Hello! To the guest who asked, no Sav doesn't know she's an imprint she just knows of the imprint, sorry to confuse! This chapter is really long so you get a double update! :D Therefore, double reviews? :D

First day of school. I hated first days of anything, especially school. As I looked over myself in the long mirror of the bathroom I felt like a child again, worried that I wouldn't make friends or that my teachers would be mean or everyone would pick on me. I thought the last time I would have to feel this was my first day of high school in Chicago, but here I was at 17, nearly 18 years of age feeling the same childish worry and dread. At least I looked semi ok, I didn't want to try too hard but I didn't want to look like a slob so I had gone for blue denim skinny jeans, ballet pumps, a simple white slightly baggy top and a pale pink/pastel coloured cardigan with my usual heart necklace, watch and bracelet. My hair was in a side fishtail but it was messy as hell and I couldn't be bothered to change it. I hated today already and I hadn't even left the house. I missed my old school, the one where I knew everything and everyone, my teachers were bearable and my friends were my safety blanket. The only positive of today was that I had Kim and a few of the guys who I knew, therefore I wouldn't be the freaky new girl with no friends, I would be the freaky new girl with wolf friends who scare the crap out of her. I still hadn't seen them all since my talk with Kim, they had been around when I came home but I hadn't stayed with them. I didn't feel as scared at the thought of being around them, I trusted what Kim said and I knew I had to get over my fear of their secret but at the same time, they were still huge, strong men who could rip me to shreds.

A car beeped from outside of the house and my heart leapt unpleasantly, Kim was picking me up and she was obviously here. My hands began trembling as I zipped my make up bag shut and shoved it on the cabinet beside the sink that was currently overrun with Sam's manly toiletries; Emily's things took up the only drawer in here so I had no option but to share a tiny space with Sam.

"Savannah, Kim is here" Emily sang up in a cheery voice too fake to be her normal one, she had done it all morning, when she woke me up, when she brought me breakfast, when she told me I looked ok. She was acting like a lunatic but I think she was just nervous for me. It was obvious how uncomfortable I was with the new school situation, like I said a million times, my old school was fine, it was comfortable and it was my school. La Push High School was scary. "Savannah" She called again and I pushed myself out of the safety of the bathroom and grabbed my bag from the floor outside my bedroom.

I could hear Emily chattering away below me and Sam responding but it went quiet as I kicked myself down the wooden stairs and into the kitchen, it was empty which still surprised me after four days of it being so. It didn't seem as lively and welcoming without the guys all sat around fighting and stealing food from me.

"I put some money for your lunch inside your bag" Sam spoke first and I nodded at him as he sipped his usual morning coffee over the paper.

"Thank you" I felt like a child again, even my mom didn't use to give me lunch money. The beep sounded again and I looked toward the door, she was getting impatient. Emily gave me a quick smile as she mixed some sort of mixture inside a bowl, the woman never stopped baking, she should be the size of a house. "I'll see you later then" I offered as I walked for the door so slowly that a snail could beat me. I wanted to prolong this as long as I could.

"Have a good day, Embry said they would meet you in the parking lot and I think Embry or Jake are bringing you home as Kim has to meet her mom or something" Sam spoke again and I nodded not really taking what he was saying in, I just kept looking at him hoping he would tell me I didn't have to go. "Remember we won't be here when you get back" He added and I nodded, they had to go see Emily's parents for their wedding anniversary or something.

"I'll put some food in the fridge for you" Emily called from her spot by the oven and again I nodded, praying they would find a reason for me not to go. "Have fun" She said again as I finally reached the door, I had to go. No amount of slow walking would stop me.

I gave in and wrenched the door open, Kim was waving at me from her little car and I headed for it. Jared climbed out of the passenger seat and jogged past me giving me a smile as he went but he didn't stop me for a chat which is what I was sort of hoping he would do. But something did stop me, as I pulled the car door open to get in a body ran out from the trees and skidded to a halt, a very shirtless Paul. He shook himself off and glanced up at the house, his hair was messy and he had no shoes on, I'm guessing a few minutes ago he had been a wolf. I was frozen in place, I couldn't get in the car I just stared as Paul finally looked up and noticed me there, he carried on walking toward the house, his eyes not leaving mine but he stopped as he reached the trunk of the car. I couldn't quite get my breath out; I felt so on edge around him. So unsure of myself and conscious that I just stared like an asshole.

He looked me up and down before nodding his head and looking away. "Have a good day, try not to get lost" A little smile crossed his lips as he looked up at the house, his eyes squinting under the bright glare of the winter clouds and the breathe that was trapped came out in a snort of amusement. Maybe he wasn't as scary as my body made out; he could be quite witty sometimes.

