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Ok here is the next chapter, it's a 2 part one, I will try to post the second part soon, but I have a family situation that is quite frankly, sucking the writer in me. My grandfather just died this past Friday 18 after a week of agonizing, so to all of you out there reading this, I ask you for a single prayer for his eternal rest.

Thank you to all those who have reviewed, NinjaHarryPotter4life, thanks, I'm so happy you liked it, and about the dog, well, that's sort of the mystery, there will be other obvious signs around that will start building things up, I clarify, it wasn't a vampire, Paul would have smelled it and ran Cory up to the north pole to get her safe, so keep guessing.

To kikikiki, I thing I fixed that, I'm not entirely sure, so if you could please tell me if I did it right once you read this, and thank you so much for the support, it really means a lot to me.

To LiveFreeDieWell (Awesome name by the way) thank you for the info, I just barely noticed that review (silly me) I haven't looked it up but I saw it on tv a lot, just thought it was that way, I'll fix it as soon as I figure out how, thank you for reading and reviewing.

So I think that is it, other than reminding you guys of that contest of soundtrack for the story and to drop of any playlists you have, I'd say you're good to go, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 12: Bail, part 1

Paul and I walked to the little dinner in a weird silence, at least I was uncomfortable. Paul on the other hand, practically skipped all the way. About a couple of blocks from the dinner I got to freaked out with the silence that I started French braiding my hair, which was a lot.

I knew now that this whole thing was quite sincerely, stupid from me. There were some very basic rules to identify a potential danger that every girl could just feel in her gut… my gut was in pain.

Seriously: a guy steals your garbage can, you don't ask him to watch your house for the weekend. A huge freaky looking dude flashes you and stalks you, you do not ask him out for breakfast. Very simple.

Too bad I was a sucker for pity trips.

About the time we crossed the dinner's door I was halfway thru the braid so I couldn't open the door myself. Paul walked in, keeping the door open, not even looking at me as I passed. I think he actually sniffed the air as soon as he was inside.

I felt better at that. If a man opens the door for you and stares and waits for you to say thanks, then it was premeditated, so it's fake courtesy, mostly by guys that want to 'score'. In Paul's case, I knew he wasn't trying to get a move on me… yet.

The place was warm and filled with a hypnotizing rich sent of coffee looming the air with a bit of a touch of bacon. I inhaled deeply, braiding my hair down by the right side of my neck and followed Paul to one of the empty tables in the far corner.

I sat down next to the wide window that faced the parking lot and the increasing amount of trees as the road went further away from Forks. Paul sat next to me but gave me my space, for what I was immensely grateful, and smiled down at me. I looked away, staring intently at my braided hair as I finished.

A middle aged woman with platinum blond hair and lips painted a dark red, wearing an impeccably white apron and a puckish smile that made my cheeks heat up walked up to us, holding a couple of long, folded plastic menus.

-Good morning- she said, tone hinting the word 'good' in a way it made it sound dirty-, here are your menus, I'll leave you two a minute to decide.

Paul and I smiled her goodbye, as soon as her back was to us, my smile dropped and I sighed, I abandoned my hair to gravity as I remembered I hadn't brought anything to tie the end. The final twist started to slowly undo before my eyes. I sighed again.

-Here, let me- started Paul bending slightly over to search for something on his ankle. I followed his every move as I held the ends of the braid. Paul hadn't struck me for the type to carry hair accessories everywhere but apparently I was wrong.

I second later Paul straightened in his seat holding a long, thin leather string. Warning me with his eyes he carefully approached me, replacing my hand over the braid with his. I stared at his hands, pulse quickening as I suppressed the urge to back away though the curiosity was stronger, and Paul had become a very alluring enigma.

Paul wrapped the string around my hair a couple of times, hands soo gentle and light as a feather's caress. His long, slender fingers twisted the string into a little knot and then formed a fragile ribbon with the loose ends of the string. His thumb hesitated over the leather to then stroke the end of my hair with it's tip, a soft and mesmerized look on his face.

I cringed away, feeling self conscious and slightly scared, murmuring a thank you as I rolled the sleeves of my shirt to free my hands. I took my menu and flipped it open, ignoring Paul the best I could while having him so close and staring straight at my face.

