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Still don't own anything…

Paul parks his Jeep and we walk hand-in-hand to the store. There is a sign posted on the entrance: No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service. I look at Paul, who is wearing neither. "Hmm, looks like someone's going to have to wait in the car."

Paul looks put out. "Are you sure you don't need me to go in with you?"

I roll my eyes and kiss him on the cheek. "I'm positive. I've got plenty of money and I know exactly what I need to get. I'll only be a few minutes, okay?" Paul nods his head and saunters back to the car.

I walk inside the grocery and begin filling a shopping cart with the basics: milk, eggs, bread, flour, sugar, spices, and some junk food. I make my way to the meat section and pick up a few packages of steak. I know all of the food would be gone with the way Paul and Jared eat. But it was a start.

I begin to walk towards the register when a boy stops in front of the cart, blocking my way. He looks to be about my age. He runs his hand through his short blonde hair. "Hey," he says to me, overconfidence dripping from his voice. "Don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new around here?"

I smile, trying to be polite, though I can already feel annoyance seeping into me. "Yeah I am. And I'm really busy, so if you wouldn't mind moving…"

He ignored my request. "My names Greg. You know, since your new, I could show you around the town. I don't mean La Push, of course. I live in Forks. It's much better there. Hey, if you're lucky, I might even take you to a movie in Port Angeles some time." He flashed me a pretty-boy smile.

I suppose he is waiting for me to swoon and tell him how absolutely lovely it would be to go to Port Angeles with him. But instead my smile disappears and I look at him in irritation. "That's very thoughtful of you," I say with exasperation in my voice, "but I'd rather not."

His smile also leaves his face. "I don't think you get what a chance I'm giving you, to let me take you out."

"And I don't think you get how much you're annoying me." I ram my cart into him, but he catches onto it and won't let go.

Suddenly a hand is on my shoulder, gently pushing me back. "Is there a problem here?" Paul moves me so that I'm behind his shaking form. I catch a glance at his face, and it's furious.

Greg gives Paul a condescending look at what he seems to view as competition. "Nothing that is any of your business," he says contemptuously. "My girlfriend and I are just having a few issues."

Paul snorts angrily. "I find that funny," he spits, "considering she's my girlfriend."

A girl steps up next to me and taps Paul on the shoulder. She looks like she is a few years younger than us, and she is wearing the store uniform. "Um, excuse me sir, but you have to wear a shirt to be in the store…"

Paul whips around and glares at the girl. She pales, terrified, and backs away. I look at Paul with disapproval. "Paul, calm down. She didn't do anything."

He turns and glares at me, his body still trembling. "Go pay for what you need and meet me outside," he orders brusquely.

I gape at him, shocked he would order me around like that. But before I can reply, Greg speaks. "It's probably a good thing she's taken," he sneers. "I probably would've wasted my cash on a date and still wouldn't have gotten any from her."

Paul snarls and grabs Greg, slamming him into a shelf and knocking cans over. "You're going to regret saying that," he growls. Paul pulls a fist back, preparing to punch him. I rush and grabs Paul's fist. "Paul, stop it! You're going to lose control!"

Paul ignores me and shakes of my grip. Suddenly a man walks up angrily. "What seems to be the trouble, gentleman?" He asks. He also is wearing a uniform, and I assume he is the manager. "Whatever it is, I suggest you take it away from my store or I'll be forced to call the authorities."

Paul grudgingly lets go of Greg, who stumbles away, and then looks at me. "I'll meet you outside," he mutters, and walks out of the store. I shakily push my cart to a register. While the cashier scans everything, I think about what just happened. And I am furious. Paul acted just like he did in the woods that first time I saw him. How dare he just shrug me off like that? He was just trying to watch over you, Cara, I think to myself. But it doesn't pacify me.

I carry the bags to the Jeep and toss them in. Paul is already in the Jeep, and he looks at me warily when I climb in. "Cara-," he begins.

I glare at him. "Just drive."

The ride back is tense. I still feel so angry about the incident in the store. We pull up to the house and Paul comes to open the door. He begins to unbuckle me but I slap his hands away and do it myself. I begin to walk to the house but Paul gently grabs my arm and pulls me over to him. "What is it?" he asks, and he looks genuinely confused. I jerk my arm away. "I can't believe what you did back there in that store Paul!"

His eyes narrow and he looks at me defensively. "What do you mean? Did you hear what he said about you?! Like I'm just going to let that slide…"

"Paul, I've lived in the city my whole life. I'm used to jerks! And most of them aren't so subtle about what they want from me! I know how to take care of myself!"

Paul grabs my shoulders. "Cara, that was before you had a werewolf imprint on you. I'm not just going to sit there and let someone disrespect you like he did."

I pull away again. "Well guess what Paul? That boy wasn't the only one in there who was disrespecting people! You stormed in and just ordered me around like you own me, and then you just shook me off when I tried to calm you down! And don't even get me started on how you terrified that poor girl just trying to do her job…"

Paul looked at me in exasperation. "Cara, honey, I freak out easily. That's who I am! And I was just trying to protect you! I don't understand how that makes you mad."

I shake my head. "Then I guess you don't know me very well, do you?"

Paul opens his mouth to answer, then closes it, defeated. "I think I'm going for a run," he says softly, his head down. "Just go on to dinner with Sue and your Dad. I'll probably be late."

I instantly feel bad for fighting with Paul. I walk up to him and grab his arm. "Paul, don't. Let's talk about this. Don't leave, please."

Paul takes my hand and gently moves it off of his shoulder. "Don't wait up for me." And he is jogging into the woods, shuddering.

I stand there staring after Paul for a few minutes. Then I walk numbly into the house, passing Kim and Jared, and into my room.

I'm able to shut the door firmly before I break down.

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