I feel like I do this every time I post a chapter these days, but I want to say that I am sorry. Sorry that it has taken nearly a month for me to update this story, I no longer have finished chapters under my belt and like a crazy person I went from working part time to working full time. As some of you know from reading my other stories I have a kid and I work nights. Thing is the only time I can write is at night, and since I work nearly every night a week now my writing time is limited. OK ENOUGH of that, now for the fun stuff. The PROM chapter is here! Not only that but the PROM chapter is 20 pages in my word doc. That's right, this sucker is huge, so I've decided to split it in to two parts please don't throw rotten tomatoes at me. Since I have two parts I am going to post the first part tonight, and the second part on either Wednesday or Friday. I'm hoping on Wednesday because that will mean I've had time to write Chapter 20. So on with it, I hope you like it :)

Chapter 19
PROM part 1

Saturday morning Angela woke with a loud yawn while stretching out like a cat. As her arms lifted to the side her hand brushed up against something and she smiled. Paul hadn't been back to visit her while she was awake since the night he'd caught her in her prom dress. The next night Angela tired to stay awake and wait for him but sleep had taken her quickly. Every morning since then she'd awoken to something on the pillow next to her bed a reassurance that while he hadn't been there while she was awake he had been there.

Everyday the gift was the same, a postcard from La Push. Each day had been a prettier scene than the last until this one, as she flipped the card over she frowned the front of the post card was blank. Sitting straight up in bed Angela turned the card back over and noticed in a very messy very small scrawl. Are you ever going to show me yours? One simple sentence and Angela was smiling like a loon. Since they'd been down to that beach Paul had asked her on more than one occasion if he was ever going to get to see the amazing pictures she took. She wanted to show him, she really did but fear was holding her back. Amongst pictures of the beach and even some of the woods she had daringly taken while getting down there one picture had stood out, as soon as it had popped up on her computer screen her skin broke out in goosebumps and her gasp had been so loud that her mother had come into her room to ask her what was wrong. As quickly as she could she'd clicked to the next picture and told her mother it was one of the most beautiful pictures she'd ever taken. But it wasn't not really and she hated the time that it took to get her mother out of her room just so she could scroll back too it. A wolf stood perched at the top of the cliff, the wind blowing through its thick fur. Even still weeks later Angela would click on that picture on just stare it for an obscene amount of time, she didn't know what exactly it was but something drew her that picture.

Holding the blank postcard to her chest Angela shuffled out of bed and headed for the shower, tonight was her Senior Prom. After securing her hair in a top knot Angela grabbed a shower cap that she often used to deep condition her hair and tucked every last strand under it. Turning Angela let out a bark of laughter at the sight. She didn't have her glasses on, which was fine but she could see the slight indents at her temps where her glasses sat daily, and of course the thing that made her laugh the shower cap. It sat a top her head reminding her of her grandmother. The cap had a big red bow right in the center above her forehead and was covered in a floral rose pattern. She'd remember her grandma wearing this cap around the house not long before she passed away stressing that a lady didn't need to wash her hair every day for it to look beautiful. Angela rarely took that advice, but today she was her hair could be a pain when it came to holding a curl unless it hadn't been cleaned the night before. Stepping into the shower she smiled at the memories of her grandmother.

"Angela honey scoot a little closer to Jessica please." Angela nodded wanting nothing more than to scoot further away from Jessica. Her back yard was full of kids and parents and Mike who had been holding Jessica's waist since he'd gotten here smelled like a lothario, Angela was sure he'd used an entire bottle of his favorite cheap cologne. Holding her breath as she scooted closer she shot a glance at Bella who was blushing as normal at Jake's arm around her. When her eyes wondered up to Jake's he smiled at her before scrunching his nose and jerking his head toward Mike. Angela let out a little laugh before shaking her head and facing forward when she heard her mother clear her throat.

