Second Chances
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A/N: For the delay, I'm very sorry. I have been on the road since Friday. I will try hard to update more often. This is a little slow chapter. I hope it meets your standards. I will make Embry and Madison meet pretty soon! I promise to write a really steamy scene soon!
Dejected
Ok, just be calmed and relax. Everyone in their lifetime has had a moment like the one I had last week. Who the fuck was I kidding? All weekend long I had the damn image of the gorgeous Embry stuck in my head. His fucking muscular body, those abs, legs and tight ass... it was too much! Every time I thought about us getting down and dirty on the floor my body got warm and fluster with desire.
I love sex, but I don't believe in sleeping around with just anyone. I've only slept with my ex-boyfriend Tom and Embry. I started dating Tom in the seventh grade and when we both started high school that's when our hormones got a little deranged and crazy. Little chaste kisses escalated to passionate ones. Innocent touches became filled with want and desire, until we both succumbed to our needs.
Being with Tom was always sweet and tender. Nothing felt wrong. He loved me and I loved him for the most part of our relationship. It was hard when my father forced me to leave my old hometown to move to La Push. It was and it's still hard. I missed him dearly, but what happened between Embry and I was different. It was more than I can describe. I gave everything to a guy that I didn't even know. I wouldn't be surprised if his name wasn't Embry Call. I wouldn't be surprised!
I started walking down the buzzing corridor to my Spanish class. I was dreading entering class. I knew that the guy Embry called Paul was in the same class as me. I didn't want to hear what he'd to say. In fact, I feared that he would tell the whole school. That would just be plain humiliating. I would become the school's scank and harlot.
I inhaled a deep breath and took my seat behind a girl named Angela Constanza. The bell rang exactly as I took my seat. I took the notebook out of my bag and slouched in my seat. I was glad that Paul wasn't in the class. Hopefully, everything would be ok. Maybe I was too melodramatic about the whole thing.
"Buenos días, clase." said the Spanish teacher in a chirpy tone.
"Hoy vamos a conjugar verbos." she continued, walking in front of her desk and facing the entire class.
I sighed in frustration. How come I had to be in this class? Why did I need Spanish for? I mean, hello, I'm in America. English is the only language needed. The worst thing was that I actually knew Spanish and what she was teaching was far too easy for me. I needed a challenge and this class or any of my other class were not providing it.
"Paul Ominotago, you're late again!" she hissed, when Paul entered the classroom and slammed the door against the wall, interrupting the class.
"If you continue to be tardy to my class and being disruptive and inconsiderate of your fellow classmates, I'll send you to the principal."
The teacher turned to the chalkboard and began writing different verbs in Spanish. I didn't even dare to turn around to face my mortal enemy. I could just picture the rage in his eyes and the spiteful words that he was going to be saying to me. I wanted to run and just hide. I wanted to go back home and see my five brothers and family. I wanted to be safe and sound, away from this madman.
"Hey," a thick husky voice said behind me. "Hey, Embry's girl!"
Oh shit! It was Paul trying to speak to me or to Embry's girlfriend. I think it was Embry's girlfriend. Definitely! He must be having fun with me! He knows that I'm going to be looking at the person he's calling. He wants to make sure that I know the face of the girl that holds Embry's heart.
"Freaking idiot." I muttered under my breath. I wasn't going to fall into his web of deceive. I was going to be smart, calm, cool and collected. I wasn't going to let one mistake, very passionate and exciting event, control my life.
I started writing what was on the board, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. It wasn't a soft tap; it was more like a jab, a very painful jab. I turned around and found Paul's brown eyes staring back at me. He looked more intimidating than last time. I wanted to run far away from him. He was smiling at me, in a very uncomfortable way.
"Damn girl, I'm calling you." he growled at me, a very scary smile on his lips. I clutched my pen in my hand, ready to use it as a weapon to defend myself.
"Uuhh… why?" I asked, moving to the edge of my seat, gripping the pen with both of my hands.
"Well, you and I need to talk." he said, definitely amused at my reaction. He sat straight in his seat, crossing his arms over his massive chest and staring at me.
"A-about w-what?" I stuttered nervously, trying not to look him straight in the eyes. "T-there is n-nothing to talk about!" I added quickly, looking back and forth the teacher and Paul.
"Oh, sweetheart, we've a lot to talk about. But before we begin, what's your name? You never told Embry your name." he said very authoritative.
"It's none of your fucking business." I mustered to say, before turning around on my seat to face the front of the room.
Paul placed his enormous large hand on my shoulder, forcing me to face him. He was getting annoyed with me, but I really didn't give a damn about him. Ok, I did! I didn't want to talk to him, I wanted nothing to do with him, Embry or Embry's fucking girlfriend.
"We'll talk." he reassured me, his dark eyes fixed on mine.
"Paul and Madison gather your belongings and go to the principal's office. Your talking is interrupting the class. It's unfair for the rest of your classmate that do want to learn." the Spanish teacher yelled, making me jump in my seat.
"¡No puedo creer lo irrespetuosos y descortés que son los estudiantes hoy en día!" she chided, pointing at the door with her finger.
