𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰? "

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╰┈˚ · ° .   WE ALL KNEW THAT THAT DAY, when we would all go to school for the first time together with Paul, rumors would spread as quickly as diseases in kindergartens. He had been absent for two weeks for mono just to suddenly ditch his friends and start hanging out with us as soon as he came back didn't sound very realistic. Not for him, at least. Might I also add the fact that the entire school knew that we didn't like each other was not going to help either.

With our nerves all riled up, we waited outside the entrance of the school for Paul to come. We hadn't talked about what had happened the evening before, and I was not going to. When I finished my drawing, I had got up and he had disappeared in the woods once again, no words exchanged.

"He will show up, right?" Jared asked the question that we were all wondering. He had his arms wrapped tightly around Kim, the girl standing right in front of him, relaxing her back to his chest.

"He will." Sam stated, his tone firm with conviction.

"Well, he might not, actually." Amelia said as she typed on her phone to whatever girl she was hooking up at the moment.

"Sam!" Leah's voice carried above the noises of the other students as she speed walked to our group making us all turn towards her.

She had never approached us when we were together. Leah Clearwater was definitely a girl of few words and that preferred the company of not many people.

"Hey." As soon as his girlfriend reached him, Sam had captured her lips into a kiss.

A faked a gag, completely turning away from the couple, earning a couple of snickers from the others.

"Hello, Leah." I said loudly enough so that hopefully they would take the hint to stop kissing.

"Trixy." She nodded her head in greetings at me with a tight lipped smile.

"So you are the famous Leah Clearwater." And here she was, Amelia ready to stir shits up.

The Clearwater girl raised an eyebrow at the shorter girl. "Didn't know I was famous." Leah said with a fake smile, her hold onto my brother tightening in jealousy. Of what, I didn't know since everyone knew that Amelia only liked girls. "And you are?"

"Amelia Black." The air witch winked at the older teen. Amelia smirked, scanning the girl from head to toe "Might I say, that you are much prettier in person than in photo."

Of course she was going to flirt with her.

The wolf-witch couple snickered and laughed under their breath as I let out a groan at the same time as my brother.

"Mia." Sam mumbled with a sigh. It wasn't the first time that Amelia had commented on the beauty of the Clearwater girl, mostly to spite Sam. "Can you not?"

"Are you flirting with me?" Leah asked, an amused tilt to her lips. "In front of my boyfriend?"

"A girl can alway try." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly sending Leah her infamous smirk.

"Okay, stop flirting with her, Amelia." Sam sent her a glare before motioning to her phone "Weren't you talking with someone like, less than three seconds ago?"

"Ignore her, Leah. If a girl moves, she's gonna try to shoot her shot." I commented with a grin.

"I'm taking offense to that." The air witch mumbled. Even if she knew that I was right,

"Good."

"Why are you still outside?" Leah asked, more to her boyfriend than us.

"We are waiting for someone else." Jared replied though.

"A new addiction? Are you collecting strays?"

Snorts fell from us girls' lips. "Kind of." I replied amusedly, sending a wink to the two wolves, who rolled their eyes.

The rumble of a car, the last to come inside the school parking lot probably, caught our attention. Paul parked in his usual spot, his friends were already crowding his car when he exited. Words were exchanged, and from the look of it, it wasn't a very calm conversation. Because their angry shouts started to overshadow everyone's conversation.

We looked at each other wide eyes, this was not the plan. Sam kissed his girlfriend as we all quickly said our goodbyes to her before we rushed towards where Paul and his friends were arguing.

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𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯

╰┈˚ · ° .  I knew that I had procrastinated as long as I could coming to school. I spent thirty minutes in my car, driving aimlessly around before I got the courage to finally go where I had to. Because as soon as I would get out of my car in the parking lot of the school, I knew that everything would change for me. That what my life had become would become real.

Sam was right. I could stay around people that didn't know about our secret. It was too dangerous. My anger had always been just a lit match away from blowing, it had just intensified with the phasing. Only now, I had a secret to protect too, a secret that could easily make me kill someone in a snap of a second.

