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Payton's POV

So, turns out that the bullshit old lady, Mrs. Leonie, did call Vicky. I was in the middle of bandaging my face and thinking of Paul when what do I hear? My Aunt's voice. 'Where is she'? Then came the sound of her high heels hitting the wood floors. Then finally came Aunt Vicky. She looked, well, she looked pissed. She was probably in the middle of selling Avon or having some tea with her friends and got a call from good old Leonie. Then she had to make up some lame excuse to come and pick me up. She gabbed her finger at me. "You're in some deep shit, young lady." But she had a smile on her face, so I wasn't in too much 'deep shit'. Vicky knew I went to Anger management and had a temper problem, but she also knew that I didn't fight for any reason. Heck, if she knew Lindsey she'd be patting me on the back right now. We walked back to the front office and I didn't miss seeing Lindsey. She was in another room; it looked like an office of some sort. Oh shit, the door read Mrs. Leonie. I guess she really did like Lindsey that much. Well it doesn't look like I'm going to be able to go home for being sick any time soon, unless they replace the nurse of course.

We walked outside and the cold air instantly hit my face. Mmm, felt good. That office was a little stuffy, I don't know but I think Mrs. Leonie needed a new deodorant 'cause that one she had just wasn't working for her. We walked to the car in silence and I was beginning to think that the smile Vicky showed me wasn't the kind of smile I wanted. Our doors shut and she started the car.

"Are you mad at me or something?" She wasn't talking so I had to.

"Damn straight! Did you really beat up that Lindsey girl?"

"Yeah. But you cant' get mad at me for that! She's the biggest bitch in school. I could handle her shit for a week but she was really pushin my buttons." Then Vicky did something I didn't expect her to do, she laughed. You heard me, laughed! "What? Why are you laughing?" I mean laugh all you want I just want to know why.

"I'm glad you kicked her ass, probably deserved it, God knows her mother needs one too." You got to be shitting me. Did she just say that? Holy crap, she did. Good Aunt Vicky always has something to say that surprises me.

"Gosh Vicky, I thought you were going to talk my ear off about laying a finger on her. But instead you congratulate me?" She just nodded. "Well since your not mad and I'm no longer on an ass kicking rampage can we get something to eat? I'm starving."

"Your just like your mother." And with that we went to Mc Donald's.

Paul's POV

What is that smell? Smells like something died in here. Maybe it did. I hate cleaning! Okay, so here I am cleaning my freaking hazardous house. And all because of none other than, Payton. Why? Well I'm hoping of using my oh-so-good-looks and charm to get her to come over. Will it work? Of course, have you seen me, I'm gorgeous! So I'm stuck cleaning my stupid house. Believe me it's not fun. I would have asked the guys, but then they'd find out I imprinted. And on a girl that was at school for a week. A week! Can you believe I didn't notice she was in two of my class, never once really looked at her? I mean she got into a lot of trouble but I never really though about her after. How could I not? She was beyond hott!

Great, here comes Jacob and Seth. And Q the knock on the door. I opened the door and walked back to my cleaning without a word. If I wanted to keep this a secret I was gonna have to stay human. Now I have to try and stay calm. "Oh. My. Gosh. Is Paul actually cleaning his house? Seth?"
"Looks like it to me, Jacob." I growled. "I've clean my house before, so shut the hell up."

"Yeah but your version of cleaning is tossing your clothes into the closet—

"And throwing stuff under the bed." Real funny jerk-offs.

"What the hell do you guys want? If you're just going to stand there criticizing—

"Ooo big word." Stupid Jacob.

"…me then leave my house. If not then help me clean a little."

"Well I just came here to ask what happened to that girl, you know the one that got in a fight with Lindsey." Stupid Seth, always bringing up the thing I don't want him to.

I had to play it cool. "Nothing. I took her to the office like Mr. Ginner said and left." They both looked at each other. "What?"

"Man, you just took her to the office and LEFT?!"

I stepped closer. "Why? What happened to her? Is she okay?"

