Monday at School

When I woke up Monday morning, Isabella was looking up at me from my pec, her tousled hair splayed all over my torso. The whole room was beginning to smell like her.

"Oh my God, you're here!" I exclaimed.

"Of course I'm here. I live here now so you better get used to it."

"I'll never get used to it. It feels like a dream, waking up with you, dearest, loveliest Isabella."

She looked back and forth between my eyes. "Did you just quote Austen to me?"

"It was unintentional." It really was. I had completely forgotten that phrase was in Pride and Prejudice.

She was giggling and kissing my face. "Let's get ready for school."

We showered together. I had her pinned to the white tile, riding my dick under the warm shower spray. I washed her hair and she washed my back. We made a great team.

We both had cereal for breakfast. I just had mine with a side of eggs, toast, two apples, a muffin, and four sausages.

After we tidied up from breakfast, I started walking her to school, hand in hand. The birds were chirping and the sun was warming our faces. Then my aunt called out, "Hey Paul, what's this I hear about a fiance?"

"Mariah, this is Isabella," I said, stopping in front of her house. "We're sort of engaged."

"Sort of?" Mariah asked.

"She didn't say no," I said with a smug smirk.

"Let me come get a good look at you." Mariah walked toward us at an even pace.

Isabella beamed at her. "Hi, Mariah, I'm Bella, I've heard wonderful things about you."

"Hmmm. She's too pretty for you Paul," Mariah said, not taking her eyes off Isabella.

Isabella giggled. "Have you seen Paul? He's way prettier than me."

"It's a toss up. Get an ugly girl, Paul." Mariah finally looked at me, a twinkle in her eye. "An ugly one will stay true."

"Mariah, I've got the girl I want. Stop giving her a hard time or she'll think you're serious."

"Oh, darling, is she stupid?"

"No, she's not stupid! Why would I want to be with someone stupid?"

"Does she cook?" Mariah asked.

"Yes, she's an awesome cook."

"And does she make your belly all tingly and nervous?"

"Yes," I admitted, "but that's embarrassing!"

"Will you two come for dinner tonight? The twins are at their dad's this week so it will be somewhat sane."

"Yeah, what should we bring?"

"What do you have?" she asked.

"Half a lasagna and some muffins."

"Perfect! I'll make a salad."

"Are you ok with this?" I asked Isabella. She nodded, so I said, "What time, Mariah?"

"Come at 6:00 and we'll heat up the lasagna here."

When we entered the school, I led Isabella to the office to get her schedule. She started talking before I had a chance to use my charm on the secretary. "I'm Isabella Swan. Billy Black should have made the arrangements for me to start school today."

"He did indeed, Ms. Swan." Mrs. Peters leered at me, saying, "and here's a new schedule for you, too, Paul."

"Thanks." I compared the two schedules. "Hey, she has Phys Ed period 4 without me. Can we fix that?"

"No, Paul," Mrs. Peters said coldly. "You've already taken the maximum amount of gym classes you can get credit for. Additionally, Mr. Chadbourne has specifically said that he doesn't want you in his gymnasium anymore after the volleyball incident in March."

"Right, right. Ok." I looked down at my girl. "I've been kicked out of gym class, Isabella, so you're on your own there, sorry."

"I can actually manage a few classes without my boyfriend," she said, like it was no big deal.

"But you shouldn't have to suffer through the separation," I said a little dramatically.

"I might need the break by the time period 4 comes around," Isabella said, still reading her schedule. She looked up at me as she asked, "Can you walk me to my first class?"

I walked her to all her classes. The teachers didn't always let me sit with her but everyone was kind to her. Then we got to the fourth period.

Who was walking around the gym?

"Hey, it's little Jacob Black!" I said as I showed Isabella where the girls locker room was.

"I can read the signs, Paul, but thank you. I'll see you next period." She stretched up to kiss my cheek.

"Mmm. Jake, take care of her for me, ok?"

Jake nodded as Isabella ran into the locker room, her shoes squeaking on the floor. I jogged to my art class.

At lunch time, we sat at the same table as Kim and Jared in the cafeteria. People kept on walking by our table, saying 'Hi' to my Isabella. Most of them were dudes. They definitely wanted to fuck her. With each one, I gripped my fork a little tighter until I could feel it bending in my fingers.

"How do you know all these guys?" I whispered, my jaw clenched as tightly as my fingers.

"I don't!" She said, turning to me with a hardness in her face. When she saw how wound up I was, she softened. "I don't know any of them, Paul. You moved here when? Second grade?"

"Yeah, so?"

"When you move to a new school, everyone notices you, especially at a small school," she explained. "It was like that when I moved to Forks, too."

"How do I get them to back off?"

