A musky and nature fresh scent met my nose as I came back to consciousness. Along with that came a very sharp pain to my head as I opened my eyes, and the strong urge to puke, but I suppressed it.

After gathering my thoughts and the throbbing had lessened some, the smell came back. My eyes flew back open as I realized that it was definitely a male smell. But upon opening there was no male, but I was not in my room, or at my house.

Where the hell am I? I was beginning to panic and my stomach clenched tightly. The room was a male's, and surprisingly clean. There were no pictures and all the furniture was made of nice wood. The night table only held a lamp. Even the bed spread was very bland in a combination of dark blue, green, and black.

Quietly I slipped from the bed and saw my shoes were no where in the room. The last thing I remembered was asking Paul about my sister and then him leaving.

Taking one last look around the room I eased the door opened and walked out on my tip toes to create the least amount of noise as possible. It was also partially because the wood flooring was freezing.

Making it to the base of the stairs I saw that where the party had taken place was nearly clean now. I was almost positive that the whole house would have been completely trashed. Still there was not a person in sight.

With a turn I entered the kitchen where there was absolutely nothing. Not one person and nothing misplaced.

Finally a sound came from a room around the back so I quickly walked out of the kitchen in search of it. In the last room of the house I found him. He was seated on a small couch with his legs over an arm, his head leant back, and eyes closed. He almost looked peaceful.

Gathering the courage I stepped closer to the man. I was still confused as to the going ons of last night. "Paul?" I announced so quietly I thought he wouldn't be able to hear me.

However his eyes slowly opened and swept over me before landing on my face with an unreadable expression. "Yes?"

I glanced around the room to prolong the moment. I hadn't thought of what I was going to say. I didn't get that far in my thought process. "Uh." I paused and took another look around the room before my gaze once again landed on him, where he was still watching me. "What time is it?" I asked the first question that came to mind, and instantly felt stupid for asking it.

A slight smirk and a look of amusement crossed his face as he pointed at the clock on the wall that was directly behind him, and right in front of me. It read 1:07 p.m. "Oh." He continued to look at me.

"Anything else?" He asked with the smirk still in place.

I walked over to the couch and saw my shoes next to it. Seeing me coming he moved his legs and sat upright. In the spot his legs were covering there was a large faded maroon colored mark. "What happened?" I asked gesturing to the stain before sitting there.

His gaze slipped over me before a strange look came to his face and he looked away. With a tight jaw he said, "Nothing."

Ignoring it I took one more look around the room to try and gather my thoughts before looking back to the man next to me. "What happened last night?" I asked. That was the main question rolling around in my head.

He looked back over to me and looked around my face as if he were searching for something. Then he shrugged his shoulders and looked away. "Nothing. I went to go get a beer, came back and you were passed out on the couch."

I nodded. "I didn't wake up on the couch though." I said staring at the side of his face.

His eyes slid over and caught mine before looking away again and his jaw clenched. "I couldn't very well leave you on a couch in the middle of a party, could I?" His voice was tight, and he sounded slightly hurt. But what did I know about this man? Nothing.

He didn't want to talk about this, I didn't know why, but I wasn't going to push him. Pulling my legs up I wrapped my arms around my knees. His jaw clenched again as he glanced at me. "Thank you." I whispered into my knees.

Paul's eyes lightly swept over me with a blank expression. "No problem."

We sat in silence for quite a while, the only sounds being our breathing and the steady rhythm of tapping I was doing on my knee.

Finally thinking of something to break the silence I looked up at Paul. I'd just remembered how'd I'd gotten there in the first place. "Where the hell is Chris?"

She didn't even remember anything from last night. For some reason I didn't like the thought of her not remembering something.

What the hell was Chris even thinking? Of course, he just wanted her to have fun, and he didn't know about me. Jake on the other hand had no excuse for being how he was with her. Even if I don't particularly try to get with Haley, doesn't mean he can.

