A/N: I understand people won't always like what I write, I don't try to please everyone but I do take every single review in account. I listen to you. You asked me for a Annabelle POV I did it, I did Embry, Leah, Lucy and Paul when this story centers on Lucy and Paul. I like giving you what you want. I love it. It hurts sometimes when people say they hate Lucy because Lucy was my very first character I invented. I love her because she's a lot like how I was when I was younger. I'm trying to develop her as realistically as possible so if you don't like her tell me what you want to see and I'll try my best. As for a review concerning a Collin POV I can't do that because I have a Collin story up already, so please look for Belle & Wolf.

In regards to a flame I received for the last chapter; that was absolutely childish. You can tell me you don't like my story, that's fine. You have your own opinion but when you go to immature lengths then I draw the line. When you sign up for this site you agree to keep your reviews to a certain standard, cussing and saying hate a thousand times is disrespectful to not only me but this site. Your review, if you're reading this, was not only childish it was completely incorrect. Have you read my story? PAUL IS NOT GAY. I don't know how anyone received that impression by the way.

Now that I'm done with this extremely long rant I hope the rest of you who appreciate this story will like this chapter. I write for you but most importantly as a writer I write for myself. I don't threaten chapters for reviews or make you wait months until I get a certain amount cause that's wrong. I love reviews because I love hearing your thoughts and opinions. Even if you ever just want to talk, come message me! I don't mind, guys. Now, enjoy please.

Ch. 28-Throwing Shoes

Lucy POV

The next morning I woke up curled exactly how I was last night in Paul's embrace. I smile slightly as his quiet snores fill my ears. I reluctantly move his arm away from around my stomach and crawl out of bed. I rub at my sleep crusted eyes and look around the small space. There isn't much to signify anyone actually lives here but some clothes strewn on the floor and a book on a small wooden dresser. I cautiously walk over to examine the book, careful not to wake Paul. My hands hesitantly touch the cover of what appears to be a photo album. I flip over to the first page and finger the plastic pages. Four pictures grace each and every page and I flip through it quickly, unfamiliar with the people in the book until about halfway.

Paul, Jared, and Sam's smiling faces are glaring up at me. All of them are only in jean cut offs. Jared is in the middle with Paul and Sam at his side, his arms slung over each man. Paul has his usual cocky grin in place while Jared plasters on a wide smile. It's obvious Sam is rolling his eyes with their upward position but even he has a smile small on his face. I gently tug the photo out of its sheath and flip it over. The date is from almost 3 years ago. I put it back in the book and continue flipping through the album. Most of the pictures are of the pack now but Collin, Brady, and all the younger wolves are nowhere to be seen. I realize that this must have been the original pack back when all of them first started phasing. Almost all the pictures feature Paul with a permanent scowl on his face, arms crossed over his broad chest. I try to contain my laugh from his sour expressions but a giggle escapes my lips. I hear shuffling behind me and don't register that Paul is already next to me in an instance. I can feel his breath tickle my ear and he puts his hand over mine, flipping the page.

"See that?" he asks, his voice husky from sleep. I glance over where he's placed his finger. It's a picture of us playing twister when I was under him.

"Who took this?" I don't remember seeing anyone with a camera.

"Emily slipped a picture in with her camera phone. She's always doing stuff like that around us. That's where most of these pictures come from," he explains, tracing my face in the picture. "I knew that day that I had to have you."

I take a deep shuddering breath and move sideways, away from Paul. "Where's the bathroom?" I ask quietly.

Paul nods to the connecting door and I walk quickly to it, shutting the door behind me. I lean back against the door, taking time to collect myself. All I can think of is last night no matter how hard I try and push it away. I walk over to the sink and rinse my face with water. I cup my hands under the water and drink some. I brace both hands on the sink and look at my pale complexion in the mirror. Despite all my troubles last night I didn't stir once or have any bad dreams. It was complete and utter darkness until I woke up.

A shrill ring sounds through the air making me jump slightly. I grimace when I realize it's my phone. I pull it out and check the ID to make sure it isn't Embry or Annabelle. Surprisingly it's my mother and I push answer.

"Mom?"

A rush of air is heard on the other end and too late I realize my mistake. "Lucy, please don't hang up."

Painful tingles run through my body at Annabelle's voice and I wince. "What do you want?" I spit out, anger coursing through my veins.

"To talk," she replies, sniffling. I refuse to let her crying deter my anger.

"What is there to say Anna?" I sigh, sitting on the cold tile floor.

"A lot, Luce. Embry is worried about you, he wants to make things right."

Embry? Is that seriously all she has to say?

"Tell Embry I'm not mad at him anymore. Just you."

I hear her sharp intake of breath and close my eyes, feeling tears pool.

"You can be mad at me, I deserve it, but please come home. I need you."

My heart tightens a little at her words. I can't go back there now after everything that's happened.

"I'm not coming back. I'll figure out somewhere else to live but I think it's best that we just get some space from each other for a while," I tell her, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand.

"It feels like you're breaking up with me," she teases.

I sigh again and choose my words very carefully. "I can't trust you right now. It hurts to even talk to you right now."

"I understand."

I draw my knees up to my chest and put my head down on them. "I'll pick up my stuff later."

"Wait—Luce you're seriously not coming back?" her voice breaks as she cries out.

