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Chapter 6: Ignorance Isn't Bliss
PPOV
After stepping out of the shower, it didn't take long to realize this day had already gone to shit, and was continuing downhill. It was already half past noon, and I needed to get my ass in gear. I had one clusterfuck of a day ahead of me and I wasn't looking forward to the bullshit that was awaiting me. Nonetheless, I was resigned to my fate and was ready to face this mess head on. There was a lot on my to-do-list today that needed to be dealt with, but the main problem was Jacob-Fucking-Crazy-Ass-Black. I sympathize for the guy, I really do, but you can't ignore that kind of behavior and allow it to continue just for the sake of his sanity. That ship has sailed; dude is crazy with a capital 'C'.
The more that I think about it, it's really too bad that Jacob didn't imprint on Bianca. It's no wonder those two are such good friends. Crazies stick together it seems. If Jacob would get over his misplaced infatuation with my Bella and get his head out of his ass long enough to come back down to planet earth, he could be relatively happy or as close to happy as one can get. But alas, he's happy in his delusional mindset where he and Bella are happily married and ride off into the sunset, or something as equally insane involving Bella. I didn't know whether to laugh at him or give him a brotherly hug. It's amazing the things ones psyche can dream up. We heard rumors about some of those Cullen leeches having special powers. Too bad that Prozac leech isn't here. I'd happily allow him access to cross the treaty line to work his voodoo magic on Jacob. Those parasites skipped town though after destroying Bella. I got enough of a play-by-play via Jacob's mind through the pack link. I'm not happy with those fuckers either, however, they are not my concern at the moment.
I shook myself out of my thoughts and got back to the business at hand.
After I was freshly shaven and smelling good, I dried myself off, made my way to my room and got dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt and my work boots. Once I was dressed and had my wallet, car keys, and iPod, I made a hasty departure from my house and made my way towards my truck. I sat there for a few idle minutes trying to find the perfect song, then turned the ignition, and sighed as my baby purred to life. I reversed, shifted, and hauled ass out of La Push and made my way towards Port Angeles.
My mind was a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts the entire drive. One thought coming and passing before I even had time to process what the hell I was even thinking. My thoughts were moving just as fast as the passing scenery in my peripheral vision. I needed to calm the fuck down and focus. Breathe in, breathe out. I tried to calm myself by using my favorite mantra from 'Bad Boys 2', Woosa; I repeated the phrase over and over in my head. It wasn't having much of an effect but I knew if I continued to let my thoughts run wild, it wouldn't be good for Bianca or me.
If Bianca hadn't come over so early this morning and woken me up at the crack ass of dawn, I would have had time to do my morning meditation and exercise ritual. Everyone knows that shit helps center me and keep me composed so I don't lose my shit. Let's hope this harpy bitch doesn't goad me like she usually does. I don't have time for that whiny shit she does, just so she can benefit from the hot make-up sex after she riles me up. Sorry baby, that ship as sailed. I smirked at that thought. God, I'm such a bastard.
I turned the music up louder in an attempt to drown out my thoughts. Yeah, like that would work. I didn't want to over think this, but it was impossible to ignore. So much for my uncomplicated life. But this fucked up situation gave me my soul mate in Bella, so I can't really complain. I never wanted to imprint. . .Well, I was never in a rush to make it happen. If it happened it happened. I wasn't going to put my life on hold in the off chance that I would imprint. There are no guarantees in life. If I've learned anything from the passing of Billy, it's that life is too short for that, and life as a werewolf is hard enough without denying myself the benefits of a semi-normal life. That included dating, thus resulting in my current predicament.
It didn't take long to arrive at Bianca's apartment building. I found an empty spot and parked. Stop being a pussy Paul. I told myself. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and got out of the car and made my way up the steps to her door.
I stood there for a second rubbing my hands together in front of my face, debating if I should have called first, before I raised my hand to knock, but the door opened before my fist made contact with the door. I wanted to roll my eyes Of course she's waiting on me.
Fucking Christ, here we go.
