone say my name.

So when I turned to see Paul, I was caught way off guard.

My jaw dropped along with the calculus book. Allowing me to look away and nervously pick it up.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked him.

I saw his adams apple move, as he swollowed.

"I uh... how are you?" he asked.

"Good, good, good." I said nodding. "And you?" I asked.

"Much better." he said.

The awkward tension was unmistakable.

I started playing with my hair shyly, allowing him to see the ring Seth had gave me.

He grabbed my hand, sending chills down my back, and goosebumps to erupt all over my body.

He brought my hand closer to his face, as he examined the ring.

He smirked before letting go of my hand.

"Congratulations Hannah, I know you will make Seth a very happy man." he said.

"He is." I said quickly. I regretted those words, after I saw the pained look on his face.

He nodded once.

"When is the big day?" he asked.

"Next Saturday."

"As in.. eight days from now? I didn't know it was that soon."

"I'll be eighteen on Thursday, so I'll be of age to legally get married by then."

He nodded, looking away. He put his hands into his pockets, biting down on his lip.

"I'm surprised Jacob didn't tell you."

"Jacob doesn't speak past the terriotory line to us, when he's home." Paul said.

"Oh.. well he's attending the wedding, you and the boys are more then welcome to come. We're doing it at my house, my family has been busy planning the whole arranging... its sounds like it'll be nice." I said.

"Thanks." he said. I could tell he was forcing the smile he had. "I might be busy that day, but I'll try. None the less congratulations Hannah Clearwater. I am sure you will live a very happy and fruitful life." he said as he brought my hand to his lips. He gently kissed it and let go.

"Thank you." I said uncomfortable once again

"Good bye Hannah." he said walking past me. I turned to see where he was going, and noticed Mayleen waiting at the school entrance, she was in her cheerleading uniform.

"I wish happiness for you." he said over his shoulder, before jogging over to Mayleen, and past Mulan who was walking over to me.

Mayleen smiled from cheek to cheek as he reached her, and picked her up into a hug.

"Paulieeee!" she squealed.

Then and there my heart, felt like it had broken into a million little pieces.

"Thats what I wanted to tell you. They've been dating for two months now. I hadn't brought it up any sooner, because he had never came around. But I over heard Mayleen tell my mom she would be home late, because Paul was coming for her today." Mulan said as she stood in front of me.

I could feel my eyes wanting to tear up, but I held it back. I smiled at Mulan and nodded.

"Thats great. I know how much your sister likes him." I said picking up my calculus book, and putting it into my book bag.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked, tryng to ignore Mayleens happy little squeals and giggles.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I said in a tone, that not even I convinced myself.

"Okay. But what about Emmett?" she asked.

"We can wait for him in the car, he should be out any minute now."

Just as I said that, we heard the schools door slam open. Emmett jogged down the stairs, but not before he looked over at Paul and Mayleen.

"Ugh, get a room." I heard him say, as he continued to walk over to us.

"Oh trust me, we will." Mayleen said. "Now run along child, your slut- I mean sister is waiting for you."

"Stop it." Paul said to her.

Emmett turned around to look at Mayleen. He dropped his bookbag down to the ground.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"You heard me, what are you going to do? hit me?" Mayleen asked crossing her arms.

"Emmett come on, just let it go." I said picking up his bookbag and pulling him along with me.

"Bitch you seriously need to get off the haterade." Emmett yelled over at her.

I heard Paul snicker, as I pulled Emmett along with me, Mulan followed behind us to my car.

Once inside Mulan burst out laughing. "Haterade?"

Emmett nodded. "Yeah. You don't get it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Your something else."

I pulled out the parking lot, trying my best not to take one more look at Paul. After all, who knew when the last time I would see him, would be.

I snuck a look over at him, he bowed his head once to me, before walking hand and hand with Mayleen.

Of course he's dating her... they both make the perfect couple...

PAULS POV

"Oooh Paul." Mayleen said, as she placed my hand on her breast. She continued at her pace on me, grinding her hips fast on me.

I pulled my hand away quickly and pushed her to the side, off me.

"What?" she asked sitting up.

"Nothing." I said sitting up and running my hand through my hair.

"Weren't you enjoying it?" she asked

"Yeah, its just.. I lost the mood." I said to her honestly.

"Why?" she asked coming closer to me. She tried kissing my neck, but I shook my head hard, like a dog.

"Stop." I said to her.

She stood quit for a moment. "FINE! Get out!"

I rolled my eyes. "So its okay for a girl to tell a guy to stop, but not the other way around?"

"When the hell have I ever said to stop when you fuck me?"

"Nevermind." I said pulling my boxers and pants up.

"THEN GO!" Mayleen screamed.

"I am." I mumbled.

