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Payton's POV

So here I am in front of Paul's house. I'm here to get me some answers. Things to find out: where Paul is and why he didn't go to school today. Is he sick or something? And secondly is why Quil is acting like suck a douche bag. Did I do something to piss him off or was he just having an off day? Sure I've had my share of days but I always either called and said I was sorry for acting like an ass or I had the guts to tell them I was having a bad day. But did Quil even tell me anything? No. Hence the douchebaggeryness. Do I feel comfortable coming here for answers? Not at all. But I do want to see Paul, even if it's only a while. I mean what's with guys here? One minute they don't leave you alone and the next they don't even call in sick or leave a note or tell you why their all of a sudden sick of being in your presence. Okay I'm going to stop because I'm just babbling again, which I don't want to do. Stopping now.

Okay I'm walking up the driveway. If your wondering how I know where he lives it's only because he told me like a gazillion times, probably hoping I'll visit, and I'm so not some kind of stalker…so there. Back to what's happening…I'm now getting ready to knock on the door, yes my hands are shaking a little. So I make a fist to stop showing everyone I'm scared shitless right now. I knock but no one answers so I ring the doorbell. Helloooo. Anyone home? I guess not. I turn around and get ready to walk back home when I hear a guy's voice—not Paul's—say 'I'm coming'. Don't sound too excited, you might break something. I walk back to the door and a huge guy—I think his name is Collin—that has the same colored skin as Paul answers.

"Can I help you?" Jeez, am I irritating everyone today?

"Yeah, I'm looking for Paul." The guy looks me up and down. What is this a model inspection? I mean come on, let me the hell in!

"He's in the shower." He's closing the door on me, but I'm not giving up that fast. I stick my foot out. Good thing I don't wear sandals or anything 'cause if I did this dude would have hurt my foot. "I think I'll wait for him." I don't let him answer I just push my way past him and walk into Paul's house. It's cute. You can tell it's a guy's house 'cause there is just this aura about it that screams 'boys live here'. I walk into what looks to be the living room and see two other guys. I recognize both of them, Seth and Jacob. I decide to get comfortable on the black leather couch so I plop myself down. "Hey Seth…hey Jacob. What you guys up to?"

Jacob nods and Seth turns around to face me. "Hey Payton. Want to play?" Boys and their damned videogames. "Naw it's okay, I'm not really good at those things. But I'll watch." He nods and turns back around. They're playing some racing game and Jacob is for sure winning. Collin walks in and sits in the love seat on the side. He stares at me and I'm thinking what the hell is this guy's problem. So I ask him but only after about five minutes. "Look Collin, that is your name right?" I don't wait for him to answer but Seth and Jacob pause the game and turn to see what's going on. "I don't know what your problem is but you've been glaring at me for five minutes strait and it's starting to bug the sit out of me."

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'? Stop fucking staring at me and close your eyes or turn around or something!"

"Why should I?" Now he has this smug look on his face and I want nothing more to do but to slap it right off of him. "If you don't then I'm going to kick your ass, literally." He stands up and starts to shake like Paul did and I'm thinking what the hell? But I stand up too and glare right back at him. Jacob is trying o push Collin outside with the help of Seth while Collin is going off on me calling me every name in the book but then again I'm giving it right back to him. Who does he think he is? Is it just me or do people in La Push have a short fuse or something? They get him outside in the back but I'm tired of this shit so I decide to leave.

I don't walk out…no I storm out and break into a run and head to the forest to burn off some steam. Freakin men! Great now I'm shaking with anger too. Seriously shaking? What the hell is wrong with me? I take a few breaths to calm down and it seems to help but why the hell was I shaking? I shake my head and decide to walk back home. Well that was a complete waste of my time. Nothing accomplished, well of course I found out that there was nothing wrong with Paul. Why didn't he come to school today? Collin—that ass—didn't say he was sick or anything so what could be wrong?

You're over thinking it Payton. He could have just woken up late and decided I Midas well miss school. But after a week of bugging the hell out of me you'd think the guy would call. Seth was his same old cheery self and Jacob was his same quite self so what the heck was wrong with Collin and Quil? And more importantly was Paul going to act that way too? If he did he was going to get an ass whipping from me. Okay to tell you the truth I was starting to miss that attached-to-the-hip Paul. Sure I was getting tired of it but when he wasn't there today I was a little…disappointed.

Paul's POV

I just got back from patrolling the woods. I spent all night out there. I need to take a shower really bad. I didn't smell but I was caked with dirt and leaves, plus I needed to cool down. With both Quil and Collin I was bound to shred some more of my clothes. Quil was always grumpy when Claire wasn't around now, yes he imprinted and Claire is all he thinks about. But I can't blame him; at least his imprint wants to be with him 24/7. Collin's just mad because he imprinted on some chick named Andrea and she's going on a vacation so were all walking on egg shells around him.

