Olivia- sixteen, originally from California, blonde hair, green eyes, loves surfing; parents' divorce causes her to move to Forks, Washington.. Her surfing instructor is Embry Call, a mysterious 18-year-old who doesn't like to talk about himself. She wants to figure him out, but he won't let her.
Chapter One:
Olivia POV
My dad sat in the driver's seat talking on the phone with his boss, "Sir, I'll make sure I get to the new office as soon as I get settled." He paused then continued, "Yes, I understand I'm a day late, but they couldn't get the closing done on the house yesterday." He stopped again. "I'm sorry, but I can't talk and drive at the same time. I have to go." He hung up and we pulled off the interstate into Seattle. After about an hour, we pulled up to a house.
It has a white picket fence, and a porch with a swing. I'll admit, it's cute. Better than what I expected my dad to pick out. "What do you think? Your old dad picked pretty good, huh?" I rolled my eyes. "Your room is upstairs, third door on the left. The movers have everything in there; we can go to the paint store if you don't like the color." "No, I'm sure it's fine. I- uh- am going to unpack." "Okay but don't be too long. I think we should go out to dinner tonight. I have some news for you." HE smiled. "Oh, okay." I walked up to the door that he said was mine. The new furniture was all arranged, boxed that need unpacking sit on all my furniture. I have some serious work to do. I better get to it I guess.
I unpacked for about an hour when my dad called me downstairs. "Livy, come see the garage." He called. I walked down into the kitchen and he flipped on the lights to the garage. I stood, amazed. "Is this real?" I asked as I walked into the room. The walls are painted white with surfing posters hung in frames. One of my boards sat on a table with a fresh coat of wax; I also saw the collections of board wax, a few new wetsuits, and cute bathing suits. "Dad this is great." I thanked him. "Well you've been a good sport in all of this drama with the move and the divorce. I got you a new long board, fixed the fins on your fish board." He smiled, this is the one thing Dad and I never fight about, surfing. "When can I take them out?" I asked. "Well, I would feel better if you waited until I could get someone out there with you. I can't get out there anymore with you since my lung surgery, and you don't know the currents and stuff here yet. I'll ask around work tomorrow." He smiled. "Dad, I've been surfing since I was ten. I think I can handle some new waves." "Olivia, no." I rolled my eyes and walked past him into the garage. I pulled one of my shorter boards, 6 ft., and grabbed my surf comb and scrapped the old wax off. I grabbed my Mr. Zogg's wax, weird; my dad chose a soft wax. Usually, the softer the wax the colder the water, it's the middle of June. How cold can the water still be?
Dad and I went to a diner up the road from us. I saw a few teenagers who I assume are around sixteen. Maybe my classmates. But the night passed rather quickly. I didn't realize how tired I was until I got out my shower. I hit the pillow and I was out.
The next morning I woke up at eight thirty. My dad had already left for work. I decided to call my mom before I began unpacking. The phone rung and I started worrying about her. Is she still mad? How can I make it clear that I still miss her? Should I tell her I actually kind of like it here? No. She can't know I like it. It will break her heart. It rang again, and then stopped. "Hello, Mom?" I asked into the phone. "Olivia?" She sounded happy to hear from me. "Hey, Mom. I miss you." "I miss you too, honey. How are you? Are you guys getting settled?" "Yeah, the house is nice. I have my own room and dad made the garage into a nice room for all my surfing gear." I said, not realizing how excited I sounded. She sighed. "That's nice. Well I better get going. I love you, honey. I miss you." She sounded like she was crying. I hate myself, and the judge who ruled in my father's favor because of the stability of his job. "I love you, too, Mom. I miss you. I'll call tomorrow." She hung up.
My dad called when I began unpacking. "Hey, Livy, so I asked some guys at work and one guy said he had his son meet up with a local on First Beach. I got his phone number, call him and you guys make plans to do a few lessons. His name is Embry Call." That's an odd name. "Okay, Dad, are you sure I can't just do this on my own?" I asked once more. "I'm positive. I don't know what I would do of something happened to you." I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Livy, I'll see you later." He hung up before I could reply. A few seconds later my father sent me the number of my new surfing instructor.
I texted the number, 'Hi, I'm Olivia. My dad said he spoke to you about surfing 'lessons'?' He replied a few minutes later. 'Yeah, you guys just moved here, right?' 'Yeah. My dad is a little crazy, doesn't trust me in new waters.' I sent. 'Can't blame him, you're young.' I rolled my eyes. This guy is gonna piss me off. 'Look, I have been surfing for years, I don't need to learn how. Just let me know when you can meet me at the beach.' I sent angrily. 'Wasn't trying to make ya angry. Want to meet Friday, maybe around ten?' I smiled. He seems kinda dorky. 'Sounds great, see you then.' I sent, quickly, I added, 'Wait how will I find you?' he sent a smiley face. 'I'll be the huge tan guy with the awesome abs.' I laughed. 'Bye Olivia.' He sent. I smiled again. 'Bye Embry.'
