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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3897 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Paul's POV)
"Are you sure Sam," I asked him for like the fifth time.
I could practically hear him rolling his eyes over the phone.
"Yes Paul I'm sure," he stressed, "you've had enough time to get use to your new body and abilities. You're ready to go back to school."
I was a little skeptical about that. Sam has been telling me for the last couple of days that I have been improving with my control, but I haven't noticed any difference.
"If you say you," I replied hesitantly.
"You're going to be fine," he reassured me, "and Jared will be there should anything go wrong."
"Jared. Always a pleasure to be around him," I said sarcastically.
The dude was beyond annoying.
"Have fun," Sam told me teasingly before hanging up the phone.
Sighing, I started to pack up my stuff to get ready for school.
Over these past couple of days, things have been going pretty good for the most part. My dad has been avoiding me, which I loved, and I've been able to see Seton every day.
I just hope school doesn't ruin my good mood.
"I'm off to school," I shouted to mom as I passed her on the couch.
"Have fun," she said focusing more on her show than me.
Rolling my eyes, I went to leave the house before a thought struck me.
"Hey mom," I said.
"What," she replied sounding somewhat annoyed.
"Do you know why Miss. Call hates dad," I asked her.
"What," she looked at me in confusion.
"When I was talking to an, um, associate next to her house she got pissed off and started cursing dad's name," I explained to her.
My mom looked at me for a moment before narrowing her eyes at me.
"Are you sure she wasn't mad at something you did and blamed your father for it," she accused me.
I barely flinched at that assumption. There was a time when I would have taken that to heart, but now the insults and accusations just roll off my shoulders.
"No mom," I told her tightly, "Miss. Call specifically said that dad is a 'he's a two faced, lying, woman abusing, dog that needs to be put down.'
"Oh my," she jumped in shock, "I've never heard Miss. Call saying anything like that."
I nodded at her. "Neither did her neighbor my, uh, associate. She said that Miss. Call is always sweet and kind."
"Hm, I guess I'll go over later today and talk to her," she told me.
She nodded at me gratefully.
"Thank you for telling me Paul, nobody should talk about your father that way."
"Whatever," I scoffed and left the house to go to school.
She completely missed the point of me telling her that.
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(At School)
"Paul," I heard someone call out to me.
I turned around and saw it was those annoying leeches Trent, Cathy, and Steve.
"Where have you been? We whoa…," Trent stopped as he noticed how built I was.
"Dude, you got buff," Steve exclaimed in shock.
Cathy came over to me and started to stroke my left bicep.
"You look amazing Paul," she flirted batting her eyelashes at me.
I shuddered in disgust ripping my arm away from her.
That felt so wrong coming from someone other than Seton.
"How did you get like that," Trent asked.
I shrugged. "I did a lot of working out."
"Can you show me what you did," Trent asked excitedly.
I inwardly sighed to myself. This is starting to get a little messy.
"Bro," I heard an annoying voice call out.
I groaned as Jared ran over and put an arm around my shoulder.
"I got to show you something real quick. This way," Jared started walking us away from those three idiots so fast they barely had time to bat an eyelash at us.
"You're welcome," Jared told me pointedly.
I snorted at him taking his arm off of me.
"I didn't ask for your help," I reminded him.
"Yes but I did save you back there," he informed me.
I rolled my eyes. "What's your point?"
"My point is that," Jared stopped suddenly.
Looking in the direction he's staring at, I saw that he was staring at a somewhat nerdy looking shy girl as she walked into a classroom.
"Who is that," Jared asked in shock.
"I don't know. I think her name is Kim something," I looked at him to see he was smiling like an idiot, "why?"
"Kim," Jared repeated dreamily.
I started too shuddered in utter disgust until a thought struck me.
"Did you just imprint," I inquired of him.
He seemed to snap himself out of his daydream to look back at me in shock.
"I think I just did," Jared revealed sounding a little scared.
I looked at him to the classroom. "So go talk to her."
He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't even know what to say. And besides, isn't the late bell going to right any minute?"
"Well where is your classroom," I asked him.
"Room 202," he replied.
I looked at him dryly. "Room 202. As in the same room that girl just walked in?"
"Oh right," It seems the light bulb in his head finally decided to turn on as he rushed to his classroom.
"Thank Paul," he said as he ran into the room.
All I could do was shaking my head at his ridiculous antics.
"This is why I hate idiots," I stated before walking off to my own classroom.
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(Later That Day)
Riiiiinnnngggg (the bell signified the end of fourth period)
Finally, I thought to myself.
"Hey Paul," Teresa greeted me as we walked out of the classroom.
"What," I asked none too politely.
"Good to have you back at school," Teresa nodded with a smile, "if you're wondering you didn't miss much. This month of school's been pretty dry."
"I wasn't wondering," I replied.
"Oh," she seemed shocked by this for some reason, "so then…"
I tuned her out as someone caught my eye in the hallway.
"Seton," I questioned.
Indeed it was my imprint walking toward me smiling happily. Not missing a beat, he came right up to me and hugged me tightly.
Instantly I returned the hug.
"What are you doing here," I asked him.
He smiled up at me. "I was let out early for patrol and I had nothing else to do. I went over to see you at Sam's house, but they just told me you were here."
"So you came to find me," I guessed with a smile.
