Hello! Welcome to my second story. And yes it's another Paul/OC story. Clearly he's my favorite. My starting this story does not mean that Oh My, My, My is not being worked on. I'm almost done with the next chapter. This story just happened to pop in my head with the demand that it be written. So I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Chapter One
Logan Inset-Middle-Name-of-the-Day Wylie had been afforded few luxuries in her seventeen years of life. Being the only daughter baring the Wylie name she had been given her own bedroom. In truth it was nothing more than an attic space barely big enough to fit a bed and dresser. The size of the room had never bothered her. That was due to the fact that her father, under the heavy influence of her stepmother, had installed a private bathroom that ate up a good chunk of the space. And that was a luxury she greatly enjoyed not having to share with the four slobs she called brothers.
So imagine Logan's surprise when she woke up one Wednesday morning to the sound of her shower running.
Wiping at the drool on her chin, Logan cocked her head. She had to be hearing things. None of her brothers would possibly dare enter her room without knocking. Not after that one time the twins had walked in on her sleeping naked. Yet she was certain she could hear someone bumbling around in her bathroom.
Shoving away the papers that littered her covers, Logan crawled out of bed. She had fallen asleep doing homework yet again. None of it was even her homework. Logan was not the overly studious type. She put enough effort in her own work to keep up an unremarkable 3.0 grade point average. Back in freshman year of high school she had found she had a talent for copying handwriting styles. And there was money to be made in doing other students' homework.
Rubbing at her eyes with ink stained hands, Logan stomped off to her bathroom. Obviously the polite thing for her to do would be to knock on the door. She wouldn't want to give any of her brother's a heart attack after all. Perhaps if this was the family bathroom she would do just that. But this wasn't the family bathroom. Whoever was on the other side of the door had already crossed the warzone line.
The door opened without a sound. Peeking inside Logan made out the short, chubby silhouette of her younger brother Tommy. At least the intruder was the cleanest of the slobs.
Tiptoeing over to the toilet, Logan frowned at the sight. The seat was lifted and the rim was sporting a fresh yellow stain. It was not an unfamiliar sight. It was one that she didn't typically have to deal with in her own sanctuary. Maybe if Tommy had bothered to be a bit more careful with his aim Logan would have felt the tiniest bit of remorse for slamming her hand down on the toilet's handle.
The sound of rushing water was nothing compared to the high pitched scream that followed.
Tommy Wylie leapt from his sister's shower clutching his backside. He had been in the middle of reaching for the shampoo when everything became scolding hot. Panting he looked up at his older sister. She held out his Power Rangers towel as she stared up at the ceiling.
"Get out Tommy," she said. There was no anger in her tone. Her voice was as even and steady as it always was. That didn't stop Tommy from attempting to protest.
"Out," Logan repeated with just enough force. Tommy huffed as he wrapped his towel around himself. Still he did as his sister asked. He was barely out the door when Logan slammed it behind him. At least her shower was already on and warm.
~ Wasting Time ~
Wednesdays were far from being the best day of the week. It was still the day that marked the half way point. For that reason Logan tended to believe that Wednesdays could not be terrible days. Even despite the fact that Tommy had only left with two minutes of hot water.
All squeaky clean and dressed in a bathrobe, Logan dug through her dresser. In her bottom drawer she found her favorite pair of thermal leggings. Guessing by the tree limbs tapping against her window she was going to need the extra layer. Paired with a large, cream colored sweat and navy blue scarf, Logan knew she would be cute and warm. Twisting her raven hair into its usual fishtail braid, pulled down to the right so it hung over her shoulder, she made her way back to her bathroom.
She always kept her school makeup simple. A couple swipes of mascara to make her brown eyes pop and her favorite cherry chapstick. She never felt the need to highlight the cooper colored skin. On the Quileute reservation of La Push, most people were a beautiful, dark russet. Being full blooded Makah, Logan naturally stood out ever so slightly.