I shoved my damn notebook in my bag and stood from my seat. I wanted to shout and cuss at Paul. If I could just slam my heavy backpack against that massive head of his, he would probably leave me alone! I hated him for getting me in trouble. I hated our Spanish teacher for being so unfair.
"I wasn't being disrespectful or discourteous in your class. Paul was the one talking and bothering me. Plus, your method of teaching Spanish is archaic and outdated. Chickens can teach better Spanish than you! ¡Adiós!" I shouted, turning around and trudging out the damn door.
I knew that I was in deep trouble. I should've kept my damn mouth shut, but no… Madison had to open her big pie hole and dig her own grave!
I walked slowly down the hall, hoping that I remembered the stupid way to the principal's office. I just can't believe how much trouble I've gotten in, since I moved to La Push. My father's intention of turning me into a proper lady wasn't working.
"Wow, that was some stunt you pulled in class." Paul chuckled, placing his heavy arm around my shoulder.
I tried to wriggle free, but he was as strong as Embry. His skin was also extremely hot. He ruffled my hair and pinched my cheek very hard. I fought back, but in my attempt my backpack fell on the floor.
"You're bold to talk to Mrs. Hernandez like that. She's the principal's wife." he laughed, putting me in a chokehold position.
"Let me go, idiot!" I yelled, struggling to remove his strong arms from my neck. "Insipid asshole, let me go!" I said angrily, stepping on his large foot to no avail.
Paul continued to laugh, but finally released me. "So your name is Madison." he said, a pleased smile on his lips.
"Embry's finally going to be happy." he mumbled, putting his hand behind my neck and guiding me into an unknown direction.
We went down a flight of stairs in to a room that looked like an abandon Choir classroom. The musty smell was overwhelming and the desire to run was palpable in the air. I didn't want to be around this idiot, I knew that he was stronger than me and could easily snap me in two.
"What are we doing here?" I asked scared, taking a few steps away from him. "What do you want to do to me?"
Paul laughed, leaning against the door. He was so tall that his head touched the wall above the door. He was cute, but so intimidating and scary. I couldn't even admire him the way I did when I first saw Embry. Paul was really terrifying me. What if he wanted me- oh no! - What if he wanted to use me for sexual favors?
A bitter taste rose to my mouth, making me want to hurl all the contents of my stomach. The thought of that was too much.
"Look, I'm not going to do nothing to you. I just want to talk." he said, sensing my fear. He remained where he stood, looking down at me.
"What is it that you want to talk about? Just get it over with and let me go!" I shouted, hoping that someone would hear me and come to rescue me.
"First, I wanted to apologize for the other day. I'm sorry that I interrupted your joyous time with Embry. I also didn't mean to be such an ass to you." he said, crossing his arms behind his head.
"I just want to get to know you better. My friend likes you and I guess that I should put in the effort to like you too." he said nonchalantly, looking up at the ceiling.
Great! This was creepier than any suspense movie. Paul was really a fucking maniac. I think he suffers from bi-polar syndrome or something between the lines of schizophrenia or dementia.
"Well, you said your part. I guess I can get going." I said, tossing my backpack on my left shoulder. "You already know my name. You apologized and I can leave now."
I moved towards him and forced a smile. "You can now move out of the goddamn door and let me out." I bellowed, clenching my hands in fists.
Paul shook his head and smiled down at me. "Sorry, that's not how it works. You see, my friend Embry really likes you. He likes you so much that he broke up with his girlfriend of two years. He really wants to pursue a relationship with you." he said arrogantly, stretching his back to his full height.
"I also want to know how you feel about Embry." he said, turning serious as he searched my eyes. "Embry is a great kid. He's like a little brother to me. I want to know if your intentions with him are serious."
What the fuck just happened? Am I listening correctly or are my ears deceiving me? Who the hell does he think he is to be asking me such personal questions? I didn't even know what my intentions were. Shit, I know for sure that I have no damn intentions regarding Embry. I don't even want to see him!
"Well, Paul," I said pausing to create more drama. "Regarding your fucking Embry and his girlfriend, you can shove them all the way up your damn ass. I don't give a fuck about him. It was a fucking mistake that I will always regret. I should've never looked at him or let him fuck me. I think it was the lack of nicotine in my system that made me succumbed to it, because now I'm paying for my mistakes." I cried, swallowing hard the tears that were burning the back of my throat.
Paul's expression turned from anger to gloomy. He leaned back against the wall and nodded his head.
"Wow!" he managed to say, staring down at me.
Wow? That was all he could say? Ok, if I wait longer he'll probably start cussing me and hitting me. I should take the opportunity to jump out the opened window and make my brilliant escape.
"Look, I really don't know you. I tried to be your friend, but saying that being with Embry was a mistake is just fucked up beyond all reasons." he said poignantly, turning around and placed his hand on the doorknob.
He turned to look at me and just shook his head disappointedly. "I hope that today's words don't hunt you in the future." he said somberly, as he opened the opened the door.
I looked down at the floor, taking meticulous steps towards the door. When I reached the doorway I slammed against a solid wall of muscles. I looked up and saw the saddest, dejected expression on the most gorgeous looking Native American man.