"I'll try my best" I offered back and he smiled again before walking toward the house, he didn't look back but he was shaking his head as he walked in through the front door. I would have kept standing there if Kim hadn't pulled at my leg.

"You are going to be so late on your first day" She huffed out as she span the car around to leave, I gave her a quick glance and her annoyed face lifted to a look of surprise. "Why are you blushing? Was Paul nice to you?" She seemed to get excited and her excitement only grew when I didn't answer. "He was nice wasn't he? He's stopped being an idiot?" I didn't say anything again, mainly because I couldn't but also because I didn't know if he was being nice to me, I hardly spoke to the guy. "Finally" She muttered before turning the radio up and heading out onto the main road toward the school I knew nothing about.

Today was going to be one of those days you just hated, for no reason.

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Maybe I had been over dramatic. Slightly. It hadn't been that bad. Kim was in most of my classes and if she wasn't then Embry, Quil or Jake were. They hadn't been that bad either, Jake wasn't in because he was with Renesmee but Quil, Embry, Seth, Brady and Collin were. Embry showed me around, Quil spent most of the day eating and the three younger guys were running around annoying the poor girls in their classes. I suppose it helped me see how normal they were, at first I hadn't wanted to be around them, when we had pulled up and I saw them all waiting for us I kept my head down and my mouth shut but then I got sat next to Embry in Math and I realised that maybe he wasn't so intimidating, he was the same as he was before he became a wolf to me. He made the same awful jokes about Chicago while Quil kept calling me ChicAAgo because apparently I pronounce my words wrong and I over pronounce the A when I say Chicago, I don't but according to Quil I do. Maybe I could get used to this wolf thing, one day I could be as at ease with them as Kim was.

My teachers were ok I suppose, average, some were obviously trying to be 'cool' and some were just boring, others were strict and then there were the genuinely 'cool' ones who just let us get on with it. Embry and Kim had explained each teacher to me; I got it after being told three times. No one had treated me like the new freak, I had got a few glares from girls when I walked down the hallway with Embry but I think that was more because I was a girl with him rather than because they didn't like me, I got equally hateful looks when Seth dragged me along to the lunch hall and he was like 14 and I was 17, so wrong.

"Was it as scary as you thought?" Embry asked as he sped along the roads toward Sam's house and I shook my head. "You looked scared stiff this morning, I thought you were gonna hurl" He started laughing and I gave him a stern frown.

"I wasn't going to hurl, I just don't like new places. It wasn't that bad though" I shrugged and he nodded his thick body moving as he steered the car around another bend way too fast for my liking.

"I guess it's gotta be weird leaving your friends and the school you know for one you don't with people you don't know, I couldn't do it" He quipped and I simply nodded along with him. I didn't like doing it but I had no choice, I liked the people here I did but I would always miss home. How could I not? Chicago was my home for 17 years.

"It's ok, what's not ok is Mr Rowlans mole" I scrunched my nose up just thinking about it, our History teacher had this huge hairy mole on his forehead, I hadn't been able to stop looking at the thing. Embry started laughing as he turned the car onto the dirt track toward Sam's house.

"I call it Molly, Molly the mole, it's so vile. Jake literally gags if it comes too close to him, he can't handle it" Embry carried on laughing and I smiled at the thought, apparently Jake took a lot of days off, between being an alpha wolf and having to see Nessie he didn't ever have time for school which I thought was kind of sad, I mean he needed an education, he couldn't be an alpha forever. "You ok here by yourself? I don't have patrol for a few hours if you want me to hang out here or something" Embry asked as he pulled up to the empty yard and empty house, the sky was beginning to darken and no lights were on inside meaning Sam and Emily had definitely gone.

I shook my head but smiled at Embry, he was sweet. All day he had been helping me and he hadn't complained once, unlike Quil who gave up by second period and told me to find my own class even though it was the same one as him. "No it's fine, I'll just watch TV or do some homework or something" I shrugged it off but Embry looked at me like I was a child who couldn't possibly be left by myself. "I'll be fine, honestly" I assured him but he still looked uncomfortable.

"You aren't going to run away again right? Because if you do it will be my fault, Sam told me to stay with you" He sounded nervous as he gave away Sam's secret request and I huffed climbing out of the battered car.

"I'm not going to run away Embry, I promise" I held up my hand in a scouts promise and Embry finally smiled and nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow, thanks for helping me today"

"Anytime, see you later" He gave me a wave and waited until I reached the front door before turning his car around and leaving, I had to smile or laugh at the fact Sam had told him to stay with me, they honestly thought I would run away again. It had crossed my mind this morning when I had been terrified of going to school but I wasn't going to run away, I had promised Sam and I wasn't the type of person to break promises.

