PAUL'S POV
I felt my heart thumping painfully against my ribcage as Millie pushed past me. Her touch sent shivers down my spine but all I wanted to do was run after her. I felt this pull towards her like gravity. I needed to be near her, even it was just standing by her side of casually joining a conversation she was in but by the glare she shot back at me, I could tell she hated me now.
Millie was right. I was one of those boys who talked to some girl who had a fit friend, pretend to be interested in her but really just trying to find information about her friend. As soon as the fit friend showed an ounce of interest I instantly forgot about everyone else.
But I couldn't do that anymore! I had imprinted on Millie, she had to be the only girl in my life now. I couldn't be interested by Daisy's amazing, sexy figure or the fluttering of her eyelashes as she flirted with me.
I slammed out of the back door in an attempt to follow Millie but was stopped by the rest of pack, staring at me in confusion.
"Smooth Paul, real smooth" Seth mumbled, shaking his head in disappointed.
What the hell did he know? He was a fifteen year old kid.
He turned and strolled over to where Sue and Leah were sitting with Millie and her mum. I felt my stomach tighten as Millie glanced up from her plate of pasta and grinned at Seth.
If only she would smile at me like that, I thought. Millie had a beautiful smile. Every time she smiled her eyes lit up and her cheeks puffed a little.
"Was that an attempt to make her like you?" Jared sniggered.
I felt a flare of anger building inside but before I could do anything Sam pressed his hand on my shoulder, stopping me from shaking.
"Go away" Sam mumbled to everyone else.
The obliged instantly.
"I don't know what to do Sam. I have never been so confused in all my life" I admitted. "Every time I try and convince myself that Millie isn't right for me, she smiles or something and my heart tightens. I should be taking this bottle of water to her gorgeous sister right now but there is something pulling me towards Millie"
Sam stared at me with an understanding. He had been through this before with Emily so he knew how I was feeling.
"I just know that I will mess it up and for some reason, I care too much about her to hurt her like that" I groaned.
"Who says you are going to mess it up?" Sam asked. "There is obviously a reason why she is your imprint. Stop worrying about messing it up and go be yourself. Well…" Sam paused and laughed softly. "Be a less arrogant, pushy stubborn version of yourself"
I glanced over at Millie and saw her laughing with Leah.
"I am so scared. Knowing that she is the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with but knowing that she now hates because I was a dick is killing me" I mumbled, running my fingers anxiously through my hair.
I had a bad habit of fidgeting when I was nervously, it really didn't help in battle.
Why was I so worried. Millie was my imprint which meant she must be feeling something towards me too. I had heard her heartbeat accelerate when I touched her, she must have felt the connection too. This wasn't meant to be difficult but because I was an idiot, I made it harder than it was supposed to be.
"Don't try and deny it either. The imprint always wins Paul. Believe me, I tried for a long time to stop my feelings for Emily, especially whilst I was with Leah but it hurt more than the pain your feeling now" Sam warned me.
I breathed in deeply as Millie got up from the bench, the sun light hitting her perfectly smooth skin. Sam felt me tense and followed my gaze.
"Go and apologize" he muttered just loud enough for me to hear as Millie strolled towards us.
Her eyes stayed stuck to the ground as she walked lightly past me, staying as far away from me as the path would allow her.
Sam growled beside me. "Now"
I breathed in deeply, trying to regain some of the confidence I had when talking to other girls and then followed Millie into the kitchen. She didn't appear to have heard me as I slipped through the back door and stood behind her. I decided that scaring her hadn't worked out well last time so I took a different approach.
I drew in a breath and then coughed loudly, announcing my presence.
Millie spun on her heels to face me. Her face fell slightly when she saw me before turning back to the sink full of dirty plates.
Be yourself, I thought to myself.
I walked quickly over to her side and grabbed a towel from the counter.
"What are you doing?" Millie mumbled, watching me curiously as I began drying a plate she had washed.
"Saying sorry for being such an idiot" I sighed.
I watched as the corners of her mouths twitched slightly but she didn't allow me to see her smiling. My stomach twisted with excitement when I saw a glimpse of hope.