"I wish I knew," she said, rolling her eyes. "They'll grow tired of me eventually, I think."

"Is that what happened in Forks?" I asked.

"For the most part," she said, not meeting my eye while spearing an asparagus with her fork.

"They never stopped hitting on you, did they? Even when you were with Edward?"

"I don't want to answer that," she said. She shoved the asparagus into her mouth and said no more.

"That Newton kid wants to fuck you. I've seen that with my own eyes."

"What do you want me to do, Paul?" she asked, her voice sharp. "I'm wearing your hoodie. Your arm's around me. I've got your goddamn ring on my finger."

"I'm not blaming you, Isabella," I said, trying to explain. I didn't want her to be mad at me about this. "I'm just venting, babe."

"Ok, so I can vent to you about the girls looking at you?" she asked.

"You told me to be nice," I reminded her. "I've been silent."

"I'm not blaming you. I'm just venting, babe."

I smiled. "You're good at this."

"Good at what?" she asked.

"I don't know. Talking to me about hard things."

"I think you're doing pretty good too," she said, meeting her forehead to mine.

Anna sat across from us, clunking her tray down on the table. She reached for Isabella's hand. Isabella looked truly happy to see her. Anna said, "A bunch of us are going to the beach today, Isabella, and you're invited. Paul's not." She glanced at me then returned her gaze to Isabella.

"It's a public beach," I said to her, failing at being kind. "Isabella, we can do whatever you want. I don't mind going to the beach after school but it's up to you."

She looked me in the eye. "I kinda wanted to unpack, listen to music, maybe dance a little bit while we put stuff away."

"That sounds way more chill than the beach with those guys."

She turned back to Anna. "All my stuff is scattered around the living room. It's a disaster. But keep me in mind for next time, ok?"

"Sure, Isabella. Is this your engagement ring?" Anna asked, looking at her hand. "It's beautiful. I didn't believe he'd follow through. Congratulations."

"Thank you. It'll be a while before we get married though. I believe in long engagements. So long," Isabella said.

"Paul, don't wait too long," Anna warned me. "There are a lot of guys who have noticed her, guys who are for real nicer than you and smarter too."

"Any that are hotter, Anna?" Isabella asked, stroking my bicep seductively.

"I couldn't say," Anna said, grinning at her.

"That's what I thought." Isabella winked at her. She really was the ho-whisperer.

Anna left. Kim slid into her place and Jared followed. "Can I see the ring?" Kim asked. Isabella held out her hand dutifully. "I can't believe you guys are engaged before us!"

"We're only sort of engaged," Isabella clarified.

"She didn't turn me down," I repeated.

"I said eventually," Isabella finished.

"But he gave you a ring!" Kim gushed.

"Yeah, an engagement makes this all make a bit more sense," Isabella said, "me transferring to this school."

"It's so romantic, Bella!"

"Thanks, it feels right, being with Paul, ya know?"

"You're making me look bad, Paul," Jared said.

"Doubtful," I said.

"Jared's wonderful all the time," Kim said. "You guys are just so new and cute."

"Kim, do you want to visit Emily on Wednesday instead of going to the library?" Isabella asked, to my surprise.

"Yeah, that'll be fun."

"I feel like I have a lot to learn from you two and we really didn't scratch the surface on Sunday."

Jared and I exchanged worried glances.

When Isabella finished eating everything on her lunch tray that she wanted, I ate everything she didn't want. It was an unexpected perk of having a girlfriend.

I got to be with Isabella for the last three classes of the day. It was awesome until the end of the day, the end of the last period. We were both packing our bags to go when Daniel Steed sat down on the other side of Isabella.

"Hey Bella, some of us are going to the beach," he said. "I was hoping you'd come with me."

"No, thank you," she said, not even looking at him.

"It's going to be a good time. I can show you around, give you a private tour."

"I have plans with my fiance, Paul." We were already holding hands but she reached her other hand over to stroke my bicep.

"Listen, Bella, I don't know what this guy told you but he's a dirtbag," Daniel said, gesturing to me. I could feel my muscles tense under Bella's hand. With great effort, I didn't tighten my hand around hers, I didn't want to crush her hand like I crushed the fork handle earlier. Daniel continued, "There's going to be a lot of good guys there. Of course I'd love to get to know you, just the two of us, but if there's someone else you're interested in-"

"I'm going home with Paul," she said firmly, "the only guy I'm interested in. He won't be at the beach, so there will be no guy at the beach that I'm interested in. Kindly, go fuck yourself. Let's go, Paul." Then she looked over at my face and her whole demeanor changed.

Daniel followed her gaze and almost fell out of his chair when his eyes met mine. He backed away slowly until he was in the hallway.

