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Eyes watched me as I walked through the halls.

Their eyes followed me and the whispering was a constant around me. Every time I looked behind my back they were whispering in the nearest person's ear to get their gossip in.

I heard she got knocked up by the guy on the motorcycle.

Logan says it's his baby, but I think she got him to get her pregnant for the money.

She's such a whore.

I hear that she does drugs and has a pimp.

What a slut!

Never ending things were said behind my back. Sadie caught a few of them in the act and told them off, but I told her it wasn't worth it. They would keep talking no matter what. The evidence of what I did was carried on my body, for all to see and no covering it up. It was clearly visible at twenty weeks. I wasn't ashamed.

"What are you looking at," Sadie snarled at some freshman as we walked past.

They ducked their heads and scurried away like sewer rats.

"Thanks," I mumbled to her as we reached my locker, we already stopped at hers.

"Seriously Alexia, it's no problem," she smirked.

I think she secretly enjoyed having a reason to tell people off.

"Hey, Alexia," Nathan nodded at me.

"What do you want," I sighed, pulling out my backpack and stuffing the books I would need in?

"I wanted to see how you are doing. I heard people talking smack all day," he laughed, trying to make a joke out of it.

I guess it kind of is funny. The kids jump at anything new to start spreading lies about. They love it and eat it up. In a way, they were like old women. They love to gossip and jump on the first thing they think is scandalous and make up ludicrous things.

"I'm fine," I smiled, slipping my backpack over my shoulder.

"I'm going to get a ride with Arianna," he said, handing over the keys to our car.

"Okay, see you back at home," I said.

We waved him off as he walked back over to Arianna; she probably started most of the rumors about me.

Weaving through the crowded halls, ignoring the gossip, we finally made it back to the safe confines of my car.

"That was a long day," Sadie muttered, throwing her bag in the backseat.

I followed suit, "Tell me about it."

o-0-o-0-o-0-o-0-o

"Hey Mrs. Grey," Sadie nodded at my mom in her office as we passed it.

"Sadie," she muttered, not even looking up from her computer.

"Why does your mom always have a fifty foot long stick up her butt," Sadie whispered to me when we got in my room.

"Um, she's always like that Sadie, always have been," I laughed.

I dug through my bag and pulled out a textbook for the math I have to do, but before I could open it, my phone rang.

"Hello," I questioned the person on the other line, I didn't have their number in my address book?

"Hey, Alexia. It's Logan."

"Hi Logan," I sat down on the edge of the bed while Sadie gave me a curious look.

"Um I was calling because I wanted to know if you, um, wanted to go to buy like baby things sometime."

"Oh," my eyebrows furrowed, "sure, whatever. Do you have a room in your apartment or something?"

"Yeah, I bought a two bedroom," I heard him smile over the phone.

"Okay, yeah sure. Just tell me the time and place."

"I was thinking this weakened maybe," he suggested.

"I could do that," I nodded.

"Alright, see you at school or something."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and had to laugh at Sadie's face as she tiled her head to the side. She reminded me of her cat when she did that.

"Why was Logan calling," she asked?

"He wanted to know if I wanted to shop for baby things with him," I chuckled, opening up the textbook.

"That's weird," she mumbled around chewing on the end of her pencil.

I nodded my head agreeing.

o-0-o-0-o-0-o-0-o-0-o

I waited in the lobby of the waiting room of the doctors. This was the appointment where we would get to see if it was a boy or girl.

I didn't care what it was. I really didn't. I know a lot of people say that and they actually secretly wish for one, I could really care less. It was my first baby and to be honest, I couldn't imagine myself with either. I couldn't imagine myself having a baby at all. I think it will make it all the more real when I know if I'm going to have a sweet little boy or a little princess as a baby girl.

"Alexia, you can come on back," the nurse with the clipboard in her hand announced.

It was the same routine they squirted the freezing blue stuff around on my stomach and swirled the wand around on my stomach.

The sound of the heartbeat, a sound I probably could never get used to, thundered through the room.