"What? Of course she's okay." I relaxed. "I'm surprised you didn't get her number, she was kind of hot." The nerve of Jacob. If only he knew he would shut his trap. He sat on the now clean sofa. "Well if you ain't got dibs on her…."

"No!"

He sat up, interested in what I had to say. "I knew it, so you're cleaning your house for her?"

"What? No, of course not." That didn't sound convincing. Jacob smiled and looked at Seth, who was standing behind me. Then he looked at me again. "Spill". He sat back.

"Nope."

"When you phase your just gonna let us know anyways, so why not make it easier on yourself and tell us?" I kept on cleaning, acting as if these assholes weren't here. "I say we do a little make-Paul-mad-so-he-can-phase. What do you say Seth?"

"Jacob you better not". He and Seth started closing in on me and I knew I couldn't keep my temper in check. No, I have to. For Payton, yeah for Payton. Jacob lunged for me and grabbed me around the torso. Seth put me in a headlock. This is gonna be harder than I thought. I socked Jacob's jaw and he knocked me on the ground. Seth was under me and Jacob got in a good punch to my ribs. Oh, I was pissed. So I did the only thing I could do, I phased, and so did Jacob and Seth.

You idiots!

Hey, it was your fault, you wouldn't tell us so we had to find out some way, Seth said.

I couldn't hide Payton from my mind; she was all I thought about. No way! You imprinted on her? Ha!

Shut up! SHUT UP! You better keep your mouth shut Seth I know you can't keep a secret!

Hey, what about Jacob?

Jacob knows how to keep his own secrets so I know he won't go spill and wouldn't tell Leah either.

Got that right, Jacob added. Seth pouted and Jacob chuckled. We phased back and got dressed. For them making me tell them my secret I made them help me clean the house. Well it was that or I tie them down, burn their clothes, and dress them up like girls, while throwing them outside. Yeah, that did the trick.

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"Ugh, I'll die happy if I never have to clean Paul's disgusting house again."

"Make that both of us, Seth." We clean the place, spotless. Jacob and Seth were sprawled on my black leather sofa. "You guys it wasn't even that bad." Hey I had clean a little before they came over. "Says the guy who was taking breaks every five minutes he started working."

"Hey, I did my share of cleaning. Plus, you two just had to know my secret."

"Speaking of secrets…" Oh, why did I have to open my big ass mouth, especially with Jacob here? "So, how are you thinking of telling her?"

"I don't know, I mean I don't even really have friend relationship with her. What if she doesn't like me?"

"Wow Paul, I've never seen this soft side of you before. It's touching really." I slapped Jacob on the back of the head. "Hey, I though we were having a moment here?"

"Shut up Jacob, you know what I mean. Why can't you be more like Seth and just listen?"

"I talk, it's just that I don't have anything to say right now." Everyone knew Seth could never shut his yap, so why was he quiet now?

"Why don't you have anything to say right now anyways?" He didn't say anything, which was not like him. Weird. "Seth." He turned his head the other way. "Seth." Now Jacob wanted to know too.

"What! I was just thinking of how you're going to tell her. You know, you could ask for Quil's help, I think they're good friends. He could tell you what she likes and what she doesn't." He had a point there and I needed to talk to Quil and tell him I needed him to take over my patrol on Tuesday. I was planning to ask Payton if she wanted to come over and maybe watch a movie. It was barley Monday; my charm should be able to get her here by then. And I had an advantage; she's my soul mate!

The next day.

Payton's POV

Stupid alarm clock! Why couldn't I find it? Oh yeah, 'cause my heads under the blankets. Ugh. I pulled back the blankets and finally turned off that damned contraption. I grabbed my favorite towel and took a shower. I hope Vicky left me some warm water.

When I was done I got dressed and grabbed a pop tart before going to school.

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So I'm walking into school and who's the first person I see? Lindsey. I had to bite my cheek to keep from smiling. I mean the girls got a bruised nose, who wouldn't laugh? And to top it all off her friends aren't even glaring at me! Such pansies! Serves them right.

