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Chapter 10: Always Expect The Unexpected

I was awake yet I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes. I wasn't weak, I was just very tired and… hot, very hot. My cheek felt as though it was roasting and the whole front of my body was boiling. My right leg was between two scorching hot… legs?

I was confused. I had no idea where I was so pushing my tiredness aside, I opened my eyes up slowly to see a man's chest within my eyelevel. At first my eyes grew wide and I felt my heart start to accelerate, who was I lying on? Then it all came back to me.

I was laying on Paul Scott.

Last night was exciting but bad, very bad. Paul and I defended each other to Sam last night causing my cousin Sam to become extremely angry. He didn't want me around Paul for some reason. Yes he was angry but it's not like he was going to hurt me. Anyway Sam stormed off then and Paul carried me back to his place. His parents were down in Seattle staying with an aunt of his so there would be no questions asked this morning thankfully but Sam and Emily had no idea where I was. I'm in deep trouble, no doubt.

Although I should have felt bad about not telling Sam and Emily where I was, I couldn't help but smile against Paul's chest at the thought of being so close to him. Last time he lay next to me, I woke up to find he was gone but this morning he was still there.

Then I remembered school and jolted upright on the bed, looking around the room, searching frantically for a clock. Paul muttered something in his sleep, shifting beneath me until I felt both his hands grasp my waist causing me to look at his worried face.

"What's wrong Fay? What happened? Are you alright?," he asked, sitting up. Speaking so fast that I found it hard to concentrate on what he was saying.

"Yeah," I smiled, reassuring him everything was fine, "It's just we've got school and I have no idea what time it is,".

He rolled his eyes, throwing his head back onto the pillow, "Geez Fay, can't you just skip school for one day?," he asked, irritated.

"Well um, I don't want to miss anything Paul, it's our last year," I replied. Blushing slightly at the realization that Paul and I were in bed. Together.

"It's just one day Fay!," he moaned, shutting his eyes.

I was just about to protest when I realized something. My school bag and clothes were at Sam and Emily's and I had absolutely no clue what time it was since there was no clock in the room. And how was I supposed to get home in a vest and sweats in this freezing cold weather?

I started to get up off Paul but he tightened his grip on my waist, his eyes snapping open, "Where are you going?," he asked, frowning.

I chuckled, "The bathroom, where else? It's not like I can go to school dressed like this. Besides my bag is at home,".

He nodded, letting go off my waist and turning onto his side as I crawled off of him and out of the bed. I didn't bother asking him where the bathroom was because I had a good guess where it was since Paul showered last night but I needed to brush my teeth so I asked him a quick question once I reached the bedroom door.

"Hey Paul," I said softly. He looked so peaceful, I hated to wake him up.

"Hmm," he sounded.

"Have you got an extra toothbrush?,".

"In the cupboard, over the sink, top shelf," he said groggily before drifting off again.

I stood there a moment just watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful and so young, it made me love him all that much more. He always looked so angry and pissed off, I wonder if he always looked like that or is it just recent?

I looked at him one last time before heading out and into the bathroom. The bathroom was just a normal bathroom with blue and white tiles and a white bath tub, toilet and sink. I closed the door quietly behind me and headed over to the sink, opening up the cupboard and finding the new red toothbrush.

I quickly grabbed toothpaste from the bottom shelf and started brushing my teeth. As I watched myself in the cupboard mirror I noticed my hair looked damp. I had a good guess it was from Paul's body heat, he was on fire! Not that I had a problem with it but doesn't he find it uncomfortable? It seems all the guys run at the same body temperature except for Chris and his group of friends. Hope he's not sick.

As I started rinsing out my mouth I heard a soft knock on the door and I told him to come in. I looked up at him from the reflection in the mirror and butterflies invaded my stomach.

He was so beautiful, in every way. The way he just stood there, leaning against the door frame in nothing else but a pair of black sweats that hung low on his hips. His body was incredible, so strong and muscular yet it looked natural. The color of his skin was amazing and his hair was nicely cropped. But his face, his face was the best part. It was so handsome and incomparable to everyone else, no wonder the girls at school had it hard for him. He really was something else.

"Yes Paul?," I asked. Wondering what he was doing here.

"You're mad at me aren't you?," he asked back. Where did that come from?