HANNAHS POV

"Hey grandpa." I said accepting Grandpa Charlies hug.

He had packed on a few pounds since I last saw him. His once dark mustache, now had a white hue to it. He was aging alright, but gracfully none the less.

Now with a week away from my big day, my family were now busy clearing, demolishing, and building the perfect setting at home. And as the bride to be, I was sent over to my grandfathers so I wouldn't see anything yet.

"You need help kiddo?" he asked trying to walk down his front steps.

I snorted, "I think your the one who needs the help now." I said carrying in my luggage without any problems.

"Ouch, I'm not that old yet. Hows your mother doing?" he asked.

"Good. She's been spending a lot of time with Jacob." I said putting down my bags by the front door.

"Oh?" he asked amused.

I had heard that he was never to fond of my father Edward.

"Yeah, I don't know... I don't ask." I said.

"Is Edward okay with it?" he asked.

"I'd assume so, I've found him and Jacob watching games, and talking before. So where am I staying?" I asked.

"In your mothers old bedroom. I put some fresh bed sheets and pillows for you. I made sure to get the television programed too." he said.

"Sweet. I'll be right back then, I'm going to go settle down." I said.

"Well actually I was planning to go to bed already."

I looked over at the clock on the wall.

"But its only 9:30" I said with a lifted brow.

"I have to wake up at five for work kiddo. But I promise we can do some cathcing up after work. Your mother made sure to get enough groceries, I'm sure you can fix yourself something to eat no?" he asked already walking to his room.

"Yeah no prob. Thanks for letting me crash here grandpa."

He waved his hand dismissvily. "Sleep well."

I made sure all the lights were turned off, and that all the doors and windows were locked, before carrying my luggage up the my mother old room.

Once I had setteled in, I decided to check out some of the CDs my mother had.

And I had no clue who any of the artists were. So I decided on laying down with only the closet light on.

I moved my hand, to put it behind the back of my head, when it brushed against something. I looked at what it was, and noticed a dream catcher.

It looked DIYed, and even had a small wolf pendant on it, and I wondered if maybe it had been a gift from Jacob.

I looked over at the clock on the wall. It read quarter till eleven. I sighed loudly, as I assumed Mayleen and Paul were, or had already slept together. She had said they would be getting a room, when Emmett mentioned it.

Of course he was going to move on, I just didnt' expect it to be this soon, and with Mayleen out of all people.

Maybe he was doing it to get back at me? After all I had, had a change of heart even faster then he did.

But whatever, by next week, I would be married to my little wolf, and that was that.

I turned to lay to my side, and closed my eyes. I must have fallen asleep quickly, cause the next thing I knew, I was awaken a little past midnight.

-Click... click... click-

I frowned as I sat up from bed, looking towards the windows direction, it sounded like someone was throwing small rocks or something at it.

I walked over to it, and pulled the curtains to the sides, and looked out.

Paul was standing outside, he smiled at me.

My heart did a flip. What was he doing here! Maybe I was dreaming?

I pinched myself, and when I realized I was not dreaming, I opened the window.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered down to him.

"I wanted to see you." he called up.

"Why?"

"Come with me." he said.

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

I looked down at him debating if I should or not. And finally after a few more moments, I gave in.

"Give me a sec." I said.

I made sure not to make so much noise, as not to wake up grandpa.

But with how quickly my heart was beating, I felt he could hear it, even from downstairs.

I put on a little bit of makeup quickly, and pulled out a hoodie from my closet, with one last look at myself in the mirror I went to the window.

"Its really high." I whispered down.

"I'll catch you." he said with open arms.

I nodded, climbing out the window, I sat at the windows edge, closed my eyes and jumped.

I landed right into Pauls arms. I looked up to my moms room, I had left the window open.

"My grandpa might come see where the chill in the house is coming from." I said pointing to my window.

He nodded, putting me down. "Stand back." he said.

He stepped back and smoothly jumped on the the tree by the window, he climbed up it effortlessly and without any noise landed on the side of the house. He quickly closed it and jumped back down next to me.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Impressive." I said smiling.

He shrugged.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"I kinna snooped into Jacobs head."

"Does he know your here?" I asked.

"Not yet."

I shuddered. "You know its kind of cold, we could go inside if you want."

He shook his head. "I'm not taking the chances of leaving my scent in there."

I nodded. "Good thinking."

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

I thought about it for a moment, "Not really, but I can really use a hot cocoa."

He smiled. "Okay. Lets go to the diner."

"Buts its to cold to walk right now." I complained

"I brought my bike with me." he said pointing towards the woods.

"But that will just make it colder." I said.

"Here." he handed me his jacket.

HANNAHS POV CONTINUED

"Thank you." I said to the waitress, as she set the white mug in front of me.