I got done with my shower, got dressed and went downstairs. Collin was in the corner with his head in his hands, wearing a pair of my sweats and Seth and Jacob were on the couch looking a little scared. What the hell? "What's got Collin's panties in a bunch?" I walked over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of OJ. I was in the middle of drinking it when Jacob finally answered. "Payton." I dropped the juice in the sink and walked into the living room. "What did you say?!"

"Well while you were in the shower Payton came by to see you and Collin sort of was staring at her the entire time" I was going to jump his ass! "Wait! Let me finish. So she asked him what his problem was and they both started arguing and then Collin started to lose his temper but we got him out in enough time." Now I was shaking with anger. "You could have hurt her you jackass!"

Collin finally looked up and I could tell that he was just as scared as I was. "I didn't mean it Paul, with Andrea gone I just…I just…I don't know but I didn't mean to she started to yell at me and I started to yell back and she just got me mad. I don't touch her, promise. I would never want to hurt her, you know that man!"

My shaking subsided. "I know, I know. You just luck I wasn't down here or else I would have kicked your ass."

"I don't think you would have had to do anything because she was looking like she was going to kick his ass herself. She was scaring me man."

"She could have gotten hurt Seth and you know it." He nodded. "Where the hell is she at anyways?"

"She took off before we came back in."

"And you guys decided to wait to tell me?" Dumbasses, I left the house and went to find Payton. I could smell her. What the hell was she doing in the woods?!

Payton's POV

Why oh why did God make men? Well maybe to be girls' playthings, yeah probably. I take a deep calming breath and let it out. Man I'm getting tired of this. I thought moving to La Push would be relaxing somehow. I mean when I thought I was moving here it's not all that big so I thought that I would go to school, come home, sit by the fire, and read a good book or something. Wait, that doesn't sound like something I would do. Except for if it was raining. But a girl needs a little quiet time every once in a blue moon, you know?

Yeah well I didn't get that when I got here, noooo. What did I get instead? I got boss ass teacher, slutty cheerleaders, and short-tempered men. Well there is one thing I don't regret, Paul. Though right now I could tell you he was on my shit list. Was this going to get any easier?

When my parents died things just kind of went down hill from there. I got rebellious. I didn't want to go to school, I hung around with the wrong crowd, and I guess for my uncle it was too much for him to handle. When my parents passed I moved in with my uncle, who's name I still don't remember to this day. He was the closest relative I had in the city next to mine. Did I like him? Hell no. He was rich. No wait; he was beyond rich, which I guess gave him his snobby ass attitude. He couldn't handle me so he went and filed some papers to have Vicky take care of me.

Good riddance, I say. Dumbass tried, and failed, to send me to anger management. What did I end up doing you ask? Well I scared the shit out of the so-called doctor, which got me into even more trouble, but they ended up sending me to another one. But Mr. Crawford wasn't all that bad; I mean we had a few laughs. I would talk shit about him and he would just laugh. After that I went with Vick, willingly, and now I'm here. I didn't cry at their funeral because I don't like to cry in front of people. Why? Well 'cause I feel vulnerable. But I did cry in my room and the bathroom or shower. But never in front of anyone. I used to let the waterworks go ballistic! When I was mad or stubbed my toe. But ever since mom and dad I felt like I had to grow up, which meant I had to suck it up and grow a pair, but not literally. Gross.

But whatever, that is what happened. Now I don't get really close to people and I dress like a boy. Sure Vick minds, I can tell every time she sees what I'm wearing. But between me and you I think she's too scared to tell me so, probably thinks I'm break down or something. Silly Vicky, she ought to know it'll take more than that to break me.

Great so now I'm bored as hell, walking to I don't know where. I was heading home but now I just want to run. So I do. I don't want to get real winded so I start off at a slow speed but I can't keep it that long. I want to feel the wind in my hair so I pull off my hood and let my hair fly in the wind while I run. The few people passing me by probably think I'm some crazy person that broke out of the mental hospital but hell, let them think what they want, as long as they don't bug me or call the police.

Oh shit! I go sailing to the floor, thankfully I have fast reflexes and catch myself before I hit the pavement face first, which would probably hurt like a mother. I turn around and see Lindsey's boyfriend, Will and a couple of his friends. I'm sure they were snickering and laughing like the little girls they are when I was about to fall on my face but as soon as I caught myself they tried to hide their smiles and coughed to disguise their laughs. It didn't work. I walked right up to Will, the asshole, and yelled. "Just what the hell do you think your doing?"

He was still smiling; I guess he didn't get the memo like his friends. "Who the hell do you think you are, huh? Think your tough?"