Logan smiled down at me and I smiled back.

It feels like it could be awkward, but it didn't. It was a strange feeling like it was a ticking bomb of awkward. One wrong thing and they better call the awkward SWAT control.

"Do you guys want to know the gender," the technician asked as she watched the black and white screen.

I nodded my head while Logan said, "Yes, please."

"It's a girl, congratulations," she smiled back at us and showed us on the screen.

I was going to have a little girl. We were going to have a little girl. She wasn't going to be told she has to be perfect. She wasn't going to have to plaster on a fake grin every morning. She wasn't going to have to look perfect. She wasn't going to be another me, but then again, she won't get everything she wants like I did. She won't have all the toys and clothes in the world. She won't have the new electronics that come out. She won't have the new and the best, but she will have my love.

I felt tears start to tickle at the corner of my eyes and I tried to swallow them back down, but I couldn't help the couple of tears that escaped.

Logan didn't say anything, but a smile was placed on his lips, not a fake one like I have seen him wear so many times.

"Thank you," I muttered to the technician as she left for me to get dressed.

She didn't say anything, but nodded and winked, closing the wooden door behind her.

My little girl won't have to try to be perfect because she will already be perfect.

o-0-o-0-o-0-o-0-o

I found where all the awkward was hiding.

To say going shopping for baby stuff with Logan was awkward would be an understatement.

I watched as a lot of pink stuff was thrown into a cart and hauled away to the cash register.

Logan acted like he was somewhat poor, only scrounging up enough money to pay rent for an apartment. I was wrong to assume.

Not only did we buy a crib, changing table, rocking chair, and plenty of toys, we also stopped off at the hardware store to get paint to paint her bedroom.

"Don't you get a whole bunch of baby stuff from like a baby shower or something," Logan asked, sipping his lemonade.

We stopped at a small little restaurant downtown to grab a bite to eat before we hauled everything back to his apartment.

"I'm not having a baby shower," I mumbled through the straw of the malt.

"Why not?"

"My mom won't allow it. I still live under her roof, so I try to live by my parents' rules as much as possible," I still went against their wishes of not seeing Paul, but I wasn't going to follow that one.

"What about your dad? What does he think," his blue eyes seemed sincerely interested in my life?

"I never see him, he's always working," I sighed, pushing away the malt.

"Oh," he muttered, taking the last sip of his lemonade, "are you ready?"

I nodded and stood up out of the chair, holding my back as I stood up.

I was going to offer helping carry things up out of his car, even though I knew I probably wouldn't be much help, but he declined.

"I got it don't worry," he said, driving past building he pointed out to be his.

I was impressed, it looked really nice. The red bricks had an old crumbling look, but they were bright red, looking freshly painted and all of the details they forget to put into buildings these days was still there. Plus, the outside was nice with lined up potted plants on the side.

"Call me sometime or something," he said, putting the car into park.

"I will," I unbuckled, "so, you don't want to do anything legal about the baby, like when you get her?"

It kept coming up in the back of my mind. He seems like he would do something like that, like he might not trust me. I don't know how much he wants to see her anyways. I have no clue how he wants to do it.

"No," he raised an eyebrow, "why do you say that?"

"Well, you may not trust me in letting you see her or something."

"We will work it out," he smiled at me, his perfectly white teeth glimmering in the pink and orange sky.

"Okay," I nodded, climbing out of the car.

"See you later."

I nodded my head and waved him off. I sighed.

We will work it out.

o-0-o-0-o-0-o

"What are you going to name her," Sadie asked me as, yet again, we were working on homework, but at her house this time.

"I don't know," I shrugged; I've been thinking the same thing.

"Do you have a baby name book," she asked?

I shook my head, "No, I can just look at names online."

"Are you going to let Logan decide with you?"

"What is this, twenty questions," I sighed?

She shook her head no and let her head fall back down to look at the textbook she was leaning over on the ground.