The rest of the day I thought about Friday, only three days from now. Why did my dad have to get me a guy instructor? What if he is hot? There's no way I can watch a hot guy surf. Was he acting flirty earlier? What did he mean by 'awesome abs? He couldn't be flirting. He doesn't know what I look like, or act like or even how old I am. Get a grip, Liv. I finished unpacking and went to the garage.
I took down my balance thingy, basically a piece of wood on a cylinder and practiced my balance. It took me twenty minutes to stand up on the thing. I haven't surfed since my parents told my mom was moving out. I was so devastated I just kinda locked myself away- stop Olivia. I can't keep thinking about California. I need to block it out and remember I'm in Washington now. I kept practicing but I realized how bad my balance has become in the last seven months. I'm going to make a fool of myself.
The next few days were boring. I talked to my mom. She wasn't happy with the idea of surfing in the cold waters; I told her I was wearing a full wetsuit. She didn't care. I told her I missed her often, but she has always been a bit more concerned with herself. Our relationship has never been great, but it has been extra strained since the divorce and the move. Not to mention the new boyfriend she has. I only wish I was back in California when all my 'friends' post pictured of them in sunny California on Instagram and Twitter. Instead I'm in Forks, Washington, where the sun doesn't shine and the hottest it's been in mid-June is 68 degrees. The only thing I'm looking forward to is seeing real snow in the winter. I've never seen real snow. Cali isn't known for cold winters. Soon, the day I had been anticipating came. Friday morning I woke up at eight, took a shower and ate a huge breakfast. "Hey, Eager Beaver." My dad said, patting my head. "Come on dad, I'm going to be late!" I said, it was nine-fifty-five. I'm going to be late. "Sorry honey I'm running late. You'll have to walk." He kissed my head and walked out.
Embry POV
I got to my appointment at the beach early. By nine o'clock I was fresh off the water and waiting for Olivia. I have to admit, I'm really excited. Usually I only get La Push kids who don't really know what they're doing. Maybe now I have found my surfing buddy. It's weird, I dint even know how old she is. She can't be too young, well not much younger than me. I expected her to be a little late, but by the time thirty minutes rolled around I decided to text her.
'Hey, you still coming? p' I sent. My phone buzzed.
'At some point. My dad forgot he had to bring me and woke up late for work. I'm walking. :/'
'lol, see you then.'
Ten minutes later I saw a young, blonde headed girl walking down the beach with a surf board. She seemed cute, she had on Nike long workout-pant-things, a tank top, and black Ray Ban sunglasses. I like this girl.
"Hi, Olivia." I said. "Oh, I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else." The girl said. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you…" She smiled. "I'm kidding, Embry, right?" I laughed. "Yeah, well you said you knew what you were doing so come on. I'll race you." She bent down to put her stuff down and I took off with my board. "Hey!" She yelled. "I'm not even dressed yet!" I waited for her to put on her wet suit. She really is beautiful. She wore a small string bikini but put her wetsuit on over the bathing suit; she zipped it up and grabbed her board. I took off into the water before she could catch up. I swam out and caught a small wave. I got my footing and stood up. I'll be honest, I wanted to impress her.
As soon as the wave began to break I missed my footing, probably because I didn't wax my board correctly. I wiped out; I felt a sting and a sharp pull in my foot. I hit my head on a rock. I pulled myself out of the water. I examined my foot, only to find I stepped on a piece of a beer bottle. It bled a lot. I held some pressure on it and when I took my hand away it was just a small cut. I touched my forehead. Just a bruise. Probable will heel by noon. I better not mention it to Olivia. Olivia. I stood up to find her in the water. Did she wipe out too? I saw her get her footing on her board. She didn't stand all the way up, but it was a great effort, especially since this is her first time in the shallow waters of La Push. She came back in about five minutes later.
"I saw you wipe out there." She laughed. I smiled; I was tending to my foot. I looked up and smiled at her. Something was different about her. Her eyes lit up, not blue, but not green. Like an emerald. She smiled at me, I couldn't look away. I didn't understand the feeling, but I knew what it was. I was bound to her. To protect her. All in one second I changed. I felt the pull. But how? I made eye contact with her before, didn't I? No. She wore the sunglasses when she walked up. They were extremely dark. Sam is right; imprinting is when the soul of a wolf joins with the soul of a human. I am joined to this one girl for the rest of my life. I always imagined imprinting would suck. This is amazing. Instead of the weight I would expect I felt like I was floating.
"Um, Embry?" She said.