With pep in her step, Logan began to shove her papers in her backpack. As she gathered up all the history assignments she had completed she noticed her pen had exploded over Lana Littlesea's worksheet. If she wasn't feeling so optimistic about the day, she would have freaked out about the money lost. Lana was a big spender. But Logan knew Lana wouldn't need the homework until last period. While she didn't like doing other people's work at school (there was always a greater chance of getting caught) she was sure she could finish it at lunch.
Hopping down the folding stairs that doubled as a bedroom door, Logan too note of the symphony echoing through the Wylie household. Soccer balls were thudding against the walls as the twins did their in home practicing. Tommy was hollering from the kitchen. He was demanding to know who had eaten his cereal. Linda Wylie was gushing over her husband as he hustled out the front door.
Smiling, Logan made her way into the kitchen. She rummaged through the pantry, reaching the back of the top shelf. She handed Tommy her hidden box of Captain Crunch. The eight year old shot his sister a grin before devouring what was left of the cereal. Stuffing an apple in her mouth, Logan began throwing various food items in a grocery bag.
"Well someone is hungry this morning." Technically speaking Linda was Logan's stepmother. On paper it was a rather complicated relationship. In person it wasn't nearly so complex. To Logan, Linda was simply Ma.
Tossing her apple core away, Logan mumbled that the food was for some friends. Linda didn't question Logan. She never did. She merely finished labeling the lunch bags on the counter while she hummed to herself.
Logan took a moment to take in the sight of her Ma. She had the russet skin, thick dark, black hair, and sparkling brown eyes that most Quileute people had. They were features that Logan's brothers all shared. Grabbing her lunch bag, Logan kissed Linda on the cheek before heading out the door.
~ Wasting Time ~
Knee high rain boots were admittedly not the best shoes for hastily pedaling through the woods of La Push, Washington. Considering the cloud cover and past experience with Washington weather, Logan knew they most likely would be the best shoes later on.
Barely braking as she slammed into the bike rack, Logan hopped off her preferred mode of transportation. Glancing at her phone for the time, she sighed in relief. She had just enough time before the bell to pass out the work she needed to. Well as long as the people who needed it were still crowded in the parking lot. By the looks of it most of them were.
In the past three years Logan has come to realize that no one ever took forged homework with a smile. Nor did they ever take Logan's word for it that they wouldn't get caught. Even the self proclaimed biggest, scariest of the Quileute Tribal School looked nervously over their shoulders as they handed Logan the promised cash.
"You got any drugs?" a voice sounded behind Logan.
Chuckling, the Makah girl turned around to meet her best friend of fourteen years. Camilla Port had made an effort to stand out from the rest of the reservation. Unlike, Logan, Camilla was full blooded Quileute and had been born with dark brown hair and as equally dark brown eyes. At twelve Camilla had convinced her parents to let her die her hair a strawberry blonde. And at fifteen she had talked her parents into letting her get colored contact. For the past two years Camilla had stuck with being a blond hair, blue eyed, russet skinned goddess.
"Are you almost done, El?" Camilla asked. She had never exactly approved of her friend's side business. She was still supportive and did her best to snuff out rumors that might make it back to factuality.
"Yeah Cam," Logan answered, searching through the moving bodies. Most people had started making their way into the school. "I just have to give Embry Call his English essay."
Camilla clicked her tongue as she sidestepped around Logan. "Then you better hurry up. Jared and Paul just pulled up."
Logan whipped her head around just in time to see a rusted old truck pull into the lot. Sure enough she could just make out the massive shapes of Jared Cameron and Paul Lahote. Meeting Camilla's gaze, Logan nodded muttering that she'd meet the other girl inside. With a deep breath she pushed her way through the crowd toward the three large boys laughing around an old Volkswagen Rabbit.
Unlike most people in La Push, Logan held no fear for the boys she was approaching. She had grown up with them. She had come to know certain traits about them that just made them un-fear-able to her. For instance while Jacob Black may have a bit of a hard head the boy loved hard. So hard in fact that he was sure he was going to marry the girl he made mud pies with when he was a kid. Even despite the fact that he hasn't talked to her in years. And Quil Ateara was an utter sweetheart that would do anything he could for anyone who asked. Like when he made sure Logan had her own cookie at lunch through elementary and middle school after she once asked if he would split his. Then there was Embry Call. On the surface he seemed like a bit of a pervert who overly enjoyed cheesy pickup lines. Beneath the surface he was that too but he was sure to never make anyone uncomfortable with his antics.
