AN: Thanks for all the positive reviews guys! I didn't know how everyone would take a non-canon pairing, but I'm really glad you liked the first chapter! Just so everyone knows, its about September in this story. The next chapter should be out soon-ish. The story will most likely be all Paul's POV, until the very last chapter or epilogue, which ever I do. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Handle With Care

I would have ditched school if Sam didn't show up and drag me to class personally. The bastard had mind reading powers when we weren't even phased. I paid no attention to anyone in the school. I think I might have flipped off a teacher but ever since I grew six inches and gained seventy-five pounds of muscle, they really don't pick on the little things any more.

I did however have to deal with two girls that I had made plans with for Friday, tomorrow, and had to turn them down without making them cry. I hate it when chicks cry. I had never felt so much guilt when I thought about what I would have done with those two if I hadn't imprinted on Anna. And she'd still be in a shed with no one to watch out for her.

Since I only have three classes I only have half a day of school. After lunch I drove down to Forks and to the diner and waited until school let out.

Yeah, I know, I'm still a stalker. But it could be worse, I could be outside her classroom window counting down the seconds. But Sam had already ordered me not to. Three and a half hours later Forks High School let out and the fuck-face teenagers where filling the diner. I sat in my truck fidgeting as Anna rode her bike around the back, where I had parked, and chained her bike to the same pipe before going in through the back.

I had to use all the control that was in me not to fly out of my truck and take her away. Far away. Where there were no teenagers. Well, other than us, I guess. She was wearing jeans, that didn't look much different from the pair she wore the other day, and a gray shirt that fit her a little better. She still looked too small and fragile. I'm afraid to breathe on her in fear that I would hurt her.

She didn't go inside immediately. She leaded against the back of the building with a notebook and she looked like she started doing her homework. I was impressed to say the least, I can't do my homework without my mom hovering over me. I was almost hoping she would go in because I was clawing through the seat of my car trying to stop myself from getting out.

Sam better be fucking proud. And the next time I see him I'm throwing him down just to get out all of this pent up… whatever it is. That is, if I can step away from Anna long enough. Just thinking about leaving her made my stomach flop and my fingernails start to grow into claws. I had to remind myself that I wasn't going anywhere soon just to make sure I didn't tear my truck into shreds.

No one in either of the two packs would be surprised if I did, but everyone in the diner would sure be confused to see a pick-up truck sliced like fresh baked bread. I could hear Sam yelling at me now. And I haven't done anything yet. I should really spend less time around them all it starts to get pathetic when I know what they will do in situations that haven't even happened.

Four o'clock rolled around and Anna put her book away into her bag and walked into the diner. I turned off my truck and jumped out and stuffed my keys in my pocket, making sure I had some cash in my pockets as well. I tried to walk as casually as I could to the diner and had to fight with the teenagers to get a booth near the kitchen doors. It wasn't much of a fight since they looked at me then ran.

The waitress came up and tried to flirt with me. Yesterday I had flirted with her a little, and now I couldn't care less about her because I knew Anna was in the room behind me. I ordered a burger and waited for Anna to come out of the kitchen. The booth next to me was full of girls that were giggling in my direction. I had half a mind to scare the piss out of them when Anna walked out.

She had a dark apron on over her shirt and her hair was tied back again. The bin she rested on her hip still made her look like a stick figure but just seeing her calmed me down. I lost the urge to massacre the whole place and watched my imprint intently. She started cleaning two spots on the bar and the football team started filing through the diner and almost knocked her over the bar.

The bottom of the table I sat at now had permanent marks of my fingers on it. I would have chucked the table at the band of idiots if one of the trailing football players hadn't helped her back on her feet. I didn't like the fact that he was touching my imprint either but it was better than her getting tossed around.

I got my burger and soda and watched as Anna went through the tables and cleared off all the dishes. She piled the bin to a ridiculous height and as she was walking back to the kitchen a table of assholes close to me started muttering. I knew what they were going to try and do and I glared them down before they could even form the plan. A few of them recoiled under my stare and Anna made it through safely.

As she passed me I couldn't help but take a deep breath of her scent. She smelled like mountain air and paper. All I wanted to do was follow her into the kitchen but I stopped myself again. This time it felt like I was punched in the gut when I didn't follow my instincts. The carnal urge to seek out Anna hurt a lot more to shoot down than to kill people for looking at her wrong.

I ate my burger sourly and waited for her to come back out. This whole, sit-back-and-do-nothing, approach was fucking crap. I have next to no patience in daily life, but when I want something, well, let's just say, I've got a lot less than no patience. As if on cue Anna walked back out from the kitchen with a different bin and started collecting dishes.

I was amazed how just seeing her made all my anger go away. All the bitter words and promises for pain fly out the window just because she walked into the room. She of course wasn't paying any where near as much attention to me. The only thing she had been looking at consistently was the floor and the dishes.

