Title: Lost and Confused

Author: jwolf11209

Pairings: Jacob/Paul

Rating: MA

Warning: M/M, mpreg, language

Disclaimer: The characters used in this story do not belong to me.

Chapter: 1

Summary: He stared at the other boy in disbelief. And only when he took in the look on Jacob's face did he realize that the other wolf must have imprinted too.

Chapter 1

He could feel his connection to everything around him breaking. His ties to the world becoming centered around one person. Everything and everyone around him disappeared until the only thing he could see or hear or feel was Paul. Who was staring at him, disbelief the only emotion Jacob could distinguish on the other boy's face.

These sudden feelings he had for Paul were extremely disconcerting. What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of screwed up wolf thing? Before his change, he hadn't even liked Paul! The other wolf was quick to anger, fighting at the smallest of provocations. And he was just naturally unapproachable most of the time.

But maybe that was only because Jacob didn't know him very well. He hadn't really liked any of the wolves before he became one of them. Hadn't liked the way they walked around acting like they owned the place. He understood now that the pack deserved the respect they got. It was their job to protect the people of La Push, and they took it very seriously.

Jacob shook himself mentally, trying to rid himself of these strange new emotions, but they wouldn't leave! He walked toward the other wolf, unable to stop himself from drawing nearer. His whole body was pulling him toward Paul, and he couldn't resist the call.

He was only vaguely aware of Sam trying to get his attention. But his body wasn't responding to anything but the constant tug that brought him closer and closer to Paul.

But then Paul seemed to snap out of his stupor, and the other wolf quickly backed away from Jacob. He continued forward, unable to deny his craving for the other wolf. And then Paul was running away, not once looking back as he hurried to get away from Jacob.

***

Hell, no!!! I did not just imprint on Jacob! I don't even like guys, so why the hell would I imprint on one?!

He stared at the other boy in disbelief. And only when he took in the look on Jacob's face did he realize that the other wolf must have imprinted too. Only Jacob wouldn't have any idea what was happening, as he had only recently shifted for the first time. He hadn't been told all of the details concerning what it meant to be a wolf.

This relationship could not happen, though. Paul wouldn't let it, he decided. He would reject Jacob and just not let anyone know about his own imprinting. He would just have to avoid thinking about it when he was in wolf form. Nobody would ever have to know.

He would have to avoid Jacob too, though, or the other wolf would be able to figure it out. The smell of arousal was something that couldn't be hidden, and Paul knew that attraction was a part of imprinting. Especially when both parties were teenagers.

He snapped out of his thoughts as Jake stepped towards him. Oh, no! He was so not letting Jacob come anywhere near him until he had this all figured out. He quickly backed away, unable to think of anything to do except to run away. Which was normally the last thing he would do in any situation, but he couldn't let the others find out about his imprint.

He turned and dashed into the forest, not stopping until he was no longer able to hear or smell any of the other wolves. He didn't shift, since he knew he would be unable to sensor his thoughts at this moment.

This didn't make any sense. Imprints were supposed to be a way to continue the bloodline, to make sure the wolves didn't die out. Why would he and Jacob have imprinted on each other? What possible reason could there be for that?

Paul walked through the forest, trying and failing to stop thinking about Jake. Some invisible force seemed to pull him back in the direction of his imprint, but he ignored it, continuing to walk further and further away.

He didn't know where he was going. He only knew that he couldn't be near any of the other wolves while he was so confused. They would wonder what was wrong with him, and if they pestered him he would get angry and shift. Paul couldn't afford to shift right now, when his emotions were all over the place. He would give something away, and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.

He made his way home, just wanting to go to bed and forget this had ever happened. Maybe he would wake up to find this had all been a terrible dream. Somehow he doubted he would be that fortunate, though.

Paul climbed through his bedroom window, not wanting to deal with his parents. They would just piss him off even more, and he didn't need to deal with their crap on top of everything else right now.

He would have moved out of this house long ago if he had the money to. He didn't get along with his parents at all. His father was a drunk, always looking for an outlet for his anger. Most of the time Paul's mother got the brunt of it, but the bastard had been known to slap Paul around too, when he got bored with hitting a woman who wouldn't fight back.

That had been before Paul had become a wolf, of course. His father had stopped going after him when he proved to be too strong and fast for the man to get any hits in. Nothing like beating the weak to make yourself feel strong…at least that seemed to be his father's opinion.

