Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine, all recognisable characters are property of Meyer
Falling
I held my breath as she walked past. The sweet, strawberry smell of her shampoo hit me, and I was aware of my mouth stretching into a grin. I couldn't stop myself though. I could never really help it when I was around her. A sharp poke in my chest snapped me back to reality, and I turned to face Jared.
"Dude, why are you staring at Leah like that?" Hearing her name, Leah turned and glared at us. Was it me, or did she hold my gaze for a second longer than usual? I closed my eyes, trying to act normal again, but the image of Leah Clearwater – beautiful, fragile, goddess – had burned itself into my mind. I could no longer think straight, and I use up so much energy nowadays trying not to think of her when we all phase that the whole pack mock me for becoming so slow when we patrol. Jared poked me again and I crashed back to earth.
"Falling", I mumbled under my breath. Jared frowned, hearing what I had said but not knowing what to make of it. he probably thinks I'm crazy. And I am: crazy for her.
"Yeah..." the word was drawn out by Jared, who glanced at Sam, who was now looking at me with worried eyes. I shook my head and brushed Jared's hand off my shoulder.
"I don't feel good", I announced in Sam's general direction. "I'm going home. Maybe I just need to lie down for a bit". And so I took off, sprinting towards my house, ignoring Sam calling my name. Us wolves don't get sick, so that probably wasn't the best excuse to use, but I had to get out of there; I couldn't risk phasing with Leah so close. What if everyone realised how I felt? I collapsed onto my tiny single bed and squeezed my eyes shut.
I am Paul Lahote. I am a womanizer. I take chicks to bed and then never think about them again. so why, whenever Leah freaking Clearwater's around, do I feel like I'm falling? Falling in love. Falling for her.