Just like yesterday no one paid her any attention unless they were cooking up something cruel for her. I stopped them with well aimed snarls. She was on her fourth bin full of dishes when she walked toward the kitchen then stopped right next to me.

Her back was turned to me and I could watch her without being caught. The shirt she was wearing made her look even smaller. Or maybe it was because she was inches away from me. I think I could have looped my finger through the belt loops of her jeans and tugged her up and over the table without a problem. I didn't hate how small she was, I just really wished she had more meat on her bones. I wouldn't be so afraid that someone would come along and snap her in half if she weighed more than table I sat in.

She tried to hike the bin higher on her hip with her knee but she only lost her balance and fell. Right into my lap. I thanked whatever gods there were that she landed mostly on my leg and that she landed on me and not anyone else. She wasn't as boney as she looked, but she was still so small it was almost like there was nothing on my leg at all. It was probably not even five seconds later when she left my lap. I tried my hardest not to frown.

Anna struggled with the bin and looked at me apologetically. "I'm so sorry." She said frantically.

I stood and grabbed the bin from her and helped her balance it. The top of her head came to my chin and looking down at her made her even smaller. She looked up at me almost fearfully and I nearly choked on air. "Its okay," I said trying not to sound as upset as I was.

Her big hazel eyes lost the fear and apology and instead looked up me confused. There must have been something I did that she didn't understand and I really didn't care, this was time for me to be close to her that didn't involve stalking. Her lips pursed, just like they did last night, and I almost fell into them.

The stupid manager ruined everything by storming up to us and yelling at my imprint. "Anna! Get those to the back!" She scrambled into the kitchen and my fingers twitched to rip out his tongue. I turned slowly to face him as my hands turned into fists and I started to shake. "I apologize for her. She's good at her job, just horrible at walking. Your meal is on us." The manager patted my shoulder and went back to the bar.

I took in five deep breaths to stop myself from phasing, yelling, or fighting. "Thanks," I ground out to no one and sat back down.

Not much longer my waitress came up to my table and refilled my soda. "Sorry about her. I don't even know why Scott hired her all she does is cause trouble." The brunette said rolling her eyes. I wanted to rip them out of her head.

"Last I checked getting tripped and shoved by jackass' is something you don't control." I growled.

The waitress swallowed loudly and looked down at the pitcher of soda. "Would you like anything else?" She asked quietly.

"No," I answered sharply. She flitted off a second later and I was thankful. Everyone here was starting to get on my nerves.

An hour later while I still watched Anna work the diner started to empty. A few girls tried to flirt and I wasn't gentle when I turned them down. My good will only extends to the girl carrying the dishes. Around six-thirty the diner had thinned out so much three waiters were sent home. They had a weird dinner rush. I was pretending to text on my cell phone when the manager went stalking into the kitchen.

I head him yelling at Anna and another bus-boy about no one being in the diner so one of them could go home. I saw the bus-boy dart out of the kitchen a second later. The manager came out sulking and Anna followed with her bin. There was only me and an old man in the diner but a few tables were still dirty with dishes so she started out in the front and worked her way back.

It was easier to watch her without so many people in the diner. The waiters had disappeared and so did the manager. The old man at the bar was reading his newspaper and couldn't care less if a bomb went off behind him. Between picking up the dishes and wiping off the tables Anna would look over at me as discreetly as possible. I probably wouldn't have noticed, if I wasn't staring at her.

She blushed every time she found my eyes. I felt more and more at ease. Time trailed on as I continued to watch her and soon it was eight. I heard her tell the manager she would see him tomorrow and I had to rush to my truck from there. I didn't bother to leave the waitress a tip, she insulted my imprint she's lucky to be standing on her own.

When I got to my truck Anna still wasn't out of the restaurant so I was able to start it and look casual… ish. A few minutes later she came out and started unlocking her bike from the pole before stopping. She looked frustrated so I rolled down my window and listened in.

"Great," I heard her soft, musical voice mumble. She crouched down next to her bike and I tried to focus on what she was looking at rather than her butt.

Once I got a hold of myself I saw the chain of her bike was missing. I already knew it was the fucking teenagers. I put a cap on my anger and slipped out of my truck and walked toward her. She didn't notice me as I walked up to her.

"Need some help?" I asked casually which was the complete opposite of my actual mood at the moment.

Her head snapped to me and she looked bewildered as she got to her feet. It still didn't make her much taller. "Oh, um, not really." She answered awkwardly.

"Not really?" I asked trying not to sound as amused as I was. She looked like a deer caught in head lights and still looked beautiful.

"Its ok-kay, I'll be fine." She stammered.

I leaned down dramatically to look where the chain was missing from and looked between the bike and her. She swallowed hard and looked away from me. I felt my gut twist seeing how uncomfortable she was around me. "I could have sworn bikes don't work very well without chains." I said almost sarcastically as I stepped back from her.

