Full Moon (Bella and Paul)

Chapter 7

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I figured I'd clarify that these songs are just songs that helped me write the chapter, not songs that go with the chapter.

"So..." Paul said as he pulled up in front of my house.

"So..." I repeated, facing the car window and still not making eye contact with him. I was still fuming about him declaring himself the one to drive my car to my home.

"Okay fine, I'm sorry about driving your car home, I just think you should allow your brain to absorb all the information you took in today." He apologized.

"Whatever," I grumbled, still on the verge of a full-scale tantrum.

"Hey, don't be mad at me, I just did what I thought was right," He defended with a half joking tone.

"Don't worry, it's all guys do anyway," I mumbled until I remembered he could hear my words with his super-hearing. I quickly looked over my shoulder and caught a split-second of his heartbroken face before it disappeared behind a composed mask.

"Look, what do you need?!" He barked, "Do you need to talk about it, is that it?!" I was just starting to get used to his constant mood swings.

"Talk about what?!" I barked back.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what!" He snapped with a flare of frustration in his eyes.

"I swear, I have no clue whatsoever!" I answered with the same amount of frustration.

"The Leach, Jacob, the freaky hand power thing you have, the imprint, you, me, everything, us!" He shouted.

I stayed silent for a few counts before replying in a low voice with all the bitterness I could muster, "I am not discussing how I feel with you." His mask crumbled away, revealing what resembled a wounded animal. He looked heartbroken. For maybe a second I wondered if this is what Edward saw, the hurt that he inflicted in me being similar to how I was hurting Paul. Will I never stop hurting others? Paul seemed like a jerk and possibly a bit of a nut job, but I still didn't want to cause anyone pain.

Then he spoke in a gentle voice, "You can trust me. You can talk to me if you need to. I'll listen, you know." His eyes were full of so much kindness and compassion that it was hard to believe he was shouting a few seconds ago.

However, forgetting​ my previous thought process, I was still looking for a fight. "No, I don't know! I've met you, what, a few hours ago? Then you tell me that we're supposedly soulmates," I made quote symbols with my hands as I said that word, "And you know this because you phase into a horse-sized husky puppy!?" He stayed silent, which was satisfing. I'm getting through to him. "So tell me Paul, why should I trust you?" I spoke in a low tone again. This man was acting absolutely ridiculous! What was wrong with him? I've seen when people act crazy, but this boy seemed positively insane.

He was completely still for a few heartbeats then he spoke so soft, I could barely hear him. "Because I care about you, Bella. And I always will."

He was starting to frustrate me yet again. "Why, Paul?!"

This time he answered with no hesitation, "Because, you're my imprint." His face had a sweet smile of adoration stuck to it.

I threw my hands up. "Ugh! Stop using that word!"

"Oh? I suppose you would like to use the word soulmate?" He asked rhetorically.

"No, I don't wanna be anything!" I didn't exactly regret that line, I regretted the way it felt rolling off my tongue. I despised how the pit in my stomach grew when I said those words. They were the truth, but I didn't want to hurt people, even if I was using reality to slap them in the face.