"F1rst Love" –Uffie

You make feel so beautiful / It's like the sun is always shining when you're in control / You are my Mr. Mystery / And there's no way I can explain the way you make me feel


Usually, I was pissed beyond belief whenever I saw Paul stroll into the picture with his possessive attitude. However, the idea of Liam getting his ass handed to him made me sort of frisky. I could feel goosebumps forming on my arms and my heart gaining speed. Even Sam, Emily, and Kim inside were watching with intent. Sam even stood off the couch and was at the door, leaning so as to give the other spectators a view.

Liam and I continued to look at Paul who stood at the other side of the yard, heaving his chest in anger. He stalked over to us, like how a predator intimidates its prey by walking all creepy like. If I didn't know Paul, then I'd be terrified of this man who's clenching his fists, grinding his teeth, and shaking uncontrollably.

"I'm not going to tell you again," he growled at Liam, who was shaking as well (just from fear), "LET GO OF MY DANNI!"

"Your Danni?" my mom had to go and scream from the car. She rolled down her window and poked her head out of the vehicle. "She's my daughter and I trusted you with her! And what did you do? You keep her hostage, you sick pervert! You should be ashamed!" Huh, that was the one time my mom ever stood up for me. It felt kind of nice, but I still wanted Paul to kick Liam's ass.

Thanks to my mom's speech, Paul looked a little red with embarrassment and hung his head a little bit. He switched his gaze to me, running his eyes over my body. He knew damn well that my cast and that stupid anklet were very much partly his fault; and I could tell by the agonized gaze on his face that it killed him deep down.

"I'm sorry Danni," he partly whimpered, struggling to keep a tough façade.

I cocked my eyebrow. Did this mean he's not going to beat up my stepdad? Damn!

"Let's go!" Liam grunted, gaining his confidence back. He yanked on my arm and led me off towards the car. I unwillingly followed, half-dragging my feet and hopping on my good foot. "What happened to your leg anyway? Know what? Nevermind."

Paul just stood there watching as Liam dragged me away, his conscience finally deciding to take over. I don't know why he was allowing Liam to take me; his wolf was still in control. Shouldn't his protective/possessive instinct kicked in by now? Maybe he didn't want to see me anymore?

I felt something weird inside my chest. It was like indigestion, mixed with someone repeatedly punching me. No, a more accurate description would be like a hole was just ripping its way through, hallowing me out, painfully tearing my heart apart. Why the hell was I feeling this?

I could hear my mom start the car from the passenger side, most likely bored and not wanting to waste anymore of her precious time here.

I saw Sam walk out of the house and put his hand on Paul's shoulder. "Maybe it's for the best, ya know? Give her time to cool off and you too," he said. It figures Sam would be in support of sending me away. That asshole!

Wait! Why am I so angry about getting sent back home? Wasn't that what I wanted in the first place? To be away from Paul and his stupid love? Yes it is! Then why the fuck am I so depressed over the fact?

"Paul!" I yelled out. I had no idea what to say, no idea how to accurately describe my feelings so that he would allow me to stay with him some more. Therefore, I just said the first thing that came to my mind. "Help me! He's hurting me!"

Paul perked up, his body tensing. A low growl escaped his mouth and his eyes darkened.

"What?" Liam cried out, looking at me in disbelief. "I barely touched you! Fucking liar!"

Playing up the game, I let out a pained screamed and dropped to the ground. "Let go! You're breaking my arm!" I fought the smirk that tried to expose itself on my face.

"Shut up you stupid-" Liam began to shout, but in a second I felt his grasp torn away from my arm and heard his shriek of pain and surprise.

I looked over to see Paul repeatedly punching Lima in the face, sounds of face to metallic-fist sounding out over and over, each hit making me happier and happier. The whole time Paul was growling and muttering incoherent words, most likely trying to scare Liam senseless and make him regret "hurting" me. Then in one swing from his arm, Paul managed to grip Liam's shirt, lift him off the ground, and toss him several feet away towards the car.

Paul sprinted over to me in a matter of milliseconds, lifted me off the ground, but held me close to his body. "MINE!" he snarled as he arms tightened around me, holding me close and sealing off any escape now.

My mom sat in the car wide-eyed and open-mouthed, shocked beyond words. She shifted into the driver's seat and waited for Liam to scurry inside, before screeching away.

"Well, uh, I guess we'll let you two have your alone time," Sam said, scratching his head. He signaled for Emily and she and Kim ran out of the house and into his truck. They drove off and Paul scooped me up in his arms and carried me inside the house. He plopped me down on the couch before getting on top of me, holding my arms down with his strong hands.

He was still running on the adrenaline beating Liam had given him. He was panting and sweat ran down his forehead. He just stared at me, his yellow eyes piercing my face before he leaned forward, smashing his lips to mine. He moved down from my mouth to my jawline and down my neck, all the while growling "Mine."