-It's rude to stare. I said, after an excruciating minute of taking his burning gaze, not taking my eyes off my menu as I cursed myself for agreeing to this whole nonsense.

-Who's that shirt? Paul asked, his eyes still intent on my face. I cocked an eyebrow but kept searching the menu for something acceptable to eat. A knot formed in my chest as I answered: -Mine.

-Yeah I know, but, who's was it before it was yours? He asked again, a soft tinge of impatience. I ran my finger tips on the borders of the menu, swallowing the urge to tell him off as my breath became each time harder to take. It wasn't his business what I wear or not wear.

-A Nike clothes store.

I heard him sigh but otherwise remained silent as we both viewed our menus, I debated between some scrambled eggs and bacon or pancakes and milk. I faintly remembered the smell of my mom's breakfast and made up my mind. I was supposed to eat pancakes this morning and I was going to eat pancakes damn it.

I set my menu down as I glanced around the place. There were a quite lot people, mostly elderly couples, one tourist family and various others on their way to work. Strangely enough, that didn't make me feel any better. Being with Paul was too stupid to see the bright side.

-So- Paul's rough deep voice hit me like a train, making me shiver as I remembered his close presence. Seriously, how could I forget about him if he was as big as a mammoth and boiling hot?-, how are we going to do this? The same old 'I ask then you' stuff?

I dared myself to look at him, I felt the same uneasiness I was starting to get each time I met with his eyes, flaming brown eyes, screaming with that masked feeling he seemed to have for me. I was glad he at least tried to hide it, not that it made much of a difference with such expressive and open eyes, but I preferred this than that terrifying display of his affections he'd given me before. I still didn't know how to handle that.

I shrugged: -Pretty much, but I would like to lay down a couple of rules.

Paul nodded, shifting slightly in his chair, orientating his huge form towards me, seeming almost enraptured by my speaking. I again tried to ignore this the best I could as I began to articulate my ideas: - First: we have three bail questions, no explaining needed and you can't ask it again after we've wasted our bails, second: no 'one syllable' answers, yes or no and the why's, third: no lying, for each lie you tell me, I will lie back at you, deal?

Paul frowned, his forehead creasing and the corners of his lips turning down in an 'almost pout'. I knew what he wasn't so happy about: point number three. I nearly laughed, of course he was planning on lying, and a lot apparently. He frowned a little longer, then his expression relaxed, as if he'd just remembered something and finally nodded.

Then I just had to smile… he thought I wouldn't be able to catch him on the lies.

The same blond waitress came then and took our orders, I asked for the pancakes and Paul asked for the whole storage. It was sort of funny the face she put but I still wasn't in the brightest mood to laugh. She scribbled down our order with shaky hands, sending me sideway glances as if asking: 'this isn't a prank is it?'. I ignored her too as I pulled my legs up on the seat, crossing them Indian style as I readied myself for the interrogation.

Today I was going to have to put a lot more attention on Paul's expressions and voice, it was a lot more important now for me to know the truth than it had been before, and even though I knew enough of Paul, I still didn't trust him. I just needed a stronger reason to finally cut him out of my life.

I turned my eyes now at Paul's happy ones. I just wish it's soon…

-Well, you first. He smiled, to confident that I was a little offended. If I caught him in the first lie he dropped on me, what could possibly made him think I couldn't do it again? Anyways, I needed to test him… make him waste his bails fast.

-How did you know where I live?

-We followed you. Paul blurted, nonchalant and smiling arrogantly. I snorted a disbelieving laugh. Paul smiled wider at me, eyes glistering with mischief- You thought I was going to lie about it.

I fought a smirk, biting my lower lip as I waited for him to continue. He let out one amused laugh: - Well, I said I wouldn't, I want to get to know you and you to know me, lying won't make that happen.

-Why did you follow me? I urged him, I already knew the answer of course, he'd made it quite obvious a while ago, but I was hoping for him to make a slip, any slip would do, I just needed one way to crawl in. And he had to make one eventually

-After we met at the beach- Paul started, an ironic smile playing on his lips-, I told my friends about you, they said they had met you too and that they would help me out- his eyes narrowed in a resentful glare, darkening his eyes as he seemed to transform into a whole other person, bigger, angrier, dangerous-, but they got the wrong girl.