Jackson, Aiden and Carlson, had been three of my closer friends since I had started High School. But I guess I never really knew what real close friends looked like until I saw how the pack and the coven acted when together. There was no jealousy, no competition, everything was genuine. And I got a taste of exactly what it felt to be part of that. Even in the beginning, when it was clear that they would have preferred anyone else other than me, reasonable since it was my fault that Beatrice was nicknamed the Arsonist by all the students in our school, hell in all La Push and Forks, they made me feel more welcomed then I had ever felt before.

I fended them all crowded together as a group when I entered the parking lot. I could see the way Amelia was smirking, that glint in her eyes that she had whenever she flirted. Sam, glaring at her as she held his girlfriend to his side. Jared and Kim, wrapped around each other like that was the exact place like they belonged. And Beatrice, she was smiling. I don't think I had ever seen her smile as much as in these two weeks then in all my life. She had always been beautiful, but when she smiled, she made my heart stutter. And I hated it. I hated it because It made me want her even more. Friends, siblings... you'll be whatever your imprint needs or wants. Sam had repeated the same thing the legends always talked about. Well, fuck that, because as sure as hell I could never be just friends with her. Not like she would even want that in the first place. It was clear that she pretty much didn't tolerate me. But for a bit, while she drew yesterday with a soft smile on her lips, it was the first time I felt at peace since I could remember.

I glanced at her one last time before I exited from my car. I knew they were all watching. The plan was to ignore my friends until I was in a more secure environment, with at least some of them to help me if I got too angry, before talking with them and breaking off our friendships. But I threw caution to the wind when I stepped outside the vehicle, intending to ignore them until Jackson grabbed my arm.

The conversation quickly got out of hand, and I knew that we had an audience from probably the entire school when I couldn't hear anyone else talk.

"Paul." Sam said out loud, his voice cutting through the argument I was having. He added a bit of his alpha command in there, just to make sure that the unspoken message passed through. I needed to calm down because I was too close to shifting.

"What the fuck do you want, Uley?" Jackson shouted, spitting out the name as it was a curse.

Sam didn't spare him even a glance. "Let's go." He nodded to me.

I was ready to get out of there, already having enough of everything. But as I stepped away from Jackson, he was quick to grab my arm, not letting me go much further away.

"Are you kidding me? Are you really ditching us for the circus freaks group?" He let out a scoff, as If he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Circus freaks group. That might have been my fault too. I had called them that first when Sam, Beatrice, Jared and Amelia came back after two weeks and acted as best friends.

I could admit that I could be an asshole from time to time.

Rage rose inside of me too quickly as I felt his fingers latching onto me "Let go of my arm, Jackson. Now." I said through clenched teeth, trying to breath over all the anger.

"Or what?" He challenged.

"Or I'll punch your face in." I replied, taking a step forward until I was closer to him.

"Take your hand off him, man. Come one, there is no need for a fight." Jared said with his grin. With the time spent with him I had come to understand that it was his power move. His characteristic grin. "Or to insult us too, actually."

"Mind your own business, Cameron." Jackson spat out. His eyes never moving away from mine, continuing to glare.

"Okay, we are so done here." Suddenly Jackson's hand was forcefully unwrapped from my forearm by Beatrice. She sent him a sarcasm filled smile, shoving me lightly until I took that as my chance to get away.

Sam took that opportunity to grab me and keep him firmly next to him as Amelia discreetly placed her hand just where Jackson's had been seconds before, helping me control my rage through the witch-shifter bond.

I had discovered that as much as that was strong, it could never be a match for how Beatrice could quickly make my emotion shift. I could be on the verge of phasing, and just with a feather-like touch of her fingers, I could calm myself down instantly.

"What the-" Jackson frowned as he looked at her confusedly. And then, he grabbed her arm, and I almost growled out letting my wolf side win.

"Get her away from him, Sam" I mumbled under my breath knowing that he could hear me. I breathed deep breath, in and out, trying to not shift.

Sam nodded his head, for sure just about to call her name when Jackson opened his mouth again,

"Jesus, I can't believe this. What, were you really so low on pussy that even her is enough now?" Jackson scoffed as he looked at me as if I was the most disgusting thing ever.

"What the fuck did you say?!" I snapped. Shoving Sam's arm away from me easily as I went face to face with my friend. I knew that it was only because Sam was reeling in his own anger, like everyone else, that I succeeded in getting away from his hold.

