Hello everyone! First of all, I would like to thank all of you for your kindness and understanding. The road to getting better wasn't easy, but I finally found some motivation from Vanessa and from you guys. So thanks for sticking with me and I hope you enjoy this chapter, because we both have been waiting for it for AGES.

I don't own Twilight. I only own the Bitch.

Surprisingly, I had no nightmares last night. In fact I didn't really dream at all. But something horrible happened when I woke up. Terrible. Absolutely, disgustingly, atrociously awful. The first thing I thought of, the first thing that came to mind when I woke up was... Paul.

Paul.

What is wrong with me?

Am I sick? Because this is definitely unhealthy.

I didn't think anything about him, I just saw his face. Maybe I misjudged the fellow, I know I'm a judgement bitch and I should probably change that, but you can't blame me for being wary or even a little intimidated by him. He's at least six foot four, majorly buff, constantly frowning, suffers from –not confirmed, but suspected- epilepsy, temperamental and not to mention strangely attracted to me.

Oh, oh.

Shit.

Oh god, please don't tell me he –barf- likes me!? No, NO it's okay Michelle, you're just overreacting.

"What are you doing?"

I jolted back to reality and fell off the bed I was currently sitting in.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. Fine, perfect actually, and you?" I rambled, picking myself back up and grinning meekly at Leah who was looking quite the detective with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

"...You were hyperventilating."

"Was I? I mean no I wasn't."

"Whatever," Leah rolled her eyes and chucked a pillow at my head. "Just get downstairs, there's breakfast and Emily made bacon. If you don't come quickly it'll all be gone."

I grinned and, Paul momentarily forgotten, bounded happily down the stairs.

"Saved some bacon for you," Emily smiled at me when I entered the kitchen.

"Thanks," I mumbled and served myself up some food. Everyone seemed to lounge around everywhere whilst eating and I was left there standing awkwardly in the middle. Just as I was starting to contemplate going back upstairs to eat, someone placed a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Did you sleep alright?"

I spun around so fast that I somehow managed to trip over my own feet and nearly fall head first into my bacon. Luckily –it was almost getting annoying how often he seemed to be there- Paul grabbed me by the arm before I could complete what was in motion.

I coughed awkwardly, "Er, thanks..."

"Any time," He said and I immediately avoided his intense gaze, scurrying to a chair beside Seth. I internally clapped myself on the back for what I thought was a smooth exit.

Seth completely ignored my presence, waffling down his food at an alarming rate, so I could observe everyone else in the room. I hadn't really taken the time to really see how they interacted with each other, so I took this time as a good chance.

"I'm telling you man," Embry said to Quil, food spraying out the side of his mouth. "I'm way faster than you. Remember that time on patrol near the river? Asses were kicked that day, and yours was one of them."

"Bull!" Quil barked out, faintly amused by the food Embry was spitting out. "I had a cold that day!"

"We can't get colds, you idiot!"

Quil paused for a moment, "...Yeah well, I was tired... so it felt like I had a cold!"

"Spend the night at Claire's, did ya?"

Quil mumbled something that sounded like 'I wish' under his breath. "Doesn't matter anyways, I'm pretty sure Leah kicks your ass for speed all the time."

"Pfft," Embry scoffed. "She doesn't count-"

"And why's that?" Leah snapped from the other side of the room. I hid my grin behind a bite of toast, both of their asses were about to get kicked. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Seth had stopped eating to watch the outcome of Embry's stupidity.

"Because... uh... because..." Embry stuttered awkwardly.

"Because you're a female of the cold hearted bitch variety," Quil finished confidently, his head raised in victory. Embry cringed.

I was beginning to wonder if his ass gets jealous of all the shit that comes out of his mouth.

Leah flew out of her chair, her arms outstretched ready to wrap around Quil's neck and throttle him into the next millennium. Before she could get within five meters of him, Sam appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Leah's shoulder, effectively holding her back.

"Quil, watch your mouth," Sam snapped harshly. "Jacob, Seth, Brady, go scout the perimeter. We don't want him coming back in so close."

An impulsive shudder went through my body, and I flinched when I realized that they had all noticed. There was an awkward silence that I filled with munching on my bacon, well aware that everyone was currently staring at me.

"...Well get a move on!" Sam barked at the three boys and they scurried out the door. Naw... Gang-Leader has a soft spot for me. I smiled appreciatively at him, but he just stared at me. "Michelle, I need to speak to you for a moment."

Shite... how do I get out of this?

"But-but my bacon... fine." It was worth a try, albeit a short one. I sighed, defeated, and followed him outside. I was aware of all the pairs of eyes that trailed after us as we walked down the driveway.

"Michelle," Sam started off once we had walked a fair way from the house. "We both know that what you said yesterday was a lie."

Crap.

"Fine, you caught me. As honoured as I truly am to be asked to be one of your bridesmaids, rainbow polka-dots do not suit my figure, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline."

