Authors Note: Don't hate me, Callida will warm up to Paul eventually. Lol.
Callida pov.
I swear to god if this boy tries to help me one more time I'm going to snap his wrist. It's okay to help occasionally but grabbing at me every five seconds is starting to get irritating. I'm not some helpless little girl, yet no matter how many times I tell this infuriating man that he still grabs for me every time I trip or he assumes I need help stepping over something (Which I don't). I don't need help! I'm a grown ass woman. I trip over a root again and throw my arms out in front of me. The impact doesn't come. Of course it doesn't because he fucking catches me his hands send stomach fluttering, electric shocks through my body again, it happens every time he touches me and it's beginning to freak me out. I yank out of his grasp like I've been burned, whirling around to face him. "If you do that one more time I'm going to punch you." I seethe, the fact that I have to crane my head to look at him doesn't lessen my anger any. In fact it makes more angry. Who has the right to be that tall! It's a crime against nature. Maybe if I shoot him in the shins it will knock off a few inches. Not that I could shoot him for some reason I don't want to fatally injure the boy.
"Do you want to fall on your face?" He demands glaring back at me with just as much furiosity.
"It's better than accepting help from you!" I snarl shoving his chest roughly in an attempt to get him to back off. Of course he does the opposite and steps closer. I've never met someone as stubborn as me in my life! I don't like it.
"Most girl's would say thank you to me for being a gentleman." He informs me his eyes flashing maliciously, he's so close that I can feel his warm breath on my cheeks.
"I'm not most girls! Besides if you were a gentleman you would respect my wishes." Why can't he just stay out of my damn bubble. I don't like to be touched, it makes my skin crawl.
"Oh so your definition of a gentleman is someone who let's you hurt yours-" I can't take it any more. He's just so close, and so warm, and he smells so good like mints and pine tree's, he's making it really hard to hate his guts and I need him to get away. I clench my fist and before he can react I bring it up at lightning speed and smash him right in the tip of his nose.
"FUCK!" I screech in fury cupping my flaming hand in my palm.
"Did you just hit me?" He asks stupidly reaching his hand up to the blood trickling out of his nose. Oops.
"Yeah what is your face made out of? A freaking brick!?" He doesn't answer just continues to look at me with dazed eyes. What is wrong with him. I didn't hit him that hard. He shouldn't have brain damage.
"It actually hurt?" My blood boils.
"Did you expect it not to hurt, huh, do I look weak to you?" I demand shoving his chest again. I grind my teeth together to hold back a curse when my hand protests. I'm not weak. I'm very skilled at punching people. It pisses me off that he thinks I shouldn't be able to hurt him. Stupid sexist prick.
"Honestly, you look pretty scrawny from here." He says I scoff resisting the urge to grab baby as his lips turn up into an infuriating smirk. My fingers are aching to shoot that look off his face.
"You're a dick." I inform him before slamming my knee into his man parts. I'm sick of people underestimating me just because I'm a girl.
"Fuck!" He cries out clutching at his manhood and falling to the ground. Even if he is a brick every man has the same sweet spot. I smirk as his face turns red running away before he can retaliate. I can see the roof of the house from here. At least I restrained myself long enough for him to lead my home. Good job Callida. I'm very proud of myself. "You're a bitch!" He yells after me.
"I know!" I sing slowing to a walk as I reach the Elena's front yard. I'm pretty sure I have a huge smile on my face when I walk into the door, it may be a little forced because I feel kind of guilty. NO! Stop it he called you scrawny! Four unfamiliar sets of eyes greet me when I look up and I quickly hide my smile putting on my indifferent face. I don't need them thinking I'm nice or something.
"Hi." The tallest one says simply.
"Is that blood on your hand?" I look down at my knuckles. Hm, I guess so.
"Don't worry it's not mine." I smirk walking over to take my place at the head of the table, where there's no open seat's for Paul to sit next to me. Not that he would after what just happened.
"What do you mean it's not yours... Oh." Everyone freezes as a very unhappy looking assmunch slams the front door open, dried blood still caked to his face. I don't bother to hide my smirk. It's just too funny.
"Hi Paul." The youngest man grins his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Shut up Seth." He growls plopping down into the chair across from me. Rude.
"How are your jewels?" I ask wiggling my eyebrows at him.
"Oh just fine, don't worry. I'll still be able to satisfy your needs." The pit of my stomach heats up and I clench my hands forcing the feeling away. He did not. He just... I would not have sex with him. Stupid pervert.
"Maybe in your dreams." Probably in mine. God what is wrong with me, I must be really sex deprived. I shoot him an icy look as Elena walks into the room. I force myself to remain calm as she situates Opal in her highchair. She might not feed me if I strangle Paul to death.
My aunt's face breaks out into a smile when she turns around and see's me. "Oh, you made it! I was worried you'd lose track of time."
