Chapter Six: Airplane

Paul

Beep beep beep.

The crunching sound of plastic was welcoming in the morning air. That same crunching sound had become routine every morning, wake up ten minutes late to the alarm going off for the second time, fist connected, and a new dent every time. Usually by the end of the week the alarm clock had reached a point of no return, the loud buzzing alarm was sounding more and more like a weak buzz of a bee floating around your head annoyingly.

On the plus side, at least I didn't have patrol last night. Patrol during the week was torture just knowing you had to get up to go to work the next morning. For little income, Sam and I had put together a small carpentry group doing mostly household works for fixing. It wasn't anything spectacular, we all worked on what we knew best, but it left little suspicion to the rest of the town. I could care less what they think, if anything they should be praising us for our work around here. Not creating stupid rumours that came out of their ass. Sam didn't feel that way.

Like every other morning, I dragged my ass out of bed and into the bathroom down the hall. The cold water was refreshing against the warmth emitting from my body. I never bothered with hot showers anymore; all it seemed to do was overheat instead of relax my body. I could complain that being a werewolf, ship shifter, or whatever you want to call was a tough life. I could even claim it was the most awesome thing that happened to me. But it had just become another thing, routine. The excitement was gone, the pain of it all inexistent, there was nothing left but acceptance.

Besides it's not like I had an imprint to worry about like some of the guys. I don't want to imprint, the last thing I wanted was some pathetic little girl following me around like a lost puppy. Pun intended. I wanted a challenge, a girl that wouldn't be like the rest, something that an imprint wouldn't give me.

But it's all the same here in La Push. It's just routine.

I climbed out of the jeep slowly, trying to keep myself awake as I stumbled towards the new house we were working on. The house was old, the people who lived here before just kept it as a vacation house, their home not far in the city of Seattle. Mr. and Mrs. something or another. Whatever, they had a pretty hot daughter though.

Just as I approached the house, another car pulled in, the annoyingly loud music blaring from the speakers as the bass shook the earth. "What's up Pauly? Another late night at the bar?" Embry shouted from the car, earning no response but a flipped bird in his direction. It was the same thing every morning, Embry arrived shortly after I did, Jared not long after, and Sam was always there waiting patiently at the door.

The only thing that was different was the shorter pale inked skin man standing next to him. Tattoos, piercings, skateboard in hand, that was something you didn't see often in La Push. Actually, it was something you usually didn't see at all. Most people kept their tattoos to a minimum and piercings other than the ears weren't common except in rebellious teens. This man had to be at least twenty something.

"Paul, Embry; this is Sebastian he is one of the new residents here." Sam spoke formally, pointing to us as he said our names. I had to resist from rolling my eyes. I was tired and hadn't had my morning coffee yet, the last thing I wanted was to chat it up with some new random who probably would only be here for a few months before passing on again. It wasn't common for people to move in here but it was uncommon for them to stay.

"Nice to meet you man." I said gruffly, the tone sounded more strained the normal. I wish I could just phase and spend the day sleeping under a tree deep in the forest where no one would find me. The shorter man shook my outstretched hand, before moving over to shake Embry's.

"Nixx is upstairs asleep. She's probably going to sleep till two or three anyways so you won't have to worry about her." Sebastian announced after introductions, rounding back to face Sam. "I apologize in advance for anything she may do or say. You also have full right to kick her out or put her to work if she does wake up." I cocked an eyebrow, staring at the tattooed man in disinterest. Just how bad could one girl be? Obviously not much.

Sam, Sebastian and Embry talked for a few more minutes before Sebastian excused himself for work, taking off down the road on a skateboard. Odd man, wonder what the other girl would be like. The three of us stood in silence, tension filling the air as the pause became longer. Embry sensing the rising tension, trailed off towards the back of the house to return to yesterdays work leaving Sam and I standing out front.

"What's going on Paul?" Sam asked in his normal authoritative voice, his arms crossed over his chest.

I cleared my throat, "Nothing. Just didn't get much sleep last night." The lie was awful and Sam knew it. It was just a matter of if he would press on the subject or not. What did I have to say? I wanted a change, I wanted something new. There had been no vampire activity since the Cullen's left and the town was silent. Just... silent.

