Thanks everybody who reviewed and stuff! Sorry I took soo long to update. State testing was going on and stuff -_-t So yeah, I had no life for about two months. . . Whatever, schools going to end soon!

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Playlist: Ed Sheeran - Give Me Love (Oh yeah thats right! The song from the Vicotria's Secret Commercial!)

Ch.10: Grow Some Balls

Paul's POV~

"C'mon Paul! Don't be such a little bitch!"

I glared at Jared and growled, "I dare you to say that again."

He raised his hands up in defense and took a step back, "Dude, just sayin'. Just hurry up and ask her out!"

Embry's eyes basically popped out of his skull, "Woah man! Your finally gonna ask her out?"

"About damn time too." Jared added.

"I bet you ten bucks shes gonna reject his ass." Quil said to Embry. I turned, ready to nail them in the face. Only to be held back by Jared.

They both looked over at Ray, who was playing Call of Duty on the couch, and then back over to me. Embry nodded, "Oh yeah."

I growled only earning laughs from the dicks I call my 'friends'. Thanks for the support, jackasses. . .

My whole plan of letting things 'go with the flow' wasn't working. Ray was oblivious to all the moves I made. Which drove me out of my fucking mind. This girl was so damn frustrating. But, I couldn't help but love that about her. Yeah, we barely even got a chance to have a real conversation, but I was hoping I would get to know her more on our date. . . if she says yes. The progress of our relationship wasn't going as fast as I would of liked it to be. We were on that friend stage. . . At least I think we were. . .

But now that she wasn't with that dick anymore, it gave me the perfect opportunity to ask her on a date. I swore that if I ever saw him, I would kill him. Literally. . .

"Yo Paul! Hurry up and ask!" Jared shoved me in Ray's direction. C'mon Paul! Grow some balls. You can do this!

I slowly walked over to the couch and 'nonchalantly' sat down next to Ray. She didn't seem to notice. Her beautiful brown eyes were trained on the tv screen.

". . .Hey Ray." Damn, can I sound any more like a dumbass.

Still not looking away from the tv, she grunted, "What?"

I scratched the back of my head. She was a piece of work.

Here it goes. "Wanna go on a date?"

After about five seconds, she froze and looked over at me. She paused the game and set the game controller down on her lap.

". . .Uh. . .what?"

I coughed a laugh, "Will you go on a date. . .with me?"

Ray's POV~

Holy. Mother. Of. Shit. How the hell do I get out of this one?

"Um. . .no thanks."

Paul frowned, "Why not?" Cause your a creeper and he interrupted me while I was playing Call of Duty! Who the hell does that?

"Cause I'm. . .uh, busy?" I said as I crossed my legs Indian style.

He was silent for a minute and then all of a sudden the most hugest smirk ever appeared on his face, "You owe me, though."

I gave him my what-the-fuck look, "I owe you?"

He nodded, "For saving your life."

Awe shit.

My eyes widened, "Hey, that's not fair!

Paul shrugged innocently, "I saved your life. You owe me. . . Its either that or a kiss."

I stared at him horrified, "A what?"

He smirked devilishly, "I want a kiss." Sneaky bastard.

I stood up and threw a pillow at him as hard as I could, "I'd rather kiss a gorilla's ass than kiss you!"

He grinned and easily caught the pillow, "I'll pick you up at eight."

Groaning, I stalked up the stairs. "Whatever."

Before I got to the top of the stairs, I flashed Paul the finger. Including the guys hiding behind the counter.

"This sucks balls." I muttered.

Not knowing what to wear on the date, I just threw on some shorts and a dressy-looking tank top. If we were going to some fancy restaurant, I didn't give a shit. Its not like I wanted to go on the date in the first place. . .

I bobby-pinned my bangs up and let the rest of my hair fall loose. Then I slipped into my grey Vans and headed downstairs, where I knew Paul was waiting for me on the couch.

Never in my time here in La Push had I ever seen Paul not wearing a muscle shirt or even a shirt for that matter. So when I saw him sitting on my couch wearing a leather jacket with some actual jeans, I couldn't help but stare a little.

Paul stood up from the couch and smiled, "You look beautiful."

My attention snapped up to his face, "Uh thanks. . . You look um. . . pretty." I could feel my face turning red.

He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Thanks."

I coughed, trying to hide my embarrassment, "Your welcome."

"Oh Ray, you look so cute!" Emily exclaimed as she entered the living room with Sam and the guys.

"Yeah Ray, you look cute!" All the guys mimicked.

I glared over at them, "Wanna know what's cute? When I shove my foot up all your-"

Before I could finish my threat, Paul grabbed my hand, threw a quick 'bye' at everyone, and pulled me out of the house.

We stopped outside by his bike. Which I didn't even know he had.

Seeing my face, he smirked. "Get on."

Not liking the idea of the close proximity we will be in, I reluctantly got on behind him.

He started the engine and revved it up. "Hold on to me."

"What?"

"Hold on to me."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes," he smirked.

I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist while muttering profanities towards the pervert in front me.

As we started up the road, I saw all of the guys run back outside. They were howling and yelling out stuff that I couldn't even hear. But I think Paul heard them with his super wolf hearing because the biggest grin was forming on his stalker-ish face.

That reminds me. Damn, I forgot my tazer. . .