She sighed heavily. "You're not the only one." She muttered.

"I can give you a ride to the bike store." I offered with a nod to my truck.

"I have another chain, it's at my house, but I can get it." She said shaking her head.

All I could think about was her walking the almost six miles to her crazy parents and her shed. Not to mention the idiot drivers that would run her over. "Sure you don't need a ride?" I asked again, trying not to sound as desperate as I was.

I watched as she looked between my truck and toward the direction of her home. I prayed that she would actually accept my offer and I wouldn't have to stalk her back to her house. Again. "Okay," She said almost defeated.

I smiled as smally as I could without looking like an idiot and picked the bike up easily and carried it toward my truck.

"I can do that." She said as she followed me.

I seriously doubted she could carry the bike like I was, but then again I've been surprised by smaller girls. "Not a problem," I said casually as I set it in the bed of my truck.

I walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for her, I could have sworn I saw her blush when she got into the truck. I tried not to smirk as I walked to my side of the truck and fold in. I started the truck and started pulling out of the parking lot. I was about to head down the road she did last night when I remembered I don't want her to know I'm a stalker.

"Where do you live?" I asked while I drove out of the parking lot and toward the only exit out.

"Take a right." Anna said quietly, pointing down the street.

Anna mostly guided me with small sentences, 'turn here', 'next street', 'house with no garage'. I hadn't actually noticed her house didn't have a garage until she pointed it out. It was hard not to stare at her while I drove. She was very quiet and tense. She looked out the windshield stiffly and didn't even glance in my direction. I wasn't going to complain though. I was driving my imprint home instead of following her and watching her get frost bite.

It was raining a little harder than yesterday when I pulled into her driveway, and there was no crappy car and I couldn't hear anyone in or around the house. Anna let out a long, relieved sigh and I almost did the same. She was out of the car no sooner than after I parked it and I followed just as quickly to make sure I'd be the one to get the bike out of the back. She gave me a face when I reached the bike before her and I smiled triumphantly.

"Where do you want it?" I asked as I set it on the ground.

"Over by the shed." She said pointing to her canary yellow shed.

I pushed the bike to the shed with her and watched as she pulled out her keys and unlocked the shed and slipped in discretely, trying to make sure I couldn't see in. I already knew what was in there anyway. I waited for a few seconds and she came back out with a chain. I held my hand out for it and she gave it to me, very begrudgingly.

I knelt down and put the chain on while Anna held the bike steady. I took my time with the chain and thought of anyway I could stay longer, with her. I didn't want to leave her, not when I just started talking to her.

"How are you with math?" I asked suddenly. Truthfully, I don't even know where the question or the train of thought came from, but I seriously didn't care.

"I have a ninety-five percent in my Pre-Calc class." She answered confused. I was impressed.

I finished with the chain, since I have something else to talk to her about. "So, tutoring my dumbass in Algebra wouldn't be that hard for you?" I asked as I stood up.

"Well, I don't know if I'd be any help." She muttered, looking down at her feet.

"Did you pass your Algebra class?" I asked.

"Yes," She answered still bashful.

"Then you'll be able to help." I told her knowingly.

She made a thinking face and I had to tell myself not to kiss her. "I can only do it on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday." She said then paused. "And it can't be here." She added firmly.

"My mom would love to see me actually working, if that's okay with you." I said cautiously.

She nodded. "Could you pick me up? I don't think I can ride all the way to La Push."

Like I'd let her bike all the way up to the Rez. "No problem." I reassured her easily. "I don't have much to pay with, but I can offer my handyman services." I said pointing to the bike.

"How are you with cars?" She asked hopefully.

"I rebuilt my truck." I answered pointing over my shoulder.

"I have a car, but it doesn't run. I can get all the parts you need, but I can't afford labor, so if you can help me get it running, I'll help you for as long as you need me." She explained.

I almost skipped. "Deal." I said with a grin. "I'm Paul by the way." I said holding out my hand.

She looked a little nervous when she reached out and shook my hand and I made sure to be as gentle as possible. "Anna," She said after she dropped my hand. "I have homework to do, so, I'll meet you at the corner store around nine Sunday morning?" She asked anxiously.

"Works for me." I said smiling widely, I couldn't help myself now.

"Bye," She said shortly and turned to start chaining her bike to the shed. I left against my instincts, knowing she didn't want me to see her go into the shed.

I got back to my truck and drove away from my imprint feeling a little more at ease. I wouldn't see her for a few hours, but I would be okay. I still had her smell in my truck as I drove home and it kept me calm. I'd probably sleep in here tonight. When I got home I saw my mom's car and realized an important fact. I hadn't told my mother, who I haven't seen in two days, that I imprinted. Crap.

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