Hey guys so i recieved an annonymus (no I did not spell that right:p) review about the fact the Michelle is annorexic. I have never had an eating dissorder, so I can't say I know what it's like, I've only heard about them and read about them online. So, if anyone does know anything about it and can give me any information that I can add, don't hesitate to pm me or leave a review. That would actually help a lot because as you can see so far, Michelle is not better yet. Also, the reviewer said it was a mental thing and it can't be cured by making the person just eat. I did know this, but I wasn't exactly sure how Paul was supposed to approach it and I really didn't know how to approach it either. I was going to do some research, but if any of you know some good "cures" also feel free to pm me or review. Thanks!:)

I am not Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing.

PAUL'S POV

"Casey, I'm sorry. This isn't going to work out anymore."

"Paul!" she yelled, I didn't like the way she said my name. It wasn't graceful like Michelle. It was whiny and annoying.

We were talking at the back of the cafeteria. She had taken one look from me to Michelle and said, "Oh I see." She knew about the wolves and imprinting because we had been going out for a year and I thought I could tell her.

"You swore up and down that you would never imprint!" she hissed, "You said you didn't want to be obsessed with any old girl! That's why I let you sleep with whoever the hell you wanted while we were dating! I knew you couldn't be tied down!"

"That was before I knew how happy it made me feel," I said, staring at Michelle, who wasn't eating her food.

"I can make you happy," Casey said, trailing her finger down my arm, ugh what did I ever see in this girl.

I saw Jared push the blueberries I packed her towards Michelle. She just shook her head.

"She's not eating," I growled.

"Paul, pay attention to me! I'm you girl-"

"No you're not! This is over!" I yelled, storming away.

"Michelle, eat the fruit!" I said, sitting down next to her.

"I can't Paul," she said angrily, yep she was pissed.

"How many times have I told you, you're not fat and you need to eat!"

"Paul."

"This isn't healthy!"

"Paul."

"I thought you were getting better and I don't want to lose you and-"

"PAUL!"

"WHAT!"

"I'm allergic to blueberries," she muttered.

"What?"

"I'm. Allergic. To. Blueberries." She repeated slowly.

I sat there, stunned. How could I not know what my imprint was allergic to?

"Anything else?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have any other allergies I should know about?"

"Nope," she said.

She turned away from me and ate more of her sandwich. I wondered if she was upset about what happened.

"Do you want to talk?" I whispered.

"Talk about what, Paul?" she growled.

"Listen, Casey isn't my girlfriend she's just-"

"Your girlfriend," she finished.

"I broke up with her," I said softly.

She turned towards me, "Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why would you break up with her? She's hot," she said.

"Well… because… I just thought…"

"It's okay Paul," she said, smiling, "You don't have to do that because of me."

"I'm so sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay," she said, leaning close and grabbed my hands.

I instantly felt better. And then Seth had to open his big mouth.

"Seriously Michelle, there's nothing to be worried about. Paul only dated her for the sex," Seth said happily.

Michelle looked at Seth, and then me with wide eyes.

"Is he serious?"

"Well... yeah," I grumbled.

"Well that's just great," she said sarcastically, pulling her hands away and getting up from the table.

MICHELLE'S POV

I stormed away from the table. I was trying to act like everything was fine, but what Seth said really set me off the edge. I met Casey out in the hallway.

"Wait up shortie!"

I ignored her and kept walking, "Hey!" she yelled.

I stopped and turned around, "What do you want?"

"How much does your Paul know about you?" she asked.

"What?"

"I bet he knows all of your little secrets and fears!" she mocked, "But tell me, what do you know about Paul? Has he told you anything about his… other life? Because when we were dating, he told me all about it. But I guess that he hasn't told you anything considering the confused look on your face. Maybe you should ask him. Ask him how the pack has been and ask him about imprinting."

"Listen, Paul and I are just friends. He doesn't have to tell me anything," I said, looking down.

"HA! Paul has never been just friends with a girl."

She turned to walk away, but turned back to whispered something in my ear, "By the way, he's slept with every girl in this school."

And then she walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the hallway.

The bell rang and I hurried off to History. Embry was already in his seat by the time I got there, and he beckoned me over. I sat down next to him, but didn't say anything.

"Listen, I know you're mad, but Paul feels really bad and-"

"Maybe Paul should tell me himself then!" I spit, "But maybe he won't because there are so many things he's apparently told Casey, but not me."

"Michelle, listen. Maybe he is going to tell you but-"

"So you know too then? Does everyone know but me?" I glared at him.

He sighed, "What exactly did she say?"

"She told me to ask about the… pack? And something about imprinting?" I tried to remember.

"Jeez, I knew Paul shouldn't have told her all that stuff," muttered Embry.

"So what? Does he sell drugs or something?"

"No, it's nothing like that," said Embry quickly.

"Michelle and Embry!" the teacher yelled our names and we both looked up.

"What is so important that you must disrupt my class?" the teacher yelled.

"Nothing," we both muttered at the same time.

"I would hope so!" he yelled, walking away.

I rolled my eyes and glared at Embry for getting us in trouble. He just laughed. When class was over, I was afraid to face Paul for gym. I didn't want to see the hurt on his face. I didn't want to know he had kept secrets from me when he knew so much about me already. I planned what I was going to say to him on the way to gym. Embry and I walked through the big wooden doors and sure enough, Paul was standing there.

"Er, I'll leave you two alone," muttered Embry, running off to Quil.

"Are you on drugs?" I blurted out. That was not what I planned to say.

"No why would you think-"

"How's the pack then?" I asked angrily.

"The pack is- how the hell do you know about that?" he demanded.

"Oh yeah, and what's imprinting?"

"Listen Michelle, who told you about-"

"No you listen Paul. You know everything about me and I don't know anything about you. I didn't even know you were keeping anything from me until your slutty girlfriend approached me in the hall," I yelled.

"Michelle, I'll tell you all this later. Now's not the time," he said, "And she's not my girlfriend!" he added.

"Whatever Paul. Oh and one more thing, if you're only hanging out with me so you can sleep with me, then you're wasting your time because I will never have sex with you," I growled and then ran off.