Paul sighed, managing to gain a bit more composure as his angered shaking followed suit with dieing down. That girl... She just infuriated him. Never had he met someone who could hold such a grudge for so long. Yeah, he used to tease her... But that was back when they were children! Being seventeen you'd think she'd grow up a little. 'Why... Why out of all people did I imprint on her?' He thought, tracking over to a patch of grass further out into the forest and lieing down on his belly. The way she acted had just got him so angry, he had no choice but to phase. He wanted her, he needed her, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was stuck with her now. No... He didn't actually hate her, how could he? He could only wish that he wanted nothing to do with her, and while he was mad... It wasn't because of her attitude even though he pinned it as such. It was because he had just been rejected. Such a thing only happened to him once in his life, and even then the girl was a bit tipsy so she didn't know what she was talking about... In fact, he managed to win her over no later then a day afterwards. Changing back into his human form Paul rolled over so that he was lying on his back and staring up at the trees that were lightly swaying in the breeze. A thin bead of sweat traced down his neck as he reached his hand up and placed the back of it on his forehead before closing his eyes. Katrina wasn't like any other girl. Even before the imprint he knew that. While he often went for the busted blonds, or even the easier slutty women he had always found her hard to get attitude attractive. Maybe that was why he bullied her all those years ago?
Whatever the case, he wished, for at leased a moment, he could forget her... Yet, at the same time, he never wanted to. Why was this damn imprint thing so confusing? He felt as if he was loosing himself, in a change that he probably would have been better off accepting but was too scary to do so. He had always been the buff bad-boy of the pack, so he couldn't understand how such a small girl could have such a big impact. Sure, with the direct mind link between him and the others he kind of knew what imprinting was like, but to experience the real thing first hand... It was unlike anything he could imagine. Her scent... It was everywhere! It seemed like every smell of every flower was mixed into one undeniable perfume. One that could still manage to get his attention from miles away. Actually, that's what kind of happened earlier, back when he first set eyes on her. He had been doing his rounds with Jacob and Quill, while Sam and the others were off talking to her father, and it just hit him. So empowering that he had no choice but to follow. And, seeing as he was already in his wolf form, managed to get there in record time. The stupid kid, balancing on a tree stump when it definitely wasn't a good idea. He Knew then what would happen, and in a flash, the moment she lost her footing, he ran to her rescue. It was instinct now. He needed to protect her. He wouldn't let anything hurt her. Not then, not now, not ever.
He needed to be with her.
Standing to his feet Paul started back in the direction of the house that he had just left, completely oblivious of his nakedness because of the possibility of seeing her face again. Even while she was in there, yelling at him, his heart was beating almost out of his chest. He hated to be away from her, and even though he badly wanted time to think to himself, the over all need was too much to ignore. "Hey, Pauly!" Someone yelled. That someone, upon further investigation, Paul realized to be Jacob. His arms were darkened with the oil from the car he had been working on, and visable stains were placed randomly on the shorts that he wore. "Put these on, you don't want to scar anything or one out here." He grinned, throwing what Paul guessed to be an extra pair of shorts in his direction. With the side effects of phasing it was always a good idea to hide clothes around. They couldn't just track through town in their wolf forms, and nor could they naked. With a grunted thanks he slipped into them and proceeded to walk further toward the house, only to be stopped again by Jacobs steadily growing annoying voice. "I wouldn't use the front door if I were you!" He warned, running to catch up with Paul as he made his way to the front of the building. "Your probably right." Paul grinned, eyeing every other possible entrance inside. It didn't take a genius to know he wasn't welcome. Especially with everyone's thoughts running through his own head. Her father was complaining to Sam about... Well, Paul obviously. And while Quill was stuck having to listen to the conversation, Embry was a bit harder to read. It seemed like the only thing he was thinking about was that girl... Heh... Looks like he wasn't the only one who imprinted. Either way, he knew there would be no way that he could take the stairs up to Katrina's room.
Laughing quietly to himself in triumph, Paul hit Jacobs arm playfully before running to the back of the house. Following the scent of his imprint and coming to an open window. Not that he needed it, but there was also a tree standing up beside. This was too easy. Way too easy. Backing up a little, he got to a running start, taking in a breath of the night air before jumping and grabbing onto a branch and swinging once before letting go then falling into the bedroom with a small thump. He waited then. Waited for any sign that he had been herd, but after a few seconds of nothing quickly stood to straightlyand walked towards the small form on the bed. He knew that she was sleeping based on how slow and steady her breathing was. So, using the fact to his advantage, Paul walked around the bed so she was facing him and sat as quietly as possible beside her. God she was beautiful. How could he not notice it before? He wanted her to be awake, to talk to her without starting some kind of argument. Thoughts getting the better of him Paul reached out to wipe a strand of her dark hair away from her pale face, though after seeing her stir a little uncomfortably,stopped himself from doing so. He knew that if she were to wake up it wouldn't look good on his part... He had to leave a good impression. Wait...Since when did he care about that? Everything about this was new to him, having to try at a relationship he desperately wanted to happen. 1) He never really had to try at anything because almost every girl he knew wanted him, and 2) He never cared this much about anyone. Shaking his head in frustration Paul stood to his feet and grabbed a blanket that was put out on the foot of the bed. 'This will have to do for now...' He grumbled in his mind, placing the fabric over her delicate skin before turning and walking back towards the window. He didn't want to leave her yet, not this soon... But he knew he had to take the process one step at a time. With one last stare back in Katrina's direction, he grabbed the sides of the window and jumped out into the night.
First things first, he needed to get her to forgive him.