"Ok kids on three. One…two… thr, OH!" Three things happened at once, her mother jerked up smacking the button on the camera causing it to flash, warm arms wrapped around her form behind causing her to squeal and her two brothers who were looking board to tears started yelling Seth's name.

Shaking her head to clear the now yellow spots Angela tried to turn in Paul's arms but he tightened his hold, "Hey Angel."

Looking back at him Angela smiled when she saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt, probably the reason for her mother's reaction. "What are you doing here?"

Shoving his nose in her hair the sound of him sniffing it like a dog made her laugh, "What are you doing?"

"What's in your hair it smells fucking fantastic?" Paul growled while pulling her back into his body, her eyes widened for a fraction of a second when she felt his erection press against her behind.

"I, it's just-" Angela couldn't get the words out as he continued to press forward into her.

"Paul, so nice to see you again."

When Angela's eyes snapped open her mother was standing right in front of them, a smile plastered on her face. Behind her Paul snapped up dropped his arms and gave her a wave, "Mrs. Webber I hope you don't mind. Seth and I went for a run and I realized when we got close what time Jake said you'd be taking pictures for Prom. I thought I'd stop by and see Angela in her dress."

Angela watched as her mother's eyes darted between the two while Paul talked, "Oh it's fine! Plus the boys and my husband seem to have a savior, so that's THE Seth is it?" Her mom said waving her hand to the side yard where the four of them were already tossing a football.

Behind Angela Paul chuckled, "that would be him."

"The boys have talked about how awesome he is non-stop this week, thank you again for talking me into letting them go down last week and play."

Angela felt rather than heard the small growl that was working in Paul's chest but he nodded slightly before answering, "No problem, Seth had fun too, the boys can come down whenever they want."

"Are we ever going to get these pictures taken?" Jessica's snotty voice interrupted whatever it was that Angela's mother was going to say.

Angela could see the slight annoyance on her mother's face before she turned away, "so sorry Jessica I know you have places to be."

"Are you going to stay in this shot?" Once again Jessica's voice caught her attention.

Looking to the side Angela realized she was now talking to Paul who had once again wrapped his arms around her waist. One brow quirked up before a dirty grin spread across face, "a little too distracting am I?"

Jessica huffed before jerking forward, "a little too trashy" she muttered before whining again about getting her picture taken.

Angela's eyes turned to slits and she felt claws that she didn't even know she had fight to break through the surface, of all the damn nerve!

"Hey tiger, calm down, her ass doesn't bother me." Paul whispered this time right next to her ear. "Let your mom take the picture so they can get the hell out of here, I have something to give you."

With a quick jerk of her head Angela faced the front noticing that her mother was once again watching them closely, "we're ready."

On the count of three the flash went off again and not quickly after Jessica and Mike broke away from the group. Jessica muttering about how they were going to be late to dinner with Lauran and Eric, while Mike trailed behind.

Paul squeezed her tight as she watched her friend stomp through the yard, "she seems fun."

Snorting Angela wiggled a bit until Paul let her turn in his arms, "she used to be but the closer it gets to graduation the less," Angela paused trying to think of what she was trying to say, shrugging she came up with, "nice and more of pain."

Paul shrugged too lowering his forehead to hers, "it happens, people grow up, grow apart, especially when high school ends and they drift off."

Sighing Angela could make out the sadness in his tone, so she hugged him around the waist and very quickly dropped a peck to his chest before her father could see. What she didn't count on was the faint clicking sound of her camera going off in the close distance, "your mother is going wild with that thing isn't' she."

Groaning Angela pulled out of Paul's arm and placed her hand on her hip, "mom really."

Beaming with the camera still up focusing on the two of them her mom laughed before clicking another one off, "great pose honey that will be the one we blow up at your graduation party!"

Feeling like the teenager she was Angela was tempted to stop her foot, instead she figured her mother would snap a picture of that as well she stuck her tongue out instead. That of course pulled a fit of laughter from her mom before she wondered off to where the boys were still at it with the football. Once again the quite clicks of her camera started.