So, yeah, Logan found it hard to find the three of them terrifying. Not even after they joined the infamous Uley Gang. Logan had never met Sam Uley. She had heard all the rumors that surrounded him though. When Jared and Paul started to hang out with him everyone said Uley had started a cult or a drug ring. Logan had found it had to believe that anything like that would happen in this quiet little town. When the three musketeers joined up she knew for sure whatever was going on had to be completely wholesome.
"Good morning Call," Logan called out to the boys. Embry immediately flashed his crocked smile at her. Both Jacob and Quil huffed at her lack of acknowledgment towards them. Their hurt quickly disappeared as she tossed them the grocery bag full of food.
Like the rest of the student body she had noticed the boys' increase in appetite. She wasn't sure how Embry's friends felt about him buying essays. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass him. So she had hoped to distract the other two with the treats while she did business. By the longing look that Embry gave the food, Logan realized she may have distracted the wrong person.
Embry snagged one of the pop tart packages before turning to Logan. "So Wylie, tell me, do you believe in love at first sight? Or do you want me to walk by again?"
Logan rolled her eyes. She had made a deal with Embry back in sophomore year that if he guessed her favorite pickup line she would go out with him. Back in the beginning it had been a fun game. Embry would come up with elaborate pickup lines that often left Logan in stitches. Ever since his growth spurt and muscle gain he had stopped putting in the effort. He clearly didn't remember he had tried that line last week.
Zipping up her backpack, Logan thrust the freshly typed essay in Embry's chest. "That's five bucks call."
Embry handed over the cash with a sheepish look on his face. Logan gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile. The fact that Embry rubbed at the back of his neck and avoided his friends' gaze affirmed Logan's theory. There was no way that boy could be a drug dealer.
If Jacob and Quil had noticed the exchange between the two they didn't say anything. Both their ears perked up at the sound of a couple car doors being slammed. By the drop in her stomach, Logan knew exactly who it was that had shut those doors. Her fear was confirmed when Jacob called out to someone behind her.
"Hurry up! Wylie brought us breakfast!" Logan frowned. She hadn't thought she had packed that much. Surely Jacob and Quil had finished it all off by now. Then Logan caught the wink Jacob sent her way. She may not fear Jacob Black but she definitely resented the way he always called Paul Lahote's attention to her.
"Well I hope you boys enjoyed the food," Logan said, already taking steps back towards the school. "I have to go so have a wonderful Wednesday." With that Logan turned on her heel and unashamedly sprinted into school.
~ Wasting Time ~
Camilla was leaning up against the lockers as she always in the morning when waiting for Logan. Right now, Logan was grateful for that predictability. Above her head the first bell of the day rang out. She had approximately seven minutes to stop at her locker and book it to the other side of the building. Considering her athletic build, the run itself wasn't a problem. It was more so the fact that people tended to linger in the halls in thick crowds. At least Camilla was being her usual marker for Logan's locker. Now if only the damn thing would open.
"Oh come on," Logan huffed, pulled desperately at the stupid hunk of metal. She was slightly aware of Camilla calling her. "One second, Cam." Pulling a bobby pin from her hair Logan bent down. Her older brother had taught her to pick locks with simple tools as part of his 'legacy.' It was a skill she was glad to have after all the times she forgot her house keys.
Finally swinging the locker door open, Logan replaced the bobby pin. Standing up she took a long look at the contents. There was something off about it all. Everything was neatly organized. That wasn't the strange part though. After dealing with her brothers Logan was not one to care for messes. It was the amount of things in the locker that threw her off. Logan kept the bare minimal in hers. This one was fully decorated.
"Excuse me but what are you doing?" a small voice broke through Logan's inspection.
