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Chapter 3: School . . . and Paul

Atlanta's POV

I woke up at 8 the next morning. Stupid school. We all know how well this is going to work out. I'm going to go to all my classes and not know anything because my education up until now has been kind of spotty, running away from monsters and all. And then my dyslexia will kick in and I won't be able to read anything because it's not ancient Greek, and then, to make things worse, my ADHD will kick in and I will be itching to just get up and start fighting something.

I sighed. Man, I need to get a life. Anyway, I got into my denim shorts and black tank top with a white cardigan. Then, of course, my bracelets and converse. I grabbed my favourite backpack (not the ratty old one in the truck), and stuck a granola bar in my mouth as I decided to walk to school.

The walk wasn't that long, and it was really nice. The sun had just risen, so there was a mist covering everything (not the magical kind). It was beautiful. I always was a country girl. Don't get me wrong, I loved going shopping with friends, but I always loved the peace and quiet of an open field, or a forest, or a beach more than the sounds of a noisy city.

I walked up to the school and noticed how tiny it was. Surely I would have all my classes with at least one member of the pack. Shit. Then at lunch they would probably want me to sit with them. Shit, again. That's when the 20 questions would start. Just what I wanted. Please note the sarcasm.

I walked into my first period. Math. What a way to start off the morning. Ugh.

As I walked in my teacher signed the slip of paper I had been given and gestured for me to take a seat. I went straight to the back row, trying to hide myself and it was the easiest place to spot anyone or anything that would come through the door. Some habits you just can't kick. Of course, the only seat in the back was next to none other than. . . Paul. I was kind of excited that I would get to see him first thing every day, but quickly reprimanded myself. This pup may think he can take on the world, but he knew nothing of my life.

As I sat down next to him I was his eyes glide to my face. I let out a small smile and he smiled back. I took out a piece of paper and wrote:

Fancy meeting you here.

Not really. I may be a genius, but I still need to keep up the charade.

Really? Is that why Kim said you were flunking math?

He scoffed at my remark and the teacher looked back at us. "Well than, Mr. Walker, I suppose you could solve this problem for us?"

"Sorry, teach, I don't do well with math in the morning." That got a little chuckle out of everyone, and I let of a smile.

"Well than, Mr. Walker, I hope you do well with Principal Matecs in the morning," he said as he pulled out a slip for Paul to take to the office.

"See ya," he whispered as he past behind me, his hand trailing over my shoulders and leaving a streak of shivers behind it. Damn, I have to get my hormones under control.

After math ended, I walked to my locker only to find Paul standing beside it. I turned to him, "What are you like stalking me or something?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing, seeing as you were the one who came to my town, hangs out with my friends and is now standing beside my locker." No way. Were the gods trying to make me suffer?

"This is your locker?" Even I could hear the incredulity in my voice, "No way is my locker beside yours."

"Ha ha, this is good."

"How do you figure?"

"Because it gives me an excuse to see you a lot more and it gives me an excuse to walk you to your classes." He wants to see me? He wants to walk me to my classes? No, bad Atlanta. You can't—

"You don't need an excuse for that." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. He smiled and I felt a slow blush creep into my cheeks. That was the weirdest thing. No one ever made me blush. No guy, not my friends making fun of me, no one. He really was my soul mate.

He walked me to the gym, a class I had with Embry. And when I came out there he was to walk me to English, which I had with Kim, and after English to walk me to Bio, which I had with Quil (who knew the guys liked science?). And after that, the dreaded lunch. As we walked into the cafeteria, I took a deep breath and we walked to the table where the pack sat. Surprisingly there was no one new, so we got to skip introductions. And even more surprising . . . no 20 questions. I was shocked but didn't bring it up. It was awesome. Embry and Quil were the pranksters of the group, and I knew we would have a lot to plan in the near future. The seniors were; Paul, Quil, Embry, Kim, Jared, Leah, Jake, and me. Seth, Brady, and Collin were all sophomores' and Sam and Emily were in there 20's.

After lunch, we resumed our day. Paul continued to be a gentleman and walked me to and from every class. I was insanely grateful when the day ended and none of the teachers had asked me questions and my ADHD hadn't been too bad. I also LOVED it when I started to walk home and Paul drove up beside me in a really, really nice all black GMC Sierra.

"Want a ride?"

"I have legs," I replied. Being the person I am, I like exercise and I'm not big on being picked up on the side of the road. Trust me, it's happened before and you don't want to know.