I felt bad because I got irritated with her and I knew she was enjoying this a little too much. She was excited for the baby, I was too, but then those thoughts fell back in a deep pit in my mind, run over by other thoughts about the cost, all of my work, how I was going to finish school, all of this stuff that I will have to deal with.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking down at her shielded face with her hair falling over in a curtain.

"It's okay," she muttered, giving me a small smile as she looked up.

"It's just," I sighed, "I'm worried about everything. I don't have anything planned out. I still have to talk to my mom about working everything out and I'm dreading doing that."

"I know," she said, smiling a bigger smile up at me, "but you got me to help and Paul, not to mention."

I know I had their help, but there are some things that I would have to do alone, "I know," I said, smiling at her.

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I wore a white top with a red sweat on February the fourteenth, it being Valentine's Day. Supposedly, Paul said that he was coming to get me from school and Sadie was smiling brightly and giggling at me all day. Paul let her in on what he was going to do with me, and she was taking joy in knowing something that I didn't.

"You're going to love it, he's so sweet," she smiled at me as we made our way through the hall.

"Don't you have something to get ready for," I questioned.

She had a date with Danny, "He can wait."

I shook my head and pushed the door open, my head staying shaking as I walked outside.

Paul leaned up casually against his parked motorcycle right in front of the school, a dozen red roses in his hand. He had on a plain white t-shirt with his leather jacket and jeans on.

"How are you," he asked when I walked up to him?

"Is this all really necessary," I questioned, standing up on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss?

"Yes, yes it is necessary," he smirked; he was enjoying drawing attention to himself a little too much.

His head dropped down to my stomach, it had grown quite a bit since he last saw me in person. His smirk dropped a bit and looked at me with a sweeter grin.

"You're beautiful," he said, giving me a bigger kiss.

"We better go, people are giving us evil glares now," I laughed, "and you're not worried about people giving you weird and spiteful glances with a pregnant girl on the back off your motorcycle?"

He shrugged, "They don't know me," he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "They don't know I'm a werewolf with amazing reflexes."

I smiled and nodded at him, "True."

"Plus," he went on, handing me a helmet, "when are we going to see these people again after your done with high school."

I nodded, he was right again.

I jumped onto the bike after him and we were immediately off, I could faintly hear Sadie yelling at the top of her lungs at me to have a good time and don't get knocked up a second time if possible.

o-0-o-0-o-0-o-0-o

"We're going on your boat," I asked, looking at the black speedboat?

"Yeah, why not," he asked, standing back up from letting the boat down?

I shrugged, "No reason."

"Come on," he held out his hand to me after he jumped in the boat.

I took it and jumped from the dock into the boat, glad I wasn't in a skirt or everything would be a bit awkward.

"What exactly are we going to do," I muttered, looking down into the dark water.

The sun was setting, the pink and orange sky making that obvious, it reflected back into the murky waters.

"You will see," he grinned, sticking the keys in the ignition and pushing some buttons.

He slowly back up and I watched him as he concentrated and let the boat drift forward before giving it gas and sling shooting forward.

Being in the seat in the front of the boat allowed me to have a perfect view of the sun in front of me and it falling behind the water and to see Paul's chiseled face as he looked like he was thinking about something hard. His eyebrows furrowed as we drove onward.

He stopped the boat in the middle of the water when we got out far enough that we could just see a bit of La Push in the distance.

"This is where the fun begins," he grinned at me.

o-0-o-0-o-0-o

We bot sat in the back of the boat, Paul lounging on one side off the bench and I on the other, our legs tangled up in each other.

"Not to be rude, but how exactly do you afford all of this," I muttered, taking a small bite off the one of the strawberries he brought me.

"I have a crappy house," he laughed.

"Do you get paid for being a werewolf?"

"No, I get to live on the rez for free; I don't pay anything on the house. I mostly get my money from helping one of my friends in his auto shop or doing yard work."

"Do you like working with cars," he never really talked much about what he did for jobs and what he liked to do, except that he loved his boat.

"Yeah, but I'm not very good at it," he laughed.