It was good to see that Seton doesn't have a problem speaking for long periods of time anymore. It took him a couple days but he caught on fast.
Seton nodded.
"It took me forever to find you," he pouted, "this place is like a maze."
I chuckled at him. "Yeah, most schools are like that."
"Excuse me," a voice beside us squeaked.
I looked over annoyed at the interruption, while Seton looked curious.
Teresa was looking between the two of us with shocked and curiosity.
"Hi I'm Teresa," she outstretched her arm for Seton to shake.
Seton, not fully understanding human customs, just stared at the hand.
"Um, hello I'm Seton," he greeted kindly.
Awkwardly she dropped her hand and smiled at us.
It was just then that I noticed everyone in the hall was staring at us. Either they were being discreet, trying to act like they weren't looking at us, or they were just outright staring.
Another reason why I hate stupid people, I thought to myself feeling utterly annoyed.
"Are you new," she asked my imprint, "I haven't seen you around here before."
"No I'm not new, I just live really close," he sort of lied, "I'm just here to get Paul."
Teresa nodded understandingly.
"You and Paul must be pretty good friends," she assumed.
"We're not friends we're dating," Seton replied bluntly. He had no shame in admitting that in front of a crowd.
Like a flame burning in a forest, rumors started spread the second after Seton opened his mouth.
Surprisingly, that wasn't the annoying part of all this. I couldn't care less what the loser's in this school think of me, what's annoying is that I can hear every single one of these idiots talking about me.
Oh my god! Did you hear that?
No fucking way.
That boy is so lying.
I can't believe that Paul kid is gay.
They have to be gay, just look at how close those two are.
This is unbelievable.
I inwardly growled to myself. This was starting to get on my nerves.
"Oh," Teresa blinked at us, "that's a shock."
"Why," Seton asked.
Teresa shrugged. "I don't know. Just didn't think of it happening."
"Think of what…"
"Okay, let's go," I interrupted pulling Seton to the schools exit.
"Wait up," Teresa called out.
"We got to go," I told her walking even faster.
"I didn't mean sound negative or homophobic if that's what you got from me," she yelled.
She sounded so pathetically desperate I felt I had to answer back. Maybe it will get her to stop following us.
"I know," I yelled back, "don't sweat it."
Thankfully, the clicking of her heels stopped and I was able to relax a little. I pushed opened the doors of the school and guided Seton and I down the street to my house. As we hit the sidewalk I started to walk a little slower.
"Paul did I do something wrong," Seton asked me innocently.
I shook my head at him. "No you didn't do anything wrong."
"Are you sure because you took us out of there pretty fast," he replied.
Sigh. How could I explain this to him?
"Seton," I started out slowly, "there are a lot of dumb beliefs in this world. A lot of people around the world hate people for something they can't control like race, family, and even sexuality."
"What are you trying to say Paul," Seton inquired.
What am I trying to say?
"Well because of all the hate, most people that like someone of the same gender tend to hide themselves or in other words 'hide in the closet'. You just took me out of the closet by shouting out that we we're dating."
"I did," he asked hesitantly.
I nodded at him.
"Oh," Seton looked down depressed, "did you want to hide our relationship? Are you afraid of what people will say about us?"
"Absolutely not," I quickly interjected.
I grabbed him by the chin and made him look me in the eye.
"I could never be ashamed of you or what we have," I whispered to him, "I love you too much."
"Oh Paul…"
"Those whispers I was hearing were just getting on my nerve's that's all," my voice quickly turned to annoyed remembering what those stupid people had to say.
Seton smiled and reached up and kissed me. I returned the kiss, slowly expressing my love for him. As we broke away I couldn't help but smile as he looked at me with those eyes I love so much.
"Mom stop," I heard someone cry out.
Looking over my shoulder, I saw in the distance my mom and Miss. Call arguing in the middle of the street while Embry was trying to break them up.
I sighed, feeling frustrated.
Seton raised an eyebrow at the scene.
"Let's go check it out," I said reluctantly.
I really don't feel like dealing with anymore drama.
As we approached them, we were able to get a glimpse of what they were arguing about.
"Don't play games with me Sherry," Miss. Call shouted, "you know good and well why I hate your husband."
"No, I do not Carey," my mom responded, "why do you hate my husband."
She gazed at her worried son for a moment.
"Embry go inside," she urged him.
"But mom,"
"Embry go inside the house now," she ordered sternly.
Embry slowly started to comply, until we saw a car speed in our direction. Imagine my surprise to see my old man run out the car looking at my mom furiously.
"Sherry, what the hell are you doing," he roared stomping over to them.
"Paul," Seton looked at me worriedly.
"Don't worry Seton, he not going to do anything in public," I reassured him.
At least I hope he doesn't do anything in public.
"Haven't seen you in a while Derrick," Miss. Call greeted my dad angrily.
He snorted. "Why the hell would I want to see you Carey?"
"I personally don't want to see you," she sneered, "but would it kill you to visit your son once and a while."
Silence, was the only answer that she was given.
Embry, Seton, and my mom looked completely shocked by this revelation. My dad didn't look the least bit affected by this however.
I, on the other hand, didn't display anything on my face. My mind was still too busy reeling from what was just revealed.
"Dammit it all," I mumbled.
I thought I said no more drama.
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