So, this is a new FanFiction I'm starting showing maybe a different aspect of Paul and it's def. going to shake some things up that's for sure! It's before he becomes a wolf, if he even becomes one at all. DUN DUN DUN! And Bella's dad decided to live in La Push instead of Forks. Well, read and review. I hope you enjoy!
I do not own twilight, or any of its characters.
Chapter One: Whispers
Everyone knew today was the day, and the whispers around the school confirmed it for me.
"It's just a pale face what's the big deal?" I huffed under my breath.
I believed in preserving the old ways and our tribe just as much as the next guy, but what could one white girl and her father do to us? Her father used to be a friend of old Billy Blacks, so they couldn't be terrible. They just really needed a new house seeing as how he was to be the police chief of Forks, but didn't want to actually live there.
I closed my locker and clutched onto my cane I used to support me, but that didn't stop the guys who used to be my friends from kicking it out from under me.
I fell to the ground gripping my knee in agony, but everyone else just laughed.
"Look, Paul's on the ground again, where he belongs," Ryan laughed, "thanks for nothing football star."
"You're welcome dickhead." I hissed in pain.
A bell rang throughout the hallways and I pressed my head against the cold floor as the rest of the students rushed to their classes in laughter and conversation. I raised my neck over to look around me, but I felt like punching the lockers next to me when my eyes fell on my cane that was now halfway down the hall.
"I went from being the somebody, to being a nobody who gets his cane kicked around by lowlifes." I whispered.
I sat myself up against the lockers using all of my upper body strength and held my knee to my chest. I tried to pull my bottle of painkillers out of my pocket, but when I did so I accidentally popped the top off causing all of the pills to sprawl out on the hallway floor.
"Of course, nothing can go right for me!" I growled; punching the locker.
Pain began to course through my fist, but at least it took my mind off of the tremendous pain pulsating from my bad knee.
I used to be the La Push High School football star, with tons of friends, and I was going somewhere. Everything came crashing down on me when someone tackled me wrong during a game and hit my knee just right. I was in the hospital for two weeks after surgery for a shattered growth plate, and my mother took up drinking as well. I was her ticket out of here, and that ticket was ripped up to pieces.
I couldn't do anything, I was limited by a cane, a knee brace, and painkillers that I would rely on for the rest of my life. I lost everything.
I cradled my head in my hands and let out a sigh as tears manifested in my eyes.
I could hear some shuffling around me but I didn't bother to look up, just another student who would ridicule me for being pathetic. I heard a bottle click shut that sounded like the one that held my pills and my head snapped up to see a brown haired girl with pale skin. She accidentally dropped my cane and then turned bright red.
"I didn't mean to startle you I was just trying to help, " she said quietly. "I saw the medicine all over the floor and the cane down the hall and I figured maybe you fell."
She picked the cane back up and handed it to me, placing the bottle of pills in my hand as well.
"Uh thanks," I said.
No one really talked to me so I was kind of at a loss for words at the compassion this pale face was showing me. I got up slowly using the cane and let out a sigh of relief before popping the bottle open and gulping down two large pills.
"Well I better get going I guess," She said; awkwardly adjusting the strap of her backpack and walking away.
"Thanks," I said after her.
She tossed a smiling glance back my way before bumping into a garbage can and almost falling, I guess she was pretty clumsy.
I began to walk away slowly towards my class when the head cheerleader, and my ex-girlfriend Jenny Hunder, stepped in my path and laughed.
"Paul finally might have a friend!" She mockingly squealed, "a pale face outcast, someone you could probably relate to since you're an outcast too."
"Jenny, you made my life hell while I was dating you, not much has changed, get a personality please," I bumped her out of my way and kept walking.
"You know why everyone really hates you Paul?" She said angrily.
I stopped in my tracks and turned to face her painfully.
"Everyone hates you because while you were mister superstar you treated everyone like dirt, so now they're just showing you the same respect since you're a nobody now," she spat at me.
"How nice." I said.
She stomped off in the opposite direction and instead of going to my class like I should have I kept going and pushed out of the doors at the end of the hallway and into the rain.
I breathed in the scent of the fresh, wet grass and listened to the sound of the rain hitting the roof because moments like this calmed me. Jenny was right and I knew that because I did treat everyone badly when I was popular. It was like a curse. I still had a bad attitude, but I realized that I shouldn't treat people like they were nothing, mostly because I was on the receiving end of that treatment now and had been for a year and a half.
I missed my father who would have helped me through all of this if he hadn't passed away. I barely spent time at home now because my mom was always elbows deep in rum and did nothing but torment me with her bitter, drunken thoughts.
I sat on a bench at the edge of the forest that surrounded our school and let the rain run through my hair and down my face slowly. I heard the doors of the school swing open and I glanced over casually to see our tribes new golden boy, Sam Uley, running out of them and tearing his shirt off. This wasn't the first time he had done something odd like this, and I'm sure it wasn't the last.
He disappeared into the trees of the forest after nodding in my direction and I just shrugged it off as usual. I didn't like the way he looked at me sometimes, like he knew some secret I wasn't aware of.
I began to get off the bench when another person came running out of the doors quickly and got a little ways out of them before tripping and falling face first into the grass; the new girl.
I stumbled over to her as quickly as I could and offered my hand that didn't cling onto my cane for dear life. She looked up at me and I could see blood seeping from her forehead where she hit a sharp rock in the grass from tripping. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she quickly wiped them away with the sleeve of her brown jacket before grabbing my hand to help pick herself up.
