I used to be so giving, so caring towards those around me. Then, he came into my life. I was still selfless and nice to those around me, but that was only the Cullens. They separated me from my family and friends, so when they left I had no one to turn to. I was pretty comatose for a while, but one day I just thought, why the hell am I wasting my life for that ass-fuck?
Now, I'm more of a brash outgoing person. I still don't have any friends, but now it's because I don't want any, and nobody likes me anyway. That's why I decided to go to La Push today. A guy down there has a motorcycle he wants to sell, and it's pretty cheap. I have so much money saved up, I can buy it and still pay for my first semester of college.
I drive down the road and past the 'Welcome to La Push' sign. As soon as I get into town, my clunky truck immediately draws attention. I decide to just walk, so I find a place to park my Chevy. I hide behind some trees because I'm thinking, eh, what the fuck.
I walk back into town, and people are staring at me. It's a rare sunny day, so everybody is outside. I stick out like a sore thumb. I am about as pale as fuckin' sour cream, and there are a bunch of russet skinned native people around. Also, the dark clothing, combat boots, multiple ear piercings and pierced lip make me stick out anywhere in Forks, too.
I start to get out of the main shopping area, and look at the street signs. Looks like I'm heading in the right direction.
This is Fred. Fred is a line. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!...!`````````````````````````````` yaaaayyy!
God damn it, I'm lost! I look around me for something, anything familiar, but there is nothing, Great. Just as I'm about to give up and knock on some random fucks door, I am attacked.
"Bells! Is that you? " comes from behind me. I turn around just in time to be caught up in a massive bear hug. Just as Jacob squeezes the air out of my lungs, I manage to say "Holyfuckingshityou'resomuscleyandIcan'tbreatheholyfuckdamnit!" He laughs and sets me down, and then he really looks at me. His eyes get kind of large, and laugh at the look on his face.
"What did you do to your face, Bells?" he gasps. Great. "And do you have a mouth on you or what?" At that I smile hugely.
"Hey, at least I'm not a pussy like some people I know." I poke him, but I doubt he felt it. Stupid werewolf muscles. We banter and catch up for a couple minutes before he asks me what I was doing in La Push.
"Well, you wouldn't happen to know where Paul Lahote lives, would ya, WWF?" I ask.
"WWF?" "Were Wolf Fucker," he laughs, then says, "Yeah, I know where he lives but you don't want anything to do with him. Mean fucker he is." I laugh. "I have no special interest In him, but that bike he's selling, hell yes!"
"He's selling that thing? That is his baby! I tried to buy it from him and he practically ripped my head off, then said something about waiting for the right person to come along. Actually, he might like you. I'll show you the way.
We turned down the street I had just recently decided was the wrong way, and not too long after that come to a nice enough little grey house. Jake said he had to go, so I walked up and knocked. I heard scuffling until the door swung open. I am faced with a ripped, russet colored chest. The first thing that comes out of my mouth?
"Holy fuck, are you one of the pack?" He looks startled for a second, and then opens the door without saying anything, and as I step in I avoid eye contact because honestly, he's pretty intimidating. I go into the living room and right there is another guy who looks werewolf ripped.
"So, what do you want?" Comes a deep voice from behind me.
"That sweet ass motorcycle you got." I immediately answer. Then, the ass-wipe on the couch starts to laugh.
"You? That's great. You can't top 110 with those boots, there is no way you can handle that bike," Just as I'm about ready to fucking attack him, the guy behind me speaks up.
"Who knows. Sit down and talk to Seth for a bit,…" "Bella," I supply. He walks off into the kitchen, and I sit down in the chair across from the Seth kid. We make small talk, but I look everywhere except for him. Turns out he's only seventeen, he's Sue Clearwaters kid, and he's here to buy the bike from Paul, too. Also, they're both werewolves. Fucking awesome.
I am drawn from my oh so deep thoughts by Paul coming back from the kitchen. He doesn't say anything, just sits down and starts eating the sandwich he made. My stomach chooses that moment to growl silently, and they don't notice. But I am so damn hungry. Paul is sitting in the chair next to me, so I reach over and grab it out of his hands right as he's about to take a bite. I quickly take a ginormous bite, and then lick the whole sandwich. Take that, Mr. Silentness.
Seth laughs really loudly, and I look at Paul, straight in the face for the first time. And he's looking back. I look into his eyes, and his mouth is open. He's staring at me like I'm his whole world, and it scares the shit out of me. Firstly, because me and him haven't said five words to each other, second, he's a werewolf, and thirdly, he's scary. The werewolf part doesn't really bother me, and I feel safe with him.
"Did you really just imprint on her?" Seth chimes in. Imprint? What the hell? I look over to him in confusion, and me and Seths eyes lock. I get the same creepy 'I'm the center of his world' feeling, and then Paul starts snarling. Well, fuck me upside down and backwards.