I knew I was close, too close to shift, but I didn't care. Not after what he had said about my imprint.

"I dare you. Say that again." I whispered the words out loud, letting the wordless threat hang between us two. Jackson knew what I was capable of when angry. It had never been the best thing to do, to ignite my anger, even as a human.

"I'm just going to pretend that I didn't hear that." Rolling her eyes with a scoff, Beatrice reaching for me ready to drag him away. "Let's go, he is not worth it." I looked down at her, my anger softening its edges.

"I guess she is really a good fuck for you to ditch us. Maybe I'll give her a try once you are done with her." Apparently that had been the last straw from my wolf. I could feel him trying to claw himself through my skin.

An earthquake, though, moved the earth underneath our feet. Chaos descended when the wind picked up and fire blew out from the hood of Jackson's car. Hands dragged me away until I could smell the forest around me. But I could not see anything, everything was tinted with anger.

One moment I was human, the next I was a wolf.

"You really know how to pass unobserved, don't you?" Her voice was like a siren call to me. Even if I knew she was mocking me, my wolf didn't care. He only wanted her.

"Tris." Sam stepped forward as he took a couple of steps towards my imprint. He made a motion as if to touch her shoulder, to call her back. I growl at him, letting him know not to touch her. I couldn't control my wolf, not yet, not with all this anger and definitely not when she had Jackson scent on her from when she had stood near him. Too close.

"Okay, what the fuck is he doing?" she asked out loud to the others as I rubbed my snout on her arm trying to get rid of Jackson's scent.

"Just go along with what he needs." Sam sighed. I could feel his glare piercing through my fur. He didn't really like the fact that I had imprinted on his sister. Not that I could control it anyways.

"What should I do?" Beatrice asked out loud, almost sounding uncertain.

"Don't know."

"Thanks. You are always such a great help Mia."

"You're welcome."

"Sit." It was the first time that I had used the mind link between us. I didn't even know if she had heard me until she snapped her head towards me letting out a scoff.

"Okay first of all, mind your tone before I turn you into a rug." She started. Dramatic as always. "Second. Why?"

Letting air through my nostril, I replied "Just do it, little arsonist."

"You might want to stop calling me that if you want me to listen." she snarked. Of course nothing came easily with her.

"Please, Beatrice." I added more forcefully. I was trying to rein in my wolf that wanted to go and find Jackson and just kill him from even thinking about touching her.

The girl widened her eyes, completely surprised by my choice of words. I don't know if it was me saying please or me calling her by her name that was the most shocking.

"Well, that's new." She muttered, but in the end she did as I asked her.

She sat down on the forest floor eyeing me carefully until I placed my head in her lap.

"What the-" Jared mumbled.

Knowing that the others were here was not alright with my wolf. He let out growl, lips curling in a snarl.

"Oh." Jared nodded his head in my direction. He was the only one that could understand me somehow, having his own imprint. "C'mon." He gestured to the others, who begrudgingly followed him.

I relaxed once I couldn't see, hear or smell the others near. My head fell limp on her lap again, my snout nudging at her hand.

Reluctantly, Beatrice started to thread her fingers through my fur. "Admit it, you are obsessed with me. Not like I couldn't understand why."

"I think that Amelia is rubbing on you too much." I replied letting out a sound of amusement through my wolf as rumbles started to escape echo from my chest.

"I think I'm right." She insisted.

"Sure. Think what you want."

"I always do."

"I know." I replied. The more her fingers passed through my fur, the more I relaxed, and then, for the first time, my chest produced a pur-like-sound.

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

The misogyny in this chapter is killing me, I swear, but I wanted to add some drama and spice.

Overprotective and jealous Paul, I know he will come back.

I want to say something, in the fandom it is a common thing for Paul to reject the fact that he imprinted. I kept that up slightly (Very slightly) but I know that in the book he actually calms himself down, controls his anger so that he could be with his imprint, sooo. And I don't want to write a love interest that is not obsessed with my main oc, lmao.

I love writing obsessed love interests.

btw, there is a bit of information in this chapter that will be very important later on. Your guess?

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Tuesday!

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