I turned off the tap and turned around to face him, "No why?,".

"I made you miss school," he replied. His expression unreadable.

I sighed, "Forget about it. Like you said, it's only one day,".

"I'm sorry," he said. lifting himself up off the door frame and walking over to me.

"Don't be, it's fine," I told him. Craning my neck up to look at him as he stood in front of me now.

"No," he started, cupping my cheek in his hand, "It's not. I shouldn't have made you miss school,".

I leaned into his hand, "I don't care, as long as I'm with you,".

He bent down then. His face so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my face, "You're not mad at me?," he whispered.

"No," I whispered back. His closeness making me dizzy.

He closed the gap between us then, his lips gently caressing mine. It was a nice soft kiss, lingering and so unlike Paul. But I wanted more, it was like I physically needed to get as close as I could to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and parted my lips, deepening the kiss. His right hand left my face and trailed down my side until it came into contact with my thigh. His other hand did the same until he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me up against the sink. He wrapped his arms around my waist then, crushing me against him as our mouths devoured one another. He moaned into my mouth once our tongues made contact, causing my heart to accelerate.

We stayed like that. Just kissing each other senseless, trying to get closer to each other. My hands roaming up and down his muscular back as his hands pressed into my back, pulling me impossibly closer to him. By the time we were both breathless, we broke apart, gasping for air. Paul never stopped kissing me though. He started placing open mouthed kisses along my jaw line down my neck as his breath came out in gasps.

Once he was done attacking my neck with kisses he held my face in his hands and stared into my eyes like he was searching for something. I didn't know what he was looking for though, all I knew was that I suddenly felt very sleepy. He must have noticed then because he let go of my face and placed his hands on my waist again as he carried me out of the bathroom, into the bedroom. He lay me back down on the bed and crawled in next to me, pulling the duvet over us and wrapping his arms around me as I lay against his chest just like this morning. He kissed me one last time on the head before I drifted off.

When I awoke to the bright sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window in the corner of the room, Paul was no longer next to me.

I shouldn't have expected him to be next to me when I woke up, after all it was Paul I was talking about. He must have just gotten up though because I was still sweating and the bed was still warm. Then something hit me that I had totally forgotten about earlier this morning.

Paul was to explain himself to me today. He promised.

I shot up out of bed then, straightened myself up and headed downstairs. The clock at the bottom of the stairs read it was 11:00am so I guessed I must have woken up around 8:00am this morning when I freaked out about school. Oh well, I was late then anyway.

I poked my head into the living room to find the TV on but no one watching it. I shrugged and headed towards the only other door at the end of the hall on the right, it had to be the kitchen. The door was closed so I opened it slowly to find Paul leaning against the counter, opposite the door.

He wore that hard mask on his face and had his arms crossed defensively over his chest. He was fully clothed unlike this morning in a pair of worn jean cut offs and a white t-shirt that seemed just that little too small for him. What was up with him?

"Um… hi," I said awkwardly. Taking a seat at the wooden table in the corner of the room.

"Why didn't you tell me?," he asked suddenly.

I eyed him warily, "What are you talking about?,".

He huffed, "You know what I'm talking about,".

I was confused. Completely and utterly confused. What was he talking about? Why didn't I tell him what? Paul really confuses me sometimes, especially at times like these when I'm accused of not telling him something.

"I don't Paul, I'm just confused," I told him honestly.

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before opening his eyes again and running a hand through his hair. Everything was silent as he pushed himself off the counter and turned his back to me so he could lean on the counter with his hands. He was quivering slightly and seemed to be taking deep breaths to calm himself. I was about to get up and ask him what the matter was until he suddenly punched the counter with his right hand and turned around to face me.

"Damn it Fay!," he growled. His face filled with anger and rage.

I flinched in my seat. Should I answer him? Or will I make him more angry? But I had no idea what he was angry about but it had something to do with me. I had to ask.

"What the hell are you angry about Paul? What did I do?," I asked. Standing up in my seat and staring confusedly at him.

"You," he said and started walking towards me, stopping only inches away so he could look down at me, "You didn't tell me that… that… that you and Chris spoke yesterday, you didn't tell me anything! I'm yours Fay, you shouldn't keep things from me! I thought you told me that we should have no more secrets between us!," he finished. His shaking growing more violent.

