Needless to say, Leah is not happy when Paul suddenly storms into her house.
"Can I help you?" She shoots angrily. Paul has no right to walk in unannounced. Paul has no right to walk in anyway. It wasn't as if they got along at all.
His eyes go straight to her, sitting on the couch, and they look oddly haunted.
"I imprinted."
Her only response to this is to blink and say, "Congratu-fucking-lations, now get out of my house," because really, what does she care if he imprinted or not?
"On Rachel Black."
This causes her to stop. Rachel Black? Uptight, I-don't-need-a-man Rachel Black? Since when did Paul even like Rachel Black? And since when did Rachel Black even like Paul? Since when did anybody like Paul?
"Do you even like Rachel Black?" She asks him. His voice is quiet. It's the quietest she's ever heard Paul speak.
"I love Rachel Black."
Of course he does.
"Why do I love Rachel Black?"
She tries to think. Thinks back to when they all used to hang around each other and tries to look for some sign that Rachel and Paul were, well, perfect for each other.
There's nothing there.
"I don't know."
He stares at the wall. She asks, "Why did you come here?"
He turns his stare on her. "I don't know."
He had never really wanted to love Leah Clearwater.
But it would have been nice to have the choice.