I smiled, "You could go to school for it you know?"

"Yeah, but I don't have the time," he sighed, picking the little seeds off of his strawberry.

It was dark now, the sun setting down over the water as we ate the sandwiches he made. They were pretty good, nothing fancy, but I just enjoyed being with him.

"Do you want to go to school," his grey eyes moved up to meet mine.

I sighed, "I don't know what I want to do. Before I got pregnant I was supposed to be a lawyer because that's what my parent wanted me to be."

"You would be a pretty good lawyer, you could call people on their bluffs all day," he laughed, giving me a bright, warm smile.

"Maybe that's why they wanted me to be that," I smiled, "but, now I don't even know if I can go to school. I could take online classes, but I don't even know what I want to do."

"You got to find what you want to do," he said, "what do you like to do that makes you smile, besides being with me."

I laughed, "Nothings better than being with you, oh great Paul Lahote."

We laughed together for a while, the mood lightening up, until Paul spoke again.

"Can I tell you more about the legends," he asked me, taking hold of one of my hands in one of his russet ones.

"Go ahead," I smiled at his grey eyes matching the grey moon.

"Well, there's this thing called imprinting," he went on, "and it's a way a werewolf finds their perfect mate, like love at first site, but I would say it's more than that."

"You sound like you know a lot about it," it was starting to worry me.

He took a deep breath, "Yeah, well a lot of the pack has imprinted. Imprinting is last the express way of meeting that one person. You get it? It's like we don't have to wait long to fall in love with her, right when we meet her we know. It's like you revolve around her, she's your world."

"So, its werewolf love express," I laughed?

"Yeah," he smiled, "exactly. It's the greatest thing in the world."

I took my own deep breath and let my eyes fall shut, the light of the moon seeping through my eyelids, "And you imprinted?"

"Yeah, on you Alexia."

My eyelids flew open and made sure his eyes weren't holding any joke. This was possible right? I mean, werewolves were supposedly fairytales and they weren't supposed to be real, not possible, but here I was sitting in front of one. Why couldn't a legend be true?

"Are you sure," I questioned, just to make sure.

He laughed, "Yes, I'm very sure."

"So, you don't care that I'm pregnant," I asked?

"Alexia, don't be stupid," he sighed, pulling himself up and leaned over me, "your perfect. Your baby is your baby, part of you. I don't care if you were already set up to die, I would die with you. I'm so happy that I met you. Even if I wasn't a werewolf we would have met each other and fell in love. Sure, by then you kid could have already been two, but we still would have ended up together."

"Are you sure," was all I could say?

He laughed and hugged me to his chest, "It's the surest thing I can be sure of."

The rest of the time in the boat it wasn't heavy conversation, we shared a few kisses here and there and some getting a little more heated, but nothing too crazy.

"That was really fun, Paul," I said giving him a quick peck when he helped me out of the boat and onto the dock.

"Good, I have one more thing to show you," He said taking my hand, leading me pass his motorcycle.

We walked down the road and I could tell I would be cold if I didn't have Paul's super heat to warm me.

"Where are we going," I asked as we came up to his house, but we didn't go inside, but went into the backyard, to the garage.

"You will see," he said, pulling the old, paint chipped, garage door open.

He opened it and flicked on a switch. I didn't really notice anything, but saw an old Volkswagen Beetle in the middle of the garage. Powder blue paint chipping, seats patched up on the inside, and the headlights yellowed. It was the older model of the Beetle, not one of the newer ones I see driving around. Personally, I always loved the older model and always dreamed of having one of the small, cute, round, cars as my own. I always wanted my own car period and not having my parents able to say it's their car.

"Who's car," I asked, even though I figured it was Kim's, unless it was Jared, which I highly doubt.

"Yours," he smiled.

What?

"What?"

"It's yours. I built it and I got lucky that your favorite car was an inexpensive and easy build. It's yours, Alexia," he grinned, leading me over to it.

"Mine," I squeaked?

"Yes," he said, opening the door, "you said you wanted your own car, so here it is. Get in."

