I woke up feeling refreshed. Paul's arms were wrapped around me, and he was snoring softly into my hair. I glanced at the clock, noticing that there was still an hour before we needed to get up and ready for school. I sighed, rolling over in Paul's arms, and glancing at him. He had a calm look on his face, and looked peaceful. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, causing him to stir. '
"That's a way to wake up," he mumbled. His eyes fluttered opened. "How'd you sleep?"
"Actually really well. What about you, you seemed to be sleeping like a baby," I asked, grinning at the tired look and yawn he gave.
"Great knowing that you're in my arms, safe," he answered. My face heated up. I buried it in his chest, not wanting him to notice my red cheeks. He shifted his body, pulling my face away, grinning at me. "It's noting to be embarrassed. It's true."
"I've never been told that before. I'm not use to it," I confessed, biting my lower lip. He cupped my face, and leaned down, placing a kiss on my mouth. He groaned, deepening the kiss, rolling over me, bearing his weight on his arms, being cautious of my stomach. I buried my hands in his hair, pulling him close. I held him there, enjoying the presser of his lips before pulling away, gasping for air. Paul continued to kiss and nip down my neck, sucking slightly. I moved my hands from his hair to his broad shoulders, gripping them, before pushing him away.
"Why'd you push me away?" He asked. I got out of his arms, and off the bed.
"We shouldn't be doing this now, and we'll miss school if we continue," I answered. Paul just smirked at me.
"I don't see a problem with that. I'd much rather stay here with you, than go to that hell hole," he said, lazily stretching across my bed. His hair was a mess, face was flushed, and his lips were swollen. I'm pretty sure I was in the same state as him. I know that if I don't walk away now, then I'll be crawling back into bed with him, and not getting out all day.
"Get up. You need to get ready," I said, reaching over and picking up a pillow, whacking him with it. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the shower and to get ready.
After I got out of the shower, I put on stretchy jeans, and a shirt. I glanced at myself in the mirror, brushing out my hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. I noticed a red mark on my neck. I groaned, pulling my hair out, and retying it in a side braid. I put on my make-up, and headed out of the bathroom. I waddled down the stairs, into the kitchen. Paul was already in there, dressed and eating enough food to feed a group of people. I popped a bagel in the toaster, before turning my gaze over to the male inhaling food, glaring. He glanced up at me.
"What?" he asked, mouth full of food. I picked my braid up, pointing at the mark.
"You left a mark," I grumbled, letting the braid fall back into place. He just grinned at me. "This isn't funny." The toaster popped, and I began to cheese it. I placed it on a napkin, before sitting down at the table.
"You don't need to hide it. I like it," he said, reaching over, attempting to tug out the hair tie. I swatted at his hand before scowling at him.
"Well I don't like it. It is embarrassing," I said, through a mouth full of bagel. He just chuckled, and continued to finish off his food. I followed his lead, and when we were both finished, we locked up the house, and climbed into the truck.
"Paul, I have something to ask you," I said, turning to him. He glanced at me at the corner of his eye.
"What?" he asked. He kept glancing at me, then the road, then back at me.
"Has Jared told Kim about the wolf thing, before yesterday?" I asked.
"The whole thing was a huge mess. I wasn't suppose to get hurt that bad, but that leech wouldn't go down. She finally took off after the guys tried to bite at her neck. I also hadn't expected you to freak out as much,"he answered, smirking over at me. I blushed at my blow up at the guys. "I wasn't even going to tell you about any of it until the bonfire this weekend. Kim knows about the wolf thing, but not about the imprinting."
"Are you going to tell me more about the imprinting?" I questioned. He nodded.
"I'll tell you more about it this weekend at the bonfire," he answered. We pulled up to the school, and Paul parked. He got out, and put his bag on his shoulders, before coming around to my side of the car. He helped me out, before putting my bag on his shoulder, and wrapping an arm around my shoulder, leading me into the school. I could feel people starring, and hear their whispers. Paul did too because he let out a low growl, and began to shake. I put my arm around his waist, and he stopped the shaking and tightened his grip. We walked to where his friends stood.
"Hey, it's the newest imprint couple," Quil all but shouted. The other boys shushed him, smacking a hand over his mouth. Paul and I narrowed our eyes at his teasing.
"Whoa, they have the same glare. I can't wait to see if the baby has the same look," Embry mumbled. Paul lent foreword, and smacked him upside his head.
"Hey Jared, have you seen Kim?" I asked. He had a look of defeat cross his face.
"No. She seemed pretty mad when I dropped her off yesterday. She didn't call me at all last night, and she has been avoiding me all morning," he sighed. I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I'll go talk to her for you," I said. He looked up at me with hopeful eyes.
"Really?" Jared asked. I nodded.
"I'm not promising anything," I stated. "I'll see you guy later." Paul gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, letting go of my shoulder, and handing over my backpack. I moved towards my first class, doing my best at avoiding the other students passing in the hall. I almost made it to my class, but my path was blocked by Michael Stewarts. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
"What do you want Stewarts," I growled. My hormones were in full swing, and I was ready to take it out on this kid. He smirked at me.
"Which one is the father," he asked, giving me a creepy stare. I gave him a questioning look.
"What are you talking about," I stated, trying to keep my temper in check.
"Which one of Sam's gang is the baby daddy, or do you even know?" he questioned, looking me over.
"Are you calling me some kind of slut or something?" I shrieked. I gripped the strap of my bag tightly.
"Not calling you anything, but other people are. They've heard that you are living with them," he said almost casually. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"You know what, I have more important things to worry about then some high school rumors. I know the father of my child, and that is no one else's business. You had better not be starting or spreading any kind of rumors, or you'll have all of Sam's gang to worry about. Trust me, you don't want to be the one at the end of their anger," I whispered lowly and dangerously. The jerk looked ready to wet himself. I pushed pass him into the classroom, looking for my best friend. Kim sat in the back corner, head buried in her book. I walked as fast as I could over to her, sitting down in the desk next to her.
"Kimmy, what's the matter? Jared said you're not talking to him?" I asked quietly, reaching out to pull the book out of her face. She had the same look of heartbreak on her face like Jared did.
"I didn't know how to react to the whole thing," she mumbled softly. "I saw what happened to Paul, and the look that was on your face. I don't want to feel that."
"It's okay Kimmy. I wasn't prepared for the whole thing. I'm sure that if he wasn't injured, the I wouldn't have reacted as bad," I whispered back to her. I reached foreword, and pushed her bangs from covering her eyes. "I know that you weren't prepared either, but you should have told Jared that. I just talked to him, and you should have seen his face. I've never seen him so depressed." Kim's eyes met mine, widen in surprise.
"Was he really that sad?" She asked. I nodded.
"He looked so heartbroken. He was going to tell you how much he cares about you this weekend at the bonfire. So, you need to go apologize, and forgive him. Also don't tell him I told you about this weekend, just accept," I advised. She quickly wiped the tears that escaped from her eyes.
"I'll go," she said, happily. Kim got up to head for the door, but the bell rang. "Maybe I should wait for lunch," she giggled.
AN: I still need names and gender for the baby. Thanks for all the alerts, favorites, and reviews.