EMPOV
There were supposed to two new students today, a boy and a girl. Apparently they're the chief's daughter. I didn't even know we had a chief. Let alone a police station. Everyone in the parking lot looked like they were gonna piss themselves…not the best first impression a person can give.
But, I mean, I guess I understand. They're just happy because Forks is just a small podunk town with nothing exciting. And I can't explain it to my little cousin James; he just doesn't get it when I try to tell him where he is when he comes to visit.
Flashback
"Way ah we?" he asked. He hadn't learned to pronounce his R's yet.
"We're in Forks" I said, bending down to his car seat that was set on the ground; his mom was loading the car with the luggage. Mind you, I was fourteen and had no muscle.
"Like, spoons?" he asked.
"No, Forks"
"So, do people there only eat soup?" he asked, totally ignoring my last statement.
"No. Kid, do you understand what I'm saying?" I wasn't about to pick a fight with a four-year-old boy but, come on, the kid was acting like a total… oh I can't say that word. (Remember? 14!)
"So, only soup? Right?" he asked. Ugh! I was about to strangle this kid! I mean I know I'm not really that strong but I do have a somewhat bicep. Right?
He must have seen the anger on my face because he started crying.
End Flashback
And that is how I lost my first date.
Suddenly a truck screaming the lyrics to 'Brick by Boring Brick' by Paramore rounded the corner at about twenty miles per hour, almost hitting sixteen people.
Well she lives in the fairy tale The angles are all wrong now
Somewhere too far for us to find
Forgotten the taste and smell
Of a world that she's left behind
It's all about the exposure the lens I told her
She's ripping wings off of butterflies
Keep your feet on the ground
When your head's in the clouds
Some one's legs were dangling out of the passenger window. I think all the windows were down. They were DC's so I'm just gonna take a wild guess but I think that's the guy's feet (note heavy sarcasm).
Then the music cut off and the legs descended back into the cab. The lot went dead silent; it was like a freakin' suspense movie.
The driver door opened and out stepped a girl that- no woman is more appropriate. She had curves that could kill, literally. I swear to God any second now they were going to come alive and stab someone. She had on a black tee that had BAD KITTY in sparkly silver with a spastic cat that looked like its being electrocuted. And a mini skirt with distressed blood red leggings. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her ends were a dark purple. Her combat boots were slightly worn out which made the effect of the outfit cooler. And she had on all this loud jewelry that made it look awesome. All together she just had a rocking body.
The boy was roughly 6'3" and he had a medium build. There was a bracelet on his wrist that read: Moment of Zen. His tee said: I 3 BOOBIES (A.N. like the brand!). He had Bermuda shorts on. For Christ's sake are these two trying to get hypothermia? Miniskirts -not that I didn't appreciate that part, but really? Miniskirts and shorts? It's Forks, not the Sahara desert.
Maybe they're like, immune to cold, I thought.
They started walking towards us; I noticed they didn't have any backpacks or bags with them.
While the woman was walking past Mike she whispered in his ear: Stop staring at my breasts; that's very unattractive.
It was then that I decided I was going to get her to be mine. Arriving