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"What do you mean you haven't told her about the mate?" Sam asked with wide eyes a few days after Quil had his first date with Claire. The date didn't end with a kiss but it did end with him being invited inside for some coffee and was allowed to sleep on the couch. He didn't want to rush their relationship so he wasn't upset about missing out on the first date kiss. He was just happy that Claire is allowing their relationship to grow into the ultimate imprint status.
"I just haven't found the right time," Quil lied as he stuffed a pancake in his mouth. He had plenty of opportunities to tell her but he hasn't. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He was terrified of how Claire would react.
"You need to! She can't keep going around in the dark now. She needs to know so she will know what signs to look for if she's alone and to understand why we've all been floating around her more," Sam was frustrated with the situation. Ada had said her mate had known about Claire which meant there was a strong possibility that the mate will come to avenge Ada.
"I'll tell her. I will," Quil nodded hard before taking his plate to the kitchen sink. Emily was already at work with Claire along with Seth who sat in the woods doing whatever he did while watching Claire work.
"You have by Sunday Quil," Sam stood up and walked out the kitchen and down into his room. Sunday. Quil had until Sunday. That only gave him four days to muster up the courage. Quil sighed and put his hands over his face. He didn't think imprinting would be this hard. Not that he missed all the hard parts of Claire growing up. Quil finally walked out of the house and into the woods. He decided to go and sit with Seth for the day and talk to him. The kid still had plenty of good advice when it came to love. Seth never imprinted but he always wanted to. He was a hopeless romantic and was holding out for his perfect match. He was a good kid.
"Hey man, what are you doing?" Seth asked from the patch of moss he was laying on. He was tossing a tiny bean filled ball into the air.
"Sam told me I had to tell her by Sunday," Quil knew he was sulking but he had a right to be. He just killed Ada. He just got his first date with Claire. Now he has to tell her she might still be getting hunted.
"It's for her safety man. Plus, I do have better things to do in my free time," Seth didn't meet the other mans eyes. He knew he was telling a lie. He had nothing better to do when he was patrolling except trying to meet every girls eyes possible.
"I'm scared she's going to run this time. She didn't leave when she found out about Ada and what we were but this...I kept this from her and she might still be in serious danger. She might leave now," Quil bit the inside of his mouth. It was a nervous tick he had always done. Claire noticed it the other night when driving to the restaurant and he was chewing on his cheek.
"Why do you do that?" Claire asked as she stared at Quil biting the insides of his mouth.
"Do what?" He stopped long enough to ask before going back to it.
"Chewing on your cheeks. Why do you do that?" Claire was genuinely curious. Quil sparked this need inside of her to know everything about him.
"Oh, it's a nervous thing," Quil shrugged. He had done it since he was a kid so he never thought much of it.
"I pick my skin," Claire held up her fingers. Around her nails were bits of skin missing.
"Glad to know I'm not the only one with a tick," Quil smiles gently. He wondered when that tick started for her though and if it was another reason to hate her mother.
"You have to. She's your imprint. Even if a fight happens she'll forgive you," Seth was always hopeful. He wanted the right thing to always happen. Quil secretly wish that he would one day met his imprint and see that it's not all rainbows and flowers.
"What if I just text it to her?" Quil asked as he pulled out his phone. His wallpaper was her dressed up for the nutcracker. He had a few from when she was a child and a few from when she was in the newspapers but that's all. He was dying for one that he was allowed to take with her acknowledgment of it.
"Do not! That's so stupid. Hey Claire just so you know a vampire is still after you," Seth mimicked Quils voice and laughed at how stupid it sounded. Seth was right though. Quil put his phone back and let out a big sigh.
"I'm just going to do it tonight. I just need to get it over with," Quil finally stated but no response came back. Seth was on the ground snoring softly. Quil rolled his eyes. Some guard dog you are.
"Why are you here again?" Ben asked as he opened the front door to see Quil standing there with two boxes of pizza. Ben stepped aside so the man could come inside.
"I needed to talk to Claire," Quil began biting his cheeks again. His gut was twisting and he felt like he wanted to die.
"She's in the shower. Just got back from a run, you know the schedule," Ben pulled three plates down from the cabinet. He knew Quil wouldn't just show up with food and not eat some.
"I have a question to hypothetically ask," Quil looked down the hall to see steam coming out form under the bathroom door.
"If she's pregnant that's all you," Ben laughed but he knew he was giving him a hard time. He wanted to see Quil turn red which he did.
"Hypothetically speaking, if someone had been keeping something important from Claire for awhile when that person said they wouldn't do that anymore...how mad would she be?" Quil whispered once he heard the shower cut off. Ben sat a glass of water in front of Quil before grabbing two cold beers from the fridge. Quil wasn't much of a drinker, his heat burned it off so he always declined so now Ben never asked.
"Hypothetically...she would be pissed and probably stop talking to you for a bit," Ben shrugged as he opened up the first box and grabbed a slice of pizza for each plate. "But, that doesn't mean forever. Just a little bit which is better then forever...right?" Ben looked up from under his eyelashes and made eye contact quickly before returning to the task at hand when Claire started down the hallway.
"What are you doing here?" Claire asked as she sat down next to Quil on the barstools. Claire grabbed a beer and twisted the cap off.
"I'm beginning to feel unwelcome here," Quil chuckled nervously as he began stuffing his face with pizza. He needed all the comfort he could get.
"Quil had something he needed to talk to you about," Ben shrugged before grabbing his plate and drink to disappear into his room. He had a Skype meeting with a new client in thirty minutes and had to prep for it. He also knew the relationship was just starting so it was still boring. He was waiting for the juicy gossip that would come later on.
"What about?" Claire asked as she started in on her pizza. Her stomach growled in hunger since she skipped all meals today. Quil day silent for what seemed like forever before speaking finally.
"You're going to be mad," Quil finally sighed and placed his crust down. Claire grabbed another piece of pizza. She was use to Quil being weird so this wasn't new. She was used to him hiding things like she was a child still.
"Go on," Claire told him while beginning to eat again. She was over being mad at the world so now it was just time to give in.
"You know how we took care of that problem," Quil closed his eyes and chewed on his cheeks. He stopped when Claire poked at them telling him to knock it off. "Well we didn't take care of it all," Quil knew he was beating around the bush but he didn't want Claire to leave him.
"She's still alive?" Claire froze. She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or if she wanted to scream.
"No, no, no. She's died. I killed her myself but...she had a mate and we aren't sure if he's going to avenge her," Quil refused to look at Claire. He didn't want to see the look she was giving him.
"This is why everyone is still hanging around me so much. Why Seth hangs outside of the bakery all the time and Leah runs with me? You knew and you didn't tell me! Again!" Claire yelled and stood up from the counter in a hurry. Quick enough to knock over her beer and spill it everywhere. She didn't care though because she was already walking towards the door.
"Go, now," Claire finally locked eyes with Quil. They were cold and blank, like when he first saw her again. He was about to argue but decided against it. He had to believe what Seth and Ben both said. She would be mad but in the end it should work out. Right?