Part 1 ; Being Jacob's girlfriend and Paul's imprint, and Paul reveals he wants to be more than friends.
You looked around the beach with bored eyes. The seat beneath you felt uncomfortable and you were tempted to get up from the wooden picnic table and instead sit on the sand. In your head you weighed the pros and cons. Splinters on ass or sand in places where there shouldn't be sand. I think the choice is obvious. You remained seated.
"Y/N, thanks for meeting me here."
You turned to the owner of the voice, Paul Lahote. Jacob's pack brother and a good friend of yours. Around the reservation he was known as a ladies man, but he had never been less than a gentleman towards you.
"Of course Paul, what's up? What's so important that you couldn't text me?" You both laughed, knowing that the wolf having a cellphone would be a waste of time and money. With his attitude, the thing would be smashed to bits in minutes.
Paul sat across from you, a serious look on his face. "We need to talk." He sighed. Your eyes widened in horror, knowing those four words never preceded anything good. Your mind immediately jumped to conclusions. "Is Jake hurt? Is he okay? Is Bella Swan-" Paul cut you off from your rant, your fists clenching at the thought of Bella hovering near your boyfriend.
His fist slammed down on the table, the impact making the wood groan in protest. "Dammit will you forget about Jacob for a second? He's fine. I want to talk to you. Us. We. Not you, me, and Jacob. Just Y/N and Paul." He practically growled out. You stared at him with wide eyes, not used to his hostility. Not towards you anyway. "Paul?"
His face softened and he shook his head. "Look, I'm sorry. I just... this is important. I'm sorry. I never wanted this to happen." You rested a hand over his, feeling him stiffen at your touch. You frowned and pulled away, sure that you offended him in some way. "No wait." He held your hand over his and sighed.
"Did Jake ever tell you about imprinting?" His words were soft and comforting, you could hear his genuine feeling behind them. You nodded your head. Jake had told you about imprinting. He said it was a wolf's way of finding his (or in Leah's case, her) soul mate. The wolf will be anything to the imprint. A friend, guardian, sibling, or a lover. Jake didn't imprint on you, but he told you that his feelings for you wouldn't change if he ever did imprint.
Your eyes widened and you could feel your heart pounding in your ears. "Did he... did he imprint on someone?" You whispered. Tears stung the corner of your eyes and Paul immediately sprang into action, his hand reaching across the table to cup your cheek. "Y/N, look at me." You did. You stared into Paul's eyes, a dark brown that reminded you of warm chocolate that would melt at any moment.
"Y/N, he didn't imprint. I did. On you." You almost didn't hear the words because you had been captivated by his eyes. When you did though, that was a different story. You jerked your head back out of his reach and gaped at the temperamental wolf. "How long have you known?" What the hell? Oh my god what am I going to tell Jake? WAIT! IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE ROMANTIC!
You sighed in relief, panic suddenly leaving you. "It's okay, Jake can handle this. It won't have to affect anything." You smiled at him. "After all, we can just stay friends right?" He stiffened again and you didn't fail to catch the slight growl he released. "That's the thing Y/N. I don't want to be just friends. I want to be with you." Dread filled your heart again. You weren't sure what to do now.
"Does Jake know?" You bit your bottom lip nervously, quickly stopping when you saw how his eyes zeroed in on how it caught between your teeth. Paul was about to speak when something behind you made him go silent.
"Does he know what?"
Jacob.
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Part 2 ; Jacob finding out that Paul imprinted on you, Jacob's girlfriend.
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CULLENS || TWLGHT OS 01
FanficNot my own imagines, from tumblr. Tumblr account and author will be mentioned each chapter. DISCLAIMER : I don't own these characters and all the works are from there rightful owners.