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Chapter 4: The Right Kind of Wrong

BPOV

As I grabbed Paul's hand and headed back to the beach I felt a stir of emotions flooding over me. I was sad and shocked over what had happened between Jacob and I, but I was excited and nervous about being alone with Paul. There was a tension between the two of us and I didn't know if it was sexual or just the left over adrenaline of him saving me the way he had. We walked in silence towards the beach; he was looking at the ground and shaking his head as if he had done something wrong. What was going on with him? He had saved me from a horrible situation and Jacob from doing something he'd regret. I contemplated if I should break the silence or just forget about what had happened all together.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity I decided to bite the bullet and end the silence.

"Paul, I want to thank you for what you did back there. If you hadn't gotten there when you had, I don't know what would have happened." I said shyly, while I continued to look at the ground.

He remained silent for a moment as if he were trying to figure out what he should say. Finally he replied.

"I'm glad I got there in time Bella, but it was stupid of me to talk to Jacob that way, Sam wont be pleased." He said

What was going on? Was he part of Sam's "gang" too and why would Sam be disappointed about him saving me from Jacob's idiotic behavior, how could that be a bad thing? I was starting to get irritated with all this talk of Sam. Why is he so damn important? Okay, so maybe I'm judging him a bit harshly, but I just don't understand. It seems to me that everything around here is one closely guarded secret. One that I am not privy to. One that I'm more than curious about. If I came outright and demanded some answers, would I get them? These thoughts continued to dance around in my head while I walked aimlessly towards the beach with my very handsome companion.

As we reached the beach, I saw that the crowd had significantly thinned and the only people that remained were a few elders from the reservation. I looked around for Charlie but I didn't see him, Paul just stood there with his hands in his pockets and occasionally kicking the sand.

Finally I spotted Charlie at the end of the beach. He was talking to Sue so I headed over to get him. I saw Paul begin to follow me, but his behavior was starting to get on my nerves. He was beginning to act as if I was a nuisance. As much as his odd behavior was grating on my nerves, I couldn't deny that I felt a strong attraction to him. Of course, I didn't forget about his girlfriend either. God, even saying that word sounded bitter in my mind. He seemed nervous around me for some reason. If I wasn't terrified about his reaction, I was tempted to snap at him. Ugh. I didn't know what to make of it, but this crazy day had to come to an end sometime, and the sooner the better.

"Hey Dad, Sue, sorry to interrupt but its getting late, shouldn't we be going now?" I said as my teeth began to chatter. The cool night air had turned brisk and I was definitely feeling it.

Charlie made a move to remove his jacket and put it over my shoulders, but Paul beat him to it. Sue stood there silently and I could tell by the look on her face that she was disappointed that their conversation had been cut short. Charlie was about to respond to my initial question when he was interrupted.

"Chief Swan, I can give Bella a lift home, its no trouble at all" He said, I could see there was a hint of excitement in his voice. The thought of being alone with Paul made my pulse race, and by the smirk on his face, he knew the effect he was having on me.

I answered yes before Charlie couldn't even mutter an answer, I didn't know what had come over me, but I wanted some time alone with Paul. I tried to keep in mind that he was with her, that person I had come to envy, but it was just an innocent ride home. Just two strangers getting to know each other, no big deal. I just had to keep reminding myself that; easier said than done.

"That would be great Paul," Charlie answered as he gave me an amused look "Can I trust you two to behave yourselves?"

"Dad," I protested. "I'm not a child." I reminded him.

I heard Charlie and Sue chuckling as I turned and headed up the walkway toward Paul's car. It was good for Charlie to have someone to talk rather than staying home watching the sports network all night. And if I'm being honest with myself, Charlie needs a good woman in his life. It's time he got over Renee. You'd think that after twenty years he'd have moved on by now; she certainly had. If the way he was looking at Sue was any indication, I think Charlie might be well on his way to removing Renee from his system.

It didn't take long to get to Paul's car, or truck rather. Ever the gentleman, he opened my door for me, and ushered me in, before he made his way to the drivers side. Once he was settled, we were on our way. I kept stealing glances at him every now and then only to find him staring at me, to which I would blush ten shades of red and look away out of embarrassment of getting caught. The close proximity was doing nothing to lesson his appeal, if anything, I was more aware of him. I had to resist the urge to grab his hand and hold it. Every so often, my hand would twitch in that direction. Thank god it was a short journey home.

As he was pulling into my driveway, I began to unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Thanks for the ride, and for what you did, you know…" I trailed off.

"It was my pleasure, and you don't have to thank me for earlier. Anyone would have done the same."

We kind of just sat there awkwardly staring at each other for a few seconds before I finally turned away and opened the door. I heard his door open and close so I knew he was following me to the porch. I fumbled with the lock , but finally got the door open. As confusing as my feelings seemed to be, I couldn't refuse the idea of inviting him in, so I did just that.

