Chapter 7

For the following week I ignored Paul, hung out with Jake and Seth, and took care of Layla. I felt pretty content, but it was super annoying to keep yelling at Paul and throwing flower pots at him.

"Jace, wouldn't it be easier to just hear him out?" Seth made the mistake of asking me after I threw pan at Paul.

I whipped around and faced Seth. "Oh, so you think it was okay for Paul to throw me across the room into a wall? He could have killed me. He could have killed Layla!" I screamed tears escaping and making their way down my face.

A wolf howl sounded so close to the house I jumped, terrified. Why would a wolf be so close to a house? Jake appeared in front of me, softly wiping the tears from my face with his thumbs.

"Calm down Jacey, it's alright." He said softly, as the front door closed. I sidestepped around him.

"Who just went outside?"

"Just Seth. See Layla's right here." Jake pointed at Layla playing in the living room.

"But Seth, he could get hurt." I replied walking to go play with Layla.

"Would it make you feel better if I went and got Seth to come back?"

I nodded, and Jake left. Since that first night, me and Jake hadn't kissed again but sparks did fly between us. When I was with him I was happy, Layla was happy when Jake was around too. Or maybe because whenever Jake was over so was Seth, and he was her personal doll and let her do whatever she wanted. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, I wondered who it could be seeing as Jake or Seth would have just walked in. I opened the door to find and tomboyish looking girl there.

"Um hi?" I asked.

"Are you Jacey?" She asked in a gruff voice.

"Yes, I am. What's it to you?" I replied, stepping out on the porch and closing the door behind me.

She snorted. "Talk to Paul. He may be a giant ass but he's annoying me."

"Paul could have killed me. Or my daughter. The only thing I need to talk to Paul about is the restraining order I'm about to put on his ass." I growled eyeing her up.

"Any one of us could kill you, me, Jake, Seth or Paul. We're not who you think we are princess. You need to talk to Paul before I make you." Although this girl towered over me, I wasn't scared. I wasn't easily intimated.

"Make me." I stated. She stepped forward we were close, her glaring down at me and me glaring back up at her. "You don't scare me" I told her honestly.

Before she could say another word, we were dragged away from each other. Warm arms locked my arms tight against my side.

"Get off of me!" I yelled fighting to get away.

"Jacey you need to calm down okay? Fighting with Leah isn't a good idea." A very familiar voice said carrying me into my house and down in the basement. Sounds of heavy objects sliding across the floor and stopping in front of the door flooded my ears.

"What the hell is going on Paul?" I asked my voice harsh as he released me and I spun to the door. Shoving with all my might the door would not budge.

"We're going to talk. You need to hear me out."