Before Sam could continue on, I decided to change the subject. "Who's this Nixx girl he was talking about? I doubt she could be that much trouble?"

"Wasn't she the one you had to pick up from school yesterday?" Jared emerged from around the corner of the house, looking tired from his early morning patrol shift.

"She punched the principal's daughter in the face." Sam murmured tiredly, his one hand coming up to run along his face. "She's like a female Paul." He smirked as Jared let out a chuckle. I wasn't amused in the least. What in the world did he mean by that? A growl emitted from my chest unannounced but the rumble went unnoticed by the other two.

"Relax Paul, I'm sure you'll meet her sooner or later."

"Whatever."

"Who's Paul hooking up with later?" Embry reappeared, making the worse turn into horrible. "Better yet, who would want him?"

"Ever wanted to know what a castrated man sounds like Em?" I growled out, turning to him with a dark look.

That shut him up.

It wasn't even an hour into work before things became restless in the house. It was hot, stuffy, and smelt like paint everywhere even with all the windows open. I balanced the hammer in my hand as I stared at the wall blankly. All my task was to do was to tear off the old plaster the walls had and replace it with drywall. I tuned out the sound of Jared, Sam, Quil and Jake talking and the sound of Embry's saw in the backyard. That was one nice thing about this job; Embry was almost always outside working.

Returning to the task at hand, I didn't think twice before ploughing the hammer through the wall and using the back to tear the chunks down. All stress and anger left my body as I tore the wall to pieces, the large chunks falling to the ground peacefully. As peaceful as it could get.

"What the fuck? Get out of my house!" The peace was ruined. The voice was melodic and yet shrill, footsteps echoed in the now dead silent room. I turned slowly, catching a brief blur of girl as she stormed through the room and towards where Sam was standing. This girl was something else, for yelling at Sam and for walking through the room in nothing but a tank top and panties. Hello kitty panties. Not that I was looking... but I totally was.

What was I? A teenage boy with over powering hormones? No. But this girl was more than just the plain attractive we have around here. She was different, and I liked different.

Except for the fact she was screaming.

That didn't last for long before Sam put the girl back into her place, and I knew how she felt. Sam was alpha, and sometimes his authority was a bit overbearing for anyone who wasn't in the pack. They might not experience it the way we do but they understand enough to not cross the man. Not that anyone would want to cross any of us. I could probably snap them in half given a few seconds or more.

I hadn't realized I had stepped toward them as I listened to Sam knock the girl down a few more pegs. She was so small, how could one girl cause so much uproar in a span of twenty-four hours. After a few more seconds of silence, the other three trying not to laugh behind their hands like little school girls. Amusement flickered in my mind as she stood there almost uselessly.

The next few minutes seemed to pass so quickly, she turned sharp on her heels turning right into my chest. When had I moved so close to her? The smell of vanilla flooded my nostrils, making me take a deeper breath than expected. Finally, she turned her head up to meet my eyes her eyes holding nothing but sheer anger and embarrassment.

My breath caught in my throat.

She wasn't just attractive, she was gorgeous. Insanely gorgeous. The way her tattooed collar bone stood out from the bland material of her tank top. Her luscious red lips twisted into a scowl even made her more beautiful in my mind.

And when she placed her hand on my chest, the feeling was indescribable. Those red lips began to form words that didn't reach my mind before I was pushed out of her way and she disappeared from sight.

I didn't notice my body start to quiver, or the way a growl ripped through my throat. She was leaving; she wasn't allowed to leave quite yet. I wasn't done looking at her.

"Did he just imprint?" The words registered quickly, sending my heart in a down spiral, and bile to rise in my throat. I gagged at the thought; I had just turned into a lovesick puppy.

"Paul, outside."

Authors Note: Hey hey hey! How's everyone this evening? I decided to update tonight because I'm doing awesome in my classes and figured 'hey, let's have some Paul time!' I hope I captured enough of Paul for you; it was interesting to try and see from his perspective. Normally, I'm not good with male characters. :/

Review. For the love of Asian boy bands.