Ch 2- Cold Hearted Snake To belong
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He's a cold hearted snake, look into his eyes
uh-oh he's been telling lies
He's a lover boy at play, he dont play by rules
Girl dont play the fool no
There was many reasons I hated Paul Walker, he was arrogant, cocky, used women for his own personal gain, and was totally bi-polar. No, really, he was. When I first moved to La push I was a nervous wreck, Butterflies in my tummy, sweaty palms - the works. To know me now you never would have thought it, but finally making a new life for ones self after fourteen years of being 'Orphan Annie' can do that to you. Anyway, having the 'pack' (as Sam and Emily had lovingly named them whilst telling me about my new family on the way home) like me seemed crucial, since they supposedly spent alot of time around the house, so I dusted off my best sugar sweet smile, softened my voice and crossed by damp fingers. How bad could it be?
Oh, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Boy dont want no heartbreaker no.
Dont need validation, go home.
Have no time for silly games, no.
No more waiting by the phone, no.
They were all waiting of course, eager, giddy, impatient and as ironic as this might sound- they reminded me of a pack of puppys. Yes, later on I would most deffinatly laugh my butt off at that one. Getting out of the car was akward, I expected to be greeted by cold silence and polite small talk at best, so you can imagine how surprised I was when they sprinted over in a speed that seemed utterly impossible, all talking over one another while they pulled me into a warm- no roasting- sweaty embrace, hollaring about the new 'pale face.' To say I was taken back would be a slight understament.
That was when I saw him.
He stood on the outskirts of the embrace, a frown marring his smooth, russet skin and a manic glow in his dark charcoal eyes as he stared in my direction. The freaky huge guy did not look happy as he locked eyes with me, not one little bit. And then it just... changed. His face went utterly slack as he stared open mouthed at my currently dangling form, eyes filled with some kind of complicated awe that I couldnt even begin to contemplate. As I detangled myself from the other boys- who didnt even notice that they where now holding onto each other and not the 'new girl' - and padded towards the hot giant, his face lit up further as though he couldnt believe I was coming closer. He stared at me as if I where the only thing in his entire world. And the weird thing?
I liked it.
Enough of you're cheating, you stay out all night.
Refuse to behave, you'll never be right.
Im on-uh-on-uh-on
on to you.
"Paul!"
I glanced back sharply at Sam's furious tone, pausing just a few steps away from the strange boy in front of me. Throughout the whole meet and greet, Emily and Sam had stayed beside the car, observing with identical aproving grins on both of their faces. But now Sam bolted towards Paul, his face no longer teasing but utterly savage, and a small snarl escaping his lips as he got into the equally furious boys face. Both seemed to be locked in some sort of silent argument, their bodys each trembling slightly and automatically I blanched at the agressive light in their eyes. God, Lisa wouldnt have been angry enough to have foisted me off on a bunch of violent psyco's... would she? I sure hoped not. Pauls body was beging to full out convusle, the strong muscles under his skin contorting into what look liked very painful, not to menchen impossible positions, and I couldnt help but let out a small cry of alarm and move towards him. What the hell was I doing you might ask? Well in all honesty I had absolutely no idea. All I could see was that he was hurt and my damn brain was 100% convinced that I was the one who had to help. I always had thought it was disfunctional. My legs continued to move forward of their own accord, never mind the fact that every instinct that I possesed was now screaming DANGER! in big flashing lights, when Pauls eyes snapped to mine, still glowing eeirly with shocking malviolence, and I took an automatic step back. God, he looked... like an animal. Yes, a savage beast.
He's a cold hearted snake, look into his eyes
uh-oh he's been telling lies
He's a lover boy at play, he dont play by rules
Girl dont play the fool no
I stared stiffly at Sam, glaring at the abnormaly sized man and setting the apple- that was clenched firmly in my fist- down carefully so I didnt get tempted to throw it at his head, before asking him to repeat his words. "You're getting a ride with Paul." He clarafied, completly non-pulsed by the daggers I was throwing him. Damn.
I crossed my arms and thrust my chin out diffiantly, hoping to convey the fact that I did not want to get a ride with the full on wack job of a werewolf , I said werewolf, deal with it. Paul and I had never gotten along since that very first day when he had thrown me the darkest look he could possibly muster and ran off in the general direction of the forest. The dude clearly had problems.
Whatever.
