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CH.7:

PVO

I stomped out of the forest and down to the beach. I had been running patrols for the last week. I was tired and I wanted to see Lily. But there was a leech somewhere in the area and since the Cullen's where gone we knew it wasn't one of their 'friends', so Sam had us running doubles. Everyone was was congregated in the normal spot at the beach, I could smell the food cooking it made me quicken my pace just a little. I was starving. I grabbed a plate and started piling it full of food. Everyone seemed to be in a somber mood. Normally everyone was joking with each other. Even in times like this.

"Hey Paul." Emily said smiling slightly at me.

I smiled back at her and continued filling my plate then I went over, sat down on the sand and started eating. For a few minutes everyone was just concentrating on eating. I noticed Jacob and Embry sharing a look and then sneaked a peek at me then quickly look away when they noticed I saw them.

"Whats up guys?" I questioned annoyed that they were talking about me.

"Lily was here." Embry started not looking me in the eye.

I perked up alittle. It had been over a week since I had seen or spoke to her.

"Did you tell her I'd be here? What did she say?" I asked hurriedly.

At first nether would look at me. Finally Jacob spoke up. "Well she didn't want to stick around. She said she didn't want to see you. What happened between you two?"

"Why didn't she want to see me?" I choked out. My plate of food forgotten.

"She didn't say."

I started shaking, why didn't she want to see me.

"Sorry man."

With that I was up and had my hand around Jacobs throat glowering at him. He just kept his hands in the air in surrender. I could see him fighting with himself to keep calm.

"PAUL! Let him go now!" Sam bellowed.

He stormed up and pushed me away from Jacob. "What is wrong with you?" he screamed in my face.

I turned around and took off running into the forest. I was pissed off and ashamed at my antics. Why couldn't I control my temper better it always got the better of me and I always ended up making a fool of myself. I stripped down and phased and took off in the direction of Lily's house. I had to see her. I just hoped no one else phased I wanted to be alone with my thoughts for the moment. Reaching the tree line of her back yard I looked up to where I knew her bedroom window was. I could see the glow from the laptop screen and Lily sitting behind it. I felt a little twinge in my stomach. I seen her get up and leave, then come back into her room. I noticed to late her look out the window and I didn't have time to get back into the security of the trees. She saw me, she looked right at me. I kept my distance and just watched the house. Eventually the guys started to phase so I wasn't alone anymore.

"Take the night off Paul." Sam said "Go home get some sleep."

I wasn't going to argue. I took off for my house. But I wouldn't be able to sleep.

LPO

I thought last week was horrible. But no this week had taken the cake. Paul had tried to call me several times and even stopped by once. I hid up in my room and told my dad to tell him I wasn't home. You don't know how bad I wanted to run to him to tell him I was sorry for ignoring him. But I didn't. It was friday afternoon lunch time. I was poking a tomato on my salad around the bowl only half paying attention to the conversation going on around me.

"So Lily you want to go to a movie in Port Angeles with us tonight?" Becca asked.

I looked up trying to act like the question didn't startle me. "Sure sounds good." I said trying to act like I was truly into the idea.

"Great pick you up around 4:30." She smiled. I returned her smile and went back to what I was doing before.

As I walked out to my car after school I saw the one person I didn't want to see leaning against my car. After a second of hesitation I put on my annoyed face and walked up to him.

"What are you doing here paul?" I asked as I unlocked the truck door.

"I came to see you. You won't answer my calls."

"I do have a life you know." I threw my back pack into the passenger side set, the zipper was undone so everything inside my backpack was now outside of it rolling around in different directions. Great now I have to hunt down everything. I turned around and looked at him. I could see pain in his eyes but he masked it quickly.

"Well so do I!" he snapped.

"What's that suppose to mean."

"The other week, when you just kept calling and calling."

I just looked at him. "Well? Where were you?" I asked crossing my arms acrossed my chest.

"I was......helping some friends." I could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Right I'm suppose to believe that. When you can't even say that with out sounding suspicious."

He glared at me. "Why would I lie to you?"

"I don't know." I turned my back to him.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around. He looked angry. "Why won't you believe me? I really was helping friends. Then you go and be all immature and ignore me because I wasn't around at your beck and call for a week." he growled.

I looked at him opened mouth in shock. "Excuse me?" I shrieked.

We stood there and glared at each other. I noticed that everyone was trying not to look our way. Why won't they all just leave.

"I think you should leave Paul."

"Gladly" he sneered and jumped in his truck and took off.

I stood there watching him drive away. I felt a heavy weight in my chest and felt my eyes start stinging. Becca came up to me.

"You ok?"

"I'm fine." I said turning back to my truck. "I don't think I'm going to go to the movie tonight sorry." I said slightly looking over my shoulder at her. I didn't want her to see me crying.

"Ok." She stood there a moment looking at me then turned and started walking away then she stopped and turned back around. "Call me if you need me ok?"

"Yeah I will thanks." I said trying to smile at her but it only came out as a grimace.

Once I was home I went up to my room and flopped down on my bed. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I sobbed into my pillow. I heard a soft knock on my door.

"You ok sweetie." my dad asked through the door.

"I'm ok dad, just tired." I tried to sound normal. I don't think it worked..

"Dinners ready."

"I'm not hungry."

"Well if you get hungry it's in the fridge."

"Thanks dad."

I heard him walk back down the stairs. And I just curled into a ball hoping the pain in my chest would go away.

TBC