"Goodbye, Anna," I breathe out, hanging up the phone and ignoring her please.

I throw my phone down, frustrated and hurt. I cry then for all it's worth; for Anna's betrayal, Embry's deceit, and Collin…being Collin. The door creaks open and Paul pokes his head in, noticing my state. He instantly picks me up and cradles me like a baby. I can't even refuse because the only thing making me feel better right now is him. My imprint.

It's been a couple weeks since my fight with Embry and Annabelle. Both have followed my wishes to not talk to me when I see them at pack meetings or school. Paul agreed to let me live with him until I can find something more permanent but I know he wants me to live there. I've decided to remain friends with him because the thought of ruining our friendship has me shaky and scared. He's told me the details of imprinting and I know he would like more but I need a friend right now more than anything and he's agreed.

Paul's relationship with Collin and Jacob's pack is bad to say the least. Paul told me they fought in the forest and since then Collin hasn't spoken to anyone but Seth and Brady. There have been rumors that he's planning to jump ship and join Jacob and I wish it were true. Collin is the reason why everything is so fucked up. He's basically stolen my sister from me and having her lie to me. I know Paul is hurting because Collin is one of his closest pack brothers but apparently if another wolf hurts another wolf's imprint in any way then punishment is necessary.

It's been actually really great living with Paul. His sister stays over on the weekends and some days and she's like a replacement sister. She's nothing like Annabelle at all considering her love of all things pink, girly, and named Beiber. She's a little ball of energy and it honestly confuses me that she's related to Paul. They are absolute opposites in every way possible except for their tempers. Lizzie can definitely throw some wicked tempers but Paul can more than handle them. I never had to deal with that because Annabelle never got mad. With Lizzie…well she likes to throw shoes. I was once caught in the crossfire of her and Paul arguing over whether she should be allowed to date and got knocked in the head with Paul's huge boot. That started another fight on how Paul is overprotective and Lizzie is immature. I learn to go upstairs now when the fights escalate. For some reason though they always make up no matter the argument. Lizzie never leaves the house without kissing Paul goodbye and saying I love you. It always makes me think of my own fight with Annabelle. I don't like to dwell for too long on that topic. I miss her…but I haven't gotten over it.

I'm happy for Paul's distractions in my life. Today is the first day of spring break and I couldn't be happier to finally get a break from school. It's not that school is hard but the stares I get from Jacob's pack make going almost unbearable. Collin glares at me every chance he gets while Seth and Brady can barely even look at me. Gym class is even more awkward now that I don't have anyone but Mark to talk to. We've actually gotten pretty close lately because he's taken "Team Paul" as the packs are calling it now. Apparently there have been some major fights happening over the fight between Annabelle and I. Paul tells me that Jacob, Seth, and Quil are completely staying out of it but Brady, Collin, and Embry are "Team Collin." I don't understand why Embry is picking sides but we haven't talked since that night. Paul is worried I don't have anyone at school since the people on "Team Paul" are Jared, Paul, and Sam plus their imprints. I told him I'm fine, Mark has my back, but as soon as Macy walks by it's all over for him. I've made it my mission to get Macy and Mark together but there's only so much I can in one class period. Good thing it was gym and we didn't really do much anyway.

"Okay, so what are you going to do?" I ask Mark again, pumping him up.

We're outside pretending to be stretching for a game of touch football.

Mark bites his lip, contemplating his answer. "Um…ask her out?"

I roll my eyes at his answer. So typical. "No! You're going to sweep her off her feet!"

"I don't know about this, Lucy. She doesn't seem interested." Mark reaches up to nervously scratch his head.

"She won't be with that loser attitude," I scold him, stretching my legs. I notice Embry looking over and our eyes connect for a second before he looks back at Jacob and Quil. Jacob looks over at me, pity clear on his face with a mixture of anger.

Oh, that's right. Forgot to mention Leah won't even talk to him anymore. Ever since that night apparently Leah and Jake got into a huge argument that she refuses to tell me about. Leah is firmly on my side, refusing to be named on "Team Paul."

"Here she comes," Mark whispers, pointing over at the gym entrance. Macy comes out in her sneakers and gym clothes looking like a regular girl instead of a Barbie that she usually dons.

I wave at Macy, trying to get her attention, and smile when she comes walking over to us.

"Hey guys," she says, sitting down beside us.

"Hey, Macy!" Mark says enthusiastically.

I whisper quietly enough for only Mark to hear, "Calm down, boy."

Mark rolls his eyes at me for the dog joke.

"Hey, Mark," Macy greets with a laugh.

There is an awkward silence for a minute. I "accidently" kick Mark in the shin, pointing my head to Macy. Mark shakes his head no. I kick him again. Another shake.

"So, Macy," I start saying. "Mark and I were just talking about how you two should—"

"Go for ice cream!" he shouts over me frantically.

I try to contain my smile but fail and watch Macy blush.

"Sure, Mark," she says, getting up. "We can meet after school." With that Macy smiles at both of us and walks away to where Coach has called us for the game to start.

"See! You totally did it!" I squeal.

Mark sits there, dazed. I shake his shoulders and he finally snaps out of it and hugs me.

"Thank you so much, Luce."

I smile cunningly at him and wave my hand. "No problem, but…" I look over at the pack getting ready to play football. "I need a favor."