I was shocked. Firstly, there really wasn't anything to tell Paul. I just told Chris that I no longer loved him and that our relationship was officially over. Secondly, how did he know about that? Did Embry and Quil tell him? Thirdly, that is what got him all angry? And what did he mean by, 'I'm yours'?

"Paul… I… I don't know what to tell you because there really isn't anything to say. Chris asked if he could speak with me so I said okay and we spoke by his locker. He told me that he was sorry and that he wants us to be together again-," Paul cut me off with a snarl.

"And what did you say?," he asked. His shaking violent now.

"I told him that I don't love him back and that I don't want to be with him. It's over Paul, I don't know why you're so angry about this… with me," I said, diverting my gaze to the floor. My feelings hurt.

There was a long silence until I felt his warm hand underneath my chin, tilting it up so I would look him in the eye, "I just… I just really care about you and everything that happens to you, around you. I want to know everything about you Fay and I want to be part of your life, I don't want you to hide anything from me," he said softly. His expression sorry.

"But you're so hurtful Paul. You act like you hate me-,".

"That's not true,".

"But you do Paul and it really hurts me. Only this morning you were… kissing me and now, now you're screaming at me and I'm just so confused. I don't know how you see me Paul, I really don't. I don't understand you. Sometimes you're nice and sometimes you're mean and although I accept you as you are, I don't like being hurt,".

"I know," he started, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug, "I'm sorry Fay, I really am but I can't change who I am, what I've become. Maybe someday I will but it won't happen overnight, I'm sorry," he whispered into my hair as I listened to his heart beat in his chest.

"Paul," I looked up into his loving eyes, "I want to know, I want to know right now. I want you to explain yourself to me, you promised,".

His eyes went from loving to shocked, "You want to know now? Like right now?,".

I nodded.

"Fay this… this isn't something to take lightly. I…," he trailed off. Unwrapping his arms from around me and taking a seat at the table.

I took a seat across from him, "Paul please. I promise I'll understand,".

He stared into my eyes, "Fay I'm not your average guy, I'm far from it. Both mentally and physically,".

"Yes I know Paul and that's why I'm with you," I smiled, "Your different Paul but that's what makes you Paul right?,".

He smiled weakly, "Yeah… yeah your right but Fay… oh my god," he said, throwing his face into his hands.

"Paul it's okay," I reassured, "Just tell me,".

He looked up at me and gazed into my eyes, "Promise me you won't hate me or never speak to me again. Promise me Fay," he pleaded. Reaching across the table and taking my hand in his.

It couldn't be that bad could it? It was just about him personally, it's not like he committed a crime and besides I needed to know. This was the man I love and adore with all my heart and there was nothing that could stop me from loving him. Nothing.

"I promise," I said, squeezing his hand in reassurance.

He nodded and stood up from the table, the chair toppling over in the process. He didn't seem to notice though, it must happen to him all the time.

He just stood there for a moment lost in his own thoughts. I wasn't sure whether I should get up or not so I just sat there waiting until he said something. After a couple of seconds he walked past me to the kitchen door, "Come on," he said over his shoulder.

I quickly got up and followed him down the hall into the living room. The TV was now off and Paul sat on the sofa waiting for me. I sat down next to him and smiled weakly at him as a sign to start. He looked worried and it hurt me to see him like that. I never wanted him to feel uneasy around me, I just wanted him to speak freely to me. After all I do love him, he just doesn't know it yet.

He took a deep breath before staring intensely into my eyes, "Did you read the Legends? The ones I told you about yesterday,".

I nodded, "Yeah, I didn't read it all but Emily marked two parts of the book I should read-," he cut me off.

"What were they?,".

"They were about how you're descendants from wolves and imprinting," I answered. What have the Legends got to do with Paul? Oh right he's Quileute but I don't see why it has anything to do with him personally.

He grasped my hands in his then, his eyes boring into mine, "And what did you think of them?," he asked eagerly.

I was taken by surprise by his attitude towards the Legends. Perhaps it's his favorite book to read and he'd like to know whether I liked it or not.

"I liked them a lot. They're so magical and interesting, it's a wonder why my father never introduced me to them," I replied.

His face seemed to relax a little and a small smile appeared on his face, "Good. So you read both parts thoroughly?,".

I chuckled, "Yes Paul, every single word,".