"So-" one single word was all she could get out before Paul pulled her behind the pine tree and took her mouth. "You look so sexy in this dress, better than the other night, with your hair curled and you smell fucking amazing too. Makes me tired of fighting it."

"Fighting what?" Angela's whisper came out husky as his kisses worked their way down her jaw and onto her neck."

"My fear, the impri-"

"Paul, you might want to ease up, her mom is looking for her again."

Angela once again felt the growl in his chest before he nipped slightly at her neck, "come here," Paul said while pulling her out into view.

Away from the cover of the tree Angela realized how close Jake and Bella were when Paul bumped into Jake's side, "I found these thought you'd like them."

Slowly Paul let go of her hand but placed a corsage on her wrist. She gasped thinking it was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen. The corsage was smaller with green leaves, a hint of babies breath with two white pom looking flowers, but in the center sat a flower that matched her dress perfectly. The flowers were secured around her wrist with a thin rope.

"Paul it's beautiful."

"Just some flowers," he grunted under his breath as his big fingers fought to tie a knot in the rope.

"You bought me flowers"

"Picked them," he grunted again, still unable to get the knot.

"Here Paul let me help you."

Her mother's voice stopped his muttering and Paul back away. Angela looked up at her mom's whose face was pink and had tears in her eyes, "he's a very sweet boy."

Angela heard a snort and looked over her mother's shoulder in time to see Paul jab Jake in the ribs.

"He is." She answered smiling at her mom.

Her mother smiled again before pulling back, "Paul would it be ok if I took a couple of pictures of you two and maybe one with you Jake and Bella."

As Paul looked down at his bare chest and cutoff blue jeans Angela could have swore she saw a blush, "actually I'm-"

"Oh nonsense you look fine, it's just a picture." Her mother shuffled them all toward the flowers close by and quickly snapped off a couple of pictures before he could protest. Just as quickly she was shooing Jake and Bella out of the way so she could snap three pictures of just the two of them and then turning the camera on Jake and Bella with the excuse that Charlie would like a couple of shots.

"You're mom's sneaky."

Smiling Angela answered "she is."

"We are headed to Emily's next, she said she wants some pictures too, are you going to-"

"I'll be there." Paul dropped a kiss to his forehead and bellowed to Seth that it was time to go.

Angela watched as Seth frowned slightly but dropped the ball and walked toward them.

"Mrs. Webber if you'd like to come down you are more than welcome to bring the boys, we are having a cook out of sorts before we go."

Angela couldn't stop the smile as Jake spoke, and just like Isaac and Josh were doing she wanted to beg and plead for her parents to say yes. Holding her breath Angela watched as her mother shot her father a look and he slightly shook his head yes.

The boys hooted while jumping around, Seth smiled too and Paul just rolled his eyes while grabbing Seth in a headlock, "I guess we'll see you all in a bit then."

~U~

Forty minutes later Angela was surrounded not only by her family but all of Paul's friends in Emily and Sam's front yard. Sitting on one of the tree stumps that Emily covered with one of Sam's coats Angela waited for Paul to show up. Seth had arrived not long after they had in different shorts and with a shirt on, Paul was still no where to be seen.

~U~

Paul growled gripping his hair as he prowled around his bedroom. As soon as he got back to La Push having pushed Seth nearly to his breaking point, he hopped in the shower with every intention of finding something else to wear other than his stained up cut off shorts. If her mom was coming down with that damn camera the least Paul could do for Angela was take a picture not looking like the trash her friend had called him.

As he gripped is hair and looked around his disheveled bedroom Paul snarled again, he was fucking trash. He lived in a one bedroom shack in the middle of La Push, he couldn't afford a cell phone, hell half the time he could afford his damned house phone, hence the reason his imprint didn't even has his fucking phone number.

