Paul has finally given up on Suze and decides to move back to Seattle. But when he returns to the life he left behind he gets a few new surprises….and a new love interest. Too bad she wants nothing to do with him. But Paul Slater has never been one to give up…PaulOC

HEY EVERYONE! THIS STORY WILL BE WRITTEN IN PAUL'S POV SO…..YEAH

Chapter 1: leaving for good

"Suze come on!" I yelled from my convertible that was double parked in the school's loading zone.

I ran my hand through my brown slightly curled hair while tapping my hand on the steering wheel impatiently.

She finally came running down the sidewalk, her brown curly hair messed and her cheeks flushed.

Probably just got out of a make out session with DeSilva.

My stomach began to churn just thinking about it. I had seen them making out in the halls numerous times. Each time she would smile up at him and he would run his hands through her hair. It should be my hands in her hair and my lips on hers. Not his.

Sure I had told Suze that I was ok with her and Jesse and that I was over her… but that wouldn't be the first time I have lied.

She hoped into the passenger seat next to me. Damn she looked hot. She always looked hot. Today she was wearing a short denim skirt and w white shirt with a duck on it that said 'shut the duck up'. Cute. I wonder how she got by Sister Ernestine wearing that.

She nodded at me and I took it as a queue that she was ready to go. So I stepped on the gas and sped off toward my house.

Why is Suze coming to my house you ask? Well we are going to have hot passionate sex.

Not.

Today was just the basic shifter lessons.

Halfway there Suze turned down "Numb" by Linkin Park that had been blasting on the radio.

"Paul can you pull over up here? We need to talk." she said.

We need to talk.

The words of death.

What the hell had I done? I mean I haven't even tried to make a move on her in like… two days!

Or was it two hours?

I pulled the car over, put it in park, and turned off the ignition.

Suze looked kind of nervous and I noticed that she was chewing on her lower lip.

Maybe she was going to confess her undying love for me…

"I am stopping the shifter lessons Paul."

…or not.

"What the hell are you talking about Suze?" my voice rising.

She turned to look at me, "Me and Jesse are getting married after I graduate this year and I think that it would be best if we just ended it."

"Why?"

"Because Paul!" she was getting flustered, "Its just…not working."

"Did DeSilva tell you to do this?" I asked between my teeth.

She glared at me, "No he did not Paul. He doesn't even know that I am doing this. I decided this on my own."

Shit.

I thought about it for a bit and then suddenly… it all started to make sense.

I smirked at her, "I know why you are really doing this."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "And what would that be?"

"You're scared. You're scared that the more time you spend with me the less you may want to marry that cowboy."

Her cheeks turned red in rage and I could literally see the flames in her eyes. She looks hot when she's mad…

"That is so not it Paul and you know it! I love Jesse! There is no way that you could make me want to change my mind!"

I moved closer to her and she stiffened.

"Are you sure?" I asked in my deep sexy voice.

I brought my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her toward me.

"Paul what the-"

But I didn't let her finish. Leaning into her I forced my lips onto hers. She squealed against my lips and I smirked. She would get into it soon enough. She has never been able to resist my kisses.

And yet she did.

She stopped fighting, but she just sat there, stiff and unresponsive.

Suddenly her fist came out and connected with my jaw. I went reeling into the steering wheel and hit my head on it.

Owww that would hurt tomorrow…

"Paul! What the hell is your problem!" she yelled at me, "Why do you always do that?"

"Because I know that you like it," I smirked.

Her face flushed red with fury, "You know that's not true Paul. Not anymore."

Not anymore…

I didn't know what to say. She sounded sincere.

She hadn't responded to my kiss. Not at all. I had put everything into that kiss, trying to get her to give in.

She didn't care anymore.

I could feel my chest tighten painfully.

So this is what heartbreak felt like…

Suze sighed when she realized that her words had gotten through to me.

Then she got out of the car, closed the door, and walked away.

But this time, when she walked away…it was different.

Because this time I wasn't going to follow.

And I never would again…

…FIVE DAYS LATER…

I stared up at the ceiling in my room. But it wasn't the same ceiling I had been looking up at for the past two years.

I was laying in my old bed. In my old house. Back in Seattle.

I guess you could say that I gave up on Suze for good. I'm not stupid, though sometimes my hormones cloud my better judgment….

I knew that I didn't have a chance with Suze. She was done with me.

