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Chapter Seven
By Mcvities222
Paul POV:
Stupid Sam...sending me home. Who does he think he is? Freaking idiot thinks he's the big I am! Okay so maybe he's my alpha but that doesn't make him my boss...well okay, he is technically my boss but...oh hell! You know if this is anyone's fault it's Jakes...that's right it all his fault. If he wasn't so damn cute then I wouldn't have kissed him, then I wouldn't have run away and Sam wouldn't have sent me home.
Sighing heavily I rest my head against the window, watching the rain patter down against the glass pane. I can hear them arguing downstairs, hell when aren't they arguing! God this is why I like being on patrol at night! Neither of them gives a hoot where I am (main reason why night time patrols are mine) and I don't have to listen to them arguing, plus I can never sleep at night. I don't know what it is, the whole parents fighting till all hours probably doesn't help matters I guess.
"Oh for gods sake! What... you can't go one night without drinking!" My mum starts up – aah home sweet home right? My dad instantly responds with his typical drunken slur, which mum just can't ignore and therefore has to respond to. And thus starts the pattern of the night, dad drinks, mum yells at dad because of said drink, drunk dad yells back at mum and mum responds therefore beginning the entire argument all over again. They've been doing this routine every night for the last five years I honestly don't know why I thought it might have stopped by now – wishful thinking I guess.
Well now I have two options (well two options according to Sam anyway):
* Option number one – go tell Jake about the imprint...so not happening!
* Option number two – stay at home...honestly looking like the better option right now!
Of course there is also secret option number three, I find something else to do that doesn't involve me staying at home OR telling Jake the truth. Instantly something screams at me from inside, I can tell straight away that it's the imprint calling me. It's been doing it all night, just a little jump here or there but nothing serious. Nothing like this though. This feels like something is ripping at my heart, Jakes not hurt or anything, I'd have reacted by now if he was hurt. It's more like something's upsetting him – I can tell he's been confused all night (my fault I know) but upset is new. Upset is different...I don't like upset.
Before I'm even fully aware of what I'm doing I've pulled out my phone and have almost dialled his number when I notice the voicemail.
"Paul it's me...Jake I mean it's Jake um...we need to talk...can you...can you call?" Looking at the time I instantly note the message was sent over two hours ago – hence why Jake is so upset!
God I'm an idiot...Jake hasn't been driving himself crazy over the kiss...he's driving himself crazy because I never called him, great! He probably thinks I'm rejecting him!
I've dialled the number before I've even thought about it...come on Jake pick up!
Hello?
"Jake hi."
Oh I was hoping you'd call...Relieved...he's relieved – is that good or bad?
"Yeah I uh...I just got your voicemail...would have called sooner but you know..." I can almost hear the sigh of relief as he speaks next.
It's fine. Oh he's nervous...he sounds so cute when he's nervous!
"We need to talk about...things so..."
Yeah...are you okay to come over? I uh...would be better to talk face to face
"Sure...give me twenty minutes. Bye." Hanging up I can't help but feel a sense of foreboding settling in my stomach, what does he want to talk about?
Somewhere across the forest...
Come on Gil...give the order...give the order...give the damn order! God I'm going to enjoy this so much, everything's planned out. We get rid of those stupid wolves and we get exactly what we need to make sure we don't ever go under again. Just a little more...COME ON GIL!
Jakes POV:
These last twenty minutes have been the longest of my life! How twenty minutes can pass so damn slowly is beyond me! God I hope he doesn't take off again...really don't think I could handle that right now...wow this imprint thing is going to take some getting used to.
"Hey." Dad's voice breaks through my freaking out. "It's going to be fine." He seems so sure and in my head I know he's making sense – it's all logical and my head gets that. My heart on the other hand...my heart has all these freaky ideas's about how he's going to abandon me and walk away. Thankfully before I can start freaking out again a knock at the door grabs my attention.
I'm pretty sure that I can hear dad laughing at me as I all but run to the door, I'll have to make sure to have words about his laughing at me later. Right now my mind is fully focused on my boy...uh I mean my friend walking through the door.
"Hi...come on in." I quickly usher him through to my bedroom – if only to avoid the awkward looks that I'm pretty sure dad will be giving us. "So..."
"I'm sorry about before." He doesn't look at me as he speaks...why won't he look at me?
"Which part?" Taking a deep breath, steeling myself for what I'm about to say. "The part where we kissed or the part where you ran away?" He seems to hesitate for a moment before answering; when he finally does he still won't look at me.
"Well I'm definitely sorry about the running away...as for the kiss..." Even though he's not looking at me I can see the red tint now covering his neck. That's why he's not looking at me! "Do you want me to be sorry about it?"
