Brooklyn (A Paul Lahote Story)

Chapter Twenty One

All night I've been twisting and turning, not able to get the kiss out of my mind, not able to find an answer to why I asked for it. All night I've been closing my eyes but opening them just as fast as I shut them. All night I've been craving his arms around me, the satisfaction of knowing that I'm safe. All night I've been trying to tell myself that I can't let this happen, that I can't fall for another man - not again. Around 3o'clock, though, I finally got some shut eye. I was finally drifting away from the thoughts - the moment. But, to my luck, I only had three hours to myself before drama erupted in my house.

Currently, I am sitting up in my bed in nothing but shorts and a large t-shirt as I try to figure out if I really want to go downstairs to see what the commotion is all about. There's shouting, things falling on the ground, more shouting and some things breaking. It's been like this since 6am - now it's 8am and I can't even hear my own thoughts. My heart is racing at the thought of what the outcome may be while my thoughts are consuming me. The loud sounds continue to echo through the house and I flinch at every sound I hear.

I run a hand though my curly locks, pulling the red strands into a messy bun before patting Skie, smiling softly at her. "This woman is going to be the death of me." I quietly say. So is Paul... The thought crosses my mind but quickly is disposed as fast as it entered. Let's not think about him today, shall we? I think to myself, slowly getting out of bed as the screaming and things break have finally subsided.

I look out my window to see more cars enter the driveway. They are all placed in park in unison, people exiting the vehicle - including Paul. There goes that plan. I sigh, directing my gaze from the window to my precious husky.

"I need to get out of this house." I tell her, walking over to where she lays. "We need to get out of this house." I correct myself, patting her on the back before kissing her nose.

"Come on, I'll let you out." I say, encouraging her to get up before opening the door. And into the war zone I go..

I walk down the stairs, Skie hot on my trail before I quickly stop, hesitating to land my bare feet on the messy floor just as someone knocks on the door.

I hear a groan come from the kitchen, then shouts to follow. "Who's here now?!" The annoying voice that belongs to the one and only Paige shouts.

I grit my teeth together, closing my eyes as I rub my face - why me? I sigh, carefully placing my feet on the hardwood flooring before carefully crossing the large entryway. Moments later, I am face to face with the large door before I unlock and open it, Skie running free with her tail wagging behind her.

I look at Sam and the boys behind him, giving them the best smile I could. "If I were you, I'd run." I whisper, crossing my arms as I lean against the doorframe.

"Why?" Quil dared to ask and I raise my eyebrows, shoving my thumb backwards to show them the wonderful mess behind me.

"It's a war zone in here. They've been at it since 6am." I slowly say, looking around the boys to see Skie playing with the three younger ones.

"So we shouldn't go in there?" Embry slowly asks and I nod.

"That's exactly what I'm-" a large shout echoes through the house, causing me to jump and quickly step outside and into the cold air, "-saying.." I finish, closing the door behind me.

"Sleep well?" Jared asks, looking me up and down and I glare at him, leaning my back against the door.

"I slept for three hours so no." I snap, resting my head backwards as I close my eyes.

The boys chuckle, no doubt nudging each other in the stomach as they think whatever thought that's flooding their mind right now.

"Oooo- ow!" Embry starts before a loud clap makes him stop, no doubt someone hitting him behind the head. He deserves it.

"What was that for?!"

"You know exactly what it was for." I hear the deep voice firmly state, causing my heart to stutter as I pin the voice to the name it belongs to. Paul.

I force open one of my eyes, looking at the tall man before closing it back up. "Good morning." I mumble, a soft yawn escaping my lips before a tiny sneeze escapes my nose.

"Morning." He says, no doubt a smile on his face by the way his voice is so light. "Why are you outside without a coat?" He quickly asks, placing his hands on either side of my arms, rubbing them gently.

I shrug, looking up at him. "They knocked, I answered then hell started to break loose and I didn't want to be in the way of it so I hurried out the house." I answer, pushing myself off the door.

Paul nods, pulling me closer to him as he wraps me in his large jacket with him before wrapping his muscular arms around me.

"Better?" He asks, resting his head on mine.

I nod, smiling softly. "Better."

~*~

"Now way!" The squeal pierces my ears, making me flinch and rip my ear buds out.

"You guys kissed?!" Becca exclaims, her eyes wide and mouth agape.

I laugh, nodding as the wind blows through the wind chimes, a beautiful sound coming from them hitting each other. "Yeah... I still don't know why I wanted him to kiss me.." I slowly say, taking a peak inside to see the boys still in the kitchen, eating pizza. My dad and Paige left a while ago - don't know where, don't know what they're up to and I really could care less.

After they left, I went outside to FaceTime Becca - after changing into a pair of leggings and a large sweater, of course - just to catch up and see how she was doing in Brooklyn without me.

"Well, you haven't kissed a boy since-"

"-I know." I cut her off, giving her a look. "That's why I'm so confused..." I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose with me fingers.

She gives me a small smile, a shout in the background before a frown replaces that smile. "Well, I've got to go.. My moms calling me. I love you and text me, okay?!" She says, a smile spreading across her face.

I smile back, blowing her a kiss. "Okay, have a good day! I love you too." I say, both of us waving at each other before cancelling the call.

I lean back on the porch swing, looking outside at bright, blue sky. The sky is clear, not a cloud in sight as my brown orbs admire the scenery in front of me.

A sigh escapes my lips, thoughts beginning to swarm my mind once again.

What am I going to do about Paul?

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A/N: Hey guys!

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Until next chapter,
C

P.S. Remember Kyle and Stiles? They're coming up soon! (May cause some drama too....)