"Do you always hangout in the rain like this?" She asked quietly.
"It calms me."
"I hate the rain." She whispered.
We walked over to the bench and I reached into my backpack grabbing my spare white t-shirt and handed it to her.
"Apply some pressure to your head, you're bleeding pretty badly." I said.
"I figured, I could smell the blood, the rusty smell always makes me dizzy," she said weakly.
I watched as her face turned to a slight shade of green and she seemed as though she might pass out.
"I'm Bella Swan," she replied.
The rain began to fall harder and I could tell Bella wasn't feeling all to well.
"We should get you inside," I said awkwardly scratching the back of my neck.
"I can't go back into that school right now, everyone staring at me, the whispering," she turned a slight shade of red.
"Well, do you have a car or something?"
"I have a truck, over there," she pointed a shaky finger towards the dirt lot where everyone parked their cars.
I glanced over at the red, rusted truck and stifled my laughter.
"What is it?" She asked innocently.
"I see the Blacks were kind enough to give you their pet dinosaur."
"I happen to like that truck, where's your car?"
"Over there, the black Celica."
She looked over at my car and rolled her eyes.
"Typical guy, have to have those nice shiny cars right?"
"I would ride my Honda Interceptor if it weren't for my knee." I replied.
"Is that a motorcycle?"
"Yes," I laughed.
"Charlie hates motorcycles, being a police chief and all."
I stared at her as she looked out at the water just past the dirt lot and road. For a pale face she was actually sort of beautiful.
I adverted my eyes when she glanced back at me.
"Well, uh, lets get you in your truck at least so I can look at your head, I'm going to go grab my bag out of my car." I said quickly.
I hobbled over to my car and unlocked it swiftly grabbing my bag and then locking the doors again. I limped over to her truck and she opened the door from the inside for me. She had the heater running and the cab smelled like leather and strawberry shampoo. She pulled the my shirt which was covered in blood off of her forehead and I could see that the blood wasn't really flowing anymore, but it was still slowly seeping.
"This might sting just a little," I said; pulling a few things out of my bag.
"As long as this blood stops, I can't take much more," she said weakly.
I grabbed some gauze and dabbed some peroxide onto her forehead. She sucked in air through her clenched teeth but began to relax. I squeezed on some Neosporin on the bandage before gently placing it against the cut.
"Hold that really quick."
I taped up both sides of the bandage and she let out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for this," she said.
"No problem, I owed you in a way," I replied.
"Why was your stuff all over the floor anyways?" She asked.
"Some old friends decided to kick my cane out from under me and then I spilled my pills on accident."
"That's so horrible," she whispered.
"Why did you come running like a bat out of hell through the doors?"
"I kept hearing them call me pale face and whispering, I felt embarrassed."
"Oh I see."
I looked out the window and bit my lower lip because I had been calling her that in my head this entire time.
"People are jackasses," I said.
"I heard what that girl said to you, she shouldn't have said something like that."
I snapped my head in her direction, "but she was right."
"You don't seem like a mean person to me, you did help the 'pale face' out," she said making air quotations with her fingers.
I nodded and then went back to staring out the window, "yeah I guess."
I would be even more of an outcast for be associated with this girl, but it's not like I had anything to lose. I was barely above her on the social ladder.
"Well you don't seem so bad for a pale face either." I said.
She laughed and the sound made me feel a little better, it had been such a long time since I actually made someone laugh instead of them laughing at me.
"Maybe I should have just gone to Forks High School like dad had suggested," She sighed.
I looked back at her and she was gripping the steering wheel tightly.
"That probably would have been better than dealing with the tribe, they don't like outsiders much."
"Yeah but the numbers definitely took a toll on me which is why I chose this school, the population isn't as large. I was hoping I would see Jacob Black here but he's sick today."
"Jacob only has a few friends here, uh Quil, Jared, and Embry. Good guys, they're okay with me but I'm not exactly in their circle or anything."
"Well you're fine by me." She smiled.
"Thanks," I smiled back.
That was the first time I had actually smiled in a while.
"Well I think I might go to the house and get my things straightened up and get dinner ready for Charlie," She decided.
"Okay," I frowned.
I kind of liked the way this girl made me feel.
"It was nice meeting you Paul, I guess I'll be seeing you around," she said.
"Yeah I'm here Monday-Friday," I said; climbing out of her truck and steadying myself with the cane.
She laughed again and it made me smile.
"Listen, Bella, do you maybe want me to show you around La Push sometime soon?" I asked, "sorry if I'm freaking you out or something."
She pushed her hair back behind her ear and tugged on the bottom of her jacket, I guess something she did when she was nervous.
"That sounds like it could be fun," she smiled.
"Yeah, how about after I eat dinner with Charlie?"
"I'll pick you up around seven then," I said.
"Okay you need the address?"
"Nope, everybody already knows which house you were moving into, the tribe talks a lot." I replied.
"See you around seven then."
I closed the door and she started up her truck, waving at me slightly and blushing before driving away. I knew that if everyone saw me with her later they were going to have some more nasty views of me, but you know what this girl actually seemed to like being around me, messed up knee and all.
I whistled a Quileute song as I walked confidently to my car for the first time in so long, I actually felt like I had something to look forward to, and it was all thanks to the beautiful pale face that was now living amongst our tribe; Bella Swan.
So as you can see Paul isn't such a bad guy. Let me know what you think.