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"And here we go again. With all the things we said. And not a minute spent to think that we'd regret. So we just take it back, these words and hold our breath. Forget the things we swore we meant..." Paramore "Here We Go Again"
Jaeyn's POV
I wished and prayed that the ride home would be silent, quick, and easy. Like ripping of a band-aid. No such luck. Paul helped me into the car, but acted as if I were a deadly contagious diease. He basically dropped me in my seat and almost slammed the car door on my hand. Then, we were off and riding down the road. Things were a bit awkward but nothing I couldn't handle. Suddenly my phone rang.
"You gonna answer that," He asked in a gruff voice.
I sighed,"Sure..." I picked up my phone and clicked Ignore once I saw the name. Mia. I really didn't want to talk to her with him around.
He glanced at me, before looking back at the road. He seemed to relax more and more. Maybe we could be civil and then friends. That all disappeared when he opened his mouth.
"So, why'd you freeze like a ghost was in the room? New York too painful to remember?" He smirked, no wonder he looked so relaxed.
"No...just...forgot.," I mumbled. Worst Excuse Ever.
Paul laughed,"Wow. You didn't even try."
My body all of a sudden went rigid and I stared straight ahead,"Shut up. Don't pretend like you know me or have the right to ask me anything. You're the only one that hasn't tried to at least be nice. Even Leah did, which I guess was surprising because the younger ones claim she's mean. I'd call her The Wicked Bitch of The West. Yet, she tried to be nice while you ran off for no goddamn reason."
Paul's grip on the steering wheel tightened. I know this because the leather protested in agony from his obvious strong grip. He said,"Maybe I don't want to know you. Maybe your just not someone I want to be friends with."
I ignored the slight pain coming from my chest. Why did his words hurt? He was one guy, even if he was friends with my other friends. It didn't matter, didn't make things better but not worse either...right? As I thought about this, words flew from my mouth. Ones I wish I could hold in.
"Why? What's so wrong with me? Am I just not nice enough or... I don't know! I apologize for all the rude and mean things I've said to you. Okay, Paul?" My voice was hoarse and sounded as if I was actually hurt. I was hurt. Very.
He looked at me, his face mixed with surprise, anger, and worry. He masked all those emotions quickly but I did catch them. We were soon in front of my house, soft rain starting to fall and tapped on the windshield. Paul finally spoke,"Everything. Everything is wrong with you, that is why."
I swear the pain increase 10x and I almost hunched over. I was saved by Jason, who greeted us and thanked Paul for bringing me home as he helped me into my chair. I just stared at my broken right leg, my scarred left leg, and the ground. Nothing but the ground.
What's wrong with me? I shouldn't feel this for a guy I just met. He's made it clear that he doesn't want to know me and probably never will. I wish I had never asked. Never even opened my mouth at all. Still, why was I feeling numb and hurt? Never did a pain like this radiate through my body. Not even after the accident.
I was soon laying in my bed. Alone. Looking at my window and watching the rain. Soft beautiful rain.
Paul's POV
I watched Jason push her in and the door closed. I drove away, not ready to see the guys again. They would know something happen and try annoying it out of me. No, thank you. I just drove home and relaxed in my living room. That didn't stop her words from swimming in my head along with the real answers I wanted to say.
Why? The imprint.
What's so wrong with me? Nothing that I know of. Your just a regular girl the wolf gods think is my soul mate. Truth is, I don't deserve one and that also means I don't want one.
I stared at my tv, that wasn't even on, and knew I had to do something. Or...someone. I quickly got up, almost jumping off my couch and into my room. After one quick shower along with a change of clothes, I was in my car and on my way to Seattle. A long drive, but it would totally be worth it.
I needed to forget about her. Get a girl, a room, and get rid of all this stress.
~ 5 Hours Later ~
I got home, no too satisfied with how my evening went. A pretty little brunette and her blonde friend had come over. The blonde reminded me too much of that leech Rosalie and her friend just wouldn't shut up. Finally, a nice little redhead with pouty lips wanted to have some real fun. After 2 hours we parted ways, both knowing it was a simple fling. Nothing more, but I couldn't enjoy it like I used to. Not much pleasure though the girl was good.
"Paul." Sam said, looking oddly calm on my couch.
"Hey Uley. Need something?" I asked, sitting in the chair across from him.
He wrinkled his nose, no doubt smelling the redhead on me. He sighed and said,"One of the guys was patrolling and ended up by Jaeyn's house. He overheard her telling her sister about chest pains."
I shrugged,"She didn't say anything about it to me. No pains and no injuries whatsoever."
He rolled his eyes and stood up,"I don't think the pain was from being physically hurt."
"So...?" If not physical, then emotional. What could have hurt her?
"You! You're the reason, idiot! What happened on the ride to her house? What did you talk about? Did you talk at all?" He asked, looking frustrated and furious. Imprinting problems did that to him.
"Nothing. Stupid shit. Yes." I said simply, not caring that I was lying.
Sam's eyes narrowed and he stalked over to me. I stood up, we were the same height at eye to eye level. I could see he knew I was lying and blamed me for her pain. Sure, I may have hurt her feelings. It is not my fault that our ancestral wolves decided she was my perfect mate. He should blame them and not me.
In a flat tone,"Its her own fault. She asked a question, I answered it. Plain and simple. If she didn't like my answer then too bad." My face gave away no emotion just as my voice.
Sam growled,"Fine! Next time she asks something similar, don't answer! Its bad enough the pain of being separated is taking effect, we don't need you killing her with your words." After that he stalked out the house, only his posture giving away how emotionally and physically drained he was.
I sulked all the way to my room and fell onto bed. I felt bad about what I did. Not because of her, but Sam. He was the one that had to clean up our messes and I wasn't making it any better. I wish I could take back all I said to her, just so Sam would have less on his shoulders. For now, I closed my eyes and listened to the pitter patter of rain. It was still raining? Huh.
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