She stood before me in all her primped and superficial glory staring at me intently as if waiting for something. . .which was always the case with her if I'm being honest.
"Are you going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to invite me in?" I inquired with a raised eyebrow, I threw in a smirk for added bonus.
She craned her neck and blinked up at me a few times contemplating her answer. As if she was really going to deny me entry into her place.
"Well?" I prompted. Was she waiting for me to grovel and beg for forgiveness? Can't we cut the shit and get on with this horse and pony show already? I have more things I need to get done today.
She smiled a slow seductive smile that I used to find alluring and down right irresistible, but now only seemed irked me. "Sorry baby, you know how I get distracted," she smirked.
She stepped out of the way to allow me room to enter and motioned with the crook of her finger for me to follow her.
It's about fucking time; standing here gawking at me with that seductive look of hers was slowly stroking fire of my ire. And like a well trained house dog that I apparently am, I made my way through the threshold after her, inwardly shaking my head at the irony of that statement. If only she knew.
She made her way into the living room and made a show of slowly sitting down on the cream colored couch that was too small to even resemble anything comfortable for someone my size. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and then patted the seat beside her. I was tempted to take a seat in one of the chairs off to the side of the couch to be as far away from her as possible, but decided not to be an asshole and opted to sit next to her. What I was about to say would be hard enough on her as it was. Yes I am an asshole, but I would not be getting some sick satisfaction out of breaking up with her.
However, as soon as I sat down I was not prepared for her assault. She launched herself at me, straddling my lap and grabbing my face in her hands; kissing me all over like she's a bitch in goddamn heat. Again, the irony was not lost on me. I gently grabbed her hands to still her movements. She was panting and breathing harshly. Her eyes were hooded and I could smell her arousal heady in the air.
"Bianca, stop, we have to talk," I pleaded.
She leaned back and looked incredulously at me, as if I had suddenly grown more than one head.
"What's there to talk about? I missed you last night. I want you," she whined.
She proceeded to grind herself down on my non-existent hard on. She was mewling and whimpering, trying to elicit a reaction in my groin that wasn't going to happen. Not anymore. Only one woman could effect me in that way; without even trying I might add. One look in her big chocolate doe-eyes, and I was a goner.
Only one woman would get to touch me intimately in that way from now on, and that woman most definitely wasn't Bianca.
She stilled and glanced down at me bemused. "What's gotten into you? You always want me," she snapped.
I inhaled deeply, held it, and then blew it out slowly, choosing my words carefully. "Bianca, you know--" I started, but in typical Bianca fashion, she wasn't listening to a word I said, which is why for the past thirty minutes I've been trying to explain this to her. I don't know how many times I repeated myself. I lost count. Rephrasing myself; talking slowly and surly, and deliberately in Layman's terms to prevent any confusion. But here we sit with her blinking rapidly and gaping up at me like a fish out of water in total astonishment as if I had spoken a foreign language to her; one she just couldn't grasp the concept of.
I didn't want to be harsh with her, but this was downright irritating.
"Bianca, I'm losing my patience. Please don't make this any harder than it has to be."
"How can you just say that?" She asked. "And out of the blue, just like that? I love you Paul, don't you know that? I don't understand!" She shrieked.
I winced at the shrill tone of her voice. With my advanced hearing it was especially loud to my sensitive ears. I sighed, yet again prepared to have this same discussion one last time, hopefully with some semblance of success this time around. Not fucking likely…
I may come off as an insensitive jerk sometimes, but I was trying to spare her feelings and do this in a respectable manner, but she's making it unnecessarily difficult. And apparently my brain just registered and took stock of the fact that she's still in my lap.
Real smooth.
I carefully maneuvered her out of my lap so she was sitting beside me once again. I sat sideways so I was facing her, and grabbed a hold of both of her hands.
I didn't think the whole 'it's not you it's me thing' would really be beneficial in this situation, even though it was true. I couldn't very well tell her about werewolves and imprinting. It would be a hell of a lot easier if she realized that outside forces beyond the realm of her imagination were at work here, so I switched tact. I resolved myself to be as truthful as I possibly could without giving too much away.