"Are you sure your not hungry?" Paul asked, as he drank from his coffee mug.

I nodded. "I'm sure."

I looked down at the hot chocolate inside my mug, and let the whip cream swirl around.

"Do you love him?"

This question made me look up at his heavy eyes.

"I.. of course I love him... I wouldn't be marrying him if I didn't." I said nodding slowly.

He joined my nod, but looked away. He raised his hand signaling for the waitress to come.

I was glad for this short distraction, because I knew if he hadn't called her over, the tension would have already started too soon.

"What can I get for ya sweet heart?" The waitress asked, chewing on her gum.

"Can I just order some biscuits with sausage gravy?" Paul asked.

"Course you can hun. And would you be eating anything?" she asked smiling to me.

I shook my head. "My hot chocolate is just fine."

As soon as she walked away, we were in the silence I was worried for. Our gaze were focused elsewhere but our own, listening to the noises of the kitchen, and the small chat from the very little people out.

I sighed. "Paul... you took me out of bed for us to just sit here in silence. If you have something to say, then just say it already."

"I still love you Hannah."

We both looked up when the waitress came with Pauls order.

"Here ya go hun." she said, putting the plate down. "If you kids want anything else, just let me know."

I nodded and looked down. Paul wasn't touching his plate, but instead I could feel his gaze on me.

I continued to look down, taking sips from my mug. He finally gave into his food and took a few bites.

"If you love me... then why did you get back with Mayleen? Knowing how she is by now, I have no doubt in my mind that you have even already slept with her." I said to him.

He set his fork down lightly, not answering me.

I finally looked up at him and raised my eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

He cleared his throat. "Don't think I did it out of spite, or that I'm trying to get you jealous. I needed a distration, I needed to try and move on from you. You have no idea how the past few months were for me. The pack was getting pissed off with my constant mood swings again, I could tell they were quickly becoming impatient with me. They had to deal with Jakes emotions for a while, and now mine? I didn't imprint on you, but fuck does it feel close to it." He rolled his eyes before continuing.

"That day when I woke up, I followed your scent, until I reached the territory line. I waited there for you for 2 days, waiting for you to appear... and nothing. Jake was the one who had to tell me that Seth had won you over. A month after that, Alexa had this party and Mayleen was there.. I was drunk, and I know this sounds lame, but one thing led to the other, and the next thing I remember I woke up next to her. But I didn't regret it during the time, because I pretended it was you who I was kissing, I pretend its you when I say I love her..." He stopped, as the waitress passed by us, with a few plates for another table.

He was about to continue but I stopped him. "So what do you want? You want me to just pick you over Seth? You want me to just stop the wedding and choose you, knowing you didn't even imprint on me? Knowing that I could hurt Seth far more worse then the night your pack hurt him? You can leave me at any point, when the "one" comes around, but Seth... my Seth has stuck with me since day one."

"I'm not saying anything. Look I already have asked for forgiveness from him, but he just hit me. As for imprinting on someone else, yes it can happen. And yes I would not be able to control it, but I would do whatever it took to make sure I never imprinted on anyone else. Jake had been able to do it, he didn't imprint on your mother, but he would be willing to die for her. I would be willing to do anything for you, but only you can really make the choice. I'm not telling you to leave Seth, I know how much he loves you, but I just wanted you to know, that I still love you. That no matter what, I want to be in your life... even as a friend." he finished.

I finished my hot chocolate. "Nothing is ever going to be okay Paul. The history your pack has with my family is far more deeper then that scar on your neck and ear."

He looked away. "But its okay for Jake to be part of your family right?"

"Thats different."

"How? Edward loves your mom, but she's with Jake. And they are civil to one another. Why can't it be like that with us? Why can't I just be your friend?" he pleaded.

I nodded. "Okay.. and as a friend... I want you to be at the wedding.. as a friend.. I want you to be Seths best man."

His face looked pained. "Why would you do that to me?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"One thing would be having to sit there and watch it all happen, but another is being up there next to Seth, wishing it was me you were saying "I do" to." he said.

I nodded. "Your right. I'm sorry." I started to stand up.

"Where you going?" he asked.

"To my grandpas.. I'm tired... I should be sleeping right now. I'm going to marry Seth in a few days... I shouldn't be out with you." I said.

"I'll take you. It's cold." he said standing up.

I held my hand out. "Please don't. I want to go on my own... I need some time to think."

"But its too cold for you." he said.

"... It's not like I'll get sick. I can't. I'll just run home." I said walking away.

"Hannah wait." Paul called as I reached the door.

I turned to him.

His shoulders dropped, as I knew he had just taken a deep sigh. "Tell Seth I'll be his best man."

A/N

Hello? Does anyone actually even still read this?

The next chap might be the last.