Sam stared at me.

"You know what I'm talking about," he deadpanned. "What did that man say to you?"

"He didn't say anything to me," I hissed, but my resolve was crumbling and I was sure that Sam could see that.

"It could be critical to finding him if you could just tell us what he said, you need to grow up and realise this isn't all about you."

I bristled with anger.

"That is complete-"

"Just tell me, Michelle," Sam cut me off, his voice impatient. "I promise I won't tell Paul."

"Paul? What has Paul got to do with anything?! Must every conversation I have revolve around that shit head?!" I exclaimed, but Sam just raised an eyebrow at me. "Fine, I'll tell you-But you better not say anything to anyone!"

He nodded for me to continue, and I realised then how stupid I was for trying to argue with a gang leader. Paul I can handle, but not Sam.

"Well, I tried following you guys for a while," I flinched as Sam narrowed his eyes. "But then some guy with a red scarf and contact just appeared out of nowhere, saying shit like you smell nice. Honestly, it was the weirdest experience of my life."

Sam wasn't buying it, "What else did he say?"

"He... he um..." I stuttered, "He kind of said he was coming back. For me."

A low growl emitted from his throat and he walked swiftly back to the house, leaving me standing there.

"Hey!" I called out to him, "Where are you going?"

Sam didn't reply.

"You promised you wouldn't say anything! We had a deal!"

"Deal's changed!" Sam yelled back before he disappeared out of sight. Why that-

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" I screamed out to him, thinking he could probably hear me with his super-sonic hearing skills. I sank to the ground, sitting cross legged and muttering swears. It wasn't long before I heard more footsteps coming down the track. I looked up and immediately let out a loud groan.

"Go away," I protested as Paul sat down next to me.

"No."

We sat in silence for a minute; my eyes were clearly focused on the ground and not on his naked upper body.

"Why do you follow me everywhere?" I asked him suddenly and he whipped his head towards me.

"What do you mean?" He replied and I stared at him incredulously.

"Are you serious? You're always watching me or following me, and I honestly have no idea why. I shamefully admit I have only ever been rude to you."

Paul shrugged.

"I don't know, you're really annoying," was his simple answer.

"...I'm- Well fine, leave then!" I tried to shoo him away, miffed that he thought that I was the annoying one.

But Paul wasn't finished.

"You're rude too," Paul said thoughtfully. "And insensitive... and blunt. Not to mention completely stubborn and never listen to anything I say."

"...Can you at least talk about me whilst I'm not sitting right beside you?" I said blankly, but inside I was a bit offended. He didn't have to name my faults while I was right there.

Paul was still going, "-You're mean and short tempered, but I think that's why I really like you," Paul looked at me from the corner of his eye, "Because you're so much like me."

I stared at him, my mouth opening and closing.

...I freaking knew it.

Paul leaned into me slightly and I panicked.

"Are you going leave now?" I said in the most monotone voice I could, trying not to cringe as hurt spread across his face.

"Fine," He said shortly, before stalking off in a similar way Sam did. I slapped my forehead when he had disappeared out of sight. I am such an idiot. How many more people here must I upset?I've been causing them grief since I first got here, yet they have only ever been nice back. And now stupid Paul has gone and wasted his time trying to comfort an insensitive bitch who just slapped him in the face with rejection.

I groaned and put my head in my hands.

Why should I be so freaked out that Paul likes me? Why-

A loud growl of an engine interrupted my thoughts, I looked up to see a familiar blue Volvo come into view.

"Mom?!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet and rushing over to her car.

"Honey! You are never this happy to see me," she opened up the door and patted me on the head.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?" I asked her as she immediately fixed the hair that she had messed up.

"Well," she sighed dramatically. "I accidentally spilt red cordial on Lynda's baby's new clothes, and she got a bit upset so I decided to come home. Honestly, she was overreacting. There was no need to throw my suitcase out the window."

The corner of my lip turned up.

"Anyways, I went to Sue's house because I thought you were staying there, but Sue said you were staying at her niece's house. So I got the address and here I am."

"So I can come home now?" I said hopefully.

"Well... I would like to meet the people that put up with you for days-"

"Noooo," I groaned. "Can't we just go home? You can talk to them another day."

"No, I would like to thank them now," Mom looked at me sternly. "Lord knows how they survived."

Bitch...

Mom decided to leave her car where it was and we walked back to the house together, I was describing Emily to my best ability.

"She's the one the scars down one side of her face, you can't miss her."

"Why does she have the scars?"

"She was attacked by a bear or something."

"That's horrible-"

"Yeah so don't say anything about it to her."

Mom sniffed, "I am not that inconsiderate."

I snorted and knocked on the front door of Emily's house. It was Sam who opened the door and I heard Mom suck in air sharply. Oh, great.

"Er, hey Sam..." Little traitor bitch, "You'll never guess who turned rolled in the driveway..."