"I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer it honestly. Really think about the answer," I began. "Are you happy with this relationship, really honest to God happy?" I asked.
She answered immediately without hesitation. "Of course I am---"
I shook my head exasperated. "No Bianca, really think about this for a second," I said.
When she began to interrupt again, I shushed her and kept trying to drive my point home.
"We don't belong together. We were doomed from the start. We fight more often than not. The long distance makes it even more difficult. We hardly talk, and when we do, we argue."
"That's not true," she protested. "We're good together baby. Don't do this to us Paul, we were going to get married and have a wonderful life together. We can still have that, you'll see." She smiled.
I quirked an eyebrow at that statement, but otherwise choose not to respond to it directly.
"Focus Bianca, we can't even get through this conversation without arguing." I snapped.
She frantically shook her head back and forth with unshed tears in her eyes, denying the truth of my words. She wasn't making this shit easy and I was losing my patience.
I felt bad, but this had to be done, for all parties involved. It wouldn't be fair to continue on as if everything was okay. I needed to make Bianca understand so she was free to move on and be happy with someone better suited for her. She deserves happiness just as much as anyone. In the meantime, I couldn't and wouldn't start a real relationship with Bella if I was still romantically involved with Bianca. Sure I care for Bianca, but I no longer love her the way that she loves me. My universe shifted and righted itself when I imprinted on Bella. She deserves nothing but the best, and I intend to start on honest grounds with her.
"Look, there's no easy way to say this so I'm just going to come out and say it." I steeled myself for what I was about to say. "It's over Bianca. This relationship has run its course. I care about you, but I don't love you anymore. Staying together will only prolong the inevitable. It will hurt us both in the long run. It's better this way, trust me." I'm practically pleading with her to understand.
Her bottom lip quivered for a few short seconds before she narrowed her eyes into slits and glared at me. Her eyes hardened, and she sneered. "Fuck you Paul." she screeched. She stood up from the couch and started pacing the length of the living room muttering to herself, shaking her head in disbelief.
"That's funny, after Jacob's cryptic text last night it seemed like he was implying that you were with someone else." She halted in her movements and gasped; her hand flying to cover her mouth. She snapped her head in my direction and eyed me suspiciously. I could see the wheels turning in her head. And Jacob strikes again.
She continued to stare me down like some deranged wild animal ready to strike out at the ready. All I could do was stare at her and prepare myself for the onslaught of her tantrum.
"Get the fuck out," she screamed at me. She rushed me hitting me in the chest repeatedly, trying to push me back towards the door. "Get out you piece of shit." she hissed furiously.
I appeased her and opened the door and stepped outside. Once I was out, I turned around to face her, but she slammed the door in my face. Fine by me. I released a big whoosh of air from my lungs, glad that at least this part of my day was over and strolled back to my truck, but not before I heard glass shattering after it made contact with her apartment door; accompanied by a loud thud and some more crashing. I heard her muffled voice screaming that it wasn't over.
One down, one to go, I thought dryly. My next stop was Jacob's. He and I needed to finish our discussion. He was in for a wake up call delivered by yours truly. I hopped in my truck and got the hell out of Dodge. She would no doubt call Jacob and exaggerate this whole thing. They really were made for each other.
As I pulled up to Jacob's house I could already feel the anger building up inside of me, fucker had a lot of nerve telling Sam I attacked Bella. No, I had no forgotten that little tidbit of information. He was sitting on the porch brushing and nuzzling something against his face but I couldn't tell what it was. He heard my approach and jerked up and stuffed whatever it was into his pocket and stood there, his fists clenched, trembling all over with anger I sure as hell was feeling it too. I tried to remain as calm as possible, there was no way this douche bag was going to get me to phase and have access to my every thought, not until I set his ass straight. I took a few deep breaths before I got out of the truck and headed towards him for what would be a very interesting conversation.
"Black," I growled out through clenched teeth by way of greeting.
