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Embry was pretty mad when I walked in the store with matching neon pink casts on both my hands.
Partially because I had broken my other hand, and partially because I had let Paul sign the other cast too.
"Kelly, seriously. What are you doing here? No offence, but you're kind of useless at the moment." I shrugged, looking away.
"I still work here and I'm not planning on taking my vacation days any time soon." Embry sighed. I ignored that, going to sit behind the counter.
I frowned, glancing between my casted fingers and the tiny keys on the cash register.
Well, luckily for me, we never used the thing anyway.
I folded my arms on the counter, resting my head there. Embry was staring at me with narrowed eyes. I stared back.
"What?" I asked after a long stare off. My eyes were beginning to ache.
"What was it this time?" He gestured to the new cast as he spoke. I shrugged, staring at the casts.
It was weird. I did remember exactly what had caused my second injury.
Every word spoken between Paul and I that day was still clear in my mind. And because of that, I was starting to remember what had happened the first time.
But Embry didn't need to know all that...
Embry was still staring at me though. And by that look in his eyes, he knew I knew.
Now I sighed.
"I punched Paul in the nose...Or, I tried to." I glanced at Embry. He almost face-palmed.
"Again?" I glared at him. What did he mean again? How would know...?
"Yeah, yeah. I should know better. Two broken fingers should have really taught me a lesson..." Embry opened his mouth to respond, then froze, staring at me in shock.
"What did you just say?" He took a step towards me, his expression a mix of surprise and slight fear.
I rolled my eyes.
"Is there a problem?" Embry nodded slowly.
"You remember what happened?" I nodded.
"Of course I do," I muttered. "After I hurt my other hand, it all came back to me." I shrugged at Embry's baffled expression. What was the big deal? Shouldn't he be happy that I was remembering?
"So, do you remember everything about that day then?" He seemed to struggle to compose his expression.
Now I was getting suspicious. Embry seemed nervous.
"No... Is there something I should know?" Embry shook his head quickly. Not suspicious at all.
I was going to try and get it out of him, when I remembered the question I had written on my arm to ask Embry.
I had gotten Harry to write it on my arm the night before, so I wouldn't forget.
"Hey Embry... What's an imprint?" He swallowed, looking away and swearing under his breath.
"Not again," he groaned. I frowned. Again?
"Nope." We both turned towards the door where Paul was standing, hands in pockets, for who knows how long.
"Paul?" He looked at me, and I quickly hid my casts. Why did my voice get all breathy?
"It's my job to tell her Embry. And I'm going to do it right this time." He spoke to Embry, but continued to look at me.
"Fine with me." Embry stood up, distracting me. I looked away from Paul and at Embry.
"Where are you going?" I hissed. Embry smiled, stepping towards me.
"Giving you two some privacy, I guess." He shrugged. I watched him walk towards Paul. He put his hand on his shoulder. "Don't mess up." Paul nodded once, his eyes still on me.
I looked away awkwardly. The silence lengthened, but I refused to look at Paul.
He cleared his throat. "Kelly." I twitched, itching to look at him. His voice sounded so soft, so reserved. The exact opposite of the loud, angry and sarcastic Paul I was used to.
I glanced at him eventually, my curiosity getting the better of me.
He was still watching me, but he was frowning. He seemed frustrated.
"Well?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He took a step forward, the movement almost seemed involuntary.
"You had a question?" He looked away for the first time since he'd walked in the door.
"And you had an answer." He scowled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. "So? Tell me, what's an imprint?" I leaned forward, resting my head on my arms again.
He stared at my double casts for a second before looking at me.
He dragged a stool from the front of the store to the counter, his eyes never leaving mine.
I frowned, already starting to lean back as he set the stool on the other side of the counter, directly in front of me.
He paused, before sitting, making us eye level with each other.
I looked away as soon as he sat down, pulling my arms down onto my lap, and out of sight.
"An imprint is..." He sighed. "Do you want the actual definition, or mine?" I frowned.
"Well, yours is the only one that really matters, so..." I blushed. Did I just say that?
Paul cleared his throat.
"I guess." I glanced at him. He was blushing. I smiled. I had that effect on Paul? Interesting...
"Imprinting is finding the girl of your dreams and falling in love, and being happy. You know, all that stuff that goes with being in love. Not only that, but having them love you too." I stared at him, dumbfounded. That wasn't what I was expecting at all.
"So, why haven't I heard of imprinting before? I mean; it seems like a pretty helpful happening." For some weird reason, I couldn't help but think of Embry. He had known what this imprinting thing was... Had he imprinted then? Paul shrugged.
"I'm assuming you've never met a werewolf before then." I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"Very funny. Seriously, what book did you guys get this imprinting stuff from?" Paul sighed.
"It's not from a book Kelly." The way he said my name made me want to take him seriously. But, he had to be joking.
Werewolves didn't exist.
"Kelly, why would I lie to you?" His eyes burned as they stared into mine.
I gazed back at him.
"But you can't know if werewolves exist. Have you ever met one?" He hesitated before answering.
"You could say that..." My eyes narrowed at him. "And you've met quite a few yourself Kelly." He tapped one of my casts. I hadn't noticed their reappearance. "You just can't remember."
I frowned.
"I can't remember...?" Paul backed away as realization dawned in my eyes.
"You're a...And the imprint..." I stared at him.
"Kelly, I want to try again, if you'll let me." I frowned at him, still more than a little confused.
"Try what again?" Paul sighed, somewhat angrily. I noticed his hands were shaking in his pockets. He looked down.
"The imprint Kelly. I imprinted on you and..." He sighed, looking up at me from under his eyelashes. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. But Embry was still on my mind. Paul was indirectly telling me he was in love with me, so why was I still thinking of Embry? Wasn't I supposed to ove Paul back? "I'm asking you for a second chance." I nodded, not completely sure as to what I was agreeing to, and still preoccupied by my possible cheating on Paul.
He smiled. "Thanks." I looked away guiltily.
"Wait, let me get this straight. You're a werewolf? Like those big hairy guys that only change during a full moon?" He sighed, walking towards me.
I watched him warily as he approached me.
He put his hands on both my shoulders, crouching so we were at eye level again. He gazed into my eyes, and I narrowed my eyes back, ignoring the uneven pounding of my heart.
"I have so much to teach you."
Woo ! Eleven chapters ! Does anyone have any ideas for the next chapter?
So, as of next Saturday, I will officially have no life ! Yay ! That means more writing time !
I want to post up the last chapter of Higher Ground before putting up another chapter for this story though...
So, this will probably be the last chapter until some time next week.
I have a Korean final to study for...
Anyway,
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