I woke up due to the sun shining brightly through the window.

This is fucking great. The one day where the sun bothered to shine had to be the same day as my hangover. I pulled the pillow over my face and groaned. I really couldn't remember anyone bringing me to my bedroom, and I really hope my dad wasn't home when I arrived.

All I remember from last night was me sitting on Paul's lap and thinking about how I was pissed off at Jake for ordering Quil to sit next to me. Any time now, Jake will be over. I can feel it in my bones. And I know he's going to ask what the fuck happened between Paul and I.

I would really like to know what happened, too. I mean, we did have secret sex and now we're somewhat interested in each other...oh shit, our date is tonight. I don't even know what I'm going to wear! What kind of date will it be? Will it be outside or inside? I better text him soon.

I threw the pillow off my face and attempted to get up, but I slammed myself back into my mattress as my head began to spin. I swear to god I'm never going to drink ever again. The guys drank more than me...well fuck them and their werewolf powers.

When I finally got up, I noticed I was still wearing the same clothes I had on last night. I was still wearing Paul's hoodie, too. I brought the sleeve to my face and breathed his scent. He'll never get his hoodie back, it smells too good.

I dug my hand in my back pocket and felt for my phone. I pulled it out and I had three text messages. The first two were from Paul.

Good morning, Beautiful. I'll pick you up around 8PM. Wear something nice. No heels. - Paul

The second text message made me feel rather curious as to what happened.

Tell your dad that Quil's leg is fine. - Paul

There must be a hell of a story behind that.

Well, now that that's taken care of, I really need to find something to wear. I looked back at my phone and noticed I still had one unread message. It was from Jake.

Call me when you wake up. - Jake

No smiley emoticon, no 'Hey Bells' and no sense of emotion. Well this can't be good. Maybe I might have to tell him about Paul and I a little sooner than I want to.

Without wasting another second, I hopped into the shower and got dressed before walking down to the living room. Charlie was sitting in his armchair, watching a recorded game.

"Hey kiddo, how was last night?" He asked, a wry smile on his face.

I plopped down onto the loveseat. "It was fun."

"Fun? Was it fun being carried to your room by three werewolves." He chortled, smirking.

"So does this have anything to do with the text I received from Paul saying Quil's leg is okay?"

Charlie took another swig from his beer bottle. I swear to god that man's going to have liver problems if he keeps up his 'beer is my morning coffee' attitude every time he doesn't have to go to work.

He looked at the TV. "You know," He began, changing the subject. " it's not every night when three guys carry your little girl to her bedroom and one asks if they should undress her." He shook his head. "I came in to your room with my hand gun."

Oh my god, I could only imagine what happened when he found them standing awkwardly in my bedroom. But why did all three of them come inside? They could have easily picked my up with one arm.

"Dad, please tell me you didn't shoot Quil...again." I sighed, remembering the time her shot Quil in the ass. Quil was asking for it that night. He thought it would be funny to try and scare me by coming to the house and howl. This was before Charlie knew about the whole werewolf thing. So on instinct, he pulled out his handgun and shot Quil's wolf in the ass. Quil's ass will never be the same...or so I've been told.

Charlie smiled. "Nah, he heard me coming up to your room so he jumped out the window. Bet he forgot that there wasn't a tree anymore. I thought werewolves could land on their feet!"

"Dad, they aren't cats!"

"Oh well." He shrugged, drinking.

"You know, they do kill vampires and they aren't fearful. But they're scared of you, why is that?" I asked, shifting to a more comfortable position on the couch. It was true, the whole pack was scared of Charlie - even Sam.

He laughed and got up to go to the kitchen. "Because I don't miss."

I sat on the couch, trying to remember what happened last night. I didn't think I had too much to drink. I only had six beers. Is that a lot for me? I remember feeling drowsy during the last round of pool. I guess it didn't really start to kick in until I was in Paul's arms.

"So how much did you drink?" He asked, sitting back down in his chair, a new beer in hand.

"How did you know I was drinking?"

He raised an eyebrow and stared at me dubiously. "Well, I don't know, Bella." His expression turned sarcastic. "Maybe by the fact that three huge men carried you to your room...or the fact that Paul told me you had some drinks."

"It was only six beers, I think."

"Your mother was light weight, too. She couldn't hold down more than two without feeling nauseous or woozy."

"Well, mom never had three werewolf to keep up with." I said.

Charlie chuckled. "Well, that's true. Know your mother, she would be trying to do something other than drink with them. Even then, Bells, you don't have to push yourself past your limits. Your mother likes pushing boundaries. She also likes pushing-"

"Oh, ew, dad!" I shouted, covering my ears with my hands. He winked at me and laughed. The sad thing about that statement is that he's right. My mom really likes bed action. I wouldn't say my mom was skanky, but she did like trying different things.

I opened my mouth to tell Charlie something, but my phone went off. I looked down at my phone and a picture of a smiling Jake appeared. Oh shit, I better get this done and over with, I guess.

Charlie looked over and saw me looking at my phone. "So are you going to tell him about your hot date tonight?"

My eyes widened. "Paul asked me what your favourite food was, so I sort of put the puzzle pieces together. I'm a cop, Bella, I can work things out." I just stared at him in disbelief. "Bells, you better answer the phone otherwise he's going to come over here."

He was right, Jake might think something's wrong with me and come over. This will be easier to do over the phone. Hurriedly, I answered the call and went to the kitchen.

"Hey Jake." I greeted him.

"Hey Bells, I just wanted to see how your night went with the three jokers." I heard him snort.

"I had fun! We played pool and had some beers. Pretty standard."

"Wait, you had a beer? What happened to you? You never drink, let alone play pool."

"Well, maybe my innocence disappeared after you Alpha ordered Quil to sit with me."

I heard him sigh. "Bella, I was just trying to do the right thing. Paul can be a little rowdy sometime. I saw him lend you his hoodie, so I just thought..."

I cut him off. "Thought what? That him and I were going to fuck in the back seat?!"

"I was trying to look out for you!"

"Jacob, I understand that, but you can't save me all the time. I'm twenty-one, I can look out for myself!"

I hung up on him. I was enraged. I know this wasn't the best way to tell him that I was fine, but I wasn't in the mood to have some long, cheesy talk about how I changed. Blah, blah, blah, save the crap for something else! And this way, he'll know to back off for a while which will give me some time to think about my date with Paul tonight.

Charlie walked into the kitchen. "Well, that sounded like it went well."

"I guess you can say that." I muttered, getting a glass of water.

"So what does Paul have planned for tonight?"

"I have no idea. I just know he's going to be here at eight. He said to dress nice." I explained.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Bells, do you have any decent clothing for a date?"

I bit my lip. The more I think about it, the more I realized that I really don't. Last time I went to some sort of date was with Jake, but I wore jeans. I looked at Charlie with a bit of panic and distraught.

"Um...maybe you can call a friend to help?" He suggested.

I nodded at him, praising his quick thinking. I ran up to my room, wondering who I could call for advice. Oh god, there was one more person I could contact...but should I? I took a deep breath and put the phone to my ear and listened as the it rang.

The ringing stopped.

"Hello, Bella?"

Beta'd by: Moriarty's Diary (Message from the Beta: Sorry for the late update! It is entirely my fault as Allie never uploads a chapter unless it is filtered by me. I had some medical issues going on, thus the delay.)

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