I walk into Mr. Handler is shooting daggers at me. Well I got rid of one group of people doing it to me only to have another. I tossed my five-page essay on his desk and went to my seat. Believe me I wouldn't have done it, but Vicky said if I didn't she would ground me from running every night, which I so don't want to happen. But after what happened the day before yesterday? I'm not so sure I want to go out anymore. It was nothing, don't be such a pussy. Yeah, it was nothing. I was brought out of my thought by a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around and saw a very happy Paul with the biggest grin on his face. For what exactly, I don't know. Damn he's sexy! How did I not notice how hott he was before? Well, it was probably because the only guy I actually talked to was Quil, and he was a sort of player. "Uh, may I help you?" May I help you? Eww, that sounded so lady-like why couldn't I just have said 'what' or 'what do you want'? I could've added punk on the end or something.

"I'm Paul." He extended his hand for me to shake. As much as I wanted to reach out and take it, hell, I wanted to grab it and kiss it too. What the hell am I saying? While I was having a mental fight with myself Paul was still waiting for me to shake his hand, which I was not going to do. I mean if I were already thinking of planting a big fat kiss on him after he just wanted to shake my hand what would I be thinking of once I actually touch him? I don't know about you but I did not want to find that answer out. I turned around in my chair.

That's when I felt another tap on my shoulder. I turned around once again. "What's your problem man?"

The dude was still smiling? "It's Paul. Why don't you take your hood down so I can see your face?" Was he trying to flirt with me? What a joke! An incredibly cute jokes with dreamy eyes. No! Stop thinking like that! "I like my hood up, for your information."

"But how will I see those beautiful green eyes?" Don't think about his lips, don't think about his lips! How could I not? Damn those big, huge, luscious, tempting—

I turned around and tried my best to ignore Paul staring at me. He laughed but didn't tap me on the shoulder anymore, which made me miss it when I shouldn't. How can a guy I just met for the first time have such an effect on me? Who knows? I didn't want to be in any kind of relationship right now. Not after what happened to my parents, I mean my life is seriously shit right now. Well, there is Vicky, she's the one good thing in my life and Quil and Fern but that's it. I don't want my life to get anymore complicated.

"Payton." What? Who said my name? Oh crap, it was Mr. Handler. "Payton, do you know the answer?" Well of course I don't know the answer, I wasn't even paying attention. "Payton?" I wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction of hearing me say I didn't have the answer. "Hold on." I grabbed the book and tried to find out where everyone else was while hearing Mr. Handler telling everyone 'well lets all wait for Miss Tanner because she told us to'. I could kill him! Where the hell was everyone else?

Just then a folded paper was put on my desk. I didn't really care about Mr. Handler so I picked it up and opened it.

The answer is ' 1610-1611 in England'

Love Paul

"Umm the answer is sixteen ten through sixteen eleven in England. Mr. Handler looked a little shocked to see that I actually got the answer right. Ha! Take that you jackass! He just mumbled a quick 'yes' and carried on. And what the hell did Paul mean 'Love Paul'? Freakin weirdo. But a sexy ass weirdo. Gosh I'm going to have to think of something else to get him, off my mind. But I'm going to have to thank him from saving my ass of embarrassment. Damn it!

I waited for the bell to ring then I waked out the door and waited for Paul, which wasn't very long 'cause he was out the door almost as fast as I was. It looked like he was looking for someone. "Paul." He heard me and swerved around to face me. Did he smile? Yes, he actually smiled. Why? Was he looking for me? Awkward. "Umm I wanted to thank you for helpin me out earlier." Gosh, could his smile get any bigger?

"Anytime." Ugh. He was trying to flirt with me. Not that I didn't like it, its just that I didn't want him to know I liked it. "Yeah, see you later." I turned to walk. "Wait!" He grabbed my shoulder, which sent some god-know-what current of pleasure through my body. "What are you doing after school? Are you free? I mean you could come over to my house to study or something." Yeah right. By 'study' he means try to get in your pants, no thank you. "Sorry I'm busy." I walked away. I was going to add 'maybe another time' but I didn't want to get the guys hopes up. I didn't look back 'cause, to be honest I didn't want to see his face if he was sad. Why would I give a shit? What's happening to me?

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