"So, you and Jake are through? Completely?" Leah asked during a commercial. We were at her house, watching Jersey Shore, eating some popcorn. I cant believe that I just did what I just did but it made Leah proud, my bitch of a mentor, so who cares…right?
"Yes, completely. I just did…that and you think that we would still be together?" I was truly shocked. She seriously…wow.
"Well, you might've fucked Paul because you had nothing better to do," She said shrugging. I flipped her off, rolling my eyes while she laughed.
"It's not funny!"
Now, let me explain, before you go all crazy on me. Last night, after not going to Sam and Emily's, and screaming at Jake, me and Leah went out with Brady and Seth and Collin and Paul. It was a lot of fun…until vodka got involved. I had…I don't know how many shots but I was out. I remember everything I did, and I remember trying to stop, but Paul…and his…wow. Anyways, I got drunk and Paul was…relatively nice. He shot a rubber band at me when I started throwing up.
Totally nice, right?
Well, we started fighting after that. I loved fighting with men. It was sexy. I did it all the time with Puck. I think that's the reason I wanted Paul so badly. Puck and Paul were just so similar. Both thinking I'm incredibly sexy, both being incredibly sexy, both not putting up with my shit, both not caring about anyones opinions. Wow, did I just convince myself it was fun fucking Paul?
Hell yes it was!
"How was it?" Leah asked, throwing popcorn at my head. I rolled my eyes, picking up the abandoned popcorn and throwing it back.
"I was drunk Lee," I rolled onto my back, throwing my leg over the side of the bed.
"So? I have been drunk off of my ass and still remember fucking someone," she winked at me. I blushed extremely bad.
"Okay, I remember…it was fucking amazing!" I let out a relieved breath.
"Ohh! Did he ever do something creepy?" She asked, looking disgusted at the thought. I laughed.
"No, he was in love with my legs though. Wouldn't let me take my heels off," I said, smiling at the thought.
"Ah, sounds kinky," I threw a pillow at her, "Watch it! Don't want to ruin the merchandise."
"Oh, shut up!" I chuckled before getting up.
"What're you doing?" She sat up in the bed, still eating popcorn and pausing the t.v.
'Eh, probably going to drive around, call Embry and tell him," I shrugged thinking of the possibilities.
"Oh, can I come?" She was already sliding into her shoes before I could respond. I rolled my eyes and threw my hair up into a messy bun before slipping my ankle boot heels on. I looked at my outfit in the mirror.
I had liquid leggings on, making my legs look amazing. My mini white skirt was extremely cute with my black liquid corset (not really liquid but you get the idea…google it.) and my white leather jacket.
"I must say, I like this look," Leah said, smiling at my outfit. I crossed my arms and looked over at her. She had zebra heels on with some black straight legs. Her shirt was ripped on the back with a black bra underneath and hung dangerously low in the front. Throwing on a black jacket to make her look exotic.
"Well, I like yours better,' I smiled at her before we walked out to my new mustang. I ran my hand down the red hood, smiling to myself at how lucky I was.
"How many freaking cars do you have?" Leah asked, probably annoyed but excited about my car.
"Three, I left one home with Puck. Old Chevy he was in love with," I rolled my eyes before hopping in.
She laughed and got into the car. The car ride to Embry's was uneventful, just filled with simple talk and singing lame songs now and then. When we finally pulled up, Embry was on the front porch, messing with something in his hands.
"Hey Em," I said, stepping out of the car.
"Oh, hey!" He got up and came to give me a hug. I smiled when Leah let out an annoyed huff.
"Well, I slept with Paul last night," I said bluntly. I know it wasn't nice but The Great Leah once told me that bluntness in painless. So, whatever, ya' know?
"What?" He sat there shocked until everything sunk in. A smile crept onto his beautiful features, making me smile along with him. "So he told you about the imprint?" Leah let out a small gasp before slapping Embry on the back of the head.
"Wait, what's an im-" Leah cut me off.
"Paul will tell you," she said quickly before getting back in the car. I gave Embry one last weird look before getting into the car with Leah.
"Will you-"
"Do you know where Paul's house is?"
"I'm getting sick off you interrupting me," I said under my breath, "Directions."
She quickly gave me the directions to a nice cottage out in the middle of nowhere. I smiled, remembering him bring me out here but ending up back at my house. (Parents are out of my house. Reina has been staying with Collin for two days.)
"Well, coming back for more?" Mr. Fuck-Me asked, with a white shirt, and demin cut offs, leaning against the doorway to his house. I smiled at him, before kissing his cheek.
"What is an imprint? Explain?" By the end sentence, my smiled turned into a deep frown. His mouth fell open. I turned around to look at Leah, she shrugged her shoulders, walking around Paul to go into his house. Probably to watch t.v.
"Please?" I rubbed my thumb on his cheek, trying to catch his attention.
"We need to go talk to Sam," he said through clenched teeth before yelling to Leah, "Come on bitch, we're going for a ride."
"Fuck you asshole, I'm staying here," So that's what she did. We left silently, drove silently, and arrived silently.
"Wait, why are we coming here?" I whispered to him when we were on the porch.
"You'll find out," he grabbed my hand, "Who told you?" He looked at me seriously.
"Embry, I don't think he meant to though," I said quickly, seeing hate fill his eyes.
"It doesn't fucking matter, he shouldn't have said it! Fucking shithead," He started breathing deeply and shaking like crazy. I laid my hand on his cheek to try and calm him down.
"Paul, calm down," I whispered kissing his other available cheek. His shaking subsided and he looked at me with scared eyes.
"Promise to try and be nice?" He kissed me quickly, not letting me answer, before barging into the house. "Sam! Santana has asked the million dollar question," Paul said, laughing to himself. I raised an eyebrow at him before disregarding whatever he meant.
Sam and Emily came out of the kitchen, looking exhausted and covered in flour.
"That is fucking gross," I said, knowing that they just did…yuck. "Well, I guess it was a good thing for Leah not to come." Sam winced at my words before putting a poker face on. "Are you going to stand there and act like me talking about Leah doesn't hurt you, or are you going to tell me what the fuck an imprint is?" I put my hand on my hip. Paul laughed under his breath until Sam looked at him.
"So, you finally figured it out?" Sam asked, laughter in his eyes.
"Oh, fuck off," I said, before turning around to leave.
"Where're you going?" Paul asked, sounding almost pained.
I turned around to glare at them, :"No one is answering my question. I'd rather be in the dark then to be a fucking hopeless idiot. See ya' later," I grabbed the door handle but I heard a whimper. I turned around to raise an eyebrow at Paul.
"Please? I'm sorry, just…don't go…" He reached out to me, sounding extremely sad. I rolled my eyes before grabbing his hand.
"Don't do that shit to me," I whispered in his ear before looking at Sam anad Emily, "Let's get this over with."
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