New Chapter! Woo! Just wanted to say before you read is that I really liked hearing the reviews for chapter four! (Which I forgot to mention last time around) And the last chapter I didn't proof read for any type-O's. So forgive me on that mistake. Anyways, great to see you! How's the wife and kids?

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A/N: Sorry for the emotional chapter last time, but... I kind of felt I needed to get that out there. And yes, Mark was very influential for the packs actions. The rest will be revealed, soon enough.

Chapter 6- The Black Eye

I hated my life. So much, it almost hurt to think about it. I was now sitting on a bench outside La Push High School. Paul was watching me, again. I felt so uncomfortable when he gazed over at me- as if he could see through me. I didn't like this one bit.

Kim ditched me. Right after third period she decided she needed to come to Jared's aide. She offered for me to come with her, but I could tell when I'm not wanted by my brother- Rover. It was painstakingly obvious.

The next time I looked up, I found Paul walking straight toward me. Must we always meet this way? Rover kept giving Paul a look from behind. I was about to make my escape to the bathroom just when Paul came up to me.

"Hello there beautiful." He smiled. An automatic blush appeared to my cheeks, along with a heart-wrenching hate for him. I hated how I knew him for a course of 24 hours and he was already making me have butterflies. It just wasn't fair, and I hated feeling weak. Like I had no control over my own emotions.

"Sorry, Class awaits!" I smile, politely side-stepping his arrogance.

"We have a half an hour left." Paul said, his brows furrowing.

"Oh, I meant I have to talk to Kim for a second." I lie. Paul averted his gaze from me to Kim and Jared sharing an intimate moment together.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Um... I have something to do." My second lie in one day, this really is getting pathetic. But, it's necessary to get away from Paul with these lies.

"You are a horrible liar, Luna." His cockiness was at a high, I think I might need a gas mask.

"Just go away, Paul." I sigh, defeated already.

"What fun would that be?" He questioned.

"Tons of fun." I mumble. Looking down at the sandwich I prepared at home. It didn't look that appetizing anymore.

"You shouldn't become a comedian when you get out of High School, Luna. Scratch that off."

"Your input on what I should become means the world to me." I reply sarcastically.

He looked through me, it seemed. Maybe it's naive to think that, but he was so intriguing. Even if it was hard to admit that, he was. I don't know how and I don't know why, but he was. He slowly took his hand and swept away a lock of hair in my face, and tucked it behind my ear.

That's when reality hit me hard, I took my bag and walked away fast. Sharing the response of,

"I have to go." one last time. I looked back for the last time as I headed towards the door and saw Paul confused and Rover coming to the bench.

I didn't want to see this scene play out.

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The next day I came back with as much enthusiasm as the last. I didn't talk to Rover in the morning or even acknowledge Marks presence. If they didn't care anymore, why should I?

At lunch there were rumors being spread that Paul had a black eye. I didn't believe it, something told me Paul wasn't the one to get beat up, he was more likely the one to be causing the pain instead of receiving it.

As if a replay of yesterday, Paul came to sit beside me. He didn't say a word but something was off, because all he was staring at was Rover. He didn't look like he could contain himself, really. That's when I decided to talk.

"Hi Paul." This was awkward, I'm not usually the person to attempt conversation.

"Luna." Paul acknowledged. Speaking in a monotone with his eyes intently on Rover.

With one swift movement Rover and his gang switched to my table. Oh joy. I kind of liked solitude while it lasted.

I saw the faces when they appeared at my table, Jacob sat across from me while Rover, Jared, Embry, Quil, and Seth sat around the table as well. Kim took the seat on the other side of me.

"Nice seeing you all, but I have to go." I admit, looking at the clock. This time, I wasn't lying.

"Please stay." Kim pleaded. I couldn't really object my current only friend, so I had no choice but to stay. Paul placed an arm around me, leaning against the back of my chair. He seemed like he was trying to provoke someone. So on that note, I scooted away from him just enough so his arm fell.

"So Paul, how's the imprinting going? It doesn't look like it's going very well." Rover commented, playing with his food.

"Kid, don't test my limits. You're walking a fine line." Paul warned. But what I'd like to know is what imprinting was. Maybe it was some sort of disease? Maybe that's why his eye looked so bad?

"Don't talk like this in front of her, it's not fair." Kim starts, "She doesn't know."

Was she talking about me?

Of course she is, stupid.

My conscience is now deciding to talk to me? Great.

I looked down embarrassed that I had anything to do with this. And wondering what they could possibly be talking about. A sudden question popped into my head. As well as a concern.

"Who punched you?"

A look passed between them...

"I did." To my surprise I looked over at Rover. Smiling a smile I would only guess would appear if you asked to take a picture of him.

