Fey might of just shit herself. Alone and soaked to the bone Fey is practically swimming home through the forested country roads of Forks, Washington. muttering obscenities about her good-for-nothing neighbor.
Growing up in Upper Manhattan, she's used to standing up to the occasional ballsy cab-driver or avoiding shady subways perverts. But life in Northwest suburbia was a whole different ballgame. Her home was miles away from school-or anything else for that matter, the sky has yet to reveal the sun in the two months she's been here, and the humidity alone has turned her curls from tolerable to terrible. However, none of these are reasons as to why she may or may not have soiled herself.
No, Fey is ALONE on a seemingly ABANDONED backroad. Her ride to and from school left her waiting the school parking lot. With no other options, she's decided to walk the 3-mile stretch to her home. But remember Fey is not a country girl. She grew up in the city. Watching Unsolved Mysteries all summer has left her with a residual fear of being abducted. Her paranoia kicked in as soon as she left the faculty parking lot and saw a deer.
Nerve-wracked, exhausted and wet Fey almost lost it when a red Volkswagen pulled up next to her. There is no way she would survive a kidnapping. Her survival skills rank at -85 on a scale of 10. Should her kidnapper have her play television trivia for her life, she would win. But they probably won't, and she will most likely perish. The beefy Agent Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds was not going to save her in a blaze of glory.
"Need a ride?"
Fey's heart stuttered, stopped and restarted with a vengeance. Armed with only her house keys, and her resting bitch face, she turns to face her kidnapper. If she's able to escape later she can at least identify him.
"Garcia, do you want a ride or not?" Smiling behind the wheel of the rabbit was Jacob Black. Fey releases a sigh of relief. Ironically the rain stops and the heavens open. For now, her mutual friend Jacob is her hero, her angel and her the reason she won't miss her telenovelas. She runs into the passenger seat.
"Please get me the hell out of here. You don't know how tired I am. You're-", Fey stops midsentence. Apparently, she was not the only stray Jacob picked up.
Crammed in the backseat of Jake's shitty car was a man. An irritated, muscular, half-naked man. His knees were tucked into his chest and his arms practically hung out the windows to accommodate his large wingspan. His head hunched over to fit between the passenger and driver's seats. The disgruntled expression on his face did absolutely nothing to take away from how attractive this guy was.
Well shit, Derek who?
"...Hey," Fey says with a tip a of her head.
Shooting a smug look at the guy in the backseat Jake says, "Fey, this my friend Paul."
Somehow 'Paul's' face looked even angrier. His nostrils flared, and his brow furrowed slightly before turning to Fey; however, when he did his eyes widened. Gone was the look of annoyance from his face and in its place…a blank stare. No hello, no wink, no smile just a look. A kind of creepy look.
Paul's staring lasted almost a full minute before he seemed to snap out of it. He blinked twice and produced a smile that would melt the panties off the coldest glacier.
Unfortunately, the damage was done. Paul's social faux pas put Fey ill at ease and set the strange tone for their relationship as well as the uncomfortable ride home.
So, while Jacob tried to keep his laughter unnoticed, Fey pretended that she didn't notice Paul trying to smell her drying hair.
In the backseat, Paul started to imagine waking up to a head of curly hair on the pillow next to him.