Anger rising Paul kicked one of the milk crates that held up the end of his makeshift bed and roared.

"Fuck dude calm down."

Paul threw himself back on the bed almost smacking his head on the wall in the process, "what the hell do you want Jared."

"Well seeing as your girl is all glum at Emily's because you still aren't there I figured I find out what the hell was going on."

Paul spread his arms out wide while starring at the water stained ceiling, "you see it."

"Feeling sorry for yourself then?"

"Fuck off."

"No can do."

"Her friend called me trash."

Paul waited for Jared to say something and when he didn't after a few minutes he looked up to find his friend leaning against the door jam looking rightly pissed off.

"You're not fucking trash." Jared's hands were fisted across his chest but he could tell his friend was shaking.

"You sure about that Jared, look around you."

"Screw what those people say Paul."

Paul snorted in response.

"I can't believe that you care what some stuck up brat from Forks would say anyway, what's going on with you man?"

Shooting to his feet at the sudden burst of anger it took everything Paul had not to grab Jared by the collar of his crisp black shirt.

"I'm this close to taking her Jared, that's why it fucking matters."

Jared's eyes got wide, not out of fear but surprise, "finally."

Paul jerked away, "I can't hold off much longer. She fucking gets to me Jare and the other night in her room, she's mine. She knows it, knows that it's going to happen before she leaves college I know it."

"All of this," Jared said his arms spreading wide, "matters why?"

"She's going to fucking college Jared, I'm going to take her and then she's going to leave me. Why the fuck wouldn't she too, I'm too broke to even have a phone, my fucking girlfriend can't call me! She doesn't know where I live because I don't want her to know what kind of shit hole me and my dad live in, together!"

"She's not going to care man."

"I fucking care," Paul said punching his chest.

"If she's going to be stuck with me after fucking her once I don't want her living like this, that is if she fucking comes back to me, which she probably won't especially if she finds out what I turn into and why, not only that but like she's really going to stay if she does come back."

"Shit do you really have to work yourself up over this right now?"

"I don't even have a fucking shirt to wear so I can give her a nice fucking picture Jared."

Just as quickly as the words came out Paul wanted to take them back, and when he looked up at Jared he was slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, "the fuck are you doing."

"You're my best friend, so I'm going to give you this damn shirt. You're going to go get your fucking picture taken with you're girl and then we," Jared stopped while ripping his arms out of the shirt and forcefully tossing it at Paul's head, "are going to figure out a fucking way to make us all some damned money since it is so fucking important to everyone."

"What are you talking about," Paul grumbled while shoving his arms through the sleeves noticing how tight the damn shirt was going to be.

"Embry about had a flip out the other day, same shit about Leah."

"Fuck me," Paul muttered while fighting the buttons.

"Not tonight."

"Ha!"

"Seriously though," Jared said on a sigh. "We need to get something figured out and I need to go to school to be a damn counselor, apparently it's my calling."

With a smirk Paul rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and clapped his friend on the shoulders, "thanks man."

"Don't mention it."

~U~

Angela nearly swallowed her tongue when her head snapped when Paul's name was shouted across the yard. Holy cow he looks good Angela thought as he strode purposefully her way, Jared breaking off of his side to swing Kim up into his bare chest. When her eyes swung back to Paul her breath caught again, she'd never seen him look so good. He wore a pair of slightly distressed jeans that fit him perfectly tight in some places, perfectly loose in others. A black button up shirt that was rolled at the sleeves and beyond snug across his amazing chest, the first two buttons popped open showing her a hint of his tanned chest beneath.

"You keep looking at me like that and I'll take you right here in this yard." Paul growled out a sexy warning as he pulled her into his arms and without a care that everyone including her parents were watching slammed his mouth into hers, nipping once at her lower lip before pulling away.

"Mrs. Webber do you have time to take a couple more of those pictures since I'm dressed more the part?"