"You can Paul," I muttered, "You can't do this for me."

"I just did," he laughed, practically shoving me in the car.

"I love you, Paul," I gave him a long hard kiss, and allowed myself to be pushed into the car.

"I know," he smirked, "plus, I was able to build it so it can go faster for you."

"Thank you so much, Paul. You shouldn't have done this; I don't have anything for you. I'm so sorry-"

"Shut up," he grinned, "just love me and that's enough payment."

"I do, I love you," I reminded him.

o-0-o-0-o-0-o-0-o

"Where did you get that," Nathan asked me, when he saw me going to school the next morning?

"Paul gave it to me," I smirked, climbing into my car, "You can have the Kia all to yourself now."

"Who are you and why are you so happy," he laughed, "I haven't seen this excited since you were like seven?"

I shrugged, he was right. I haven't felt this carefree and just plain happy since as long as I can remember. It felt refreshing and so good.

"See you at school maybe," I said, closing the car door and drove off.

Maybe Logan was right, maybe everything will work out. We will all work everything out and everything will work out for the better.

o-0-o-0-o-0-o-0-o

My optimistic mood didn't last long.

When I got to school the stares were worse than ever, somebody even came up to me and asked why I was dating some guy in a gang.

I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about.

I learned though that Grace, my mom's boss's daughter, was talking with Arianna and together they joined forces and told the whole school that I was dating some riffraff in a gang.

"They are such bitches," Sadie said across from me at the lunch table.

I was munching on some goldfish because everything else seemed to give me heartburn, but even now I felt the acid building up. Nothing sounded great except a nice cold icee. That's what I want right now is an icee…

"-All they do is spread freaking rumors about everyone and Arianna doesn't even know what she's talking about. She has no right and what about Grace?"

I put my hand up to stop Sadie when I realized she was talking to me, "Calm down. I'm just trying to ignore it. I was in a great mood this morning, but now it feels like everything is going to come crashing down if I let myself feel what I really feel."

"Sorry," she muttered.

I nodded my head, I was done with everything. I just wanted everybody to shut up right about now. The whole lunch room seemed to be buzzing with my name and gang. It was putting my teeth on edge and I felt like a stick of dynamite already lit, just waiting for the wick to burn down.

"Hey Lex," Arianna came prancing over to our table.

Lord, help me.

"What Arianna," I growled?

"I just wanted to see how you're doing," she tilted her head to the side, her blond, highlighted hair falling to the side with her head.

"Great, all thanks to you," I put on the fake smile that I hadn't put on in a while, but I was oh so good at.

"Good, I'm sorry to hear that your boyfriend is in a gang," her sickly sweet voice coated with sarcasm.

She knew everything; she knew exactly what she is doing. Now I just had to find out how I should play this game that she signed me up for.

I stood up from my seat leaning my hands against the table to look at her over Sadie's head. My huge fake smile still in place, I let it go a bit wider.

"Yes, he is in a gang and I suggest if you want to let your air headed little brain keep having oxygen then I suggest you back off. Or, my boyfriend and his gang could pay you and your fake boobs a visit, got it," I asked, letting venom coat my words?

Her smile faltered a bit, she started the game, she wasn't going to let down.

"If you want you brother to be kept sane and find out some of his dirty little secrets then I suggest you shut up," she tried, but failed.

It was worrisome what she knew about Nathan. Who knows what he's told her, she could have some bad stuff on him, I had to be careful, but really? She suggest I shut up?

"You could take your own suggestion, Arianna," I smirked, sitting back down.

She gave me one last smile before stomping back off, people at tables turning their heads just now realizing something was happening under their watchful eyes. They looked back at me and I smiled at all of them, returning back to crunching the goldfish crackers.


I posted this chapter I think early because I felt like it. I hope you read the note at the top and if you didn't well, your probably not reading this either. Thank you so much for the reviews and continuing with me, it's been a bit too slow for me... REVIEW and tell me what you think? Thank you for reading!

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