MICHELLE'S POV

I didn't talk to Paul for the rest of the day. I felt so betrayed and hurt. Why did he have this effect on me! He's just some temperamental guy that walks around thinking he's king of the world. And I'm just... me. I knew he was following me on the way home from school, but I ignored him. I knew he was watching the house when I got home, but I still ignored him. I knew he heard me binging and then making myself throw up, but I still ignored him. I laid on my bed doing my homework, trying not to look out the window and see Paul, standing there across the street. I didn't want to see the disappointment on his face. My stomach already felt terrible. I didn't need to make it worse by adding guilt. Eventually, I closed my curtains and fell asleep.

The next morning was Saturday, so that meant no school. I had twenty nine texts from my friends; sixteen of them were from Paul. They probably knew what happened yesterday, but I didn't want their sympathy of pep talks. I just wanted to be alone. I could feel myself slipping back to the girl I was before I met Paul. The self conscious anorexic girl who shut herself away from the world. And it was all because of Paul. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I needed Paul in my life. I needed him to save me from myself. My past didn't seem so painful when he was around because I knew I always had him to protect me. I didn't come out of my room all day Saturday, no matter how much my dad begged. I felt broken inside.

Sunday came and I my dad was threatening to break down the door.

"Michelle, open the door! I'm worried about you," he pleaded.

"I'm fine dad. I just want to be alone!" I yelled.

"Michelle, you didn't eat at all yesterday or today! Just come eat some cereal or something!"

"Daddy, I'm not hungry!"

My dad left, sighing. I heard the doorbell ring ten minutes later and my dad came back upstairs.

"Michelle, there's someone here to see you! He looks really upset and he's been standing outside the house all morning. I think he was crying before," dad said.

So Paul was outside crying because I vowed to never have sex with him? That's just weird.

"Tell him to get off our property!" I growled.

"I did, but he's very determined," I heard the smile in my dad's voice.

"Michelle, please talk to me," I heard a different voice.

"Go away Paul," I whispered, knowing he could hear me.

"I will never go away," he promised, "Not until you at least hear me out."

"Then you're going to be there forever," I muttered.

"I can wait."

Six hours! He's been outside my door for six hours! What's his problem? Doesn't he understand rejection? I really wanted to take a shower, but I didn't want to see his face. I looked under the crack between the door and the floor. I didn't see his feet there this time. I listened for a few seconds and I didn't hear his breath. I tried not to feel hurt that he left me even though he promised not to as I opened the door. I really needed to binge. I felt myself being hoisted off the ground and thrown over someone's back when I was out of my room.

"Let me go Paul!" I screamed.

"No!" he growled.

When we got downstairs, my dad turned away from the TV and looked at us, amused.

"We're going out sir," Paul said to my dad.

"Have fun kids," said dad, turning back to the TV.

"Well thanks daddy," I mumbled sarcastically.

Paul didn't stop walking until we were in the woods, a good distance away from my house. He set me down gently and I crossed my arms and glared at him.

"What do you want," I spit.

Hurt crossed his face, but he masked it up quickly. I had to force myself not to go soft.

"I really wanted to do this a different way, but you'll never forgive me unless I tell you what I've been hiding from you," he said.

I waited for him to do something.

"I'm a wolf."

I raised my eyebrows, "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No I'm serious! I can turn into a werewolf!" he said.

"Haha, right," I laughed coldly.

"Michelle, haven't you wondered why I'm so muscular?"

"Steroids," I muttered, but he ignored me.

"Or why I'm warmer than anyone else you know?"

"Because you so hot headed," he ignored that one, too.

"Or why I have such good hearing?"

I raised my eyebrows higher and he sighed and began taking off his pants, "Whoa whoa whoa!" I said, covering my eyes.

"This is the only way you'll believe me, so I'll show you," he said softly.

I uncovered my eyes to put my hands on my hips, but stopped and gasped.

Holy shit Paul was a werewolf.

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