A/N: Hey guys, as this was originally meant to be a one shot I have changed a few things to this first chapter to fit in with the story. If you are new to the story, it shouldn't matter but if you've already read the first chapter, you may want to re-read it.

Thanks!

Chapter One

It was raining. Of course, for this part of Washington, that wasn't uncommon. I had just transferred from Forks High to La Push Reservation School. Jake had thought it was a good idea after Alice had snuck into my house. He said it showed how easy it was for someone to slip through the packs defences. I agreed so with school going back he had convinced the Council to let me transfer. I hadn't gone with Alice that night but I hadn't chosen to be with Jake either. For once in my life, I had chosen myself. It was nice. I finally felt free to get on with my life with the break up or Jake's constant advances holding me back. I could finally be myself.

I had made it through my almost full first day of school after spring break and was headed to my last class of the day: Geography. I'd always hated Geography for some reason. Maybe it was my fifth grade teacher who ruined it for me? Probably, I decided. She was one of the worst teachers of all time I concluded. Back in the present, I walked up to… I quickly checked my time table… Mr Mathews' desk and presented him with the sheet of paper I had to get all the teachers to sign. As he looked over the sheet, I checked out the classroom, looking for an available seat. I found only one. And it was located next to the one and only Paul Lahote. The werewolf who had phased in front of me and confirmed to me that werewolves exist. The werewolf who had made it his mission to make my life hell since he found out I would be coming to this school. He had strong views about a pale face being involved in 'tribe business.' And I had to sit next to him for the rest of the semester. I wasn't the cursing type but right now I felt like it.

"Bella?" Mr Mathews tried to catch my attention. At the sound of my name, Paul looked up. I had to drag my gaze from him. I took the paper back from Mr Mathews and started towards the only empty seat in the classroom. I sighed. Sitting down, I noticed Paul's gaze was conspicuously pointed away from me. I was going to say something, challenge him maybe but the teacher chose that moment to start the lesson. This was going to be a long class. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. A deep breath of the most amazing scent in the world. I took another deep breath through my nose and another and another, trying to breath in more of the scent. Electricity shot through me and I took another deep breath. I was completely aroused by this point and could feel Paul's eyes on me. Shit, he could probably smell me. That was forgotten as soon as I took another breath. Oh god it must be him. It was like vanilla plus the natural scent of man. My head tipped back and I supressed a moan. Paul's hand suddenly shot up.

"Sir? I think I should take Bella to the nurse's office. She doesn't look too good." His voice was filled with concern, but with a hint of something underneath. Was that lust? I doubt Mr Mathews picked up on it but with one look at me he told Paul to take me straight to the nurse.

"Just make sure she doesn't faint." Paul practically pulled me from my chair and half carried me out the door. A little way down the hall he stopped and bent down to look me in the eyes.

"Can you stand?" he asked, concern still flashing in his eyes.

"Mmm" it was all I could manage but he took it as an agreement. He grabbed my hand and began practically dragging me behind him. I got the feeling we weren't going to the nurse's office. He led me to what looked like a janitor's closet. He pushed open the door and I followed him inside. As soon as the door was shut behind me, he pushed me up against it and kissed me. One hand was cupping my face and the other was braced against the door behind me. My hands tangled in his hair and I tried to pull him down into me further. He groaned and his tongue was at my lips, asking for permission I gratefully granted. We kissed like that, hungrily trying to devour each other until I needed to come up for air. His lips moved to my neck, attacking my pulse point and I moaned. The moan brought me back to reality and I fought to stay coherent through his amazing scent.

"Paul," I tried to catch his attention.

"Mmhmm," he hummed against my neck.

"Paul, we have to stop." I told him. I couldn't do this. Not with the werewolf who hated me.

"Shh." He told me, his voice still muffled against my neck.

"Now we definitely have to stop. Paul I hardly know you, this isn't right." I tried to push him off me. I wasn't going to be some quick fuck if he was going to leave me for his soul mate. I knew he hated me but this was just cold. At least he was honest. Jake once told me about Paul being a man whore 'He's a man whore but at least he doesn't lie to them. All the girls who come into his bed know what their getting into.' Paul stopped and brought his face up to look me in the eye.

"Bella, have you ever done what isn't right? Can't you just be free for once? Just be a normal teenager for once in your life." Looking in his eyes, it felt like that was exactly what I needed. I needed to just be free. I talk tough about finally being myself but I realised I was still holding back. He must have seen something in my eyes because he went back to kissing my neck. He licked a long line from where my neck met my shoulder to my ear and I nearly fainted. Only his hands on my waist were keeping me upright. This was crazy, he hated me! I told him as much.