"And you haven't got any questions?,".

"Nope," I popped the 'p', "So what has this got to do with you personally?,".

He diverted his gaze to our hands then and opened his mouth to say something then shut it again. His knee was pressed against mine and I could feel him shake slightly against me. I knew shaking wasn't a good sign but I knew it was just from nervousness. His eyes met mine again and he inched a little closer to me. His eyes held so many emotions but I only recognized three: love, honesty and doubt.

I wanted him to relax and not doubt me. I wanted him to understand that I would listen to his every word and try to understand it. I cared for him and I needed him to be honest with me. We shouldn't keep secrets between each other and so it was time that I knew about him.

"Tell me Paul, just say it," I urged.

"I'm a werewolf,".

I froze.

My mouth tried to form words but it couldn't. I just sat there frozen, staring at him in shock. After everything we've been through and after all the times I asked him to explain himself to me, he tells me he's a werewolf! Does he think I'm some kind of fool that believes in his childish lies?

His grip on my hands tightened, "Fay say something," he pleaded. Well I must say, he's a great actor.

"Say something? You want me to say something!," I hissed, blinking back the tears that threatened to escape, "What do you think I am Paul? Some kind of idiot that would believe that you're a… a werewolf? After everything we've been through?,".

"I'm not… I'm not lying Fay," he said, his husky voice strained.

"Sure you're not," I said, a tear rolling down my cheek, "I'm leaving and I don't want to ever see your face again!,".

I pulled my hands from his grip and jumped up, giving him one last look before storming out of the room. Once I reached the front door I felt him grab me by the arm and spin me around to face him. He was shaking violently for the second time today and his jaw was clenched. I tried to free my arm from his grip but he only gripped it tighter, his other hand grasping my other arm to still me.

"You think I'm lying?," he hissed, "You think I'm making this all up? That I'd lie to you about being a freaking werewolf! You think I like the idea of being a werewolf?,".

I avoided eye contact with him, my tears spilling over, "Yes. I thought you... y-you liked me a-and that you'd be honest with m-me but I was wrong," I sobbed. I have been hurt many times in my life but this hurt the most.

"Well maybe if you just believed me you wouldn't feel like this!," he shouted.

I looked into his eyes then, they were a mixture of hurt and anger. I found myself falling for his lies then, believing that he was a werewolf because he looked so honest but I quickly shrugged it off, "You want me to believe that you're some kind of werewolf? Forget it. Let me go Paul,".

"No Fay! If I let you go it won't be the same, you just have to believe me," he said. No longer shouting or shaking.

"I can't Paul. I can't believe you," I whispered, sniffling.

"Here," he started, freeing my arms from his grasp. He starting pulling off his t-shirt and I stared at him in confusion. What was he doing taking his t-shirt off? It's not like he's going to turn into some kind of werewolf. He proceeded to pull it over his head and tossed it across the hall, "Let me show you,".

"Wh-what! Paul you're kidding right? No way. I'm leaving," I told him, turning around and reaching for the handle of the door.

"Fay, please," he begged, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and burying his face in the crook of my neck, "You promised," he whispered.

I felt myself lean into him, loving the feel of his arms around me but quickly recomposed myself and pulled down the handle of the door, "I promised I wouldn't hate you or avoid you IF you told me the truth but you didn't Paul,".

"I'm telling the truth Fay, I swear," he said. His husky voice strained.

"I don't believe you," I said, pulling down the handle of the door. Paul's right hand left my waist and slammed against the door, keeping it closed, "Let me go Paul,".

"No, no I can't, I can't. Just let me show you Fay, please," he begged into my neck. I could feel myself starting to sweat with his body crushed against me.

"No, no way Paul! You think I'm going to stay here and watch you transform? Are you insane? If I wanted to see that I'd rent a DVD! I'm not some stupid girl that believes in your nonsense, now LET ME GO!," I yelled, struggling in his arms.

"But it's cold Fay, I can't let you leave like this," he whispered.

"I don't care! You don't own me so let me go already!,".

Sighing, he planted one last long lingering kiss on my neck before unwrapping his arms from around me. I took that as my chance to pull open the door and run out. I didn't bother to shut the door behind me, I just ran.