I nodded: - They confused me with Amber.

-Yeah- Paul's face softened after I spoke, his eyes permanently glued to my face as he brightened, transforming again as if he'd never been mad at all, another Paul entirely- I guess it was my fault, I wasn't able to really tell them who I was talking about- he chuckled under his breath, as if he'd remembered a inner joke as he added-, which is odd in me, and your friend was the only one who they'd seen.

"So, by the time I figured out the mistake, it was too late…- I looked up at him as his voice became lower and sad, his eyes wasted no time and bore into mine, a slow smile starting to show-, but then, the music enlightened me.

Paul made a awed posture, lifting his both arms in an Halleluiah way, making a mock sound of the heavens opening up before him. I shook my head, smiling at the memory he painted for me. Yet another thing to thank Amber for, if it hadn't been for her blasting her car, he wouldn't have found me. Thank you very much Amber, I am so happy now.

Sarcastic thoughts aside, I realized it was Paul's turn to ask, I felt nervous but I willed myself to show nothing, I already knew how to handle this, I'd already chosen carefully which things would be absolute bail and which ones I could trick my way out without lying. I was an expert at that.

-My turn, who's that shirt?

I was shocked to say the least. Hadn't we gone over that one already? A single look at Paul's face told me he was completely serious, I huffed a laugh: - Bail.

-What? Come on! Paul complained, face sincerely disappointed and upset.

-Bail. I repeated, sending reassuring glances to the people around us that eyed Paul anxiously after his little outburst. Paul deflated dramatically in his seat, glaring at the sealing as he grunted

-Why can't you just tell me?

-Bail. I sang smirking as I purposely played around with the long ends of the sleeves, enhancing the fact that it was a man size and I wore it comfortably. Paul caught this and glared at the piece of clothing.

-I don't see what the big problem is, just give me name. He insisted, opting from glaring at my shirt to pleading at my eyes. I shuck my head: -Bail.

-But-

-Bail.

-Come o-

-Bail.

-Can't you say something else? Paul said, voice rough and deep, frowning at the table like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

I smirked: - I can actually, how does goodbye sound?

Paul's head darted up so fast I didn't even see the blur his form must have been. I was startled and jumped involuntarily as he glanced straight in my eyes with fear and the unshielded love that made me cringe. Paul hurriedly covered up his features with a scolded frown, murmuring defeated: -Bad.

I nodded as I swallowed, my throat feeling abnormally dry. I was just in the process of recomposing myself when Paul's frown deepened: - As you didn't answer my question I get to ask again.

I wanted to protest but kept my mouth shut, I hadn't said anything about that so, I guess it was his right. I sighed and nodded. Paul's face relaxed and took a more anxious look as he blurted out his question: -That Jamal guy, what exactly are you with him?

-Friends- I replied immediately-, he was around when you so gallantly traumatized Amber and he's helped us out a lot, he's a good friend.

Paul nodded, all doubt leaving his face as he smiled down at me, not one bit offended with that snide comment about scaring Amber for life. So far, this seemed to be typical of Paul.

-My turn- I said, rolling my sleeves up as they slid down, covering my knuckles-, I know I've asked how you know where I live but now I'm asking you 'why' do you even care in following me around.

I suddenly felt my heart rate speed as I prepared myself for what I knew would be the most important answer I needed, even if a part of me was hoping he would just bail this one, I prayed he wouldn't. This was all I needed to know to make a decision, stay or leave, just this one…

Paul forced his gaze on mine, digging fiercely thru, searching for something in my eyes, debating over something crucial for what felt like an eternity.

Then suddenly, that well built barrier, held up for my sake, in his brown eyes crumbled down, his eyes darkened into a deep coal while a light grew in them, making him truly glow as he whispered the four words that would turn my world into a living nightmare.

-Because I love you…

Hahaha, I just had to drop the L bomb, please review and tell me what you think, or just say hi, I really need socializing right now, till next chapter…