"Bella, I never hated you. But I was angry. You were the leech lover," he spat the words out like they tasted bad, "and I didn't have a choice. But I never hated you. Now no more talking." I didn't know what to say. There were so many questions he had to answer. But I decided they could wait because as I opened my mouth to ask them, he kissed me. And the most surprising thing: I found myself kissing him back. This was exactly what I needed: to be a teenager, act silly, be free. It felt good. Really good. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed me harder against the wall and I felt his arousal hard against my jeans. I moaned this time but didn't stop him. I realised then there would be no stopping. This wasn't like Edward or even with Jake where there were constant boundaries and lines not to be crossed. Of course with Edward they had been for my own safety and with Jake they had been set by me but the principle was the same. This time there would be no stopping because I didn't want to stop and neither did Paul. His hand was brushing against the waistband of my jeans, waiting for approval. I nodded against his lips and his fingers slipped into my panties. His other hand came down and unbuttoned my jeans. I pressed against his hand and heard him moan. "Mmm, so wet." I nearly cried out myself but stopped when I remembered where we were.

"Paul, wont they hear?" I worried

"Don't worry babe, the classroom next to us is empty and the only other one is on the other side of the hall." He pushed his fingers into me and this time I did cry out. It felt so good. He took up a rhythm and I could feel a pressure building deep inside me. It was building and building, almost to bursting point. I had never been touched like this before so I had no idea what to expect. His thumb rubbed over my clit and I cried out. The dam burst and I half screamed a kind of strangled out moan. Not sexy at all but I couldn't hold it back. Paul pulled his hand back and I moaned at the loss of contact. "Shh babe, there's more where that came from, but you're gonna have to be patient." His hand played with the hem of my shirt and I lifted my arms up so he could slip it over my head. We went back to kissing passionately. This was definitely the furthest I had ever been with a guy but I didn't expect it to stop here. A warm, tan hand came up to cup my breast and I moaned. His thumb flicked over my nipple as he kneaded my breast.

"Ahh, more!" I cried out.

"Patient baby, that part's coming." His voice was low and sultry and it made me moan again. My own hands found the edge of his shirt and I pushed it up and over his head. I ran my hands over his chest and he groaned. I gasped as I felt two hands cup my butt and squeeze. "Are you ready?" he asked. I just nodded my head, not trust my voice to form the words. Paul chuckled, low and deep in his throat. He untangled my legs from around his waist and I slid to the floor so he could slide my pants down my legs. My panties went next and then his pants. Of course, he went commando. He lifted me back up and my legs wrapped around me again. I could feel his erection rubbing against my thigh. "This is gonna hurt babe." He sounded apologetic and regretful, like it hurt him to cause me pain. Maybe it did? Was that part of the imprint too? The next thing I knew, he had slipped into me until he hit my barrier. "I'm really sorry honey." He said softly and pushed through it. I tried to hold back the little high pitched squeal so it came out all strangled. I bit my lip and we just breathed together until the burning pain subsided. "Are you ok?" Paul asked. I just nodded again. He moved slowly out and then pushed back in. I gasped. It felt so different to his fingers but it was oh so good. He chuckled again and I couldn't help but smile. I realised then that in this moment, I was one hundred per cent without a doubt, the happiest I'd been in a very long time. He pulled out and pushed back in again and this time I moaned. He took up a slow pounding rhythm and I could feel that pressure building again. I was moaning and groaning and going almost wild for him. It just felt amazing. My hands roamed his back, feeling along the rippling muscles. He groaned. That pressure was almost at bursting point now. AS if he could tell, Paul picked up his pace. That sent me over the edge. I cried out and my nails racked down his back. That made him groan again and he buried his face in my neck. He began to shake and I cried out again as he bit down on my pulse. He shuddered one last time and went still. We breathed together, just enjoying each other and being close. He pulled out and I slid down him to the floor. I was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and was reluctant to put my clothes back on. I sighed.

"What wrong?" Paul asked, concern flashing in his eyes. I considered telling him nothing but doubted he'd drop it.

"Well, it's just as soon as we leave this room, reality comes back. We're going to have to deal with our problems."

"Don't worry babe," I figured the 'babe' thing was habit, "It's nothing you can't handle." He smiled at me and I instantly melted. If he believed it, everything would be fine. I smiled back at him.

"Ok, but what we did never leaves this room." He had to know that if this ever got out, it would ruin my life. I'd just moved on from two other guys and had jumped so quickly onto another, quiet literally. "I know, trust me babe, I've done this before." Well, at least he understood. "But we really have to get dressed now. That bell is going to go any minute now." He didn't sound nearly as worried as he should. We got dressed in silence after that. We stopped to kiss a few times but apart from that managed to keep our hands to ourselves. When we were done, he grabbed my hand and was about to lead me from the room when he stopped. "Babe, before in class, what had you so worked up?" he asked. Oh crap. How did I answer that?

"Umm, well it was you." I stuttered, "Your scent, it was too much, just so amazing." I sighed and looked away dreamily.

"Babe, I feel exactly the same." He chuckled and walked from the closet, leaving me in the dark as the bell rang.