What happened next shocked me. One minute I'm closing the door behind him after he came through the threshold, and the next, my back is pressed against the closed door, with Paul's lips firmly attached to mine. His lips were so warm and soft. My lips were moving frantically in synch with his. His hands started roaming all over my body, caressing, touching. I had never been kissed this way before. When his hands began exploring my breasts, I gasped. I was panting heavily, my chest heaving. I didn't want it to end, but of course it did. Paul released my lips, and rested his forehead against mine. He was breathing just as heavily as I was.

"I'm sorry--" he began, but I cut him off.

"I'm not. That was…wow." I was at a loss for words. I was apparently a fumbling idiot.

He was staring at me so attentively that my heart began to race again. No man has ever looked at me the way he was. It was frightening and exciting, and it made me feel powerful. I felt wanted. I even felt, dare I say it? Loved, as odd as it sounds.

"I shouldn't have attacked you like that, especially after what happened earlier, but I couldn't help myself." He seemed shocked at his own behavior.

I didn't want to be reminded of Jacob. This was a welcomed attack. This was Paul. This was different. This was confusing.

"Would it make you feel any better if I asked you to do it again?" I asked shyly. I don't know where all of this boldness was coming from, but I was going to go with it.

He started laughing at me as he grabbed my hand and guided us in the direction of the living room to sit down. Once we were seated, I began regaling him about my life. One question fired after the other. By the time he was through with his interrogation, he knew more about me than my own parents.

I had never felt more comfortable around another person in my life. It was as if he and I had known each other our entire lives. He seemed to understand me in a way no one else ever has. It was oddly comforting. I didn't seem like a science project for him to dissect. He was genuinely interested in everything I had to say. He seemed to grasp my emotions without me having to tell him how I was feeling, which was startling, but I filed that away to investigate at a later date. Right now I was just content to be in his presence. To hear his soothing voice. To feel his warm hands rubbing my arms and back while I was nestled into his chest as we sat on the couch together.

It was getting late, and I didn't want our peaceful little bubble to burst, but I was tired. I tried to stifle my yawn, but he caught it.

"I didn't realize how late it was." He murmured into my ear.

"I don't want you to leave, will you stay just a little while longer?" I pleaded.

He quickly agreed and we fell back into our quiet peacefulness.

I don't remember having fallen asleep, but the next thing I know I was jolted awake as Paul was carrying me up the stairs to my room.

"I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered.

"I'm glad you did." I admitted. I would hate to wake up in the morning and think I imagined the entire evening.

He continued his journey into my bedroom and laid me down on my pitiful excuse for a bed. It was so small, but it served its purpose, so I shouldn't complain.

After he laid me down he stared down at me with an unreadable expression on his face, before his face slowly descended upon mine, where his lips met mine in a fiery kiss. I moaned into his mouth. He eased his body carefully on mine so as to not crush me, and continued a fiery path of kisses along my throat and collarbone. He ground his pelvis into me, and I couldn't help but gasp when I felt the evidence of his arousal. I was in a state of bliss and we haven't even done anything yet.

"Bella, can you feel what you do to me?" He asked, and to emphasize his point, he ground his hips into me again.

I was slowly losing all coherent thought. I wanted more, needed more. I had never felt this good in my life. I was grinding my hips against his erection. I needed the friction. I needed…something.

"Oh god, I need…" I trailed off when he thrust his hips forcefully into my center, and hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"What baby, tell me what you need." He demanded in that sexy husky voice of his.

I was going to going to respond when all of a sudden my window shattered. Glass shards flew all over my bed and floor. Paul growled and stiffened above me, then turned his head towards the broken window. He had a murderous expression on his face. He leaped off of me and scrambled towards my bedroom door.

"What--" I began to ask, when Paul silenced me.

"Bella, stay here." He demanded. "I'll be right back. Don't leave this room."

I knew it probably wasn't a good idea to follow him, but after what had just happened there was no way I was staying in my room alone. When I got towards the stairs I could hear yelling coming from outside, but I couldn't make out what was being said. I ran downstairs to see what was going on and saw Jacob running off towards the woods. Oh boy, what was Jacob doing here? I knew anything involving him at this point was bad news. Paul was standing there shaking and I could see his fists were bruised and swollen as if he had been fighting. I went to put my hand on his shoulder but he quickly jerked away and started pacing. I didn't know what the appropriate words were for this situation so I stood there in shock gaping at him. He turned and looked at me and I saw that his lip was cut, I didn't know what had happened in the few minutes before I had gotten there but it obviously wasn't good.

"Paul, what happened, what was Jacob doing here?" I asked nervously.

He paused and stared at me for a moment. "Nothing, just a difference of opinions. Lets just leave it at that " He replied with a cold tone that had no room for argument. "Bella, I shouldn't be here, I don't know what I was thinking. I think it's best that I leave." He said in a voice that was so cold, and void of any emotion, that it mad my chest ache. It reminded me of him. The way he looked that day in the forest so many months ago. When he broke my heart by telling me that he didn't want me, that I wasn't good enough for him. I didn't like it one bit, but I was too hurt to respond.

