Sam's Sister *Paul Lahote Imprint*

~Explanation~

~Paul's POV~

"Heyy, Stacy" I say, with extra charm.

"Hi, Pauly!"

"How's my special girl?" I coo, oh, would you look at that, the sexy smirks back.

"I'm great babe" she replies, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning in.

I kiss her obviously.

She's hot.

Did I mention she's my girlfriend?

Oops, that must've slipped my mind.

I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth.

It doesn't last long though.

No she hasn't pulled back.

No girl ever does.

I've just moved onto her neck, sucking slightly while caressing her cheek.

She's enjoying it.

And it ends up with us back at mine....

~Amara's POV~

"Sam, I don't know what to do! He never pulled back!" I exclaim.

"Yeah, cause he's a man-whore" growls Leah.

"But, Sammy I can already feel the pull, why can't he?" I ask truly confused.

"If you can, then he can Amara. He's just chose to ignore it. And he'll pay for that. This is exactly what I feared" Sam replies, surpressing a growl.

"Amara, come here" It's Seth. Oh how I've missed Seth. We've been best friends forever. We're nearly as close as me and Leah. Almost.

I move over to Seth and he brings me into his lap.

We used to do this as children, curl up with each other when one was sad.

It feels nice. Just like old times.

"Thanks Sethy" I say, burrowing my head into the crook of his neck.

"No problem Amy" he whispers into my hair.

I don't know how long we sat like that, but I didn't care, I had the people I needed.

They helped me get Paul out of my mind.

That's a start.

~Paul's POV~

I'm lying in my bed alone.

Stacy had to leave after all the fun.

Such a shame.

I was up for round two.

Meh...

Her loss.

I get up and get changed.

Into tan shorts and trainers.

No top.

Like usual.

As I'm lacing up my last shoe.

I feel a pul in my chest.

Why am I feeling this way?

Sad.

Then it hits me.

I imprinted today.

On Sam's Sister.

Oh sh*t!

I've really screwed up this time.

I'm dead meat.

It feels like someone's comforting her.

But it's not Sam.

Wha-!

It's Seth!

Seth!

That Jacka**!

Just picturing my imprint in his arms.

No!!

And it's because she's upset.

And it's my fault.

I start running to Sam's.

Phasing along the way.

I'm gonna sort this.

I don't know how.

But I will.

I have to.

It'll all work out right?

Right?

It has to!

My life depends on it!

Literally......................

Amara, I'm sorry.

So, so, so Sorry.

I screwed up.

Big time............