So I was done with her.

No point in wasting my time when then were hundreds of other girls who were throwing themselves at my feet.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door and I was startled out of my thoughts.

When I looked I saw my little brother Jack enter my room.

"Paul? Can I ask you something?" he asked softly, his blue eyes staring at me hopefully.

I sighed. I knew exactly what I was going to ask. He had been asking me the same question since I had arrived a day ago.

"Did something happen between you and Suze?"

Bingo.

I rolled off me bed and kneeled in front of him, messing up his light brown curly hair.

"Nah," I smiled, "I just missed you too much."

It was true. I had missed being the older brother. I guess I was just too obsessed with Suze to see that.

Jack rolled his eyes as if he didn't believe me. But behind that I could sense him smiling. He was happy to have me back.

"So you want me to drive you to school?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded.

"Let's go," I smirked, "I can't wait to get back there."

….SEATTLE HIGHSCHOOL….

It looked the same. Same tall white pillars. Same clean glass windows that cirled the building. Same people rushing into the school so that they wouldn't be late for first period.

I smiled as I entered the school and a group of cheerleaders in short skirts walked by me smiling.

Another good thing about this school.

Its not Catholic.

That means no sister Ernestine. No dress codes.

"Paul Slater," a smooth voice said from behind me.

When I turned around I saw my old pal Chris Parker walking up to me. His black hair fell into his bright green eyes. A girl with blonde hair and a big chest hung onto his black denim jacket that covered his white Linkin Park shirt.

"Hey man," I smacked his shoulder and pointed to the chick on his arm, "Who's your girl?"

He looked at her, "Oh this is Sarah Nelson."

She frowned, "It's Clarissa Nelson baby."

He shrugged his shoulders and she walked away with her hands balled into fists.

"I can't remember half their names sometimes," Chris said to himself.

I heard and smirked.

Still the player that Chris. Before I left we were both the hot shots of the school. I couldn't wait to take that reputation back.

The tone went and everyone started to run off to class except me and Chris who took our time.

"So what brings you back to Seattle man? We all thought that you would be staying in Carmel." Chris said.

"Things didn't work out over there," I said.

"Too bad man."

We walked into our first class, English.

Immediately walking to the back of the class where I normally sat I was greeted with 'hey Paul', 'welcome back', 'call me later Paul!'.

I smiled.

But as I reached the back of the class my smile vanished.

Sitting in my spot at the back of the class near the window was a girl.

And damn was she fine…

Her wavy dark red hair cascaded down her shoulders and her deep brown eyes stared out the window as if in a daze. Her skin was smooth and I couldn't help but notice how she curved in all of the right places. She wore a pair of tight dark jeans with a black silk belt around her waist. She wore a red shirt that had a picture of 'My Chemical Romance' on it. She twirled a strand of hair around her fingers. I noticed that her nails were painted black.

I walked up to her and waited to see if she would notice me.

She didn't.

I cleared my throat.

Nothing.

Leaning into her ear I whispered, "hey."

She jumped and turned to look at me. Her warm brown eyes were mesmerizing. Nestled between the brown was specks of gold.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Hey I'm Paul Slater. I don't remember you. Did you transfer her within the last two years?" I asked in my smooth sexy voice.

"Yeah I transferred at the beginning of first semester," she said.

I nodded.

"You happen to be in my seat," I said smoothly.

Her full lips curved up into a smirk, "I don't see your name on it."

I laughed, "You'll just have to take my word for it."

"I don't think so," she tapped her fingers on the top of the desk, "I like it here actually and I don't really feel like moving."

She reminded me of Suze in a way. Stubborn, rebellious…hot.

Before I could say anything else Mr. Barnes walked into the class and cleared her throat.

"Mr. Slater," he said in his high voice, "I see you have returned to us. Please take a seat."

I looked back at the girl to see her smiling up at me. Her eyes shone with a message that said ha-in-your-face.

Winking at her I turned and sat two rows in front of her. Chris sat beside me.

"Who was that chick?" I asked him a few minutes later.

"Oh her? That's Hailey Thomas. She was expelled from her old school in Chicago last year so she moved here," he whispered.

"Why was she expelled?" I asked.

"I heard that she was found outside of class having a breakdown. She was beating herself or something. She's hot, but a little on the weird side."

Hmm…she sounds interesting.

She may be a good way to occupy my time for now…