"Hi!" Mom grabbed Sam's hand and shook it thoroughly, "I'm Amanda, Michelle's Mom. It's such a pleasure to meet you!"

I gave her my best are-you-serious-woman-he's-engaged look. I don't think it got across.

"Mom," I said through gritted teeth. "This is Sam, Emily's fiancé."

"Congratulations!" Mom squealed. I expected him to flinch at the volume, but he just smiled widely and offered for us to come inside. I glared at both of them.

Kim was sitting at the table talking to Claire and Emily, and Embry and Quil were the only clones in sight. My stomach dropped a bit when I couldn't spot Paul, but I'm not sure exactly sure why.

"Em, Michelle's Mom has come to pick her up," Sam said to Emily, placing a hand on her back. Emily looked up and smiled at us.

"It's so nice to meet you," she said cheerfully, walking over. I prayed silently that my Mother would keep her big mouth shut. "It was great having Michelle stay over the last few days."

"I seriously doubt it," Mom responded just as cheerfully. Embry and Quil sniggered at me. "Thanks for looking after her; I am surprised you're not missing an arm."

Sam's lips twitched and I glared at both of them again.

"It honestly was no problem at all, she fit right in."

Mom smiled at Emily, but for after knowing her all my life, I knew it was a pitiful one. "Well we should probably get going; our house is going to be full of dust since no one has been living in it for days."

"Wonder whose fault that is," I muttered and Mom glared at me.

"Yours, poppet."

I rolled my eyes and followed her out the door.

"Thanks for letting me stay over Emily," I turned around and smiled genuinely at her, purposely leaving out Sam in the thanks. That lying asshole would not get the honour of receiving my appreciation. "See you at school, Kim!"

I saw Mom caught Mom staring at me as she drove us home.

"...What?" I asked, "Is there something on my face?"

"No, you look different." Mom replied, scrutinizing me. I was starting to get worried with the little amount of time she was spending watching the road. Maybe I should get my licence.

"Well, I'm wearing someone else's clothes," I pinched a bit of the long sleeve shirt I was wearing.

"No... That's not it," Mom said, looking about at the road. "You look... happier, or something. What happened while I was away, poppet?"

"A lot," I answered immediately. "I met some new people, is all."

"Really..." she dragged out, a sly grin on her face. Here we go.

"Yes. Really. Is that so hard to believe?"

"No, I was just wondering who these new people are," Mom said innocently as she drove down our street.

"No-one special, just the people who were kind enough to let me stay over when my own Mother left me homeless for days." I said nonchalantly, opening up the car door and slamming it closed when the car had stopped..

"That Sam was a nice piece of meat, eh?"

"Mom! Gross! You're like twenty years older than him," I gave her a look of disgust which she returned.

"I'm not that old, it would be ten at the most." She protested, I muttered a 'dream on' as she opened the front door. "That reminds me, you're Father is coming over in a couple of days. Isn't that exciting?!"

"I'm thrilled," I deadpanned, sticking my tongue out at Mom when she gave me a look. "Is it alright if I spend the rest if the day in my room? I think I deserve a bit of alone time."

"Whatever, dearie. Just remember that you have school tomorrow," she replied and I groaned.

Getting up for school was difficult. I usually happily wake up early in the morning, but today I could barely pull myself out of bed. Part of it was just because school- urgh, and another part was because I felt bad for shutting Paul down yesterday. It was then that it hit me- didn't that whore Rachel say something about Paul wanting to 'try out' the new girl?

That bastard.

"Hey, Mom!" I called out as I went down the stairs. "Can you drop me off today?"

No answer.

"Mom?"

The car wasn't in the driveway. I groaned dramatically; I had accidentally left my long board at Emily's house and now I had to bloody walk all the way to school. At least it wasn't raining today, in fact... is that sunlight I see? I ran over to the window to make sure the apocalypse wasn't upon us.

"Well, what do you know... the sun is actually shining." I said to myself before heading off to school. On foot.

I was half expecting Paul to jump out of one of the bushes with no shirt on and attempt to woo me or tell me how stupid I was, but alas, I didn't get to put my fist to good use.

Honestly, the nerve of that guy. If he thinks he can just play with me like that, acting all concerned when I'm hurt, catching me when I fall over, and all in an attempt to try and get a girl in bed, think again. Disgusting. Well, he should have stuck with the beautiful people like Rachel, because 'new girl' is not going to have any of that crap.

By the time I had gotten to school I had fired myself up to the extreme, I could almost feel my eye twitching. Any reasoning made from the logical side of my brain was drowned out by pure rage. The only thought that got through was 'but he looked so sincere', but that disappeared as soon as I spotted a familiar figure standing near my locker.

Here we go ;) I felt a bit sorry for Paul while writing this chapter, first he gets rejected and now he's about to get an earful. Oh well.

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~EvilIAm