"What are you doing here?" Jacob hissed angrily. "You have some nerve setting foot on my property after how you've betrayed me"
I stood there in stunned silence. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open, but I couldn't be sure. I think I'm gaping at him. Holy shit. In the amount of time it took for my brain to really register what he said and process it, I tipped my head back and roared with laughter. It couldn't be helped. Is this dude for real?
"Betrayed you?" I finally choked out at the audacity of that statement. I tried to keep a straight face and remain calm because he was seriously starting to piss me off.
"If anyone was betrayed here it was me. What the fuck possessed you to tell Sam that I attacked Bella?" I asked. "And what the fuck Black, You imprinted on Bella?" I started to chuckle again. I got the smug satisfaction of watching him turn an unusual shade of red, which is not an easy feat to accomplish. This whole situation had become so absurd, I was starting to find it comical rather than serious.
"I know what I feel for Bella and what she feels for me, we belong to together, and if you keep interfering I'll have no choice but to beat your ass to a bloody pulp. Now that I've made myself clear, I'd like you to take your sorry ass off my property and go back to your self absorbed bitch" He said heatedly.
Sorry Jacob, I thought smugly. That's already been dealt with.
I wanted to phase right at that moment, but there was no way I was going to give this asshole the satisfaction.
"Listen Black, Bella isn't in love with you so get your head out of your ass and see the light of day. She belongs with me, I've imprinted on her and there's nothing your crazy ass can do about" I said firmly.
I could see the shock spread across his face as he realized what I had just said. I knew it was an asshole move and that this could have been handled differently, but how the fuck was I going to get him to back off otherwise? I could practically feel the anger, hatred and disbelief rolling off him in waves.
I didn't have time for this. I turned around and began heading to my truck when I felt him grab the back of my shirt to stop me. I slowly turned around so I was face to face with him. I could see the tremors rolling up and down his arm. The same arm that was still gripping my shirt. I could feel his hot breath on my face with his harsh breathing. He was trying to control himself and he was doing a damn good job of it, I'll give him that much.
He was staring at me, searching my eyes for something. I don't know what he was looking for, or if he even found it. He blinked a few times before he regained his motor skills.
"Take it back," He said with a voice so controlled, so quiet and so calm, that it was eerie in and of itself. There was no hissing, or shouting. He didn't even raise his voice. It was a carefully constructed façade. And it was freaking me the fuck out.
"You're lying. Take it back, or I'll make you take it back"
I could take it back. I could take pity on him and on his mental instability, but doing him this favor wouldn't help him. His behavior was dangerous to Bella and I am not going to risk her safety for the sake of Jacobs peace of mind. It wouldn't change what couldn't be undone. Like Bianca, he needed to let go and move on.
"It's the truth Jacob, and you know it or else you wouldn't be so angry, now let me the fuck go," I said as calmly as was humanly possible.
I managed to squirm my way out of his grasp and I could see that he was deep in thought; lost in his own mind. Fuck if I know. He was still filled with anger, that much I could tell. Again, I didn't have time for this. I stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do, when I glanced down and saw something on the ground, something pink and lacey. It looked like some sort of cloth. I picked it up to examine it and to my complete and utter shock I knew exactly what it was and who it belonged to. It was a pair of Bella's panties. The same pair that I had seen in her room on her floor the previous night. Before I even realized what I was doing I charged at him with all the fury and rage that had built up inside of me.
This was what I saw him. . .sniffing when I drove up. This is what I saw him rubbing all over his face. Bella's panties. That is just…
I grabbed him around his throat, and pushed him to the ground and shoved the panties in his face, demanding answers.
"What the fuck is this Jacob, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I Shouted, he just lay there grinning from ear to ear. I was about to put my fists in his face when I heard footsteps approaching quickly behind me; Jacob just grinned and grabbed the panties from my hand, returning them to his pocket. Sam and Jared pulled me off Jacob, but I was still so enraged that I tired to break free of their grip to wipe that grin right off his creepy fucking face, fucking crazy ass motherfucker.
"What is the meaning of this, you two are brothers," Sam spit out.