"Can't miss out on the food." I say with a forced smile, still giving Paul the stink eye. What would happen if I stabbed him in the eye with this fork? Hm.. I twirl the cold metal in my hands picturing the blood squirting out of his eyeball as it penetrates into his perverted pea brain-
"Callida?" The boy who asked me about my knuckles leans in close and yells in my ear. Fucking hell. I jump and my fork clatters against the table cloth.
"What?" I snap my glare switching from Paul to him. "Elena's talking to you." Oh, well don't I feel stupid.
"Yeah?" I ask her looking up into her dark eyes.
"Here." She says with a weak smile practically dropping the plate of stir fry in front of me. Come on Elena, I won't bite the hand that feeds me. Everyone else is free game though.
"Thanks." I try to sound polite, I honestly am grateful I just have trouble expressing emotions that aren't hateful.
"Your welcome, let me introduce you to the boys." I nod silently telling her to continue. "This is Embry." She points to the boy who had the nerve to scream in my ear. I glower at him and his smile falls. "That's Quil." The only one who's been silent this whole time. He gives me a two fingered wave and I nod my head in return. "Jared." The one who said hi. "Seth" The young one. I like him, he seems to find the same satisfaction from pissing off Paul that I do. I actually smile at him. Even if it is thin lipped, it still counts. "And that's Paul." I roll my eyes.
"We've met." I say icily.
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish. "Oh, okay." She's so boneless. What does she think I'm going to do to her?
Paul sneers back at me through a forkful of chicken and rice. Ew, didn't his mother teach him any manners? "Don't chew with your mouth open it's not helping your ugly factor." I tell him biting into my own peace of chicken smugly. His eyes flash with hurt, it happens so fast that I don't know whether I imagined it or not. I must've because it seems like the sneer on his face hasn't budged at all since he got here. Why do I even care if I hurt his feelings? I don't care about people's feelings, this freaking man child is messing with my emotions.
Dinner continues silently, you can practically slice the tension between Paul and I with a knife. Sexual or murderous I don't even know, maybe a mixture? Even his obnoxious friends don't dare speak, probably for fear that I'll break their balls too. I just might. It seems pretty tempting at this moment since Paul's out of my hitting range. Surprisingly Elena's the one to break the silence. I guess the boys make her more comfortable. "I thought you guys might be able to tell Calli about some of the stuff to do around here." I hold back the urge to glare at her. I doubt these guys are going to be doing anything that I'd actually enjoy.
"Um there's cliff diving." Embry shrugs, a low growl escapes Paul and I raise an eyebrow at him. What's his problem? He's so temperamental. He's almost as bad as I am, wow I must be really irritating to other people.
"That actually sounds fun." I respond. If Paul doesn't approve it's probably worth a try, plus I'm an adrenaline junkie and jumping off of a cliff sounds pretty freaking adrenaline inducing. I definitely didn't have any opportunities to do that in New York. I look up to find Paul's piercing gaze back on me his face stern.
"It's not a good idea." He grinds out. Oh? Is he about to tell me what to do again.
"And?" I ask leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest.
"I won't let-" He quickly changes course after he see's my challenging look. "Just please don't." He sighs running a hand through his hair hard enough to rip a few strands out.
"Hmm, why shouldn't I?" I ponder curious about his response. I can usually read people pretty well but Paul always manages to surprise me.
"You might get hurt." Pfft, like he'd actually care. He probably just doesn't want me invading his territory. This is just an excuse.
"Have you been cliff diving?" I ask leaning forwards and putting my chin in my hands. I tap my finger's against it as I wait for his response.
"Yeah, but I'm n-"
"If you can do it I can do it. What? Do you think I'm that fragile?" I demand, I know he doesn't it's impossible to look at me and think that, well maybe not for him because he's 6'8 and on steroids. I hold back a laugh when he starts to turn red with frustration. I really enjoy pushing his buttons.
"Why are you so damn frustrating?" I'm assuming that's a rhetorical question. It would probably take me a few hours to answer if it's not.
"Thanks for dinner Elena." I flash a smile as I push back from the table. This conversation has gone on long enough, I'm starting to get bored.
"Your welcome." She smiles uneasily. I can practically feel the eyes glaring into my back as I walk up the stairs. I glance over my shoulder when I get to the top locking eyes with assmunch.
"Staring is rude you know." I remind the unmannered boy before slamming my door shut behind me. I need to rest up for cliff diving tomorrow. At least I have someone to verbally abuse now, this 'vacation' might actually turn out to be fun.
Hey Guys, I felt like I needed to add this because I got a review from someone saying they won't be reading anymore. I need you to understand that Callida hasn't had a normal life, she tends to react violently to things that she doesn't understand because all she's ever known is violence. She's going to get better as the story goes on, so if you're offended by her hitting Paul she did it because she doesn't know how else to react to the feelings she's beginning to have towards him because of the imprint, other then getting him to leave her alone.
Plus she grew up with a lot of people who's first instinct is to lash out when they're uncomfortable.
Thanks for reading :)