The room goes silent for a moment. My brain kicks into gear, quickly giving me two options. Number one I can tell him to forget it and we go back to where we were before or number two I can pull myself together and confront him about the imprint. Taking a deep breath I finally make my decision.
"I know you imprinted on me." He immediately tenses and for a moment I think I've done the wrong thing, thankfully he breathes what I'm really hoping is a sigh of relief. His shoulders sag and he finally (thank god!) turns to me.
"How do you...when did you..." I can't help smiling at his nervousness, god it's adorable!
"My dad helped me figure it out this afternoon...after we kissed. Why didn't you tell me?" He gives me another adorable look before sitting down on my bed, indicating for me to sit with him. In the back of my mind I can't help but notice that we're in the same position that we were earlier when we kissed.
"It was after you got hurt, you looked so fragile and small...it was horrible. You needed to recover, so I figured I'd just wait until you were better...then that day on the beach...I realised that you were still hung up on Bella so I...I wanted to keep quiet because I figured you had enough going on in your life without having to think about the imprint." He was protecting me...god why is he so amazing? "It was so hard to fight every impulse I had to just grab you and tell you everything. Then you told Bella off and you were talking about how different you felt around me and...I...I just couldn't resist...I had to kiss you."
"So you didn't want to put anything else on my mind?" He shakes his head and I can't help but smile warmly at him. "Well okay then." His head shoots round and his confused gaze locks with my own. "What?"
"You...you're okay with this?" Apparently my own confused gaze speaks for itself. "I don't know what I expected you to say but it wasn't that."
"What were you expecting? Rejection? For me to tell you it was sick or wrong?" He doesn't need to say anything for me to know that was probably exactly what he was thinking. "Paul...this isn't like anything else. This is...it's...destiny and...I...don't think, no I know I wouldn't feel okay about walking away from it."
"What about Bella?" His eyes are searching, looking for something, some sort of indication or enlightenment.
"When I'm with you it's...it's like Bella doesn't exist, no one else exists when I'm around you. I don't even think about her...all I can think about is you. Honestly I don't think you have to worry about her anymore." The smile he gives me at that moment could light up a thousand cities. I barely get in a breath before he kisses me again. This time it's filled with so much passion it literally knocks the breath right out of me. His hands grip my hips as he pulls me closer, whilst my own snake around his neck. He deepens the kiss and I gladly let him do so. I know I should stop it before we go too far, after all we have just gotten together. Apparently my dad has radar or something.
"Jake! Paul!" There's something in his voice...some sort of urgency that breaks through our passion. Confusion is etched on both our faces as we join dad on the deck. Our confusion quickly turns into realisation as we both stare into two dark eyes. Before I can say anything Paul has already phased and raced head first towards the oncoming attacker.
Leah POV:
I seriously think you could cut the tension between us with a knife right about now. Man why did I have to go off on one like that? Ever since I first phased I've done so well to hide my feelings for Sam but now I've just launched it out into the open, welcoming anyone who wants to into my feelings. Well at least I yelled at Jared and not Paul...god I probably wouldn't have been standing if I'd gone off like that on anyone else. I know I need to apologise but hey, I'm a stubborn girl!
Leah...I'm sorry...Okay shouldn't I be the one apologising right now? I said some stuff to you that I really shouldn't have and for that I'm sorry. It's not my place to discuss what happened between you and Sam.
Jared stop. He turns his attention to me – we probably shouldn't be doing this while we're on patrol but it needs to be said and if I wait any longer I'll probably chicken out. I was out of order, I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you, for that I'm sorry. I'm just so pissed at Bella and...the whole thing just brings up memories I'm not ready to deal with. I don't really know why I'm telling him this but I have to admit it feels good.
You know...seeing Jake go through all of this...you're still going through it as well. Honestly if wolves could blush there'd be one very red one walking through the forest right now. I'm serious, I think people tend to forget that you're in the same position.
Thanks...Don't really know what else to say to that. For the first time in a while I actually feel comfortable around someone else. Ever since Sam I've always had this thing about being around people, dad used to say it was a trust thing. He said that Sam shattered my trust in the worst way, and made it almost impossible for anyone to gain my trust back. Except for Jake...for some reason I've always had a soft spot for him. I think it's because we've been through the same things. I lost dad, he lost his mum, Bella left for Edward, Sam left for Emily...
What was that? In an instant my mind switches back to business. Jared seems to hesitate for a moment before picking up on what I'm sensing.
What the hell is that? We're both in fighting stances without even thinking about it, ready for whatever or whoever is on it's way.
Oooh...so what's going on? Are our mystery attackers ready to be revealed? Well maybe a few reviews might just get my creative juices flowing a bit faster.
