Chapter 28~

"Nice to see you again too." I said through my hug with Emily.

"Paul should be by soon….I'll make cookies." She said, her face lighting up as she dragged e from the front lawn to the kitchen. I sat in one of the chairs there, smiling at the scent of cinnamon and vanilla.

How did these modern women keep their houses smelling so nice? I would have to ask.

"So…Paul told me about the imprint." I told her, grinning slightly.

She laughed a little, "When's the wedding?" She asked, and I could tell she was kidding, but still confused by what she meant.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice a little jokingly as well.

"You know, now that you found out Paul is your soul mate, that you'll be spending your whole lives together, you must already be fanaticizing about your wedding." She laughed a little again, not noticing as me face turned chalk white. "It took me and Sam six months." She laughed again, finally turning to face me.

I'm sure my face was red, even purple. Paul lied to me. I thought he wasn't allowed to lie to his imprint. And what the hell is an imprint anyway? A soul mate, just like Emily said? Paul freaking LIED to me. He freaking lied to his IMPRINT.

What ever the hell that was…

"Hey Em." Paul said, walking into the kitchen and smiling brightly at us, taking a cookie from Emily's plate.

"You lied to me!" I yelled, standing up from my chair. I needed to get out of this house. Geez, how many times would I need to run away like this?

"What?" Paul said, becoming confused quickly.

"You lied to me! You said imprinting is when you find your….like, best friend or something!" I accused, gathering my coat off the table.

"No, no, Gabs, I just needed to tell you at the right time." He argued, coming over and placing a hand on my arm. Maybe I was over reacting?

"I thought you said you couldn't hurt your imprint!" I demanded, and in that instant, something inside of him snapped.

"I didn't freaking hurt you Gabby! You see that, THAT is what happens when one of us hurts you, not this!" He said, jutting his finger towards Emily's face.

Emily just stood there, at a loss for words, and I'm sure if Sam was here, this would have gone down completely differently.

"Asshole." I screamed, pushing him out of my way as I ran towards the door, knowing he'd follow and give Emily time to lock him out.

"What was that?" He yelled after me as I paced swiftly down the road.

"I called you an asshole!" I screamed back.

"I freaking imprinted on you! You can't say that stuff to me! Do you understand me, Gabby? Do you?" He asked, grabbing hold of y wrist and making me face him.

"Well I wish you wouldn't have! I wish I would of gone with Embry!" I yelled, spitting in his face and running in the other direction.

Home.