I Didn't Want An Imprint (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Moving On

I looked down at my empty plate. A single tear fell from my eyes and landed right in the middle as his words repeated themselves over and over in my head.

"Paul, you idiot! We all see your thoughts!" Jared objected.

There was nothing else to say. I pushed my chair back, giving me enough space to walk by, and ran out through the front screen door and to my car. My cheeks began to burn, and the tears began blurring my vision as I drove home. The pitter patter of rain hit my windshield almost in unison with the tears falling down my face. It was the perfect end to a horrible evening.

Even after everything Paul had said to me, I still had no regrets of what I had done that day. I was confident that I had fulfilled my duties as an imprint. But, it still hurt, nonetheless.

I was finally in the driveway of my grandparent's home, and was ready to be in my bed, alone to my own thoughts and tears. I sat in my car trying to regain my happy appearance and to think of an explanation of why I was home so early, in case my grandparents were to ask. The sound of the rain was so peaceful, and surprisingly helped me to calm down from the intensity of mine and Paul's blowup. I finally stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door, opening it with my key.

The warmth and safety of the home almost started up the tears again, but I promised myself to hold it together until I was out of sight from my grandparent's view. I kept my head down as I walked over to the stairway leading up to my room.

"Y/N? Honey? Oh my goodness, it is so good to see you!" I turned around as two arms came towards me, and immediately recognized the voice

"Mom?" I exclaimed as I hugged her back tightly.

"Your father is here too!" She said excitedly as she pulled back from our embrace.

"There's my girl!" I rounded the corner into the living room to see my dad standing next to my grandma. I slammed into his hug, almost forgetting everything that had just happened with Paul.

"Oh my gosh! Wow! I mean, what are you guys doing in La Push?! I thought you both were on business trips?"

"Well, we were," my mom began as she went to stand next to my dad, grabbing his hand, with a big smile on both of their faces.

"But," my dad began, "we decided to come and see you."

"Awesome! How long are you guys staying?" I questioned, still overly excited at seeing my parents after so long.

They both looked at each other, still smiling, "Actually, just a couple of days, Y/N. You see, your father and I want you to come back to Texas with us! We decided that we wanted to spend your last few months of your senior year with you before you're off to college, and we can't do that if you're all the way up here!" My mom finished. They both stared at me, still smiling, and waiting for my reaction.

"Back to Texas? But, why now? I like La Push, I like my friends..I don't want to leave." I could tell that my reaction was not the one they were hoping for, and I could see their faces slowly drop.

"Your grandparents told us how upset you seemed these past few weeks, and we figured it was because you were missing your friends in Texas, and being with your parents, Y/N. We want you to be happy, and we know it's crazy to ask you to move again, but haven't you missed Texas?" The look on my dads face was full of hope.

After everything I had been through the past few weeks, I could admit that I was feeling bummed out and missing my Texas friends, but even though Paul pretty much hated me, I didn't want to leave the pack and the friends I had made here. I could feel myself being pulled in both directions, and pressured for a decision.

The smiles on my mom and dads faces pulled me back in. I smiled and gave a slight shrug of my shoulders-

"I guess going back to Texas won't be so bad.."

"That's wonderful, Y/N! We'll start helping you pack tomorrow morning, and we'll be on our way Tuesday." My dad gave me another hug, and moved over to let my mom get her hug in.

"Well, I guess I better go get some sleep." I said my goodnights, and headed up the stairs to my room.

I shut my door and pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contact list before clicking on the one name I didn't think would answer me anytime soon-

Chaz.

The phone rang twice before Chaz's voice came through the other end.

"What do you want?"

"Chaz, please don't hang up. I was hoping you might have some time to meet up with me tomorrow morning..maybe we could grab a coffee? I just need to get some things off of my chest before I...before I move."

"Move? You're leaving La Push? Or are you just trying to make Paul jealous again?"

I definitely deserved that. "I know I'm the worst person you've probably ever met in your life, and I totally understand if you decide to not show up, but if you do, I'll be at the café in Forks at 9AM. Hopefully I'll see you there tomorrow." I hung up the phone before he could respond, and got ready for bed.

Maybe this move will be for the best.