Summary;
When you first move to a new place, you're the shiny new toy- everyone wants to talk to you, everyone wants to be your friend but in reality no one cares. They only want to be your friend just because everyone notices the new girl. Everything changed when he looked at me. I became his world, he became mine. Join Angel Moreno on her journey to the supernatural.
A/N; Rated T for the language. I hope that you guys enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it.
For those who are reading Save Me, I apologize for not updating. Finals are coming up so I've been studying non-stop.
Chapter 1;
I'm great. Fucking fantastic. Okay. That was a lie. I was pissed. Beyond pissed actually. My life in New York was just starting to come together, now me and my mom were moving to Washington. La Push to be exact. We're moving to a place where it rains 24-7, 365 days a year. I bet you're wondering, "Why the heck are you moving to that shit hole?"
Go ask my mother and the rest of the population that actually lives here.
I stepped out of the overcrowded airport and onto damp grounds. I already hated this place and I wasn't even here for 2 minutes.
I sighed. I was exhausted. That flight took everything out of me. I just wanted to go to whever the hell our house was, and just lay on my bed.
"Angel, Billy's son is coming over here with a few of his friends to help us get to La Push," my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts about wanting to pass out right now.
"You mean we aren't in La Push already?" I screeched.
"No, we have to drive there. Now go back into the airport and clean yourself up. You look terrible," She snapped.
"I enjoy your kindness, mother," I retorted. I grabbed my bag and ran right into the now empty airport, feeling self concious about how I looked.
Once I spotted the restroom, I booked it inside. I looked under the suprisingly clean stalls, to make sure no one was there. The coast was clear. I locked the restroom door and started on my face.
A wave of horror overcame me once I saw how I looked. My hair was all over the place, tangled in knots and twirls. My eyes had major bags under them and my clothes were all over the place.
I scrambled for my brush knocking over the contents of my bag. I cursed silently as I rushed to pick everything up. I brushed the knots out of my hair, applied makeup to cover my eye bags and straightened my wrinkled clothing.
I sighed in relief as I saw that I didn't look like a zombie in the movie I Am Legend, anymore.
I missed my dad already. You see, the reason why I'm moving here is because my parents got a divorce. I wanted my dad to take custody of me, but the bitchy judge said I would be just fine with my mother. Yeah right.
I wish I was with my dad. He always understood me better than my mom. We were so much alike. Dark brown, curly hair, mine went up to my waist, midnight black eyes and a light an skin. We also shared a short temper.
I could speak Spanish thanks to him. My mom was Quilette and my dad was Spanish, so yeah.
I walked out of the restroom and felt eyes on me. It was a long line of women to the restroom I just walked out of. My bad. I picked up my walking pase and went to find my mother.
I saw her talking to 3 tall... Men? They all looked really buffed up, with dark russet skin and short hair. I looked closer and realized they weren't triplets, see if I was far away, I would think they were.
"Oh Angel, there you are. What took you so long? We've been waiting for the last 15 minutes for you to get out of the washroom. Aren't you embarassed? You made they wait so long," my mom rambeled.
"Yeah, sorry," I said, crossing my arms. Not actually feeling sorry.
She rolled her eyes, "This is Billy's son Jake, and his two friends, Embry and Quil,"
I raised an eyebrow. This was Jake? What the hell.
"Hi," I said, sleeply.
"Another Paul," Embry said.
I rolled my eyes. Whoever "Paul" was, I was NOT like him.
I watched my mom get try to get herself into a rusty old looking truck. I snickered as I saw her struggle. She tried lifting herself. To bad. She was wearing a dress and heels. Bad idea. Karma's a bitch, I thought.
We were going to someone's house. Someone named Sam or whatever.
Constant bickering was going on between the boys and my mother but I stayed silent the entire time. I tried falling asleep, I really did. I felt a taste of vomit appear in my mouth when I heard my mom actually comment on Jake's mucles. Ugh. Believe me if I could shoot myself right now, I would.
"Poor Jake," I heard Quil, whisper on my right.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead. This car was like an oven.
"Poor Jake? More like poor me. I have to live with a cougar," I whispered back.
"Good luck. I'll see you in the afterlife," Embry whispered on my left.
The car suddenly came to a halt. "We're here," Jake said, hopping out of the car.
I turned to get out and figured out I was stuck. Embry and Quil weren't moving.
"Move guys. I mean it. It's like a sauna in here," I said, trying to push them over. I instantly pulled my hand back, once it came into contact with Embry's sorching hot back.
"Ow! Why are you so hot?" I yelled.
"Thanks," Embry said, wiggling his eye brows at me.
"Not like that you douche. I mean temperature wise," I replied.
"Us Quilette boys run a high temperature, that's all," Quil said, stepping out of the car.
I followed after him.
Just then, it started raining.
"Just great! Fucking amazing!" I yelled, stomping my foot childishly.
"Come on slow poke," Embry said, lifting me off the ground, with might I add, one arm!
I yelled and scrambeled, trying to get out of his iron grip.
Once we were in the house, I was dropped the the ground.
"Oh. I swear to god, if you fucking do that again, you will loose that thing that classifys you as a boy, got that?" I yelled.
He nodded quickly which caused me to smirk.
I shrugged out of my cold, soaked sweater when I heard a booming voice yell, "You fucking asshole!"
I looked around and saw two guys wrestling on the ground outside.
"Paul, Jared, enough!" A voice yelled behind me. I jumped up startled.
"Sorry," He whispered in a smaller voice.
"It was Jared's fault," Paul, I think, said. So this was Paul. He was actually cute. He stood over 6", which I noticed all of the boys do. He had the same russet skin and black cropped hair. He was also shirtless. Dang. He had one heck of a body. I knew you could get a 6 pack, but never an 8. The thing that attracted me most was that twinkle in his eye. The twinkle of a trouble maker.
"Like what you see?" His voice said, cockly.
"You little bastard! Who the hell do you think you are?" I yelled, his eyes locking with mine.
Just then his jaw slacked and an aghast gasp appeared from it. His eyes no longer held that trouble-maker-twinkle. It held, adoration, caring, kind, loving eyes?
What the hell just happened?
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