Paul
I didn't stay at home for long before I phased and started running patrol. Everyone was still at the bonfire, so I was left alone to my thoughts. By the time Leah phased to run with me, my blood was boiling. I had spent the whole time thinking about how mad I was at Scarlett.
She wasn't that bad. Leah thought quietly. Even the toughest girl in the pack had learned not to interfere when I was mad.
She was awful. I hate her. I ran faster, pushing the border farther than normal. The Leeches wouldn't mind, I hoped.
You should ask her on a date. Seth piped up.
Don't you have a cripple to take care of? I've told you before, I don't date. I growled. I felt Seth get momentarily angry, then start thinking about how Ri was tucked safely in her bed at the Blacks. It was disgusting.
I didn't say date her, I said ask her on one date. He clarified. I felt Leah's approval. Great, I was being tag teamed by the Clearwater's. This should be illegal.
I don't want to be around her.
You know that will only hurt you both. Leah said. Who would have known the girl would have a caring side to her?
How would you know? You'll never imprint. I suppose that was a little unnecessary, but it felt good.
Get your furry butt over here so I can rip you to shreds. She snarled menacingly. I just laughed, and started heading back to my house. I had a girl waiting for me there. I had flirted with her a bit, and she was a few years younger than me, but nobody can resist the advances of Paul LaHote. I phased when I saw the kitchen lights on. The best thing about having my own place was being able to have girls over without my mom finding out. If she knew what I was doing I'd be dead. I was surprised Denise had been able to come on such short notice. I glanced at the clock as I came through the door. It was almost 2 in the morning.
"Hey babe." I came around the corner and winked.
"I snuck out for you so this better be good." She said, taking my hand and pulling me to my couch, sitting directly on top of me. I closed my eyes and shut everything out, letting her distract me.
When I woke up, Denise was laying on top of me, as naked as Leah was when she phased the first time.
"Crap, I should go home." She moaned, grabbing her clothes off of the floor. I closed my eyes again, dozing off until I heard a knock on the door. Jared came waltzing in, as he always did, but stopped when he got to the doorway of the living room.
"Dude, put some pants on. We have to go to the Clearwater's." He said, throwing a hand over his eyes. I knew that he had seen me naked before, it was part of being a wolf. Jared was just being courteous. I threw my shorts on and stood up. I followed Jared out the door and hoped that Sue would have food at her house because I was starving. I could smell the hamburgers before we could see the house. Jared was immediately gone from my side, having gone over to Kim and kissed her the way high school couples do in the hallway before class. It was gross. He was my best friend, but it was still gross. I sat down in the grass of the Clearwater's backyard next to Jake.
"Why'd you leave yesterday?" He asked. I knew he knew the answer, so I just shrugged.
"You ever think about giving her a chance? You can't fight the imprint."
"I did NOT imprint." I mumbled, noticing Quil arriving. I was going to ask him about his cousin, but she was standing next to him, her lacrosse stick in her hand. I noticed the way everyone was so friendly to her. They seemed to accept her as part of the pack, even though she wasn't a wolf or an imprint. I watched her as Quil encouraged her to show them what she could do with her lacrosse stick. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the stick, as if it was the source of her security. She glanced over at me, and I couldn't help but smile. She was pretty. I'd love to find a way to get her to come over to my place.
I found myself watching Scarlett as she showed off to the guys a little. She'd throw them the ball in one graceful motion, and they'd catch it. Whoever caught it would throw it back to her. Sometimes they were dead on her stick, but sometimes she'd have to jump and extend her arm to its full length. The ball never hit the ground though. She had complete control of her body, and her stick was an extension of that.
Jake sat back down next to me, setting a plate piled with hamburgers between us. I grabbed one and took a bite, not really paying attention. I was subconsciously noticing things about Scarlett. The way she'd brush strands of hair out of her eyes, or the grin that was small and sly whenever she caught something particularly tricky. Her eyes were alert, and I noticed she never took her hands off of the stick. Eventually she stopped her little game, wiping sweat from her brow.
"Hey Scarlett! Come sit with us!" Jake called. Scarlett glanced nervously at me, while I shot Jake a glare. Scarlett came over and sat in front of us in the grass, crossing her legs and putting her stick in her lap. We sat uncomfortably for a second before Jake started asking her about Michigan. She answered his questions, but I noticed the way she played with the end of her ponytail. It seemed like a nervous habit. She also kept glancing over at me. As much as I denied it, the wolf in me had imprinted. I laid back in the grass, contemplating it. The legends said that the wolf would be whatever the imprint needed him to be, but what if the imprint could be whatever the wolf needed too? I couldn't suppress the wolf in me from wanting to be around Scarlett, but the human in me didn't want to date. I decided I would just be her friend. That way everyone was happy.
I was contently laying in the sun when I felt Scarlett lay next to me. I cracked an eye open and turned to look at her. She had her hands folded over her lacrosse stick and was looking at me too.
"You looked happy." She said. I grinned. As much as I had convinced myself I hated her, she was awfully easy to like.
"Thanks" I replied. She continues looking at me with her big green eyes, curiosity bubbling at the surface.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself yesterday. I'm Paul LaHote." I said, propping myself up on an elbow and extending my hand to her. She seemed shocked at first, but recovered.
"I'm Scarlett Wilde." She smiled. I felt like there was a weight off of my chest. There had been something there that I hadn't noticed before, but I could definitely tell now that it was gone. I had this imprint thing under control.
hello wonderful readers! I just wanted to note that in my other story Looking for some Freedom I had gone cannon with Paul and his imprint. Ive decided against that, so this story fits. you don't have to read that one, but it may help. *i do not own twilight in any way, and any characters you don't recognize are my OC. Review please!