The house was cold as I walked in, I flicked the lamp on and the room lit up dimly. I had the house to myself for the night, I could chill out and watch crappy TV and eat loads of food and no one would bother me. I scanned the letter Sam had left me on the table, food in the fridge, numbers to ring if I needed it and what time they would be home, nothing important. The only important thing was that I got myself into my comfy clothes, shove my hair up and eat food.

The house was deadly silent as I got myself upstairs and out of my tight jeans, I opted for knee length yoga pants, a strappy top and a zip up hoody, comfy yet warm. My hair was wavy from the fishtail plait but I bunged it up in a bun that resembled a pineapple sitting on the top of my head and I wiped my make up off, I didn't wear loads of the stuff but it felt so much better when I didn't have any on. I grabbed a blanket from my bed and hopped for the stairs again, half way down the noise sounded and I stopped. It was like a rummaging noise, my heart picked up, adrenaline and fear rushing through me. Someone had broken in. I bent over low enough to see the kitchen through the stairs opening, the fridge was open, swinging back and forth as the body lent into it rummaged for something. I would have screamed had I not seen the cut up jean shorts and tanned hand hanging out, Embry. He had been wearing jean shorts today. He was such an idiot, I was fine by myself.

I hopped further down the stairs watching as he carried on rummaging, obviously not aware I was watching him.

"Embry, I told you I was fine by myself" I called out and the rummaging stopped followed by the sound of plastic hitting the floor and the body flew back in surprise.

"Shit"

"Oh" I squeaked as my eyes lay on not Embry but Paul, the fridge door slammed shut and he slammed his hand onto the back of his head after hitting it on his way out of the fridge. "Sorry, I thought you were Embry" I squeaked nervously again as Paul's scrunched up face looked at me, he was angry.

I made him hit his head. He would hate me again. The thoughts kept coming and I found myself shrinking back toward the stairs scared that angry Paul would rear its head but he just shook his head at me and rubbed his head.

"Its fine, I should have checked you weren't here" He groaned a little finally lowering his hand.

"Why wouldn't I be here?" I said it before thinking to stop myself; I didn't want to annoy him. He looked at the door and shrugged a little.

"Emily said you were with Kim, said there was food for after my patrol"

Kim? I wasn't with Kim and the food was mine. "Kim's with her mom, Embry brought me home. There is food though if you want some" I walked further into the kitchen, he wasn't in a bad mood therefore he was probably safe. My eyes found the item that had fallen to the floor as Paul jumped from the fridge; it was the pasta Emily had made for my dinner. "Well, there was food" I pointed to the broken dish and emptied food contents but Paul simply looked at it, he was thinking of something else. He looked utterly confused for a second until whatever it was clicked and he started shaking his head with a slightly annoyed look to his face.

"Kim's with her mom, sure. Thanks Emily" He muttered to himself as he reached for the kitchen paper. I wasn't sure what he meant with that comment but he didn't seem pleased. "Sorry I'll clean it up" He started mopping it up with the towel but the cream just smeared more into the floor. I walked for the cupboard and took out the mop, rinsing it off before handing it to Paul; he just stood and stared at me for a minute before taking it. It was almost like he was about to say something but he stopped and instead turned his back on me to mop the floor.

My stomach growled at me, I was hungry as hell. I hadn't eaten much at school, I had been too watchful of the people around me, worried someone who start questioning me at any minute but no one had. My dinner was now in the bin and so I needed to cook, I couldn't cook. I had never been much of a cook. I looked in the cupboard, there was a pot noodle or some tinned soups, nothing that I actually wanted. I wanted the pasta Emily had told me was there. Paul had moved to clean the mop off and so I went for the fridge, nothing except a steak and some bacon, a few cartons of milk, orange juice, salad and yoghurt. Emily cooked all the time yet I couldn't find anything to eat. I rummaged through the food some more, nothing. I would have to eat cereal. I turned to look in the cereal cupboard but instead I found Paul just stood by the stove watching me, his expression was blank but his eyes held a spark of interest, like he was watching a good film or something. He dropped his gaze as I turned and instead kicked himself up and away from the kitchen area.

I tried ignoring him reaching for the cereals instead of watching him back but I was aware of everything he was doing behind me. He was walking toward the front door and I found myself spinning to look at him.

"You can stay if you want, for food I mean" Why did I say that? It was Paul, we would end up fighting and I would cry. He didn't want to hang out with me; he only came here because he thought I was out.

