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I fiddled with the sleeves on my sweatshirt, eyes glued to the paper in front of me. Fighting the urge to fidget, I tried to keep my attention on anything but the people obviously staring at me. It was like a was in a zoo, people watching me and contemplating whether or not to toss a peanut in to tempt the creature. I just wanted the floor of the study hall to drop out under me.
Since I'd missed so much time out of school, all of my time for the new few weeks would be spent in this room, with other students switching in and out with the bells. Everyone would get a front row view of the freak in study hall. The girl who tried to kill herself. Joy.
My biggest fear was that everyone would be filtering out each day. That included the biggest jerks in the school; Paul and his gang. And they wasted no time welcoming me back.
Everyone fell silent and I heard the door open. My head didn't move, merely the pencil as I struggled to wrap my head around the math set in front of me. I swear the room collectively held its breath, footsteps thudding on the ground. It wasn't until the footsteps halted and came into my view that I realized they were walking towards me.
"Piper…" A deep voice softly murmured to me, and I couldn't help it, my eyes cut upwards, fearing the worse. I won't lie, I breathed a sigh of relief when I recognized Seth's face, not Paul.
But man has Seth changed. This used to be a small gangly kid, long black hair that passed my current length, and always sweet. Yeah he followed Paul and his kids around like a lost puppy, but he never was mean…just watched. But now, he was over six foot, buffed out and hair cut close to his head.
Even though he wasn't Paul, I had no desire to talk to him. If I had it my way, I wouldn't even be here, I'd be home schooled. Never have to be subjected to this, and have to see Paul again. Of course, fate didn't have the same idea. Lowering my head once more, I absentmindedly started to write numbers and letters, pretending to do the assignment.
"Piper, I'm sorry for what happened. I'm glad your back." His voice was only a whisper, but it sounded like a shout in the dead silent room. "We're all glad your back."
I bit the snaky response back and didn't move. He sighed, turned and left just as the lunch bell rang. Surprisingly, it took two minutes before anyone moved. They all waited for me to do something, break down or anything, and when I didn't they gave up and left.
Once the door shut I sighed and sat up straight, pushing my black hair out of my face. I couldn't do this everyday. Maybe I could just find an empty classroom and hide out there for the rest of my high school career.
The door opened again and I froze, angry as my eyes wandered to the door, which was when I became terrified. Paul Lahote strolled in and I instantly ducked my head, yanked my hood over my head, and slid my sleeves up to cover my hands.
"Piper, can we talk?" I didn't respond, instead I feverishly wrote on the page, strokes contorting and becoming scribbles as I struggled to steady out my breathing. We were the only ones in the room, and he had changed like Seth. He terrorized me before, now he was the size of Godzilla. Anything he wanted to do, he could.
When he realized I wasn't going to answer, he pulled a chair up to my desk and I tiled my head away, groaning and moving as far from him as I could in the chair. "Please Piper. I know I was an ass." I shrugged away from him, but my pencil stilled. My brain was racing and I couldn't' keep up. Couldn't keep my heart from burning by the still oh too fresh wounds he was pulling at.
"Talk to me." His voice grew sterner, and I stood, pushing the chair away. My hands moved in a frenzy as I scrambled to pick up my papers, no small feat when the hands were trembling. Reaching out, his large hand gently cupped mine, making me freeze. "Piper…"
Yanking my hand away I clutched my papers to my chest and back stepped, hood falling as I looked at him, wide eyed. "N-no." Closing my eyes I sighed as my voice quivered.
"Why not?" He stood and I couldn't tell if it was confusion or anger in his voice. I'd only known anger from him before.
Eyes still closed, I answered, "You ruined my life." With that, I yanked my bag farther up my arm and ran off down the hall, ending up in the bathroom. Once inside, I moved into the handicapped stall and pressed my back to the wall, sliding to the ground. Tears streamed down my face and I angrily wiped them away.
Paul walked out of the study hall and slowly wound his way to the cafeteria. He knew this wouldn't be easy. He didn't know how the imprint thing worked. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he had imprinted, and he sure as hell wasn't about to ask the pack at it. Not after everything he'd done and said about imprinting.
But, he had to have imprinted. His head skipped a beat when he saw her, a magnetic pull guided him to her, and even now he felt her pain, her sorrow. He had done that pain to her, and he couldn't take that back. When he tired to talk to her, try to see what she was feeling and if he even could reach her. Now she was hiding somewhere, and by the feel of it, crying.
He really was an ass.
With that lovely thought, he entered the room and sat down next to the rest of the pack, slinking down in the chair. Everyone's eyes flicked to him, then went back to their tasks. It was weird. Before everyone watched him in fear of his wrath. Now they do it out of habit, and fear of his size, but knowing what lurked underneath. He hated it.
"What's wrong with you?" Jake gave him a look as Quil nudged the latecomer a tray of food. Paul picked up a fry and looked at it with disdain.
"Nothing." His answer was curt, but he might as well have had a flashing sign that read LIAR.
"Paul." Embry, fearing for his friends wellbeing.
"The baby is falling for someone." Leah grumbled between bites of her sandwich.
"Watch it Leah." Paul bit back, pushing his tray across the table.
"Who?" Quil leaned forward, then proceeded to scan the room. "Is it Becca?" One of Paul's one night stand.
"I've got patrol." He stood quickly, causing the chair to fly back until it connected with the closest table…nearly across the room. Everyone's eyes flew to him, to which he just made fists of trembling hands and stormed out.
Once he made it outside and out of anyone's line of view he took off in an inhuman speed jog. The moment he reached the protection of the free line he shed his clothes, hastily tying it to his leg for later. Not soon enough he phased, growling lowly at four paws hit the ground.
Paul, you're early. Sam's thoughts invaded his own and Paul started to create his wall, brick by brick, in an attempt to black out his Alpha.
Give you a break. He started to run, wind blowing through his silver fur as he tried to push his thoughts away, at least until they were only his thoughts. Oh how he wished a leech wandered into their land. He needed to kill something.
Paul, what's going on?
Drop it Sam. Go spend time with Emily. With that Sam phased back into human, and Paul let out a breath, head swimming.
Piper wouldn't talk to him. She hated him. Feared him. Yet she wouldn't leave his mind.
What was he going to do?
