Your Love is my Drug

Chapter 1: Tempting but No

I gazed up at the clock and groaned. If I ditched another day of school Mrs. Patterson would definitely have my head. I kicked the blankets off my body and slid to my feet. Patting my way to the light switch of my room, I flicked it on. Why did the bus have to come so early in the morning? Five a.m., there is no sunlight out. Either way it is Forks and most of the time the sky was covered in a cloudy atmosphere. I could hear the soft drizzle of rain pelt the tile roof of my small two bedroom house. My uncle Derek was still asleep; I could hear his snores echo the hallway.

My black skinny jeans hung on the brown hook of my shelf. I pulled them on hastily and reached for a clean shirt off the floor. Kicking my way through the door I grabbed my faded green hoodie. No roosters sounded like they did in the movies and I brushed my teeth, along with a quick face wash. A note was folded up on top of the kitchen counter when I grabbed a bottle of water before heading to the bus stop. I took the money that Derek had put in it and made my out the door and to the bus.

Two other girls where chattering away and stopped when they saw me. How stupid could the freshman be? They see someone wearing black and automatically assume I'm some emo/gothic kid. I tried my best to ignore them but decided to just ditch, despite what the stupid school shrink thought. I entered the trees of the forest near the grocery store and making my way to where most of my friends hung out.

"Hey Silk," Marty Winter acknowledge when he saw me. His girlfriend Jenna hung by his side with his arm snaked around her waist. I think he beats her, but I never really got around to saying anything to her. She was always being watched closely by Marty and never seemed to smile. Sometimes when he kissed her, it looked as if she wanted to run from him.

"Got the joints?" I asked. I grew marijuana with him, splitting the money when sold to our primary customers at the reservation. Whenever the kids down there wanted to throw their wild parties they bought from us.

He nodded. "Yeah, can you take them down for me? I got business to take care of," He said smirking at Jenna.

She gave him a meek smile and kissed his cheek. Boy was I glad I wasn't dating anyone from our little group. All the guys were such jerks to their girlfriends, Marty was the prime example. "Sure, let me borrow your keys. Derek took mine away."

He tossed them to me and led Jenna to wherever they go. I left the forest and slid back into the parking lot of the grocery store. His old pick truck groaned as I drove to the small Indian Reservation of La Push. I made my way to the beach where I had to meet some guys who wanted the drugs. Pulling up to the curb of the parking lot of the beach I got out. I noticed a group of boys talking by driftwood and made my way over to them across the sandy floor.

Each of our customers was given a code word and they would say it when we approached them. It was a way of avoiding any cops on the La Push territory or even the police in Forks.

"Kangaroo," One of them said as I passed by. I stopped, turning to face them.

"Stevie Riggs?" I asked the one who had spoken. He nodded. "Money first," I told him.

He nodded again and took out his wallet. Handing me fifty bucks I gave him his joints and decided to walk around the beach a bit to make sure no one had seen. I kept it cool just kicking a few sticks and rocks as I trailed around the beach. Then I saw them. Two tan skinned Indian boys. Ah shit these are the guys Marty was talking about, the ones who keep scaring away our customers. I angrily headed to their direction where they now interrogated the boys I just sold to.

"Hey!" I yelled out at the two shirtless guys. "Leave them alone."

One of the guys snorted at me. "Or what you'll drug us?"

That got me even madder. I took out my switchblade. "I don't want any trouble but if you keep scaring off my customers then there will be trouble."

The one next to him, with shaggy hair laughed. "You're kidding me? I suppose you're going to stab us to death!"

I glared. I pulled one of the boys who were with Stevie and put him in a tight grip, my knife touching the base of his throat. "No, I'm going to hurt him."

Their eyes snapped at my actions. "No you won't," A voice behind me said.

It took only a second for my knife to be knocked out of my hands and me pushed to the floor by a hard knuckle. I gasped and looked up at the person who had punched me. A guy about six feet tall, tall like the guys who were pestering my customers stood. He shook his head confused.

"I-I uh Embry, you and Quil take care of her." He took off running for the trees.

What the hell just happened? This guy pushes me to the floor then takes off running? What a fucking pussy. The two guys grabbed my arms pulling me into the forest.

"Hey let go of me!" I yelled as I tried to scramble out of their grip.

They forced me to follow until we reached a small house. "Alright, you think you're tough?" One of them asked.

I glared. "Come onto our land again and we'll screw up your face." He seethed and then punched the concrete floor near the house, creating multiple cracks.

"Enough," Another guy said. He had a bigger build then the rest of them and looked a lot older. "She's a part of this now."

The two younger guys looked at him and nodded. "We'll go back to patrolling."

He nodded. "Make sure Jake's okay."

They took off in the opposite direction. I look back at the guy.

"You must be the drug seller." He said giving a disapproving sigh.

"Yeah, what's it to you."

He gave a sharp growl. "Is that so supposed to be a turn on? You were growling at me."

"Nothing, just you got an attitude." He muttered and I followed him into a small house.

We went into the kitchen where I saw something even worse than Marty's bullshit. A girl tanned like all the Indians on this reservation with long black hair and the most gorgeous eyes was stirring a something in a bowl. Her face had a mask of scars on one side of her face which made want to punch this guy shitless.

I gave him a quick glare and then she looked up at us.

"Emily this is-"He trailed off. Of course he didn't know my name.

"The drug dealer," I repeated acidly.

He eyes looked taken back but she nodded in pure shock. I chuckled to myself in my head. He sighed. "She's Jacob's never mind I'll tell you later."

I couldn't quit looking at her scars it just intrigued me. How the hell did he manage to make those? It looked like a cat went on a rampage and ran into her face. She got me starring so looked away, embarrassed at my rudeness-nah I've been meaner before.

"Jeez, you're worse than Marty!" I blurted out.

Sam shot me a deadly glance. I gulped, though I just thought I was just getting started.

"Bear," was all Emily said.

Hmm it sure didn't look that way. "Well then, I get that I should take my services elsewhere so you won't be hearing about anymore drug selling on your precious reservation. Not from Marty and me anyway," I turned to leave but Sam caught my arm.

"Stay, you're not getting off that easy."

I snorted. "What are you going to do call my mommy and daddy?"

He smirked. "Nope, police sound better."

I gave him a teasing wink. "Wouldn't be the first time someone's called the cops. Go right ahead."

He picked up the phone and dialed two numbers. "Wait-okay fine what you want."

"Give Jacob a fair shot. He hasn't had it too good lately." Sam said, smiling at how easy I caved.

I didn't need anything else on my record. "Fair chance at what?"

"A relationship," Emily piped up.

I gagged. "Ugh, you have to be kidding me. He is so not my type."

They laughed at that. "Just wait; you'll change your mind."

I glared and crossed my arms in annoyance. "Whatever, can I just go?"

He nodded. "Don't forget to keep your word. We'll be watching."

Okay? These Indians were literally insane or have been sniffing something because that is downright creepy.