"Yeah, but this is my very subtle way of trying to find out where you live."

"Don't you already know from the bonfire Saturday night?" I instantly regretted saying it when I saw the look on his face.

"Well, yeah, I guess-"

"A ride sounds great." I didn't want to make things awkward and it would be really nice to sit and talk with him some more. I had known the guy for like two days and I already couldn't be apart from him.

It was a nice conversation, but way too short. When we pulled up into my driveway I didn't want to get out. We sat there for a minute before an idea popped into my head.

"Hey, Paul? What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing," he sounded suspiciously hopeful, "Why?"

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come in for dinner, considering I don't have anyone else to cook for." His eyes lit up like the fourth of July. Then they died down just a bit.

"That sounds awesome, but promise not to kill me if I tell you something?"

"Ok. . ." it came out suspicious and guarded.

"Well, there's another bonfire tonight and the guys wanted you to come, but I said we shouldn't ask you because you probably wouldn't want to, but I figured if we're this close I might as well ask you to come anyway."

"Sure. I'll come." I said easily, even though it wasn't on the top of my list of things to do, I would go. The last thing I needed was a pack of shape shifters on my tail. Not to mention if I was going to be hanging out with Paul I needed to make amends with his friends' . . . even that leech. Wait! What did I just think? No, there will be no more hanging out with Paul . . . after tonight.

Paul came into my house. I have to admit I was a little apprehensive, because . . . well, I'm his imprint and what if he didn't like my house. But he made himself right at home. Took off his shoes, sat in the middle of the couch, arms sprawled over the back, feet on the table; the works. Then he patted the spot beside him. I sat down, and he kept his arm around my shoulders.

"So what do you want to do?"

"Try again, Paul. You're the guest; therefore you get to pick what to do."

"Who says therefore anymore?"

"I do. So learn to live with it. Now, done to more important matters; what do you want to do?"

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my back, "Whatever you want to." I could think of a whole lot of things to do at that moment and they are not fit to print. I had to come up with something fast.

"How about we watch a movie?" I quickly, but subtly, got up and picked a couple of my favourite horror movies. I know I just said my thoughts weren't fit to print, but this was the closest thing I could come up with that was anywhere close to G-rated.

I showed him 3 movies, Law Abiding Citizen, Shutter Island, and, The Crazies. They were the creepiest movies I had. He immediately picked up Law Abiding Citizen and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"What?" he asked, just a little defensively, "It's a good movie."

"Well, yeah, but I always thought you would be the guy to go for some classic guts and gore, not a psychological movie."

"Shutter Island is way more psychological than this."

"Whatever." I popped the movie in and threw popcorn into the microwave.

I sat down beside Paul and as we watched, whenever we came to a scary part, I would inch closer. It wasn't that I was actually scared, but it was a great excuse to move closer. By the time we got to the part where Gerard Butler blows up the cars, I was nearly in his lap. As I buried my face in his shoulder, He grabbed my legs and swung them around so I was actually sitting in his lap. I was trying to slow down my heart beat. It felt so nice . . . so right. But the other side of me was arguing what the Gods would think. Then I came to a grand conclusion. . . it's my life not theirs.

Paul and I watched the whole movie, and once it ended, neither of us moved. The popcorn was gone and it was about 6:30, so I decided it would be a good idea to get up and make dinner, knowing Paul would be starving. Wrong idea. I tried to get up, but something pulled me back down and I felt his whisper on the side of my ear.

"Just where do you think you're going?" I had to try and ignore the shivers it sent down my spine, and focus on what he was saying.

"Well, I was planning on going to make us dinner, but if you don't want food that's fine." I looked at him and I could feel the small gleam in my eye. I knew I had won. Then he put on that ridiculously adorable puppy face, the one he was so freaking good at. And I lost.

"Fine. You win." He smirked. Like a genuinely evil, mischievous smirk. I narrowed my eyes. Then I got an idea. I remembered having a brief conversation with Kim. I looked up at Paul through my eyelashes and batted them fiercely and said in a small innocent tone, "Paul, could you please let me up?" I felt his hold around my lace loosen and I got up. Then he shook his head as if to clear it and said, "Hey! No fair!"

I chuckled and turned around to look back at him, "Life isn't fair. Get used to it." And with that, I turned to the kitchen and started to make fettuccine alfredo for ten people. One serving for me and the other nine for Paul.

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