"I sure as hell tough enough to kick your ass!" He swung at me. He couldn't punch for shit. For goodness sake, he still had his thumb in his fist. I was feeling a little generous—since I didn't fall on my face and 'cause his friends were smart enough to stop laughing when they saw that I was fine—so I dodged it, mind you if I hadn't his thumb would have been broken and all he would have to show for his hard work was a bruise that would yellow in less than a few days. Then I did what any girl in my place, well a girl with some brains…obviously not Lindsey, would do…I kick him in his danger zone. He cupped himself and fell forward. None of his friends even offered some support to help they just stood there.

But of course with my luck there had to be a freaking policeman near by who saw what I did. I tried to explain calmly what had happened but noooo, did he listen nope. He told me to be quiet and he would listen to my side of the story once we got downtown. Well I wasn't a graceful ballerina about it, yeah, I yelled at him and I poked him. I guess he didn't like getting poked 'cause he yelled right back at me and put both me and Will in his vehicle, all while telling me my rights then saying that I assaulted an officer. I poked him for crying out loud; he makes it sound like I shot a gun at him.

I shut up when we were halfway there and the only sound in the car was Will's moans. I guess I kicked him harder than I thought. He deserved it. We finally got there and he escorted both Will and I to the police station entrance and sat us in blue plastic chairs. He went to what was I guess his deck and started some paperwork. I crossed my arms and tried not to die of total boredom. So I looked around the place a bit. There weren't any crazy people with colored Mohawks and neon colored clothes but there was this guy who looked deranged. His hair was spiked, though it was way too long and was falling down on the ends. His clothes were crap and even from where I was sitting I could smell him.

I moved on to other subjects. The policewoman caught me looking at her and glared at me. What did I do? Maybe she thought I was a Lesbian and thought I wanted to do her. No spank you Miss officer lady… I don't swing that way. I quickly looked away from her piercing eyes. There was a girl that looked like a deer in headlights and was crying her eyes out beside her was a guy that looked like he was tired of hearing her. Hmm, probably was in the car with, I'm assuming the guys her boyfriend, and got caught with beer in the car or something. They'll end up going home with a warning. The guy won't call her again unless he wants a booty call and her parents are going to tell her how much she disappointed them and ground her or some shit like that.

Right now I would give anything to have my parents yelling at me.

The policeman who escorted us here walks back to us. I look at his nametag and notice it says chief Swan. A little feminine for a guy don't you think? But I don't tell him that 'cause I'm already in enough trouble. "You" he points at Will "stay here. Your parents are coming for you. You" he addresses me "come with me." He grabs hold of my arm and walks me to a part where the cells are.

"Bullshit! Why does he get to go home?" I pull my arm away.

He grabs it again, surprised by my strength. "His parents answered the phone your didn't."

"Yeah well I take it they can't, on account of they're uh dead." A look of regret crossed his face and then understanding. He sighed and looked back at me. "Look kid, I'll try you phone again but it's getting late and I can't let you go. Until then you're gonna have to wait in this cell."

It wasn't all that bad, I've actually been in one before so I was used to it. Other than the Guy a little ways down telling me all the way he was going to pop my cherry, it was okay. Well there was the problem with having to pee ad in doing so I had to do it in the toilet with no closed spaces. So I held it.

It was getting late and I really had to go. Swan came back; yes I took off the chief part, and let me out. He said I could wait outside of the cell. He let me go to the bathroom with the closed spaces. Hallelujah! After I waited in, wait, not one of those plastic blue chairs but the desk chair that turns and swivels! Okay I'm acting like a little kid but so what. I sat in the turns and swivels chair and did what else but turn and swivel? I was getting bored. "Look Swan, my ass is getting numb and I can guarantee you that my aunt isn't going to call, tonight's her Avon meeting, which can last for hours on end."

He considered this. "Okay, as long as you promise not to poke me when I'm in uniform I'll give you a ride home."

I looked at him and put of a grimace. "Well I got to say…I do like poking you. You play a hard bargain but I'm willing to compromise." He smiled and gave me the ride home. He even let me mess with the radio. I asked if I could talk in his police radio thingamajig but he said no. "Thanks for the ride Swan."

"No problem Tanner." Ugh. I hated when people called me by my last name but it was fair game 'cause I called him by his. "Try not to get into anymore trouble and take it easy on the boys out there, they might want to have children." I laughed and said goodbye. I opened the door and went to the fridge and opened it to see cold pizza. Yes! Vick loves me! I grabbed a slice and went to check the messages. I made sure to erase Swans. I looked at my cell and realized that I had a full voicemail box. And they were all from Paul! Part of my screamed YAY! And the other part wondered why? I went to the couch, clicked on the TV, and decided to give my best buddy Paul a call.

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