Chapter 8

"Jace. I'm gonna be honest, I know you may think I'm crazy but Jace. I'm in love with you." Paul said in a voice barely above a whisper.

I sat a few stairs above him and reached down and slapped him. "Paul, you don't know what love is."

"If I don't know what love is then why do I know that your favorite color is yellow? That your favorite flower is a lily, that you love chicken but hardly ever eat it because Layla doesn't like it. Explain to you how I would know that stuff and so much more if I didn't love you?" My mind was blown; did Paul really admit that he was creeping on me, and really hard?

"You creep." I said simply. "And don't forget you did try to kill me and you broke my hand." I held up my still casted hand for proof.

"I didn't mean that. And I'm really sorry, I just lost control. If it makes you feel better you could beat the hell outta me with a baseball bat or crowbar or something. Let me make it up to you." Paul ran his fingers through his hair, nervously.

"A crowbar? That may do some damage to you." I giggled. Wait. Did I just giggle? At Paul? What the hell was happening to me? I could not fall for this asshole again.

Paul smiled at my laugh.

"How did you manage to throw me across the room? I don't understand, I'm not exactly 5 pounds. I know you're big, but Paul I flew." I whispered fearing the answer. I grew up around here, I heard the legions since I was small, from watching the guys I kinda pieced together a theory. A theory I sincerely prayed was wrong.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth." Paul murmured, scooting up a stair.

"Try me."

Paul sighed and rested his head in his hands. "I can't believe you haven't figured it out by now, Jace, I know you're smart. Come on now. You have to have a theory."

"Of course I have a theory, I just wanna know if it's right."

"Jace. I'm a werewolf…."

My heart dropped, my stomach was caught in my throat I wanted to puke right then, but on the outside I remained calm.

My face cracked into a huge grin. "I knew it!"

"What?" A confused Paul asked.

I clapped my hands together in excitement. "My theory is right."

"You are seriously insane. You're excited I'm a werewolf." Paul started at me in disbelief.

"Yeah well you could be worse you could be a stupid vampire. I suppose those are real too, you know the cold one's from the legions?" I replied staring at the door above us. I can't believe I'm actually having a civil conversation with Paul.

"Yes, they are real. Wow I can't believe how well you're taking this. There's just something else I have to tell you." Paul smiled at me, clearly relieved that I wasn't freaking out. It takes a lot to freak me out, but not a lot to piss me off.

"Go on." I replied still staring at the door, I wonder if there all up there, listening.

"I know this is weird but you remember what imprinting is?"

"Yeah, it's when a wolf….Paul you didn't?" I shrieked, jumping away from him.

Clearly this wasn't how Paul was expecting me to take it. He jumped up too. "I couldn't control it. But, I'm glad it happened. I can finally be a father to Layla."

I screamed and launched a lamp at his head; Paul ducked to avoid it, allowing it to crash on the wall behind him. "You only wanna be a fucking father to my daughter because you fucking imprinted on me? Not because it was the right thing to do?" If even possible, my voice cracked up another octave.

"No. I would have stepped up to be a father if it wasn't for imprinting. Imprinting is just showing us that even though I fucked you over, and yes I'll admit I fucked you over, that were meant to be together." Paul reasoned stepping closer to me as I searched for more objects to throw at him.

The door above us opened and the tomboyish girl from early came stomping down the stairs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screamed. "If I had a chance to be with someone knowing they could never leave and never hurt me, I'd take it in a heartbeat. You, you just like causing Paul pain, indirectly causing the whole goddamn pack pain, you're a bitch. Even more, you're a selfish bitch. You cause your daughter not to have a father, why? Because Paul fucked you over and now when he tries to make it right you push him away. You cause Jake pain because clearly that boy likes you and your toying with his emotions, you kiss him knowing that you cause everyone else pain. And worst off, your selfish because Paul's going crazy. He used to be a giant ass, but now he's changed yet you cause him to become an ass again. You need to grow up, because your causing everyone pain, you stupid selfish bitch."

Emotions were running wild in my heart, anger at Paul, angry at this girl and mostly anger at myself for causing this, sadness because I didn't mean to hurt all those people, happiness to know that Paul could not leave me and he changed for me, but mostly anger which caused me to commit the dumbest mistake of my life, despite having a broken hand, I punched Leah in the face.