"Why?" I asked with concern. Why would he even consider punching Paul, he didn't do anything to him as far as I'm aware.

"He was hitting on you." He gritted through his teeth.

"Your sister is not a baby anymore, kid." Paul snapped.

"As far as I'm concerned, yeah, she is." Rover snarled.

Paul chuckled darkly, "You will probably never understand."

"Dude, she hasn't even been kissed yet!" Rover complained. The table fell silent, everyone's eyes were on me. Turning scarlet I look down at my feet. Face palming myself,

"Really?" I asked Rover. "That was really necessary to tell?"

"Sorry." Rover whispered, looking down on his food.

"No, don't even be sorry. Just stop trying to protect me."

"I'm your big brother-"

"You lost that title the moment you told me I don't belong here."

"He's no good for you, Lu. He's bad."

"Don't tell me what's good or bad for me, Rover. You can't just punch every guy who hits on me." I plead.

"I-" Rover sighs.

"Just... don't." I said. " Come on Paul, obviously Rover has some things to think over."

I grabbed Paul by the arm and took him out of the lunch room.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"To the nurses office."

"I don't need help, Luna."

"Yes you do, that could be infected." I point to an open wound around his black eye. It looked bad, and not to mention it was my fault basically. If only I was an only child.

"Everything heals, Luna." He claims.

"Please, Paul. Just go to the nurses office and get help? I feel really bad this happened and-" I ramble on and on until I was on the verge of death. Then there was point when I started swearing and using my brothers names.

"Luna." Paul said calmly, putting his arms around mine to steady me. I was going into insantiy now, and hyperventilating along with that.

"LUNA! Look at me." He ordered. I regretfully looked his way, into his deep brown eyes. "I'm fine, okay?"

I nodded, "Okay."

Regaining myself, I managed to say,

"Could I at least fix you up?" I ask.

"Luna- I don't need to be helped, I'm fine." He tried to convince.

"I know you're fine. But please, just for my peace of mind." I ask.

"Sure. Anything for you." He smiles.

We skipped our fourth period and decided to go to my house for his surgery.

"You don't have a car?"

"No." I admit. My dad was cheap. But then again I guess you have to be with such a large amount of kids living with you.

"Well, lucky for us, I do. Give her a minute to warm up and we'll be on our way," He grinned that goofy grin he gave me thirteen hours prior.

I almost forgot how cold it was until he brought it up. I ran my arms across my bare arms trying to give them some heat. It was so cold. How could it get so cold... I've never really felt like this before in Florida. It seemed strangely unfamiliar to me.

Paul motioned for me to get inside his truck, and I happily did. But it was much of a disappointment when I got in. Somehow it felt ten times colder than it was outside. Was this even possible?

"You look like you're freezing over there." Paul commented. " Come over here."

Paul motioned for me to come into his arms. No way. I felt bad that Rover punched him... that was all I was feeling right now towards him. Sympathy. And if he thought anything more, he was so wrong.

"Fine." He grunted. " Freeze over there, but when you turn into a human icicle, don't come crying to me."

I looked at him wearily. Why was he being like this... so... considerate? He was nothing like this in the lunch room. He was more...dangerous somehow in the lunch room.

"Technically, I couldn't come crying to you. I'd be frozen." I reply matter-of-factually.

He looked at me strangely before he responded with a comment,

"Smart ass."

I giggle, but at the same time considering his offer to go into his arms. Body heat did get you warm quicker.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh... nothing. You're just kind of cute when you're mad." Did I seriously just say that? Was I trying to get dragged into the Paul trap? Did he do this for all the girls he had sex with? Am I going crazy? Insane possibly?

"Come here, you look freezing." He ordered. I gave him a look.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Will you please come here, before you loose an arm or something. My truck probably won't start heating up in a while. We might as well at least try and not die of hypothermia." He motioned. I stared at him and his arms. And for once, I took a good look at him. He was in many ways handsome. He had midnight colored hair and bronze skin. There was a tattoo on his right shoulder and freckle on the upper part of his neck. His hands seemed to be strong and full of muscle. His nails seemed to be bad, probably because he had some sort of 'biting-the-nails' habit. But his eyes didn't have this characteristic. His eyes seemed to be deep, as if full of depth. They were the prettiest eyes I'd seen on a boy. He was, in many ways, resembling an Olympic athlete if you understand what I mean. The one all the girls want, but only one can have.

I resentfully scooted to his arms. He was really warm, and he felt like an over-sized teddy bear.

"Don't think that this changes anything, jackass." I warn. His grin broadened.

"I know."

Guys like Paul were dangerous for girls like me. And if I wasn't careful, I could fall in love with him. And that was something I just couldn't afford to do.

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