I needed to get home and tell Emily everything. I had to tell her, my heart was now broken and there was no way I could deal with it on my own. I needed someone to help me through it because I am honestly devastated. How could he lie to me like that? It just shows me how low he thought of me and how much of a fool he thought I was.

Paul didn't follow me this time so I quickly rushed down the ice cold streets of La Push towards Sam and Emily's. My body was frozen but that didn't matter to me, all that mattered was that Paul had just broken my heart. I knew that this was the end of us, that I couldn't forgive him after he told me the biggest lie I've ever heard. I knew that I wouldn't love someone as much as I loved Paul because their definitely was something about him and the strangest thing was. I loved him almost instantly, I hardly knew him but I felt this connection between us and he had to throw it all away.

By the time I reached Sam's, I was shivering with the cold. I brought up my shaky hand and knocked lightly on the front door. Tears were still streaming down my face and when the door was finally pulled open, Emily gasped.

"Fay! Oh my god what… come in, come in!," she urged, taking my freezing hand in hers and pulling me inside. Shutting the door behind her, "Just wait a second honey," she said before taking off up the stairs.

So I stood there in the hall, shivering. My teeth chattering and my hands were purple with the cold. I hadn't planned on letting Emily see me like this but I had no choice. I hadn't got my own key into the house and besides Emily was always home so it wouldn't have made a difference. Thank god Sam wasn't here or else Paul would be in deep trouble.

Emily came rushing back down the stairs with a wooly blanket and threw it over my shoulders. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was shocked.

"Thanks," I whispered. Wrapping it tightly around me, savoring the warmth.

"Don't thank me honey. Oh my god what… what happened? Come here," she said. Wrapping her arm around my waist and taking me into the living room to sit next to her on the sofa.

She switched off the TV and turned to face me, her eyes scanning my face and body. I felt uncomfortable under her eyes and wrapped the blanket tighter around me.

"Oh Fay, what happened to you? Where were you last night?," she asked, concerned.

I bit my lip, "I was at Paul's… I'm so sorry I didn't call to tell you were I was Emily, I really am,".

"It's okay Fay, I understand," she said softly. Placing her warm hand on my shoulder, looking deep into my eyes, "So what happened? How come you're crying and cold?,".

"I," I started, a tear escaping my eye, "Well I was at Paul's and… and everything was great. Last night I asked him to explain himself to me because well, sometimes Paul acts differently and did you see how fast he healed last night in your kitchen?," she nodded, "Anyway I've asked him to explain himself a couple of times so last night he promised he would. So this morning after a lot of promise making and stress from Paul he told me and guess what he said?,".

Emily looked uneasy, "Um what?,".

"That he's a werewolf! A freaking werewolf! Can you believe it?," I cried. Emily had stiffened and her expression was unreadable. Maybe she didn't know how to comfort me?

"Fay… why don't you take a shower, get dressed and we'll talk about it afterwards. Is that alright with you?," she asked. A forced smile plastered onto her face, so unlike Emily.

I nodded, "Yeah sure, thanks Emily,".

I started to get up but Emily grabbed me by the shoulder, making me look into her questioning eyes, "Fay before you go, where you and Paul… together as a couple? Was he you're boyfriend?,".

I nodded, lips trembling, "Yeah, he was my boyfriend,".

She smiled sympathetically before letting go of my shoulder. I smiled weakly back at her before rushing out of the room and up the stairs. I quickly went into the bathroom and stripped out of my vest and sweats, hopping into the warm shower.

That's when I broke down.

I leaned against the cold tiles of the shower and cried my heart out. I cried for him, for Paul. The first time I saw him I thought he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He went to the same school as me but a man he was, not a boy. He looked so different compared to everyone else, he towered over all the students at school except his friends and acquaintances Jared, Jacob, Quil and etcetera. I saw how all the girls looked at him as if he was the most intriguing man they had ever seen and I was the same. He was the most intriguing, beautiful man I had ever seen and almost instantly, I fell in love with him.

I was in love with a man that treated me and everyone else badly. He was known as the bad boy but I knew him better than that. It was as if I could see into his soul, I could see who he truly was and I knew that I was the only one who could see him like that. He was special to me unlike anyone else I had ever met and when he kissed me for the first time, it was as though no one in this world mattered to me except him.