"For cereal?" He cocked an eyebrow and I nodded pathetically. A little smile broke his lips and he evaluated the situation for a minute before nodding. "You don't mind?" He asked and I shook my head, I didn't mind, as long as he wasn't mean.

"Well there's cereal or bacon" I pointed to the fridge and he licked his lips, he so wanted bacon.

"You don't eat meat" His comment caught me a little bit; he knew something about me other than my name. He remembered that, maybe he did pay attention to me. "There was some salad in there if you wanted that, I'll eat whatever"

I scrunched my nose, plain salad hell no. I didn't eat much meat but I wasn't a rabbit, if I had salad it had to have crouton and dressing and garlic bread, I didn't eat just salad.

"That's a no then" He laughed and rubbed his hand along his forehead as he lingered awkwardly by the kitchen table, unsure of what to do. I was just as unsure. This was awkward, I didn't want him to go but it was weird him being here. "So what do you eat if you don't eat meat and you don't eat salad?"

"I do eat meat, but not much of it and not all the time, I can just about handle some chicken but other than that it makes me feel queasy, and I do eat salad but with dressing and carbs like bread or croutons or both" I cleared up and he nodded at me still watching me like I was some TV programme that had caught his attention. "Shall I just get the cereal?" I asked.

"I'll get the milk and bowls" He nodded and moved for the fridge, his movement a little too sudden to be natural. He was obviously feeling just as uncomfortable as I was. He didn't make me uncomfortable, he was being nice, but being close to him made me feel funny. I couldn't get any closer, my heart was already beating too fast and my cheeks were already flushing, he was a good looking guy, it was hard not to crush on his attractive features. If only his personality matched his looks all the time, he would be a good guy to be around, to be friends with. But he had a sour attitude most of the times I had been around him, his kindness had rarely reared its head but I hoped to god he would stay being pleasant tonight. I had no back up tonight; it was just me and him.

I watched him go to the fridge before I turned back to the high cupboard that held the cereal, Emily used a step stool to reach it but I was shorter than her so I used the stool to launch myself up onto the counter, my knees wobbled as I steadied myself into a standing up pose, I had to slant backwards to not hit myself against the cupboard but soon enough I was steady and I opened the door to look for a decent cereal box.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked from behind me, I could hear the scrapping of china as he got the bowls.

"Getting the cereal, I'm too short to reach if I stand up normally so I have to climb" I breathed out as I kept my balance, I was good at balance due to dancing but I was stood at an angle so it was hard.

"You're going to fall"

"I'm good at balancing"

"Just like your good at directions" He sung, his voice held the tone of teasing and I stopped taking it in. It was nice, hearing him being nice.

"Well then at least your here to make sure I don't die" I squeaked as I reached for the cereal boxes that were on the top shelf, he gave a short laugh before the clinking of cutlery met my ears.

"I'm not catching you if you fall, you shouldn't be climbing Emily's work tops" He was being patronising now, I wasn't a child. I could climb if I wanted to climb.

"I'm not going to fall" I argued back and he went silent obviously just waiting for something to happen, which is wasn't going to because I wasn't going to fall.

Cereal, there were two cereal boxes, fruit loops or granola, definitely fruit loops. I reached for them my balance toppled a little but I held myself up pulling the box toward myself but as it moved a little black thing came running for my face.

"AHHH" Jumping in surprise I screeched and fell backwards, my body falling from the countertop while my eyes still scanned for the spider that had aimed itself at me. I waited for the hit, the thud and the pain but it didn't come. I hit something hard but it wasn't the floor, a pair of scorching hot arms wrapped themselves around my waist, my body no longer flooded with the falling feeling but the feeling of being caught. My feet completely left the counter as I fell into the arms and warmth, a strong smell of rain and damp wood rushed over me, a hint of cologne. It was a manly smell, an enticing smell. The arms that wrapped around my waist moved as I came to a halt, I wasn't touching the floor but I was on the floor, I was on top of something. My head span around and my eyes caught a glance of the arms around my waist that now shifted so that the hands belonging to those arms gripped my ribs, they didn't push me away though, they just held me. I was on top of Paul.

I squirmed as I realised the heat flooding in my body wasn't pain but comfort, warm comfort that his hard muscles brought as he caught me. I rolled over until I was on the floor beside him, his hands softened their grip on my ribs but he didn't fully let me go.

"Oh shit" I squeaked out sounding terrified as I pulled myself up to my knees, I didn't want to look at him. He would be so angry. He now had a reason to hate me again. I had squashed the poor guy. I was still sat on top of him, not really able to move myself as I stared down at him with fear that he would scream at me but he didn't, he just smirked as his hand dropped from my rib and rubbed the back of his head, the same spot he had hit earlier on the fridge.

