Paul lahote and you were one word, soulmates. It wasn’t just because he imprinted on you, it was because you were both practically the same exact person. You both were hard headed, hated orders, fought a lot.

You weren’t friends in school at all, in fact, y’all hated each other’s guts. You didn’t get along in the slightest, always got face to face and argued even before he turned into a werewolf—shifter.

But afterwards, once he shifted for the first time and left school for weeks before coming back a whole different person, short hair, a whole foot taller, a tattoo, ripped, he had imprinted of you of all people.

And that pissed him off more than anything.

He argued more with you, got face to face before Jared pulled him back and told him to leave—even in the middle of school—he avoided you or made up rumors about you like some toddler just to avoid the imprint bond.

But he felt everything you felt somehow, felt the sadness deep inside you at the rumors he started, the ones floating around school that everyone continued to talk about.

He’d patrol outside your house a lot, could heard the yelling from your parents and your shaky breaths from you bedroom in the next story of your house, he could practically feel the rage you had towards him.

One particular day your mother had sent you to Emily’s, her friends house, during the weekend to receive a bath of cookies Emily had baked for her.

Once you knocked on the door and she answered it, letting you inside with a kind smiled as she led you to the kitchen for the small Tupperware bowl full of freshly baked chocolate cookies, the screen door opened.

In walked everyone, Jared and Jacob, Quil and Embry, Seth and Leah, Sam and then Paul. Your eyes met Paul’s with a glare etched on your face, your smile dropping instantly.

Paul stared at you, frozen in front of the screen door as he never broke eye contact, like he was absolutely smitten at the girl glaring at him. And he was, even if he never admitted it.