I thought that everything had finally fallen into place and that maybe someday he'd see me the way I saw him. That he'd love me back. But today, today he lied to me. Normally if someone told me they were a werewolf, mermaid, vampire I would just laugh until they got serious but today Paul wasn't even joking, he was serious. No goofy smile on his face or a stifled laugh, just plain seriousness on his face and I was disgusted, hurt and brokenhearted.

I was brokenhearted because he took me for a fool, that he didn't love me. I would never ever take Paul for a fool, hell it never even crossed my mind but obviously he didn't think the same about me. So what do you when the man you love lies to you? Well the only thing I knew was that I had to leave, get away from him. I needed a man who could love and care for me, treat me like an equal but unfortunately Paul wasn't that. And now he has me brokenhearted. Maybe I am a fool, maybe I'm a fool for loving him.

"That's better, much better," Emily smiled as I entered the kitchen and sat across from her at the table.

My hair was dried and tied up in a high pony. I decided to wear something warm for a change so I put on my dark jeans and light blue sweater. I was warm but not as warm as when Paul held me.

"Yeah, I feel warmer,".

"So… do you want a cup of coffee? Tea?," Emily asked. Obviously trying to delay our conversation.

"Nah, I'm not in the mood. Thanks though," I replied. Smiling weakly at her.

"Alright well um Kim is coming over, she should be here any minute,".

Kim? Kim is coming over? Why did Emily invite her over? I didn't want Kim to know. Yes Kim was nice but I didn't know her personally. Just the occasional hello's was all we really said to each other. What was Emily up to? Is it just me or is she acting strange.

I swallowed, "W-why? Why is she coming over?,".

Emily scratched the back of her neck, "Um well I think it's better if I explain some… things with you along with Kim. I think it'll be easier for you to understand with both of us here,".

What?

"What 'things' Emily? All I wanted to talk about was… Paul," I said. Eyeing her warily.

A knock on the front door prevented Emily from answering me. She sighed with relief and quickly rushed to the door. I heard her and Kim whisper to each other in the hall and wondered what they were up to.

"Hey Fay," Kim smiled sweetly, entering the kitchen. Emily walked in behind her and took her previous seat in front of me.

"Hi Kim," I said awkwardly. Eyeing them both with suspicion as Kim sat next to Emily.

"Who dropped you off?," Emily asked Kim.

"Jared," Kim replied. Blushing.

I felt tears sting my eyes when Kim mentioned Jared. The way she said it was exactly the way I used to say Paul and how she blushed when she mentioned his name. I envied her and Jared's relationship. She's so lucky.

"So Emily, what 'things'? I'm confused," I asked. Watching her expectantly.

"Oh right. Well you see Fay, not everything is what it seems," Emily told me. Glancing at Kim who sat awkwardly in her seat.

"Still confused," I replied.

"Fay do you love Paul?," Kim suddenly asked.

That was unexpected. I might as well answer her truthfully, it's not like I'll ever tell Paul how much I love him since we're no longer… together.

"Yes," I said. My voice strained with the tears that threatened to escape my eyes once again.

Both Emily and Kim smiled sympathetically at me before Emily asked me another question, "Fay you ran back here because Paul told you he was a werewolf right?," I nodded, "And he didn't stop you?,".

"He did. He um… he took off his um t-shirt and said he'd show me but what kind of fool did he think I was? Then when I started to leave he wrapped his arms around me and begged me not to leave but I couldn't stay Emily. I'm not an idiot but he obviously thinks so,".

Kim started tapping her fingers on the table and Emily sighed, reaching across the table to take my cold hand in hers, "You read the two parts I marked for you of the Legends right? About werewolves and imprinting?,".

"Yes I did,".

"And what did you think of them?,".

"I liked them. I thought they were interesting and magical. I had no idea about them until Paul mentioned them to me," I answered honestly.

Emily remained silent so I looked at her. She was deep in thought for a moment so I waited patiently for her to continue. When she finally looked me in the eye again, Kim seemed to tense up.

"Fay, it's true. He is a werewolf,".

My jaw dropped open and my eyes grew wide. This can't be happening! Emily and Kim are in on this big lie too?

"What! You guys are in on this too? I can't believe it!," I yelled, jumping up out of my seat but Emily gripped my hand tighter.

"Fay calm down, this isn't a joke," she said. Her face bewildered. I glanced over at Kim and she was chewing her nails nervously.