Just thinking about him had my hands digging in the arm of the couch and my jaw clenching tightly.

After a bit more of silence I felt Haley shift slightly and raise her head to look up at me. "Where the hell is Chris?" She asked with a frown on her pretty face.

My own eyes narrowed and I looked at her searching her face. It'd also made me angry to know that he'd just leave her there. He was supposed to be her friend. The last time I'd even saw him, he was dancing with some girl. I looked at her again and she was still waiting for an answer. "I don't know."

Her eyes rolled and she leaned back and laid her head against the couch letting out a deep sigh. She wasn't happy. "This is why I never drink." I couldn't help but hope this would keep her from drinking in the future.

There was nothing I could say to that, so I looked away and tried to make it seem like I wasn't just watching her.

She didn't say anything else, but went back to watching her knees and tapping her leg. It'd gone on for nearly five minutes before she stopped and turned to face me. When I looked over at her there was a light blush, and I wondered what had brought it on. Then there were the low rumblings of her stomach. She was hungry.

I let a smirk come to my face as her blush darkened slightly. "Um." She started, and then stopped to take up looking at her knees again. I continued to watch her as she let out a breath and then gripped her pant legs tightly. "Do you have anything I can eat?" She finally asked giving me a wary glance.

I wanted to feed her, I did. But I had practically no food here. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was twenty minutes to 2:00 p.m. We could go to Sam and Emily's for lunch.

Her eyes we still trained on me, waiting for an answer. She looked about to say something so I quickly answered.

"We can go to Sam's. Emily will be finishing lunch soon." I told her and she looked a little skeptical at the suggestion. "I don't have any food here." I added and her hopes slowly left her eyes.

She wanted to protest, I could see it. But her stomach would not allow it as it growled once more. "Okay."

With a smirk I stood up as she did. "Alright, let's go then."

She slipped on her shoes and followed me out of the room. "Paul?" She questioned as we reached the hallway. I stopped and looked to see her standing mid way and looking at her feet. Her eyes raised and caught mine. "I smell, and need clothes."

I hadn't really been paying much attention earlier, but she did smell, and so did her clothes. Thinking, I decided she should take a quick shower first. "You can shower."

Haley's eyes showed she wasn't too sure that she should. But then she caught a whiff of herself and nodded. "Yeah. Where's the shower?"

Pointing to the staircase, with her eyes following I said, "Up the stairs, second door on the right." She gave me a small smile before turning to go up the stairs. "I'll bring you some clean clothes." I called as she ascended the stairs, she didn't reply, but her pace quickened.

A small chuckle escaped from my chest and I waited for the door to close before I went up the stairs as well.

Entering my room, I walked over to my dresser and dug through the drawers. Everything I had would swallow her whole, but maybe that'd be a good thing, since Jacob would be there.

My grip on the drawer tightened and I took a deep breath to calm myself. Finally I pulled out an old pair of worn sweats and the smallest T-Shirt I had. Then I opened up the top drawer and had a mental debate on whether or not to grab her, a pair of boxers. Without much more thought I grabbed some and shut the drawer going back over and sitting on my bed.

I hadn't got much sleep, I'd only fallen asleep a few hours before Haley came down and woke me up, but I wasn't going to complain. Taking a deep breath I leant back and stretched out over my bed. I'd just closed my eyes when a different scent caught my nose.

It was a sweeter scent, like strawberries. It was Haley's scent, and it was on my bed.

Quickly I jumped up and off the bed, leaving my room, and those thoughts behind. It wouldn't do to be thinking like that. Especially right now.

As I walked to the bathroom door I heard the shower shut off and the curtain being drawn. Haley was on the other side of that door. Clearing my throat I knocked. "The clothes are out here." With that I put them down on the ground and started down the hall, getting as much distance from me and my very much naked imprint.

God, please give me the strength.

Author's Note: Well, here my dear's is another chapter. Please Review. Love the feedback, as do all other writers. Much love, Native23 :)