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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)
Riiiiinnnngggg (the bell for fourth period)
I am so out of here I thought to myself.
I had just packed up all stuff and was getting ready to leave the school. I would feel slightly guilty about missing class if they were teaching anything. Once again we were going to be having a movie day which is a complete waste of time.
Besides I got somewhere else to be right now.
Walking toward the school doors I almost got ran over by that Teresa girl who had been sprinting through the halls.
"Sorry," she said to me trying to catch her breath. "I just hate it when I'm late for class. I'm usually always on time, but I got held up at the library."
"Whatever," I grunted. I honestly couldn't care less about her problems right now. I moved past her and toward the exit.
"Wait," she called out to me. I sighed in annoyance as I turned around.
"What," I glared at her mildly.
She started to fidget around. "Um, I want to say sorry for what happened with Reed. I didn't know that was going to happen."
I snorted. "I don't care about Reed or what anyone else thinks of me." Well, there's that one person but that's none of her business.
She gave me a small smile. "Well, I broke up with Reed yesterday. I don't want a boyfriend that's that crazy."
Growing bored with this conversation, I started to walk away.
"Uh, aren't you going to class," she asked me.
"No," I replied simply.
"Oh, well if you ever want someone to talk to, or if you just want to hangout let me know," she told me before I heard her start to run again.
I snorted. Why would I talk to her when I have my own blue-eyed beauty to talk to?
Blue-eye beauty? (Sigh) There I go again.
It's been a week since Seton and I agreed to be friends, and this week has probably been the best week of my life. I got him to tell me when he's going to be at the beach, and I've been seeing him every single day. Whenever I'm around him I never feel like I don't have to put on a mask and can just relax and be free. Every time I tell him something about me, whether it be good or bad, his expression never falters and he never judges me on anything.
I actually skip class the days he said he was going to be at the beach during the day (which is what I'm doing now).
I don't know why I feel such an urge to spend so much time with him but I do. Seeing him just helps ease all my pains away so easily, just like the ocean use to do, but better.
Call me crazy but I think I'm…I'm…
"Patton," someone yelled from behind me pulling me out of my thoughts.
Turning around, I saw it was the skinny boy turned muscle boy, Jared Townsend. It was really freaky how he all of sudden gained a wrestlers body in a matter of weeks. Then again I have getting a little bit of muscle myself lately for no reason. I guess it just must be a Quileute thing.
"What do you want Townsend," I grunted out. I was on my way out of the school to Seton before he stopped me, and am not getting caught because of him.
"Where ya going," he asked trying to sound causal but failing miserably. We've never talked to each other before.
"Out," I smirked at him. I made to open the school door but was stopped by his hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off violently, no one touches me.
Townsend held up his hands looking amused.
"Whoa dude chill out," he told me, "I just want to ask you something real quick."
I looked around to see if any teachers were coming around the corner.
"What is it," I snapped at him. Not only was I pissed because he was talking to me, but also because he was stopping me from seeing Seton.
His face turned serious, "Have you been feeling alright lately," he asked me.
What the hell kind of question is that for him to ask me. Now that he mentioned it I have been feeling a little weird lately, but that's none of his business.
"Why would I tell you," I glared at him annoyed.
He shrugged while giving me a smirk. He looked like he got the answer he was looking for, for some reason.
"Whatever," I grunted as I made my way out the door. Out the corner of my eye I saw him take out his cell phone and dial a number but I didn't care.
I have someone waiting for me.
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Making great strides to the beach, I almost made it their in record time until I was stopped, yet again, by a hand on my shoulder. Turning around I saw it was the muscle head of La Push, Sam Uley.
I sighed irritatingly. Why did today of all days did I turn popular. I did not need this right now.
I glared at him. "What do you want Uley?"
"Why aren't you in school," he gave me a critical stare.
What the hell? "None of your damn business Uley," I snapped at him. I went to walk on but he blocked my path.
He gave me a blank stare. "Your father wouldn't be too pleased to hear of you skipping."
"Who the fuck are you to talk about my dad," I growled at him.
Although his expression did not change, I saw a light shine in his eyes as I got angry at him.
"I know your father is a good man. I know your father go's to work every day, puts food on the table, and cares for you like any good father would."
"Shut up," I yelled, "you don't know anything!" I hate it when people try and criticize me, telling me how much of a bad son I am and how I had such a great dad. They don't know what happens behind closed doors and yet they feel they have the right to lecture me.
I felt my body getting hotter and hotter by the second.
"I know what everyone else knows in this reservation," he told me blankly, "that you're nothing but a spoiled brat who doesn't know how good he has it. The only thing I've ever seen you do is piss of a great man that any boy would be proud to call father."
"I said shut up," I practically screamed at him. I was starting to shake violently. I couldn't stop shaking. Panic started to rise within me as I started shaking like I'm having a seizure.
I saw Sam back up a bit and get into a defensive stance, like he was waiting for me to do something.
The heat in my body was starting to turn painful. My breathing was starting to turn ragged as I slowly started to lose control of my own body. I honestly feel like I'm going to die. I closed my eyes trying to somehow stop what was happen but to no avail.
I just kept getting hotter, and hotter, and hotter, and hotter, until…
it stopped.
All of a sudden I felt my temperature drop and the shaking stop completely. Looking down and saw a pairs of arms wrapped around my waist. A relieved smile made it onto my face. I didn't even have to guess whose hands these belonged to.
After catching my breath, I turned around to see Seton. Staring into those ocean like eyes, I took his hands into mine.
"Thank you," I breathed to him. I didn't know what was happening to me, and I was scared beyond belief.
He just nodded at gave me one of his award winning smiles. I couldn't help but stare at those big pouty lips of his. I was so entranced by them I didn't notice myself moving closer toward them. He parted his lips for me, as if inviting me to continue on.
"Whoa," is what I heard when Seton and I we're literally a breath away from each other.
Annoyed, I turned back around to see a surprised looking Jared (I'm not sure when he got here) and a perplexed looking Sam.
"Um, Sam what happened," asked Jared still not taking his eyes off of Seton and I.
"I'm not sure," he said briefly before turning his eyes to Seton. I didn't like that way he was looking like at him.
Sam narrowed his eyes at him. "I haven't seen you around before, just who are you." He took a couple steps toward us.
A low growl emitted from the back of my throat as I glared at him and wrapped my arms around Seton. I don't why I felt protective of him all of a sudden but I did. It feels like there's a voice in the back of my head telling me to protect him.
Both of Sam's eyebrows rose up high as he looked at the two of us. Something like resignation showed in his eyes, as he suddenly turned his back to us and started to walk away.
Coming up to him, he said something lowly to Jared before continuing to walk on. Giving us one more look, Jared followed Sam away from us.
Once they were gone I relaxed a little bit, but I didn't release my hold on Seton. I turned my gaze back to Seton, and was unsurprised to see him staring at me as well. We must have stood there for the longest time just looking into each other's eyes silently communicating with each other.
Finally, when our stare broke, I hugged him fiercely. I can't express how happy I am to have him in my life. How grateful I am to have him there for me all the time.
"Don't ever leave me," I whispered in his ear.
His only response was to wrap his hands around my neck and hug me just fiercely as I was him.
At this point I don't know where I stand with him relationship wise. But all I know is I don't want to be just friends anymore.
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