Can't Help but Love You *Paul Lahote Story*

Chapter Eight

  - Patricia -

I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around as I then just gaped at Paul, not believing what he had just said. I stared at Paul as he ran over to my side and slid his arms around my waist and pulled me to him, his lips smashing against mine and the worst part was that I didn't stop it. It felt so right to have my lips against his. It felt so right because he was my imprint and I was his, but I couldn't tell him that I imprinted on him and I didn't know why. Paul's hand went down to my thigh and he stroked my bare skin with his thumb as he picked me up with his other hand on my ass and I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

My fingers were tangled in his hair and I couldn't help but notice that we were in public at the beach but I did know that no one was here anyway, but it still embarrassed me. 

Paul's lips trailed down my neck as he still held me to him even though I could probably support myself since my legs were wrapped around his waist. I let out a soft moan which made Paul smirk and kiss me harder. He was so gentle when we had first kissed on the front porch, but now it was pure animal and I liked every second of it which made me feel so guilty. 

"I can't do this Paul." I whispered against his lips and he shook his head and continued kissing me. He kept his one hand on my ass and took his other hand and ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm serious Paul." I muttered again but he just shook his head yet again and I pushed away from him. 

"Patricia, don't do this." he said but I didn't listen. I fixed my screwed up hair the best I could and then straightened my shirt. "Patricia-"

"No Paul. Just stop with all this nonsense. This can't happen and it never will." I said as I left him standing there as I began going back to the house. 

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I flung open my door and slammed it shut behind me as I stormed over to my bathroom and just left that door open. I gripped the edge of my bathroom sink as I looked at myself in the mirror and boy did I not look good. My face was flushed and my eyes where red and widened which made me turn away and face my shower. I let out a deep breath and walked out of my room and screamed, almost giving myself a heart attack. 

On my bed sat Jesse in a sexy tight white T-shirt and dark faded jeans. He smiled at me and I put my hand over my hearts as I slowly walked over to him and when I reached him, he grabbed my hands in his and swung our arms back and forth, softly. I smiled at him but then couldn't help but think of my make out session with Paul twenty minutes ago. Jesse sensed my stiffness and he raised his eyebrows as he tugged me on to his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his arm under the crook of my bent knees and he held me tight to his chest. 

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked and I giggled at my new name from him but then I remembered that he had asked me a question and I turned my head up to look at him. 

I couldn't bare to tell him so I need the next best thing; I lied. "Nothing. I'm just nervous about the living together thing." I said and that was a total lie because I was very nervous about that very, very much. Jesse smiled as he took his other hand and cupped my face with it as he stared into my eyes and he pressed his lips against mine ... But it didn't feel right. 

He wasn't Paul. 

When he pulled away, I smiled but it was a fake smile and he didn't need to know that. 

"Tricia, I love you and if you don't want to rush things, then we don't have to. I can wait. You wanna know why?" he said but he didn't give me anytime to answer. "Because your the first girl I've ever been in love with, Patricia." he said and I gaped at him. Did he just say what I think he said? Did he just say he loved me?! My eyes widened for sure and when he realized what he had said, he opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him. 

"Did you just say you loved me?" I whispered. 

Jesse swallowed and then slowly nodded, making me smile as I tightened my arms around his neck and smashed my lips against his. 

"I love you, too." ♥

- Paul -

I laughed as Jared glared at Embry who had just made fun of his milk mustache and that made Jared look over at me and I swallowed. 

"That so wasn't funny." I said, trying my best not to grin or laugh again. 

"Oh shut up, both of you!" Jared snapped as he scooted his chair back making it squeak and he jumped out of his chair and walked over to the sink where he grabbed a dishcloth and wiped at his face. I began laughing and Embry chimed in with me but I stopped in dead silence as I heard a giggle at the top of the stairs. The guys stopped laughing and Jared dropped the dishtowel as everyone listened. 

"No, Jesse. I have to tell them. They're my parents!" Patricia said at the top of the stairs and she began giggling. "Jesse! Stop tickling me." she squealed as I saw them step off the last stair and Jesse had Patricia in his arms and she was grinning up at him. I was supposed to be Jesse; the one holding Patricia like she was the love of my life and she was mine, not Jesse's. 

Patricia noticed all of us staring and she made Jesse out her down as she blushed and walked into the kitchen with Jesse following. 

"Hey guys." Tricia said, not looking at me. Good, she was such a baby! She turned to Jared and gave him a smile. "Jared? Where's my mom and dad?" she asked and I saw Sam and Emily walk into the kitchen right then and Jared pointed at them. 

"Right here." Emily said as she gave Patricia a weird look. Sam slid his arm around Emily's waist and pulled her close to him, which made my stomach tie up in jealousy. 

I needed Patricia so bad that it hurt. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Sam asked as he glared at Jesse and I wasn't surprised that Jesse took a small step back but Patricia straightened him up and he stood by her side again. Patricia grinned at all of us as she intertwined her fingers with Jesse's and he kissed he cheek, right here in front of us. That bitch.    -.-

"Jesse said he loved me!" Patricia squealed and my jaw dropped so hard that it actually hurt. I saw Emily and Sam glance at me out of the corner of their eye and I signed. Did everyone have to feel bad for me? God! 

"That's great, honey." Emily said as she moved away from Sam and walked over to Patricia who untangled Jesse and her fingers and accepted her mothers hug. "What did you say back?" I heard Emily whisper into Patricia's ear and I smirked. Maybe she said 'no', but then why would she be so happy. 

"I said, 'I love you," back." Tricia whispered back and my smirk disappeared as I put my head in my hands. 

No one cared about my feelings. 

No one cared that I was in love with the beautiful girl five feet away from me. 

No one cared the guy she was with had raped her. 

No one also cared how much this was killing me inside. 

I could have died right then, and only Embry would know since he was sitting right next to me, or maybe he wouldn't even notice since everyone cared about Patricia and her 'amazing' boyfriend. 

And then I tasted water on my lip and I just noticed that I was crying but it wasn't that bad. Only two tears, but still. Sam glanced over at me and noticed my years and he opened his mouth to speak but then closed it and I was grateful. My day was ruined, my life was ruined, and I would die alone because the girl I loved was going to marry a rapist ... Even though they weren't even talking about getting married, but what did I know! 

I sighed. I couldn't handle anymore of this so I got up off my ass and walked as fast as I could to the front door, ignoring the shouts from in the kitchen and what hurt the most was that I didn't even hear Patricia call my name.