Angela heard her mother clear her throat and whisper, yes before Paul was pulling her in front of him before the camera began clicking away.

After a good five minutes of being wrapped in a lovely fog Paul had created Angela was pulled from her thoughts when Emily yelled that the food was ready and everyone her parents included scrambled that way.

As Angela took a step to follow the crowd she felt a pull on her arm, "come over here with me."

Following Paul into the woods she worried slightly that something was going to snag her dress but Paul made sure to carefully work her around thorn bushes. When they came to an opening a soft breeze blew across her face and she gasped, "I didn't realize they lived this close."

"Yeah not many people do, even the ones that live down here. Sam picked a pretty good spot."

Looking out at the ocean she smiled at Paul, "aren't you romantic."

Paul shook his head then looked down at her a frown marring his beautiful face, "I'm not."

When she opened her mouth to protest Paul dropped a thick finger to his lips, give it a minute you'll understand."

Paul's eyes blazed when he opened his mouth, "before you leave for college I'm going to take you. You're going to be mine. I'll try to go slow and give you what you deserve since you're a virgin but damn it even right now, the smell you're giving me, letting me know you want me too is almost too much. Tell me you're mine; tell me you won't hate me if I'm too rough."

"Tonight?" Angela squeaked out the only word she possibly could.

"Fuck no, not tonight, and not because I don't want to. My fucking girl isn't going to lose it on Prom night."

~U~

Angela let out a stuttering breath, one mixed with relief and arousal. Listening to Paul talk to her that way turned her on like she'd never been turned on before. She couldn't help when the memory of bright red heals thrown over Paul's shoulders flashed through her mind. It made her heart race wondering if that's how their first time would be. On the same thought it worried her, was that really how her first time with Paul was going to be? She knew how big he was, and yes he was big. The thought worried her, she knew a girls first time always hurt but with someone built like Paul and the fact that he told her outright that he wouldn't try to hurt her but it might, well that just made her fear rise.

With a slight jerk to her hand Paul's worried but blazing eyes looked down at her, "tell me."

Even with his eyes on fire for her and his chest rising and falling the way it was deep down Angela knew, "yes."

"Yes what, tell me."

"Yes I'm yours, and no I won't hate you Paul because you can't be too rough, it's not in you."

Snorting Paul backed away from her dropping her hands, "you think too much of me, you don't know what I'm capable of."

Walking over to him Angela wrapped her arms around his waist, "you forget I've seen you in action Paul, I think I know a little something about it."

She felt his body stiffen and a growl rip out of his throat, "shit you're bringing that up now?"

"I can't help it, I've thought about it Paul."

Just as quickly as he had dropped her hands he had them wrapped in one palm and held behind her at the small of her back, "you shouldn't talk that way, not right now."

Angela felt the words lodge in her throat, Paul looked on the edge of losing it and she wondered for a moment if she should hold them back. As his eyes shot from her face down to her breasts now nearly spilling out of her dress she cocked an eyebrow at him, "my legs thrown over your shoulders of course, not Mindy's."

"Fuck it," was all he managed to get out before pulling at the front of her dress. Angela sucked in a breath when her breasts bounced free and screamed his name with his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. His tongue lashing against her hardened nipple three times before he came up for air, "you're not wearing a bra." Then he bent and devoured the other one tightening his hold on her wrists when she struggled to get free, she just wanted to touch his hair, hold his mouth on her body forever.

Finally his hands dropped away allowing Angela to grip his head, they didn't stop wondering though. As his tongue continued to lave her breasts she felt the cool breeze kiss the backs of her legs as her dress rose. When the dress was bunched between them Paul grabbed her ass and growled, "Is this a thong too damn it?"

"Cheeky underwear" Angela groaned as he nipped at the side of her neck.

"I want you to wear my scent tonight Angela, I want you so thick with it no male will come within a mile of you."

"Please yes," Angela groaned as he kneading her bare cheeks in his large palms.