"You have got to be kidding me! Emily I thought you and Kim would comfort me but… but you're both making a joke out of me! I'm disgusted," I spat. Struggling to pull my hand from her grasp.

"Fay please," Emily begged.

"No, I'm leaving! I'm going home,".

"FAY WE'RE NOT LYING!," Kim shouted suddenly. Causing both me and Emily to stare at her in shock, "It's true. Sam's one, Jared's one, Jacob, Quil, Embry, Seth, Colin, Brady, Leah, Paul, they're all werewolves. Yes, it was hard at first for both Emily and I. I thought Jared had lost his mind but it's true, Paul's not lying,".

I was speechless. I couldn't feel or hear anything, all I could think about was what Kim had just told me. I knew Emily and although I didn't know Kim personally, I knew she or Emily wouldn't lie about a thing like this. Especially bringing Sam into it. A part of me believed that Paul was a werewolf but another part of me couldn't. How could I believe he was a werewolf? They're not real.

"Fay? Fay? Are you alright?," I heard a voice ask. I blinked my eyes rapidly before turning my attention to a worried looking Emily who still held my hand, "Fay?,".

I nodded my head slowly and sat back down on my seat, "Yes… no,".

"Do you want us to explain anything?," Kim's small voice asked.

I diverted my gaze to her, "Yes. I want… I want to know how you believed him, how you believed Jared,".

"Well it's a long story but what made me truly believe him was when he showed me,".

My heart started to beat faster, "What was it like?,".

"Scary at first but after some time I got used to it,".

"And how did he… transform? Did he turn into a hairier Jared?,".

Both Emily and Kim burst into fits of laughter at my question. I guess it was funny thinking of Jared all hairy but that's what werewolves are like, right?

When their laughter died down, Emily answered, "No Fay. They turn into a wolf,".

"But how? I mean what is the wolf like?," I asked. Shocked and confused at the same time.

"Well my Sam's wolf is huge and black. Their all pretty much the same, bigger than a normal wolf,".

"Hey are you calling my Jared abnormal when he's in wolf form?," Kim joked.

Emily chuckled, shrugging, "Those men ARE abnormal, wolf or not,".

They both laughed but I had another question, "So was Paul taking his t-shirt off to… transform?,".

Kim nodded, "Yup! If they transform fully dressed, their clothes are shredded. That's why they all walk around half naked so when they want to transform they just take off their jeans and tie them around their ankle,".

"So… what am I supposed to do? I was so… mean to him. Does Paul hate me now?," I asked worriedly.

"No," Emily smiled, "Paul would never hate you, as much as he gets angry he has a heart of gold. He's probably just hurting now,".

"Well should I go to him?," I asked. Glancing between both Emily and Kim.

They both nodded, Kim spoke, "You really should. I know for a fact that he'll be more than happy to see you again and also, he'll explain everything about being a werewolf to you".

I nodded, "Okay I will,".

I rose from my seat and noticed that my whole body was shaking. I knew it was because of the shock, confusion and relief. My heart was no longer broken, Paul wasn't lying and I was no longer hurting but Paul was and I needed to get to him. Quick.

I thanked both Emily and Kim and rushed into the hall. I glanced at my watch and found it was already 2:30pm. I grabbed my black coat and quickly pulled it on. As I was buttoning it up, Emily came over to me and gave me a quick hug.

"Now before you leave, I need you to be careful," Emily told me as I finished buttoning up my coat.

"What is it Emily?," I asked confused.

"When werewolves get angry they start shaking violently, I'm sure you've seen Paul like that many times. Anyway when they shake, it means they're going to transform and we both know how angry Paul gets and so I want you to be careful because I don't want… this," she pointed to the scars on her face, "To happen to you Fay. Sam lost control once and unfortunately I was next to him. He didn't mean to hurt me and he'll never forgive himself for doing so. Anyway I just want you to be safe is all. Good luck,".

I felt so sorry for Emily and I was horrified at what Sam had done to her. But now wasn't the time to get into that subject, I needed to get to Paul. I gave Emily one last hug before leaving and assured her I'd be alright.

But as I walked through the cold breeze towards Paul's, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd be alright. I needed to get to Paul and tell him I believed him but would he be angry with me? Emily and Kim said he wouldn't but I always expect the unexpected from Paul.

I just hope luck is on my side.