I moaned when he began to suck on my neck, leaving a mark to show people I was taken and belonged to him only. Normally I would have been put off by this attitude of his, but for some reason, he turned me on so much right now.

He lowered my shorts and panties and claimed me right there on the couch. Still leaning over me, Paul whispered "I love you," making me blush.

"Love you too," I mumbled, making my voice really quiet so I barely heard it myself. Paul's face was taken up by the largest smile I've ever seen. I saw something change about him though. His yellow eyes darkened and settled back onto a normal shade of brown. I settled into his hold, completely at ease with my mate.

One Month Later

Over time things got a little better between me and Paul. He took off my anklet that beeps like a bitch. Now that his wolf was finally satisfied with my feelings, Paul was in full control of his actions…sometimes. Every now and then the wolf will make an appearance, especially when I do something.

Like the other day I mused about how I thought so-and-so on TV was hot, and I heard a deep growl from Paul. I looked over at him to see his yellow eyes back. I was confused at first, but then Paul pinned me down and bit down on my shoulder, marking me…yet again to show that he was only man in my life. I later told him that I'd carve my name in him or something if he kept that up.

Other than that, living with Paul isn't so bad. It's obvious he loves me. He tells me every minute. And he takes care of me. Hell, he already has I nice job being a police man, gaining a nice income. Therefore, I don't even need a job at all. Shit, I don't even need to go to school to get an education if I didn't want to. However, I do want a diploma…but career wise…I'm not so sure what the hell I'm going to do. So, maybe I'll let Paul bring home bacon and I'll cook it…I don't know.

My ankle is all healed now too. I just have to go to the hospital to get it removed, which I haven't gotten the time to do yet, so it's still on. Things with me and Sam are strained but we're on speaking-terms now. So yeah, that's kind of my life with Paul now.

Today I was feeling really sick in the morning and I even threw up, making Paul get all worried. I was leaning on the toilet on my knees watching my vomit shoot out of my mouth. Paul was holding my hair back and rubbing my back.

"What is it?" he worriedly asked me. "Do you want me to stay home today? Should I take you to the doctor's?"

I pushed him away and flushed my barf down. "I'm fine," I groaned, still feeling nauseas. "It's probably just something I ate." I slumped back to bed and got under the covers pulling them over my head.

I felt the bed shift as Paul sat beside me. He was already in his police uniform having to go to work today. "Danni," he said as he pulled the covers away from my face so he could see me. "Call me if you feel worse or if anything happens. Understand?"

"Yes Dad," I rolled my eyes.

Paul smirked. "That's right, I'm your daddy," he chuckled as he caressed my cheek.

I smacked his hand away. "Go to work." I turned over to face the wall instead of him and closed my eyes.

"Love you Danni," Paul said as he leaned down and kissed me. "I'll call in a couple of hours to check up on you." He walked out of the room, turning off the light. "Stay in bed."

I heard Paul walk downstairs and leave the house, locking the door. Whatever.

As soon as I heard his cruiser leave the driveway and speed off, I reached under the mattress to grab what I stole from the little convenient store yesterday. Yeah, so I stole. But in my defense it was really embarrassing having to even think about paying for this thing. And besides, worst case scenario: I get arrested and Paul bails me out, convincing the cops at his work to forget all about this. Then when we get home he "punishes" me.

Ha! I remember when he tried to punish me one time for talking to another guy. He said he was going to spank me, so I kicked him square in the testicles with my casted-foot. Long-story short: Paul knows not to fuck with me.

Anyway, I wobbled into the bathroom and opened up the pregnancy test. I peed on it just as the instructions told me to and set it to calculate or whatever I call it. The box said that it'd only take two minutes. And those were the most agonizing two minutes of my life!

Shit, if I got pregnant, then I'd get fat and have to deal with some little crying, pooping brat who will most likely have Paul's cocky attitude and my bitchyness. I can't handle that combination! Besides, I'm still in high school; there's no way I'd want to have Paul's puppies now! To make matters worse, if Paul finds out, he'd be even more possessive and his wolf might even take charge again, refusing to let me leave the house at all.

I hardly ever leave this house. The only times I go out are to school, Emily's house, or when I manage to beg Paul to let me go do something. Usually he comes along, but he barely has time due to his work. Whatever. Yesterday when I went to the store, I just went by myself, not telling anyone. However, fucking Seth saw and told Paul, who then proceeded to lecture me about why mates need to communicate and tell the other where they are at all times in case a bloodsucker gets one of them…blah blah blah.

Paul said that there was bloodsucker loose earlier, but that was a long time ago. I don't think the pack has heard from it in a while.

Before I knew it, two minutes was up. I snatched the test and go figure: the one time I pass a test, it's a pregnancy test.