"Clara can we please change the channel," My brother Quil, groaned in complaint.

I shushed him, wanting to know if Amy and Ricky would be together after all in the season finale of The Secret Life of The American Teenager. He took the remote from my hands as soon as it came to an end. I smacked it out of his grip. "Oh no, you don't. I only ask for Mondays to have the TV!"

He growled lowly. I rolled my eyes at him. "Jeez calm down, you can have the stupid remote." I got up off the couch to have my cat Mimi, follow after me. Once in my purple bedroom, I laid down on the black bedspread of my bed. I let my eyes gaze up at the poster of a polar bear. The endangered animal was surrounded by water and was standing in the center of the iceberg as it tried desperately not to fall off. My phone buzzed, it was Jack.

I picked up at the third buzz. "Hey, Jack."

"Sup Clara, I hear you need a date to the dance this evening." I couldn't help but laugh at his joke.

"Cute, but there hasn't been any dances ever since you and Johnny decided to streak the dance floor."

He chuckled. "Hey, that was hilarious and we were just trying to be cool! It was sixth grade!"

"So what are you up to weirdo?"

"Not much, but Lace and Johnny wanted me to tell you that were all driving to Port Angles."

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I processed what he meant. "We don't have our licenses yet."

"So, that's the fun part of it," he replied.

I wasn't going to get busted for this. With Quil acting up and being gone all night long, my parents didn't need any more stress added to their lives. "I can't, but you guys have fun and tell Lace I said hi."

"Okay, suit yourself. Bye," He said. The phone went dead after that.

I snapped my phone shut and went into the kitchen for a snack. Just great, Quil's stupid friends were over here again. I caught one staring at me. It was Paul, and he's such a player. I mean is there anyone out there that he wouldn't sleep with? Maybe an old woman or an infant, but who the hell knows. I opened the fridge, my eyes reverting back to him to check if he was still staring, and yes he was.

"See something you like?" I asked.

He shook his head, obviously embarrassed. Quil flashed him a warning glare and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh. I got my juice and a granola bar and went back to my room. I wasn't sure how long I laid on my bed thinking, but eventually I fell asleep.

I opened my eyes; my mother was shaking me lightly. "Clara, have you seen your friends?" She demanded. Her face was cold and expressionless.

"Uh no…I think they went to Port Angles though."

She half sobbed. "Oh my god, I think it was them. It's all over the news about how three teenagers were killed in a car accident. I think—your friends are…" She couldn't finish her sentence.

"No…they can't be! You're lying!" I shrieked at her. I got out of my bed and ran out of my room and out the front door. I could feel the pine needles hit my feet, but I didn't care at this point. I ran into the forest, not stopping until I finally tripped over a branch. I couldn't believe my best friends were gone, and it was my entire fault for not stopping them. I cried harder at the pain that was consuming me. I should have gone with them! They would still be alive if I had gone with them to Port Angeles.

I heard a growl and I sat up sobbing, afraid that the growl could have come from a bear. There have been reports about bears mauling people; it had happen to Emily Young. I was shocked to see a shirtless guy appear. He reminded of one of Quil's friends and how they never wore shirts. They only wore them when necessary, like at school. He stared into my eyes and shook his head.

"Are you okay?" He asked me. Then I realized it was Paul. His dark eyes were full of concern.

I shook my head. "Just go," I didn't need him around while I broke down like this.

"I'm not going to leave you all alone out here. You've heard those stories about how vicious bears have been attacking people recently."

I shrugged, like bears were on my mind at the moment. "I don't care, let the bears kill me."

Paul looked appalled by my words. "At least let me get you home. Your Quil's little sister Clara, right?"

I nodded my head nimbly. "Fine, but you don't tell anyone about this."

He nodded in agreement and then helped me up. "So, you must be like fifteen," He wondered aloud.

"Um fourteen actually," I said. Did I really look that old?

He smiled. "Are you still in middle school?"

What the hell was it with his interrogation? "No, I'm a freshman. What about you?"

"Junior, seventeen," He most likely thought he was less interesting due to his lack of conversation.

"Wait your Paul, that guy who beat up Mark last week?"

His expression turned darker as if he forgot it ever happened. "Yeah, that was just a disagreement."

"Seems more serious, I heard an ambulance had to come and take him to the hospital." I tucked a lock of my long brown hair behind my ear absentmindedly. We were now at my house.

My brother and parents were outside searching around for me. Quil took one look at Paul and glared. "You found her," he said in annoyance.

Paul nodded and I could tell that they were hiding something, since it seemed like they both communicated mentally. "Thanks," I muttered to Paul and headed over to where my parents were.

I caught something that I knew I wasn't supposed to hear. "Three years Paul, she is still too young. You stay the hell way from her." Quil acidly warned.

I shivered slightly and shut the door of my home. I went upstairs to my room and shut the door. I got slipped into my bed and pulled the blankets over my head and then let the suffering of losing my friends consume me.

Paul's POV:

I wasn't hitting on her Sam. I explained quickly. Apparently Quil decided to rat me out to Sam for talking to his sister.

Paul, I gave you orders to keep away from Clara Ateara until she reaches your age. Why can't you follow the rules, you know you still can't control your temper.

It was worthless to try and explain anything to this pack. They still judge me the same. She was lost, I just helped her. What did you want me to do, just leave her for some bloodsuckers to come and…

I trailed off; I couldn't even think of someone hurting Clara, she was my imprint.

You could have let Quil handle it. Don't let it happen again.

I sighed mentally. How would you feel if you couldn't be around Emily? I snapped.

He flinched. That's what I thought.

Paul if you don't cut it out-

Go ahead, I don't care anymore; she's the only thing that matters to me now. I changed back to human form and pulled up my shorts. I didn't want to deal with Sam anymore. I made my way home on foot. I could already smell and taste my mom's cooking. I came into the house; she scowled me for not wearing a shirt in the winter.

"Paul, you're going to catch a cold if you keep running around like that."

I rolled my eyes, "Ma, you know I'm a shape shifter."

"Oh right, sorry. I keep forgetting. You grew up much too fast," she said and kissed my cheek.

My little sister passed by, her perfume made me gag. Damn, did she have to squirt that shit all over her?

"Mom, can Clara spend the night?" She asked.

My mom nodded stirring the soup. "Sure sweetie."

The name caught my attention, Clara my imprint? "Isn't she Quil's sister?" I asked randomly.

She rolled her eyes. "Since when do you care who my friends are. Do us a favor; go spend the night at one of your weirdo gang members' houses."

I wanted to chuckle at the stupid gossip that formed on this reservation about us. "Nope, I'll stay just to embarrass you."

"Mom!" She complained.

My mother shook her head. "He's kidding."

I shook my head at Lacy. She pouted and walked off. Yes! I might actually get to see Clara some more if she hangs around my sister.

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