"Im not getting into a car with him. He'll probably try and murder me or something!" I protested shrilly, fully beliving my own argument. Sam quirked a brow at me (Clearly saying - don't be melodramatic.) and shot an amused look at Emily, who just smirked delicately. It was this kind of mysterious behaviour that ticked me off on a regular basis. Ignoring their criptic ways, I got back to the point. "You cant seriously ask me to stay in such a convined space with the prince of darkness out there, can you? I mean whats he doing right now while im in here? Biting the heads off baby birds?" seeming to be unable to restrain himself Sam let out a soft chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the sides and despite myself, I giggled. "If you're not carefull baby birds wont be the only thing on my diet." A menacing voice growled from right behind me, and I yelped, leaping about a foot in the air and clutching at my chest. My poor heart was beating a mile a minute and not just because I was startled, if y'know what I mean. "See, he didnt even try and deny it!" Paul glared at me and I shrugged, poking my tounge out at him in response.
"Well good morning to you too Fido."
Boy you seem to think i'll stay, I gave you everything.
Realised that you're just a little boy, with two hands in the cookie jar.
I dont want, dont need no player, Cards are dealt you'll miss me later.
Im on-uh on-uh on-uh
On to you.
The drive to La Push high was unbelivebly tense, to the point where you could practically hear the air crackle and spark with the unspoken words.
Not to be dramatic or anything.
The dull weather was doing nothing to improve my already terrible mood, the sky was damp and overcast, a swirly pattern of rain and wind that blurred by the window of Pauls truck making me a little dizzy. Sighing, I twisted my body away from the depressing sight and turned my gaze to the angry werewolf beside me. He looked rumpled and upset but utterly hot, hot, hot. In both senses of course. As If noticing my non to subtle scrutiny, his head turned and I smothered the urge to gasp as his dark eyes captured my own, locking my muscles in place and I found myself lost in those bottomless black orbs . Last year I had had a major crush on Paul and -according to the pack- had also made it painstakingly obvious to not only them but also the man in question. Very embarrasing and also terribly akward seeing as he was at the house like, allll the time and I was forced to look at that equally kissable and slap-able smirky mouth of his on a daily basis. The moment I knew that he knew that I knew, was the moment I promised myself to never fall under Paul Walker's unflappable charm, because at the end of it I would be the one who came out as a tradgic burn victim, not him. Until now things had gone quite well.
"See something you like kitten?"
Paul's smooth drawl snapped me out of my musings, and I blinked, my face twisting into an immidiate scowl as his arrogant words registered in my brain.
Oh he did not just go there.
"Okay first of all, Kitten? Really? I've heard kindergardeners come up with better nicknames some of which, might I add, consisted of poopy boy and cootie girl. Not impressed Pauley." Seeing Pauls carefully blank expression as he turned back to the road I smirked and continued. "Secondly, im a teenage girl with raging horomones. I would have to be not only blind but in serious denial to look at you and not notice ah, certain assets you have aquired over the years." That statement got a slight curl of the lips and a quirked brow. "And thirdly, well I dont really have a third point. Just dont call me kitten.'kay?" The truck jerked to a stop and, startled, I glanced out the window to see that we were at the school. Paul's amused smirk just about turned my legs to jelly as he leant across the torn leather seat, his face barely inches from my own, and opened my door. "Dually noted. I always thought of you as more of a tigress anyway." he purred, his hot breath brushing my mouth and I swear I did not intend for my lips to part. Scouts honour. "See you later Chloe." he whispered and I nodded, wordlessly clilmbing out of the truck and slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
As much as I hate to admit it, I watched him leave.
Stupid Bi-polar werewolf.
He's a cold hearted snake, look into his eyes
uh-oh he's been telling lies
He's a lover boy at play, he dont play by rules
Girl dont play the fool no
TBC
xxx
A/N: So sorry for the delay, my laptop decided to go all funky thus leaving me helplessly frustrated and unable to update all of my storys, and I had all these exams to revise for too. Sorry! :D Anyways, Pauls a bit of an asshole aint he? All part of the charm though, him being an ass just seems to add to the whole brooding werewolf thing. LOL. Poor Chloe doesnt seem to be able to make up her mind when it comes to our faveorite shapeshifter, not that I blame her. He does have quite a few uh redeeming qualities. (**Cough** killer abbs. **Cough** ^.^) Anyways, thank you to anyone who read, reviewed, faveourited or alerted. You guys rock socks! :DD
I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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P.S: The song 'Cold Hearted Snake' is by Katerina Graham and was playing on loop while this chapter was being written, I thought the lyrics fitted Paul very well and I just really love the song. :D
Peace, love and twilight
-C xx