Isabella climbed onto my lap and put her head on my chest. "My sweet and sexy Paul, with a super sexy body like Sam Uley."

I burst out laughing. She had completely tamed me.

She continued. "I can see why you were an asshole to some people. Being polite didn't make him go away."

"He'll be back, too. Daniel's a persistent little shit." I felt my anger rushing through me just thinking about him.

"Why did he do that right in front of you?"

"Daniel was the school bully when we were younger," I explained. "Before the shift, before the pack, I was an easy target. If he could steal my girl right under my nose, it would be like old times for him."

"Oh Paul." She nuzzled her face in my neck and it was so comforting. "I would have been a bitch to him way sooner if I knew that."

"You did good. You were firm. Let's go home."

She kissed my lips, then got up off my lap. We walked home with my arm around her shoulder and her hand in the back pocket of my jeans, groping my ass.

When we walked through the door, she pushed me to the couch and straddled my lap, kissing my face. She pulled my shirt off, then she pulled off her hoodie.

A minute later, we were both completely naked. I held her hips in place while I thrusted up into her. "Feels so good, Paul!" She rested her forehead on my shoulder.

I lifted her head up so I could look into her eyes. Even with her on top, I had the control now. She could easily lift herself up if it was too much, but I felt free to move into her. I leaned back into the couch, gaining purchase. My hips took on a life of their own, bringing me deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. She was flushed and breathless, so fucking beautiful, watching my face, my passion for her evident. Her hands were clutching my forearms.

I took one hand off her hip and brought my thumb to her clit, adding gentle strokes in rhythm with my thrusts. I leaned forward to kiss her, grinding myself against her as I did. I could feel my own climax approaching. It was important to me that she came first so I slowed down and focused on her with my thumb again.

"Yes," she whispered as she climaxed on my hand. I thrusted into her as deep as I could go, pulling her closer to me by her hips. It was the ultimate connection. I was looking into her eyes as I released into her. I held her to me, but it only took a few minutes for her to get wiggly, wanting to get up and get dressed.

It was time to unpack all of her shit.

I moved the dresser into our bedroom first. There was a lot of discussion about where it should go. Isabella wanted it to be on her side of the bed since she didn't have a bedside table. She thought it could double as both a dresser and a nightstand.

"I can make you a bedside table," I told her. "Using the dresser will completely throw off the balance of the room. And it will make it easier for you to get dressed by the bed and I like watching you walk around naked in the morning."

"Fine," she agreed, "but I don't want you to make me a bedside table. I want yours. You can make your own table. Then it will get done quicker."

I carried my table to her side of the bed, if you can call it that. So far, she has slept on top of me every night. "This is silly," I said. "I'll make a table for you much faster than I'll make one for myself."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the imprint makes me want to do what you need."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, this is why we went to Sam's, because I knew I wasn't explaining everything right. Let me see if I can remember this." I thought about it, then recited it as best I could. "The imprint makes you become whatever they need: a sibling, a friend or a lover. Those are called the stages of the imprint. They are called the stages of an imprint because sometimes the imprint isn't ready for a romantic relationship, like Emily and Sam, so the wolf has to adapt."

"Cool. What does that have to do with making a table?" she asked.

"Ok, my understanding is that being what she needs goes beyond the stages, so I'll just want to do stuff for you if you want me to. I was a little concerned about that when Sam and Emily got together, like she could boss him around. So far, it hasn't been a problem though."

"Isn't that part of being in love? Wanting to do stuff for each other? To take care of each other?"

"I have no idea," I answered. "Is it?"

"I think so. You're my first true love too, but even with Edward, I wanted to do stuff for him. And I want to do stuff for you too. Maybe I'll make you a bedside table."

"I'd love that," I said truthfully. Picturing her working with tools was hot as hell.

"It might look weird because I don't know how to do that."

"Me neither, honestly, but we can paint it."

"Let's put stuff away," she redirected me, "then maybe we can do that tomorrow. Do none of these button up shirts fit you?" She asked, pawing through my shirts in the closet.

"They don't button over my chest."

She was stripping naked in front of the closet door, completely unprompted. I just watched. She said, "I've always wanted to do this."

"Be naked in my room?"

"Our room. No! Wear a men's button up shirt with nothing under it. It always looked so sexy in the movies."

"You don't need the shirt to look sexy. You're doing great without it."

She was unbuttoning the top two buttons of the shirt on the hanger, then she slid it on over her head. She looked super sexy. My legs were walking toward her without me making any decision about it.

"How does it look?" She asked, turning to face the full length mirror.

"Sexy as hell. I want to rip it off you and ravish you."

She turned around in my arms. She stood up tall to whisper in my ear, "Do it."

The buttons flew everywhere.