"I'm so close to fucking taking you right now, throwing you down on this fucking ground and screwing you so hard you don't know which way is up."

"Paul just something please."

"Do you want me to fuck you; is that what you're asking me to do?"

Angela felt her pulse kick up a notch if at all possible at the thought, would he, could they?

"I- I'm not sure."

Paul growled again low in his chest, and then Angela was flying her legs instantly went around his waist settling right against his rigid erection, she sighed at the same time Paul grunted. "You're so goddamned wet I can feel you through my jeans, so hot and ready for me."

"Paul please." Angela whined in such a needy voice had she been in her right mind she would have rolled her eyes at herself.

"I'll get you there." He reassured walking them over to a thatch of newly fallen pine needles.

Laying her down gently Paul kissed her mouth, neck and each one of her breasts before leaning back. Angela watched as he rose to full height on his knees and quickly worked at the belt she hadn't seen before and then the button and zipper. When his erection sprang free Angela gasped and reached for it but he gently batted her hand away.

"Tell me you trust me."

Locking eyes with him she nodded, "you know I do."

Paul nodded his head once, "don't be scared I'm not going to fuck you yet, but this is about as good as it is going to get tonight for the both of us."

Biting her lip Angela watched intently as he opened his knees and rocked forward while holding his penis at the base. For a quick second Angela panicked and tried to snap her legs shut, but Paul held them open, "trust me" he whispered and then waited.

Slowly Angela opened her legs and watched as one of Paul's hands slid down her thigh and fingered with the side of her white lace underwear. When his hand slid through side and his knuckles brushed against the light patch of hair she allowed there a ragged groan slipped from her lips. At the sound Paul jerked up and her underwear slipped between her wet folds and rubbed harshly against her throbbing clit.

"Oh my god," she squealed and clawed at the pine needles that surrounded her.

"So fucking beautiful."

Paul's voice caught her attention and her eyes snapped back between her legs, he was shaking his eyes darting from her bare breasts to her center, "so mine." With that his hand let go of her underwear and grabbed her hip with the other went back to the base of his penis. Pull your legs back but keep them open. Angela did so not know it was right until an animal like sound ripped from his chest. "Angel you listen so well."

The words were spoken in a sweet voice and then she felt the over heated tip of his dick run right over the center of her, not entering but slighting pushing until it followed the line that her underwear were still making between her slick folds. His fingers digging into her hip as his own pumped forward causing his shaft to run right up the full length of her. The action causing her underwear to dig into her overly stimulated clit.

Screaming unintelligible words even to her own ears she caught herself begging him to do it again, he was more than happy to oblige. First slow and teasingly then fast and hard grinding the head of his dick into her clit making her whine and writhe beneath him.

"You're going to come for me, and then I'm going to come on you." Paul growled pushing faster, grinding harder in the perfect rhythm.

"Oh please."

"Open your eyes."

Angela snapped them open not realizing that she had closed them.

"Mine"

"Yes," Angela screeched as her body lit on fire. She felt like she was falling but flying at the same time, every muscle in her body locking up and then relaxing over and over again, her eyes were still locked with his but his face so beautiful everything else slipped away. She was still shaking, flying and falling when he licked his lip and then bit down on it. When his eyebrows pinched together she knew he was close and then he snarled his fingers digging so hard into her hip her body didn't move as he rocked into her one last time. When she felt the warm liquid shooting across the top of her underwear and lower abdomen she gasped and fell again.

As his calloused palm rubbed across her stomach the haze that had covered Angela's vision cleared and she was able to realize what he was doing, "is this you marking your territory?" She teased her hand falling to his as he continued to rub himself into her skin.

"One mile," he muttered before looming over her.

Stealing a quick kiss Paul pulled back but rocked into her, letting her know that he was still hard and hot against her. "Thank you for trusting me."

Sliding her hands up and around his neck Angela pulled him down to her, "always."