Turning around Logan found another girl staring at her with her hands on her hips. There was no glared in her eyes or tightness to her mouth. So Logan took an extra moment to look the girl over. She was dressed comfortably for the chilly end of September weather. Her russet skin was tinted pink and her light brown hair was piled up on her head. Her eyes were such a light brown they almost looked like honey. Logan started to smile as she recognized the slightly shorter girl.
"That's my locker," Kim Conweller informed Logan. Turning back, Logan caught the sight of the pictures taped to the door. The majority of them featured Kim wrapped up in the arms of a tall, muscular, grinning Quileute boy.
"Shit," Logan cursed under her breath. Kim dated Jared Cameron. Honestly Logan didn't know the boy that well. She had never thought of him as intimidating until he caught Christopher Newman checking Kim out. If Kim told Jared that Logan had broken into her locker he would no doubt come after her. "I'm sorry Conweller. I wasn't paying attention."
Stepping aside Logan hoped Kim would accept the apology without much thought. Unfortunately Kim made no move to look through her locker. Instead she continued to stare at Logan with a slack jaw.
"You picked the lock," Kim stated. Logan nodded, chewing at the inside of her cheek. "Why?"
Logan fought the urge to roll her eyes and stomp her foot. There was no need to be childish about this. "I thought it was my locker Conweller. Camilla normally leans up against mine. Like I said I wasn't really paying attention."
Squirming under Kim's gaze, Logan offered a small smile. Kim had once hung out with Camilla and the others girls from the dance team. Logan had never cared to spend time with the female population outside of Camilla. Still the Wylie girl was always civil unless uncivilized behavior was called for. She preferred to distance herself unless she thought she and the other girl would get along. From the first time that Camilla had introduced Logan to Kim, Logan knew the two girls would not get on. Between Logan and Camilla, Logan was not the one who lost a friend when Kim starred dating Jared.
It wasn't until a shadow fell over the two girls that Logan had realized Camilla had excused herself from the scene. Logan couldn't help but inwardly groan. The last thing she wanted to do was get in a fight with Jared Cameron. When it came to Kim, Logan didn't think Jared would care that she was a girl.
"What's going on Wylie?" Jared asked, placing protective hands on Kim's shoulders. He had an eyebrow lifted but he didn't look murderous yet. Oh good. She still had time to convince him it was all an honest accident.
Before Logan could get out a single syllable the final bell rang. Swearing under her breath, Logan turned her back on Jared and Kim. If she was luck maybe she could make it to history by the time the tardy bell rang. She just hoped she wasn't going to need her textbook.
~ Wasting Time ~
History passed by in a blur of WWI movies. By the time Logan got to biology she was beginning to think she could still salvage the day. After all, nothing that bad had really happened. As she settled into her seat at the two person table, Logan pulled out her notebook. In the break between classes she had took note, for the first time, the number printed on the outside of her locker. She wrote that number on the front of her notebook in sharpie. Never again would she try and open the wrong locker.
"Seriously El?" she heard from her right. She didn't have to look up to know it was Camilla taking the seat. After all Camilla was the only person who called her El.
"Don't mock me, Cam," Logan said, a joking smile spreading across her face. "I almost got beat up by Cameron."
Camilla snorted at the reply. She highly doubted that Kim would make that big of deal out the whole locker thing. From their few short years of friendship, Camilla knew Kim preferred to avoid conflict. Putting her chin in her hand, Camilla turned attention to the front of the class. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Logan trying to imitate the handwriting of another student.
Camilla threw an elbow into Logan's side. Hurriedly Logan shoved her papers back into her backpack. She slammed her biology textbook onto the table. She was just vaguely aware of Camilla laughing at her as she folded her hands over her notebook. Logan looked up just in time to see Paul Lahote turning away from Mr. Lightfoot's desk.
Logan turned toward Camilla, trying to keep her voice low. "What is he doing here?" He's not in this class." Camilla only shrugged, a brilliant smile threatening to split her face.
Logan felt rather than heard Paul as he tapped his knuckles on her table. The heat that rolled off of him made her shiver. By the way she felt his breath brush against her bare, pierced ear she knew he had leaned down to talk to her.
