Paul's POV

Ok, I know what I was doing was wrong, but who's there to stop me. Emily (Sam's imprint) has always told me that sleeping around and having meaningless flings with random girls will affect my relationship with my imprint. Of course I told her nicely (since Sam would bust my nuts if I ever spoke rudely to her) that I am never going to get an imprint and that I never want one. All imprinting does is turn you into a whipped puppy that becomes a pansy. Who the hell would want that? Oh yeah, Jared and Sam.

I never realised how much stuff I would regret as soon as I heard her incredible laugh coming from the cafeteria. I looked into those beautiful green eyes and knew straight away that I was hers. I knew I would be anything she wanted me to be, I knew that I loved her with my whole heart- and I don't even know her name. I left that girl… what's her name? Alice? Allison? Allie? Something like that, in the corridor. I don't care where she is, I don't care where anyone is except for the most beautiful girl I have ever had the chance to lay my eyes on. How have I become this lucky? What could I have possible done in my life that was so good, to deserve her… and knowing straight away that I had imprinted on her I knew one thing, she was mine…

All mine!

Nicky's POV

He was just standing there… staring. I didn't know what to do; no one else was doing anything. I felt this weird connection to him but that's just stupid, I just find him attractive I barely know the guy, let alone fell a connection to him. Pfft!

I stared around at the table and noticed that everyone looked was looking at each other funny, Jared had a knowing smile, Quil and Embry were trying not to laugh, Jake looked stunned, Leah looked disgusted, Kim and Seth were smiling while Brady and Collin looked more confused than I was.

"Is he ok?" I whispered to the table, nodding my direction to the strange boy-man.

Leah snorted, "He's ok now." she mumbled, earning an elbow to the stomach from Seth.

I looked back at Paul, waiting for him to do or say something. God it's like Déjà-vu from the office again.

"Are you ok?" I asked him softly, maybe there was something wrong with him. He just looked stunned; he must have found the energy to move his head around… I think he was nodding, meh who knows?

It was an awkward silence at the table and I hated that. No one else in the cafeteria is being weird.

"I don't get it…" Brady whispered to Collin quietly.

"Me neither," I said more to myself then anyone. Brady's head shot up and he looked surprised

"You heard that?" he said suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at me. Out of nowhere Paul growled putting his hands on my shoulders and glaring at Brady. Brady cowered in his seat and all I could do was try and not to squirm under his tense arms. There was a spark of electricity that shot through my body when he touched me… but I ignored that completely.

"It was kind of hard not too," I defended myself. This is the second time I have heard something I shouldn't have.

"Paul sit down already," Leah said impatiently gesturing to the seat across from me. In the corner of my eye I saw that Paul looked torn apart, like he couldn't bare to leave me alone. Maybe I was going crazy, but I was kind of hoping he could have sat next to me.

Paul reluctantly sat down in the spot next to Leah and then he turned his attention to me. Again. Not awkward at all. I was twitching nervously under his gaze, it made me uncomfortable. I noticed it was kind of how Jared looked at Kim, how does she put up with it? Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and got annoyed.

"What?" I snapped at him. He looked taken back and I swear I heard Quil laugh.

"Um... Err… I-I, w-hats your name?" He stuttered.

"Nicky…" I said slowly.

"Nicky," He mouthed to himself. A smile gracing his lips.

I tried to keep my mouth shut so I wouldn't say 'Duh' it's a habit I guess. I turned my attention to everyone else at the table and they all quickly started eating or drinking, acting like they weren't listening the entire time.

It seemed as though this conversation was going nowhere, since all Paul wanted to do was stare at me like an idiot, so I decided I would find my books for the next class.

"Hey, I'm going to go to my locker early. I guess I'll see you guys around." I said picking up my rubbish and standing from the table. I heard a couple 'Byes' and 'see ya laters' from everyone before I could turn around.

"I'll go with you!" Paul said standing up hopefully.

"Nah, it's ok." I said not failing to notice his face fall.

I started walking off when I felt a presence behind me. I turned around in a swift movement and was facing a very muscley chest. At first I thought it was Quil's but whoever this is had more muscles and was taller. I looked up to the eyes of Paul. Who was smirking down at me, noticing that I was checking him out. Sprung!

Wait, smirking? Where did that come from? What happened to the shy, stuttering Paul?

"I'll walk you to your locker," he said grabbing hold of my hand and walking me down the hall. I pulled my hand out of his immediately. Did he think I was stupid? I obviously know where my own locker is.