"Ask that crazy ass over there, he's stalking my Bella. My imprint" I roared. It was so load and feral that Jared released his hold on me to cover his ears. I took advantage and grabbed the nearest thing to me; a trash can and hurled it towards Jacob, but the fucker swerved out of the way and it missed its mark.
I heard Sam inhale sharply in response to my news.
"Bella? She's your imprint?" Sam asked.
I nodded curtly, as I was so enraged that I was virtually incapable of speech at the moment.
"I was afraid of this" he sighed, "I knew something was going on when I visited you last night, but I was hoping it wasn't this."
He turned towards Jacob and shook his head in disappointment. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Sam was disappointed in Jacobs manipulation and outright lies.
"Jacob, you know what this means," Sam paused again, and looked back at me and nodded in acceptance, before turning back and regarding Jacob coldly.
"Any intentions you had of a romantic relationship with Bella are over from this point forward. Don't make this harder than it has to be Jacob." He said coolly.
Jacob looked at Sam with a serene look on his face. He just stared at him, contemplating. He looked back and forth between the two of us, before his eyes settled back on Sam. "No," he said arrogantly.
I growled.
"No?," Sam asked. "Jacob, you know I don't like to command you guys if I don't have to, so don't make me start now. Don't make this difficult. Paul has imprinted on her. You know what that means." It wasn't quite a command, but there was some authority to it with an alpha like quality to what Sam said. Powerful enough to make sure Jacob knew he meant business.
"No," he said again. "Bella is mine, I don't care what Paul says, go ahead and try to command me, you and I both now who the real alpha is, and I'll have no choice but to assert my birth right should you try to keep me from her, now do me a favor, get the fuck off my property." His arrogance was pissing me off, and by the way Jared growled, I figured I wasn't the only one. He glared at us before he simply turned and walked towards the house to go back inside.
"Jacob, we aren't finished here," Sam shouted after him.
"Yes we are," he said smiled. "Now all of you leave, I need some time alone." And with that, he made his way up the porch and slammed the door in his wake.
I could see him through the window as he pulled the panties out from his pocket and twirled them around his finger. I fought the urge not to break his door down and rip them out of his hand. With Sam and Jared there I decided now was not the time for that shit and with the cat was out of the bag, I figured now was a good time to explain to Bella what was going on.
"You two deal with his crazy ass, I'm done here. I need to go see someone." I turned and headed towards the truck. I hopped in and slammed the door. I was seething. Jacob had a lot of nerve. I glanced at Sam through the windshield. He was still standing there in disbelief.
I banged my fist on the steering wheel in frustration. I could just about kill Jacob right now. I was so out of it that I didn't notice Sam standing outside the drivers side window.
"I'm sorry Paul." He said. I nodded to let him know that I had heard him before he continued.
"It's probably a good idea for you to convince Bella to go away with you for a few days. Give him time to come to terms with everything and to calm down."
"Yeah, I was planning on it" I sighed. "I haven't even had a chance to tell her everything yet. I don't want Jacob following us, so I wont be telling anyone where we're going. When it comes time to show Bella what I am, I'll call you before hand to make sure it's safe to phase so Black doesn't figure out our whereabouts."
Sam nodded and scratched the back of his neck. A nervous habit of his. Yeah, I'm nervous too. Join the club I thought dryly.
With a plan hatched, I left Jared and Sam to deal with Jacob. I had a special woman awaiting some answers and I was just the guy to give them to her.
I sighed. Just as I thought. This day has gone to shit, but a beautiful young woman could make it all better. With that thought in mind, I accelerated on the gas pedal.
This had to be the most exhausting fucking day of my life.
Author's Note: Once again sorry for the delay. There is no excuse, so I won't even bother. Anyway, I ask that you please ignore any typos that you may find. It's so hard to catch your own mistakes. With that being said, this chapter didn't turn out how I had originally planned. I had this idea in my head, but it slipped my mind before I could jot it down. Oh well, can't help that now.
In the coming chapters we will finally get some Bella and Paul bonding time. After dealing with crazy Jacob, those two deserve some quality time together, wouldn't you agree? The next chapter should be out sooner rather than later. Until next time.