"I was in anatomy," Paul whispered. Logan could hear the smirk in his voice. "But the teacher didn't approve of my work ethic."
Before Logan was forced to reply she felt Paul leave. By the heat burning against her back she knew he was seated behind her. Logan slumped down the best she could while sitting on a stool. Camilla leaned over, bumping her elbow against Logan's.
"What do you think that means?" Camilla asked.
Logan bit her lip and shook her head. She hadn't the slightest idea. While she had never considered Paul a friend exactly, they had once been more than acquaintances. After a rather embarrassing herself beyond recovery Logan had taken to avoiding the Lahote boy.
~ Wasting Time ~
Logan spent her biology class tapping her pencil against the table and watching the clock. As soon as the bell ran she was up and running once again. She could just barely make out the annoyed huff that Paul often gave when she ignored him.
Statistics had never been Logan's favorite class. In fact statistics tended to make her cry. It was the only class she refused to do extra work for. As she walked into the room Logan was hit with the harsh reminder that she had stats with Kim. Not just Kim but Jared as well. Maybe if she had been able to hideaway on the side of class, Logan would have been able to forget. Considering Logan's desk was located right in front of Jared she knew that wasn't going to be the case.
Sliding into her seat Logan tried to ignore the couple behind her. They were whispering to each other in cutesy little voices. As she dug through her backpack Logan tried to think if they did this every day. Not that she would have noticed if they did. Jared just didn't seem like the type. When Logan heard her name her head perked up. Both Jared and Kim were staring at her.
"Happy Wednesday you two," Logan greeted, twirling a pencil in her fingers. "Any fun dates planned?"
Jared leaned back obviously not wanting to take part in a conversation. When he scowled at Logan, she glared back. What the fuck was that about? Kim on the other hand lit up at the question.
"Actually I've been trying to talk Jared into going to a dance performance…" Kim offered. Logan raised her eyebrows, nodding at the statement. "I just can't seem to get him interested."
Logan felt a smirk tugging at her lips. If it were anyone else Logan would have wiggled her eyebrows and suggested that the other girl make a trade of favors. But it was Kim so Logan bit at her cheek and offered a less than helpful, "That sucks."
For the most part statistics went on as it normally did. Logan paid careful attention to her teacher. She took diligent notes with several examples of each problem. Really the only thing out of the ordinary was the fact that she wasn't able to block out the whispered conversation behind her.
Kim and Jared were always talking through class. It was really more like Jared talked through class while Kim giggled at him. Logan was sure that most people would find the pair's behavior annoying day in and day out. At first she had. As it become part of the routine she got quite good at tuning it out. Today Logan found her ears buzzing as she was sure Kim whispered her name more than once.
With the bell signaling the end of class, Logan whipped around in her seat. She wasn't the type for unwarranted confrontation. But if someone was going to mention her that many times it only seemed fair that she got to be part of the conversation. When she turned around she was greeted to the sight of Jared's belt buckle. He was already standing with an arm wrapped around Kim, ushering the two of them out of the class.
Damn, Logan thought. She knew the boy didn't like to be late for lunch but his hurried pace seemed a bit unnecessary.
With her own stomach growling, Logan made her way out back toward her locker. She needed to grab her lunch and swap out her biology book for history. As she made her way toward her locker Logan came across an unwanted sight.
Paul Lahote was blocking her locker with his massive body. He wasn't the only one. Camilla stood with the scowling Quileute boy. It seemed like the two were having a rather heated discussion. Despite it happening in front of her locker, Logan felt it would be rude if she interrupted.
Instead of walking over, Logan made a gesture toward the cafeteria when she met Camilla's eyes. Hopefully Paul wouldn't notice Camilla looking around him. Of course he did. When he turned, Logan felt the familiar tug in her chest. If she was being honest, she really missed Paul. He could be ridiculously goofy when he wanted to be. Logan missed all his stupid little puns. After almost a year she still couldn't meet his eye. So instead of approaching the two, Logan left her lunch behind, turned on her heel, and hid herself in Lana Littlesea and her hoard of followers.
Thank you all for reading!
