Hurt (Paul Lahote FanFiction)

Prt 1

*Olivia's PoV*

Paul and I had been together for just over a year now. Although we had only been an official couple for a year Paul has been in my life for, well my whole life and if I'm honest I thought that would never change.

I know what everyone says about him, that he's arrogant and hot headed, with no filter or regard for others but that's just the role that he plays for other people. The Paul that I know, the Paul that is reserved just for me is sweet and kind, he's gentle and loyal,he would do anything for the people he cares about. He looks out for me and after me like no one else in my life not even my parents.

I can wholeheartedly say that I am in love with Paul Lahote ever single little part of him. From that stupid smug grin he has when he thinks he's right, to the way that he twirls my hair around his index finger absentmindedly when we cuddle on his couch. Damn I even love that he drools in his sleep and snores way louder than I thought was humanly possible.

But recently things have changed it's like my Paul has packed up and moved to Canada and left behind this whole other person I don't even know.

For the last couple of weeks every little thing sets him off. He become angry and agitated over nothing, kids walking too slowly in the halls as school, traffic lights not changing fast enough, he even yelled at poor Finley Davis the shy boy I was partnered with in chemistry for smiling at me in the cafeteria.

He hasn't turned up to school in the last three days, ignored all my phone calls and messages. His dad says he's sick and that i can't see him but the last time I checked (unless he's literally on deaths doorstep) sick people can still answer a fucking phone.

Yesterday I decided I'd had enough, three days was too long without speaking to him, I don't care if I catch the fucking plague I needed to see him.

Sure I was angry that he hadn't bothered to return a single text or call but if he was really sick then I figured a strong word or two and I'd be over it. Was I confused as to why he didn't want me around all of a sudden -when ever other time he'd been sick he practically beg me to come look after him- sure I was. More than anything though I missed him.

After school I drove straight to his house ready to push past his dad and tell him I didn't care that he was sick, and hoping he wasn't home so I could just walk in without the hassle.

That is not what happened, the longing I'd felt for him was washed away when I pulled up outside of his house. The anger and confusion were joined by hurt and embarrassment when I saw him standing at the edge of the woods in his backyard laughing with Jared Cameron.

He was wearing nothing but a pair of cut off jeans, not exactly the attire you'd expect any person to wear when it's barely 40 degrees and raining, especially not one who was "too sick" to speak to his fucking girlfriend.

He looked even more buff than he was merely a week ago, his shoulders broader, his back more muscular. It hadn't gone unnoticed to me that over the last few months his body had changed a lot. Muscle more defined than it had ever been, his clothes gradually stopped fitting, he'd gotten stronger and faster than he used to be. He'd even grown several inches to the point that I had to stand on my tiptoes just to place a kiss on his jawline. I had figured it was some kind of growth spurt or something.

As soon as he reached over to push Jared's shoulder and I saw the tattoo sitting on his arm it was like a lightbulb switched on inside my head. Sam Uley. Somehow Sam had gotten to Paul, everyone at school had watched it happen to Jared only a few months ago.

How had I been so stupid not to see it, it made perfect sense, well it did if the rumours about Sam were actually true. No one actually knows what it is Sam and Jared get up to but a lot of people think it's some kind of weird gang they are trying to start, they get juiced up, get that stupid tattoo and run around half naked all the time.