"I'll fix that window up and be on my way." He said as if he was giving me an order of some sort.

Before I could come to my wits, he ran up the stairs and headed to my room. I slowly walked inside the house in a daze. I closed the door and sat on the couch. I didn't know what to make of all this madness. I had never been in this situation before; I was treading on unfamiliar ground. Our time had been so perfect and easy and now it was broken to pieces just like my window. I knew I felt something for Paul but the complications that came along with these emotions was almost too much to bear. I could feel the pain in my chest slowly begin to resurface and I put my hand over my chest and took a few deep breaths until I felt it begin to subside. I put my head in my hands and prayed this day would be over soon. I heard Paul coming down the stairs but I didn't bother to get up, I just sat there in the darkness waiting for him to leave. Strong connection or not, I don't know if I'm strong enough to withstand all of the obstacles that stand in our way. And when had we become an "us"? There was already too much wrong with this whole situation. There was Jacob and his obsessive infatuation with me. Paul's girlfriend, whom I'd completely forgotten about in my lust filled haze. Just thinking about how she would react to Paul's infidelity, made me feel even worse. I'm not that kind of girl. She deserved better. If Paul could forget about her so quickly, would I fall victim to the same treatment? I'm not sure of anything anymore it seems, but the one thing I'm certain of is that my heart can't take any more heartache.

I laid down and shut my eyes, hoping Paul would get the hint as he came into the living room. I don't know how, but I knew he would want to carry me upstairs again, but I managed to mumble that I wanted to be left where I was and he put me back down. I heard him whisper goodnight and cover me with a blanket. After I listened to him shut the door and drive away I got up and locked the door, then headed to my room. I needed a shower and a good nights rest to rid me of this stressful day. Once I was in a dreamlike state, I could feel a weight lift off my shoulders, and finally felt at peace. If only it would stay that way.

I was awoken from my peaceful slumber by the sounds of Charlie stumbling up the stairs and into his bedroom; I figured I should give him a hand to make sure everything was all right. The sooner I accomplished that task, the sooner I could fall back to sleep. I opened my eyes slowly and felt my heart start racing as I saw a shadowy figure at the foot of my bed. I was about to scream when the figure came towards me and covered my mouth with its hand. Jacob? I could feel my heart about to beat out of my chest, I knew he had lost it a little but this was way out there. I was furious. What the hell was he doing in my room?

"Bella, shhhh it's just me" He said. He released his hand from my mouth and took my hand in his.

"Jake, what the hell are you doing?" I whispered loudly as I yanked my hand from his grasp.

"I can smell him all over you," he hissed. "Is that what you like now Bella, some guy you just met, grinding all over you?"

Was he watching us? I felt panic wash over me, but I tried to remain calm. I could feel a sense of anger stirring up inside of me and Jacob was becoming increasingly infuriating. "Jacob, I think you should leave now before I get Charlie and we'll see what he thinks about your late night rendezvous."

"Bella please, Charlie loves me." He smirked. "But you're right it is late and I should be on my way. But before I go, you should keep this in mind; we're meant to be together, it's time you realized that. You can't fight fate. You're mine, I wont sit around and wait in line anymore" he said coldly.

He attempted to kiss me on the cheek but I pulled back and pushed him off my bed.

"I don't know what delusional world you live in Jacob, but down here in reality, I don't belong to anyone, especially not you." I said fiercely. I opened my door and shoved him as hard as I could toward the stairs. I walked him to the door, just to make sure he would actually leave. I could hear Charlie snoring loudly from his bedroom, once again oblivious to Jacob's erratic behavior. How that man sleeps so soundly is beyond me.

"Bella, I wish you wouldn't try so hard to pretend you don't love me. I know you're scared after what happened with Ed--- that bloodsucker, but I'm not him." He leaned in close to me and I could feel his hot breath on my face. "You are going to be mine, whether you like it or not." He said firmly. Before I could respond he put his finger to my lips to silence any response I was going to make, I was trying my best not to slap him silly. He opened the door and I saw him disappear into the dark night.

Jacob was losing his mind, and I didn't know how to handle him. Obviously being his friend wasn't the way to go, but he wasn't going to back off anytime soon. I had attributed all his previous behavior to his grieving over the loss of Billy, but he was way off in his own world and I was afraid of what he might do next. I had a feeling he was the culprit behind the broken window, but I didn't have any proof, but my gut told me I was right. I was going have to find someway to explain the broken window to Charlie in the morning, that's going to be fun I thought sarcastically. I sighed and laid back down. I was too exhausted to think about anything else. My nerves were shot, my mind was restless, and above all else, I just wanted a good nights rest. I needed all the strength I could get to deal with this in the morning.


Author's Note: This chapter sucks the big one, but something is better than nothing, right? How was that little lime action with Bella and Paul? Not quite a lemon, but still quite juicy. Next chapter will be in Paul's POV, so that's something to look forward to. Reviews are always welcome.