Tribal Goddess {Editing}

What's In Our Best Interest

What's In Our Best Interest

  Kaya...

I told Sam that he and his pack have no type of training whatsoever, and what does he do with that little peice of advice? He takes it and turns it into a familial matter, that had everything to do with what I did, Like; was leaving La Push so bad, that he had to throw a bitch fit about it? 

Come on now.

I am in no shape to be sorry about my decision. I felt as if I wasn't getting anywhere with Sam or my father about becoming an alpha of the Quileutes. But they were so concerned to have Sam lead, I took my ambitions elsewhere. And that was by far, the best decision I have ever made on my own. 

 And I was right about every thought I had about that pack. And every thought had been on how poorly they are with scouting the reservation, how bad their hand-eye cornation is, and how disgusting their combat technique is. Sam has no leadership skills, and that's a damn shame.

  I looked around outside of the house as I saw that my Paul, Brandon, and Kale, were picking up the weeds that had been embedded into the yard. all around the house. I would've done it myself, just to get my mind off of my terrible excuse of my brother, but then again, my boys felt as if I had done so much lately, that I deserve to just sit around and enjoy the beautiful day, and relax. I love my adopted family, they're everything that Sam, or my father wasn't. And I wouldn't take anything back, only because I wouldn't be the powerful woman I am today.

"Hey beautiful," Paul came up to the front steps, and sat down next to me as he wore dirty gardening gloves, dirt all up and down his bare chest, and a smudge of dirt and sweat across his forehead. He happened to be absolutely amazing. "What're you thinking about?"

I looked at his smile once more, and then I looked around at the others, Harold and Willy were cutting grass all around, Xavier and Steven were weed wacking the weeds over by the tree linings. Ray, and Taylor had been cleaning the inside of the house, and ridding it of dust and allergen. Mike, Chris, and Erin had been inside the house, but they were the one's preparing dinner, although, I would have hoped that'd be me to do that job. But again, with relaxing, I was in no way allowed to help with anything.

"Ah, it's nothing important, I'm just lost in my thoughts." I smiled. But what I couldn't help but hold in, was the thought of Paul, Sam's Paul, and how lost he looked when I appeared at Sam's home. I couldn't help but think of him lately. I couldn't help but look and think that maybe he was thinking of me too. But that's too silly for even me to think that, right?

"Well, I would like to pick your brain, if that's alright." He sat closer, and feeling the coolness of his breath, on my neck, made me feel all types of emotions. But then I had to swipe them away, because I have a Paul, although I wish my Paul was the Paul I had imprinted on, but now that I actually had time to have a decent conversation with him. Now my Paul and my other Paul are both the Paul's I want. And now I have no idea what I'm gonna do. Because one man, I want nothing to really do with, but I still find sweet and sexy, and the other is someone who every woman wants in a man, and I know someone out there is his imprint. But I can't let him go.

"Alright," I smiled lightly as I turned and gave him my full attention, and picked through my own brain before I found anything to talk about. I just wanted to get this over with, because being in my thoughts, wasn't such a smart idea right now. Having too much on my mind, especially both Paul's, just might not be okay with me. "Well where precisley, do you want to start picking at?"

"How about you and I? Do you think you maybe want to do something after dinner?" He asked as his eyes were filled with hope. And that hope had my head spinning because I just couldn't do this with him. I just couldn't do it because I'm not going to be the one to set anyone up for anything. Especially heartbreak. I just won't be in charge of any of that nonsense.