Disclaimer: I only own the plot, not the characters
Not even the Hawaiian surfer dude.
Okay TECNICLLY I own Melinda and Brad, but I don't WANT to own them soooo
WHO WANTS THEM?
Imprint4 Rachael and Paul
It was a rare moment. If I told you how much you wouldn't believe me, but rumor has it that it's been more than ten years.
Yes, ten years since the last time I didn't have something to entertain my mind with. Not even Homework!
I sat, tapping my pencil, bored to tears, swaying in my chair, trying my hardest not to let my mind wander in to unwanted memories.
My room, as well as my building was empty. The whole campus had taken advantage of this free night to go to Melinda's party. I could have gone, but what business did I have there? Besides I hated Melinda and Melinda hated me, and seeing her all over the jerk I use to call my 'boyfriend' wasn't going to make our situation any more pleasant for me.
I sighed. If I was more like Rebecca this wouldn't be happening to me.
Rebecca wouldn't have let that bitch even look at her man.
But sadly I am not and will never be anything like my sister. I just watched from the sidelines as Melinda lured Brad away from me, not even fighting for what was rightfully mine.
Rebecca had always been more outgoing than me. She was the life of the party, no head went unturned when she came around.
Rebecca got everything. Good grades, good looks (Yes I know we're twins but unlike me, she knew how to show herself off) and boys.
They followed her like the breeze. In my life so far I've only ever had one boyfriend, while Rebecca had atleast, wait one…five…seventy-two. No joke
It wasn't until after she ran away with Mr. Hawaiian surfer dude that boys went after me, but I quickly discovered it wasn't me they were really after:
It was Rebecca. I looked so much like her that they decided to change me into her. It was the reason I left for Collage. I couldn't stand to be called 'Rebecca's twin sister' any more than I could stand people who'd known me since I was born who couldn't even remember my name.
I picked up the phone and decided to call her.
The phone rang only twice before she picked up.
"Rach?" she yelled into the phone.
I rolled my eyes, Rebecca's husband had a really rude habit of listening to music at maximum level.
"Re-Becca," I'd almost forgotten that she didn't like being called 'Rebecca' it was Becca or Becky, preferably Becca.
"Listen," She said sternly, "I don't have time for this, Call has some friends over and…" oh yeah I almost forgot about that too.
Call was a nice guy, he really was, but when he was with his 'friends' or drunk (usually both) , well…
Rebecca hund up before I could even say good-bye
So much for a distraction from my sister.
I thought for a moment and dialed La Push this time. I never thought I'd find myself sinking so low but at the moment it seemed I had no other choice.
"Hello?" A rough husky voice answered. It didn't seem pleased.
"Uh," I hesitated, "Jake?" though I knew it wasn't him.
"No, he's not in,"
"Who is this?" I demanded, the voice hesitated and hung up quickly.
I sighed in frustration. Billy had told me that Jacob was friends with Sam Uley and his patrol dogs Paul and Jared.
My fist clenched in fury as I recalled him.
I remember my days back in La Push clearly, at least the one's before the accident… the ones in my childhood when Paul Matoya teased and make fun of me, yet respected Rebecca like a proper gentlemen.
He was the hottest guy in school, every girl dreamt of getting his attention of being his for at least one night. And yet he seemed have made it his mission in life to make mine miserable. And after so many insults- I myself started to believe most of them.
Throwing myself onto my bed I thought of sweeter things, a place where someone loved ME, not Rebecca, and would die for me without a second thought.
In a week, I told myself, In a week I'd be 'home' a place I hadn't been in for 10 years… no matter how much pain it caused me.