"I can do it." I said calmly walking away from him. He caught up to me easily and tried to grab hold of my hand again. His fingers brushed against mine before I decided I would put my hands safely in my pocket. I gave him an innocent smile before I turned to my locker and twisted the lock open. I grabbed my schedule out of my pocket before it was snatched out of my hands. Err… rude much?

"Ah, thanks." I said snatching it back from him.

"You don't need that." he said pointing to the crumpled piece of paper. I raised my eyebrows, "No?"

"Nah, I'll take you to your classes." He said with a head nod. I smiled at him, that was nice.

"Thanks." I said sincerely.

I grabbed my books for my next class. Maths. I groaned inwardly. This is my worst subject. I always got so distracted. And Mr. Muscles over here won't help one bit if he's in my class.

"So tell me about yourself." Paul said leaning against the lockers staring at me intently.

"Ah… what about me? I'm not that interesting you know." I knew I was lying. My whole life is interesting, but it's best he shouldn't know that.

"I find you very, very interesting." he said leaning in closer. For a brief seconds I saw his eyes dart down to my lips and then back to my eyes, as if asking permission.

I turned my head quickly to avoid him and closed the door of my locker.

"Well, I have a little sister Carly. She's twelve. We are really close, we live with my mum. We used to live in California… and yeah." I finished off lamely. He was nodding to himself looking down at his shoes.

"What about you?" I gracefully sat down and leaned against the lockers, patting the spot next to me. He smiled at me and plopped himself down next to me. So graceful.

"I have a little sister too, Mandy. She's only eight. I live with my mum and dad." he stopped suddenly and then turned to face me. "Why did you move here?" He asked seriously.

"My mum wanted a new start." I said shrugging my shoulders. "Why?" I said looking at his face to see if he knew anything.

"Just wanted to know what made you come here… to me." he mumbled the last part so quietly even I could barely hear. And I had ears like a freaking hawk!

I decided to ignore his last comment and was about to ask him about La Push when a tall girl came round the corner in short, and I mean really, short denim skirt and a tight tank top showing off her boobs that were supported by an obvious stuffed bra. She was Quileute and could be really pretty if she got rid of that gunk she calls make-up off her face. She looked very pissed off and came storming down the hall. I heard Paul gulp loudly and I turned to face him curiously.

"Paul." the girl stopping in front of us. Paul looked at me, begging with his eyes for me to stay.

"Yes Allison?" He said nervously. He stood up cautiously and looked her in the eye. I noticed how she turned to glare at me for a quick second.

I knew I shouldn't get involved but I sure as hell was going to watch. This looked entertaining, so I did what seemed best in a situation like this. I got comfy.

"What are doing?" She demanded. She held her chin up high making her curly hair bounce around her face.

"Talking with Nicky." he said smiling down at me. I tried to keep my face blank as I watched 'Allison' raise her eyebrows.

"Who is she?" she said not caring how rude she sounded. Ok heart, stop being dramatic because Paul clearly has a girlfriend, I don't even like Paul. He's rude… remember?

Paul didn't have time to speak before Allison rolled her eyes and then pouted. "Paul, you left me all alone in the corridor before- want to finish off what we started," she said with a wink.

I couldn't help but show the disgust on my face. Ok, that's gross. I did not want to know what they wanted to show off. Paul must have noticed my face and started shaking his head vigorously.

"No-no, no, no, no!" he said denying the whole thing.

I started to get up with a sigh only to have Paul shove his hand in my face. I ignored his hand and got up by myself.

"I'm going to go find Kim." I stated with a shrug. I gave Allison a head nod goodbye and saw that she only gave me a dirty look. I was about to walk off when I heard paul shout, "Nicky, wait!" I twisted around and saw his expression pained.

"What?" I said casually.

"Don't walk away from me…" he mumbled, his eyes full of sadness.

I didn't know what to do or say. I mean how can you respond to that?

"Ahem! Paul, let's go." Allison said grabbing his arm and trying to pull him in the other direction.

I should have known. The bad boy vibe must have also been the player vibe to. I bet I can figure him out right now. He's a player that sleeps around, uses girls for sex and then moves on to the next girl not caring who he hurts in the process.

Not that I have ever dated anyone like Paul before but I can just tell that he was someone like that. And to be honest: any of my thoughts about taking a liking to him vanished after that. I'm not going to put myself through heartache, it's not worth it. I have seen my friends plunged into sadness and depression over guys, and it ruins their spirit and great personalities along the way. I don't want that happening to me.

I smiled sadly at him before walking down the corridor the way I came, heading for the cafeteria to find Kim.

Paul's just another player in the dating game. And this team, has just with-drawled.