Both of his hands moved from my body now and I sat myself on the cold floor beside him, the hot feeling that had stirred from being there faded and I found myself wanting it back. It had been a nice heat, one that covered every inch of me. But it was gone now and the pain in my back began throbbing, I had hit into him hard. I watched Paul waiting for his outburst but he didn't say anything, he just sat up and lent against the wooden side of the breakfast bar, he was watching me but it wasn't in anger, it was more worried, his eyes scanned over me quickly as if assessing the damage before looking back at my face. "You ok?" He asked and I nodded.

"You broke my fall" He laughed as I said it but I hadn't meant it as a joke. "Sorry, I didn't mean too it was just there was a spider and it ran for my face and oh I dropped the fruit loops" I realised as I ranted that the cereal box had fallen too and was now emptied all over the kitchen floor, Emily would kill me.

"So much for not falling" He commented as he stood up, stretching and rubbing his back wincing as he went. I probably broke him.

"So much for not catching me" I commented back trying to stand up but my legs wouldn't carry me. His hand came down dangling in front of my face offering me help to stand up and I took it, his warmth rushing back through me from my fingertips as he launched me to my feet, my body was aching but his was probably worse, at least he had stopped me hitting the floor, he had hit it plus had me landing on top of him. "I'm so sorry; you've probably hurt your back"

"Its fine, I heal quickly"

"You move quickly too, you were over there when I fell" I nodded to the cutlery drawer and he shrugged it off, it was quiet a distance especially to catch me how quickly he had. He must have moved at lightning speed.

"I know you said you were scared of spiders but scared enough to throw yourself off a counter?" He spoke, his voice holding amusement, it wasn't funny.

I nodded "Deathly scared, the thing just ran at me like it wanted to kill me, is it on me?" I suddenly realised it had launched itself for me and I jumped around as I looked over my body but Paul just shook his head.

"And wolves?" I stopped jumping as he spoke; he had asked me this before, at the beach. But it was different then, I hadn't known they were real then but now I did. I just stared at him, I guess I had been but was I now? I had spent my day surrounded by them, he was one.

"Sometimes" It was the only answer I could say truthfully but it was the truth. My breath became caught in my throat as Paul hovered in front of me and I had to hold onto the counter behind me to stop myself running away, he looked unsure of how to answer, unsure of how to take it.

"Sometimes?" He finally spoke and I had to look away from him, they still scared me, their tempers.

"When you're angry" I whispered like a scared child and I realised I had said you're as in him. "They, I mean they" I quickly corrected myself but as I looked up at him I didn't miss the look of hurt crossing his face, the guilt he held in his dark eyes.

He didn't say anything for a while, he just looked at his feet and I felt horrible for saying what I said. I made it sound like it was just him that scared me, it wasn't. I mean, he scared me more than the others but only because of how he had been at the beginning. I wanted to apologise but when I stepped forward to do so he lifted his head back up and kicked the fruit loop box with his foot.

"Do you want to go get some food? There's nothing here and I don't want to eat cheese and gone off milk at home" The sad look he had held was gone, instead replaced with an uncertain smile that made him look young and scared. He looked sweet when he smiled, he looked nicer.

"Sure, but I need to change"

"I'll clean this up" He nodded and went to the cupboard for the brush while I ran upstairs to get changed, my whole body buzzing with a feeling I couldn't recognise. It was like I was scared, my heart kept dropping and my stomach was bouncing around uncontrollably, I was excited but scared. I was going out by myself with Paul, the guy who doesn't really like me. I grabbed my jeans and tops from earlier and chucked them back on, my shoes with it and a thicker jacket but as I ran for the door again I noticed how awful I looked, I had rough hair and no makeup. Tearing out the hair band from my hair I let it fall wavy around my shoulders while I grabbed my make up brushes and chucked whatever I could on to make myself look half decent, I was a mess but he had just seen me ten times worse so I doubt it mattered. It wasn't like he was interested in me anyway he just felt bad for dropping my pasta, I think.

I hurried back out grabbing my bag as I went, the house was silent again and by the time I got downstairs the fruit loops were gone and so was Paul. He wasn't down here, had he just gone? Maybe I took too long, maybe it was an excuse to get me out of the way? My heart sunk and I felt stupid as I turned to walk back upstairs.

"Savannah come on" His yell echoed from outside and headlights shone in from the windows either side of the door, maybe he hadn't left. I walked to the door, my knees and hands shaking as I went. I was going out, alone, with Paul. I could do this, just act cool and he will like you. Act cool, easier said than done.