Paul hated to see his mother being treated the way she was, but he couldn't do anything about it. He had tried to help her once, and she had turned on him, yelling about how it was none of his business and his father loved her and needed her and blah, blah, blah.

It was all a load of shit as far as Paul was concerned. His father didn't love anyone but himself. He drank to drown out the pain of losing his first son. He hated Paul because he reminded his father of the son he used to have. And he beat his wife to make himself feel strong, because his inability to save his first-born son made him feel weak.

Paul didn't even remember his older brother. He had died when Paul was young, and his parents rarely spoke of him. The only reason he even knew anything about his brother was Billy Black. The man knew what Paul's home life was like, and he had tried to explain his father's behavior, however wrong it was.

It was inexcusable to beat your wife and son, but Billy had wanted him to at least know why his father was so horrible. It had been an accident, but that didn't stop Paul's father from blaming himself. His father had been driving through an intersection, and some idiot had run a stop sign and slammed right into the passenger side of the car. Paul's brother, who had been sitting in the back passenger seat, was killed on impact.

Billy would have helped him to get out of his parents' house, but Paul didn't want anyone else to know about his situation, so he had refused.

And so here he was, sneaking around in his own house so no one would notice he was there. At least they weren't yelling right now. Paul hated it when his parents fought. He found it weird that his mother had no problem screaming at his father, but once the hitting started, she just stood there and took it. That was why he no longer had any respect for her.

Paul lay on his bed, trying to forget about his situation, his parents, everything in his life that sucked. And now this fucking imprint just made everything seem worse. The only thing he had felt good about in a long time was his ability to shift. It made him strong and fast and he was able to help protect his tribe from their enemies. At least he would be if they really had any enemies.

The Cullen's fit that description technically, but the vampires didn't even live in Forks anymore, and even when they had, they hadn't done anything to hurt the Quileute's. The family of vampires who had lived in Forks apparently didn't feed on humans, and they had stayed away from La Push. As long as they never broke the treaty, Paul didn't see anything bad happening.

He almost wished something like that would happen, though, if only so he could take out his anger on someone who deserved it. Paul didn't want to turn into his father, but sometimes his temper got the better of him. At least he was able to fight with the other wolves without seriously hurting anyone.

Which brought his thoughts back to Jake, for some unknown reason. Jake had never seemed the type to anger easily, but he was different now. The other wolf didn't like the changes he had gone through, and he blamed the vampires, even thought they were no longer around. There wasn't anyone else to blame, really, since they were created to kill the cold ones. But the change in personality was startling.

Paul hadn't ever been close to Jacob, which must be the reason he hadn't imprinted sooner. But before the other boy had become a wolf, he had always been smiling and laughing, the bright smile never leaving his face. It didn't seem right to see him so bitter and angry.

He pushed those thoughts away. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about Jacob, he reminded himself sternly. And it would be much easier to push the thoughts away if Jake wasn't so damn likable. Even with the bitterness.

***

He watched Paul until he was no longer visible, confused beyond belief. None of this made any sense. Why was Paul running away from him? Did he know what was happening?

Jake looked to Sam, wondering if the leader of the pack would be able to explain what the hell was going on. But he looked just as confused as Jacob was. Probably because he couldn't do the telepathic thing when they weren't in wolf form, Jake reminded himself.

"Would you mind telling me what is going on, Jacob?" Sam asked, still looking beyond confused.

"Um…" Jake started, unsure how to explain something so bizarre and not knowing if he even wanted to. What would Sam say about him suddenly having feelings for another boy? One of his pack members? Jacob had no idea, but didn't see any way out of telling Sam. The man would know as soon as they shifted whether Jake told him or not.

"I don't really know what happened. Me and Paul were just looking at each other and then it was like all I could see is him," he started, feeling stupid for having to say all this out loud. "And then I just felt this pull towards him, like my body wanted to be closer." He shrugged, not sure what else to say.

But Sam didn't look confused anymore. Jake would say he looked surprised more than anything else. Well, at least he doesn't seem to be angry.

So what do you think, should I continue? I'm not really sure where I want to go with it, but I have a few ideas, so if you wanna read more let me know! Reviews would be wonderful!!! ;) Thanks for reading!