AN: I am (finally) back! It's been a long haul for sure. Reminder not Stephanie Meyer :)

Hopefully this isn't too rough, it's been a really long time since I sat down and wrote something.

Third Person POV

Paul stared down at his phone, a mixture of emotions crossed his face – shock quickly faded away into fury. Whatever the message he got, he did not like. In his fury, he somehow seemed hesitant; Paul reached for his head and pulled at his hair and winced, almost like he was in pain. That brought him back into reality – he snarled and crushed his phone, pieces fell around his feet. That's the third one this month, thank god this dude does well for himself. He ran over to the kitchen door, threw it open, and hurtled over the porch.

Emily yells after Paul and the rest of the pack stares at each other wondering if they want to witness the reason for his abrupt departure.

Sam sighs, whispers "well fuck, don't feel like hiding a body today," and follows Paul into the forest.

Quil begins to open his mouth, Emily gives a pointed glare and he quickly closes it.

Paul POV

I don't even bother to strip my clothes before wolfing out. Even though deep down, I know Bella can handle herself, the imprint bond makes me feel her anger. I already didn't like Jacob, but this has really placed him high on my shit list. We aren't in high school anymore, he's got to get over this puppy, obsessive love. Bella is mine.

Lost in my anger, I hardly realize I am reaching Bella's home. I shake myself out of my thoughts as I hear yelling, lots of yelling. One thing I know is Bella is pissed.

Scratch that, Bella is LIVID.

Bella POV

"How much money, Bella?!" "How much money does it take for you to fuck someone?!" I jump as someone starts pounding and screaming outside my door. I grab a barbell laying by the counter and shuffle towards the door. I look through the peephole and realize it's someone very familiar – Jacob. I drop the barbell by my foot and pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Paul because honestly what the hell is going on.

Thank god Charlie isn't home, he would shoot. This door is going to break down, literally.

I resolve to let Jacob wear himself out and no doubt Paul and/or the pack is chasing after Jacob's dumb ass. I am not in the mood to deal with more La Push men today, I already broke my protein shaker when I threw it at Paul's thick skull. I don't need to break a hand.

I turn to walk back towards the kitchen when I hear a roaring yell saying I already smell like him and Paul is my Edward replacement. I pull out my phone again, shoot off another text to Paul, stomp over to the door and grab the barbell. It has been YEARS since Edward...Paul is my COACH. Edward is HISTORY; he is NOTHING to me. Jacob needs to get the hell over high school and get the hell out of my life. For the second time today, I see red.

I yank open the door and am face to face with a steaming Jacob Black.

I keep my voice as even and flat as possible. He may be a wolf but he hasn't seen a real bitch yet. "Get the hell off my deck Black."

Jacob snarls in return. "I though the pack made it clear years ago you weren't wanted here. Go back to wherever the Cullens shipped off too."

Nope, no, have seen the Sparkles since they left my ass in a meadow more than five years ago. Also you really think the wannabe diamonds would live in Florida?

I smirk before snarking "Big words coming from a person who was calling me Bells a couple hours ago and seemed relieved. Did the poor baby Chief get his big bad feelings hurty wurty?"

Jacob snarls in response. I take it as I've hit a sore point so I continue.

"Actually, according to your father, I can go anywhere I want on the La Push Reservation. Remember him? Your father? The Chief? I think he's got some pull over you Jacob. So take whatever, in the last couple hour that has died and shove it up your ass. I am not the Bella you knew more than five years ago and this one doesn't want to know you. So get off my porch before I do it for you."

"You're still the same Bella, the one that bags the big money boys who are bad for you and leave behind the good guy." Jacob yells.

Ugh, he's one of those I am the good guy -guys? I shudder internally.

"You're gonna let Paul have his way with you because he's got cash and leave behind someone that actually cares about you!" This guy is obsessed with money, he really has no idea who I am.

"If you really knew me, you would know that money doesn't mean anything to me. Obviously you don't and cannot get over things that happened more than FIVE years ago. You were a part of a scheme to get me to leave and I DID. So you should have nothing to say to me. You are the one who left and can't seem to get that through your thick SKULL!"

"Gold-digger!" "Can't seem to pass up an opportunity for a rich screw!"

"I want absolutely nothing to do with you Jacob Black! Get over your high school obsession with me! I tried to be your friend and that's all I wanted to be! I put up with your obvious attempts at more and tried to politely pass them off but nothing has seemed to get through. I do NOT want you. You are manipulative and illogical. Grow up and get away from my damn house."

Jacob started to lunge at me but I gripped the barbell harder and swung it like a bat.

CRACK!

Jacob must have been caught up guard by my sudden movement and I landed a blow to his right shoulder. Now that's a shock.

He stumbles off the porch and falls onto the driveway.

"You dislocated my damn shoulder!" he screams while clutching it.

I let the barbell roll out of my hand.

I hear a low growl from the forest surrounding my home. Paul is here. He can handle him now.

I start to turn back towards the front door and look back over my shoulder at Jacob stunned on the ground.

"You may be a wolf, but I am the real bitch around here."

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