"Paul?" I whispered, looking around the room anxiously. I must have dozed off again.

I sat up, looking around again and practically jumping out of the bed. This was it. He left me. It was over.

I was right in the first place. This really was all a trick. Who would think that PAUL, the guy who bullied me my entire life would just suddenly love me? Lies.

I felt like an idiot. No, worse then that, I felt like an dumb ass. The worse part was that I actually fell for it. Fell for HIM. For Paul. For freaking PAUL.

I walked towards the steps of Emily's house, and barreled down them, into the kitchen. I tied up my hair on my way down, and when I reached the kitchen, I was caught off guard slightly by the smell of eggs and toast.

Was I wrong? Did he really just come down to cook breakfast. That was really romantic of hi-

But it wasn't him cooking. It was Emily. She smiled at me as I walked in, and I couldn't even begin to muster one of my own.

I felt like crying. Was I a baby or what? My first heart break, and I already felt like the world was over.

"Morning Gabby. You should probably call your brother and tell him you're here after breakfast. Oh, sit, sit." She enthused, pushing a chair out from the table and bringing me to it. "Paul will be back soon. He's patrolling with Embry and Sam right now, but he told me to make sure you ate though."

Relief washed through me like nothing I've ever felt before. It was like when you thought you were about to be caught, but then…well, you weren't. I almost sighed in relief and just plain joy. I wanted to start crying just because I was so damn happy.

Yup, definitely a baby.

"Quite a scare they had today." Emily said somberly. "They thought the…bad people, were going to attack today. But they didn't. They didn't." She rambled, scooping some eggs onto my plate. "And then the whole Paul thing. It had to be something to do with the imprint. With you away, he wouldn't even get out of bed!" Emily complained, but I was barely listening to her. My mind was still caught up on the fact that Paul still planned on coming back.

Back to see me. ME. Can you believe it? I barely can.

Paul chose that moment to rush into the kitchen. He seemed to let out an anxious huff of air when he saw me. A mind blowing smile appeared on his face as he moved to take the seat next to me.

"Hey." He breathed, just sitting there….starring….at me.

Didn't he know that was rude?

"Hi." I smiled back, shoving a fork full of eggs in my mouth.

"Morning Gabby." Embry and Sam commented at the same time. I didn't even notice the come in. Was I really THAT absorbed in Paul? Was it to the point where I didn't even NOTICE anyone else?

"What do you want to do today?" Paul asked, not acknowledging anyone but myself.

"I don't know. Eh, something?" I coughed a little and took a drink of the water Emily placed in front of me.

"Okay." Paul responded, just sitting there….starring again.

This guy had a serious problem.

"Why don't you go to the beach?" Emily suggested, raising a brow and dumping more eggs on my plate.

"I don't really like the sand." I complained, thinking about the little pebbles that just insisted on sticking to you.

"We could all go get something to eat." Embry suggested, causing Paul to frown at the idea and glare at him. That was also pretty rude.

"Why don't we just…hang out today? You know, invite your friends over. We can go to my house. Tom and Jerry's coming on at one. And you can tell me about these…'bad people?'" I shrugged, and when no one responded, I continued, "Or we could just go to the beach." I said quickly, looking down at my eggs.

"I'll call Jake and Quil. What's your address again?" Paul smiled at me, although I was sure he knew my address.

I was surprised he knew to leave Jared out of the equation. It was still a touchy subject.

I beamed at him, and stole a piece of toast off Embry's plate, which he generously didn't argue about.

I chomped down the rest of my food as Paul called his friends and invited them over my house.

"Want some more?" Emily asked, but scooped some more eggs on my plate anyway. "You're eating almost as much as the pack does." Emily joked, making Paul and Sam tense up. Becoming serious Emily continued, "You don't think…?"

"No. I've just forgotten to feed myself these last few days." I quickly put in, making everyone go back to normal except for Paul who just became more tense.

"Why would you do that?" Paul snapped at me, not exactly glaring at me, but trying to.

"I-I just wasn't hungry." I stammered out. This is when I wished I wasn't 5'2. I let my white blond hair fall in front of my face, blocking his angry face from me, as I fought the urge to squeeze my blue eyes together.

"Don't do that anymore." Paul's voice softened, like he was trying to control himself. "Come on, lets head to your house now." He said lightly, grabbing my hand and leading me out towards his car.