MAGNOLIA ❀ P. LAHOTE

6. Depollute Me, Gentle Angel

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It's been about five days since the ancestors decided fuck Magnolia over and mate her with the asshole that is Paul Lahote. They've been avoiding each other like the plague and the Quileute girl is glad. And even though the Lahote boy was feeling guilty as all hell, he didn't have it in his mind to apologize. He has never apologized to Magnolia Clearwater, and it'll be a cold day in hell when that happens.

The events have been plaguing Magnolia's mind and she's tried to make sense of it for days. She knew he was jealous of her and Jared's exchange because she saw it, she felt his anger as his brain repeated their hug, over and over again.

Guess Paul's the jealous kind, huh? But he has no right to be, not after you tell the person you're supposed to be with for the rest of your life, with an unnerving amount of disgust, that they're now going to be stuck with you as if it's the worst thing in the world.

"Maggie!" Sam calls out to her, snapping her out of her thoughts, "You and Paul have patrol in a few minutes."

Her jaw ticks in anger and she notices Paul standing behind Sam with a smirk across his lips, "I don't wanna patrol with him," she crosses her arms and almost smiles when she watches Paul's face drop.

"Jared and I just got back, and you and Paul have been doing nothing, so it's your turn," With that Sam heads back inside the house.

"So—" Paul starts, but Magnolia's quick to cut him off.

"Listen," She puts her hand up to stop him from talking, "I don't want to hear you or see you, let alone work with you, so please do me a favor and leave me the fuck alone," Magnolia turns on her heel and phases before he gets the chance to speak, but she can practically hear him rolling his eyes before he phases as well.

See, the thing about Paul Lahote is that he's just as hot-headed as Magnolia. When they were younger, Paul used to be a giant prick to Magnolia for reasons unbeknownst to her. He'd pull her hair, push her, tease her, until one day when the two Quileute children were climbing trees.

An eleven-year-old Magnolia was having a hard time reaching the next branch and a twelve-year-old Paul being above her, offered his hand to help her but little did she know, he was going to let her go. Magnolia falls about twelve feet and crashes unto the ground with a loud thud and a snap. She almost couldn't breathe, taking short, painful bouts of air into her lungs. Her leg had broken from the fall and from where Paul sat, she looked dead. He started to hyperventilate, and he quickly made his way down the tree, not even bothering to make sure if she was alive before he took off to God knows where.

Sue found her a couple hours later and by then, Magnolia had passed out from the pain. Her parents rushed her to the hospital and that's when they found out the extent of the damage. Four of her ribs had broken, along with her left leg, she also had a skull fracture and not to mention, a concussion.

When Magnolia came back to school three weeks later, he acted like she didn't even exist. Paul never apologized and the two kids never spoke to each other again. Magnolia's hated Paul since then. She's only ever thought he was coward who chooses not to take responsibility for his actions.

"You know, I feel really bad for leaving you there," Magnolia hears Paul say, finally breaking hours of silence.

"You feel bad? That's rich considering you left me for dead," she scoffs.