Disclaimer: Twilight and all of its characters belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer.
"Katherine"
My mother's voice penetrated my staring contest with her 'casserole'. I really didn't understand why she tried to cook. She was only in town for a couple of days at a time, and I knew how to cook. But no matter how often, or hard, I tried to get her to let me cook; she never does.
"Katherine"
This time I did look up from the casserole and into her deep blue. That was the one of the only things that we had in common. That and the whiter than white skin. My mother was 5'1" and I was 5'5". My mother was 210lbs and I was 105lbs. My mother was in love with pink, I preferred black. It was actually pretty sad how different we are.
"Yeah?" She always did this. She always tried to talk to me when she was here, but I wasn't in the mood to talk with her. I needed a drink.
"How has Jay been?" she asked right before she put a big chunk into her mouth. I was wondering if she was just eating to prove to me that the casserole was in fact edible. I almost laughed out loud when she didn't chew much and swallowed really quick, followed by a big gulp of water. Ha! I knew it wasn't edible! But instead of throwing that fact in her face, I decided to answer her question.
"He's better. He just got his cast off today so he is probably taking like, 50 showers. He was complaining that his arm was stinking." I offered. I knew that the only reason that she was asking about him in the first place was because he was the only one of my friends that she knew the name to.
"That's good." She said forcing herself to take another bite of the casserole.
"Yup."
An awkward silence settled over the two of us. This happened every time that she was here. She tried to talk. I tried to ignore her. She left the next day. It was a routine that had been happening scene I was eleven. And I liked our routine.
After a couple more minutes of pretending to eat my dinner I decided that it was time to let her off the hook.
"Well, I have a huge test tomorrow in history, so I'm going to go and study."
"Okay sweetie, good luck on your test. Oh, and by the way, I don't think that I will be here tomorrow morning to cook you breakfast," Oh thank Jesus! "I have an early flight tomorrow."
"Okay" I replied. This was normal. She was a flight assistant for Southwest airlines. She was normally gone for three weeks at a time before she spent a couple of days in our apartment. A lot of people thought that it was weird for me to be alone all the time, but I actually liked it. When she was gone I dint have to deal with a nosey parent or having to sneak out like my friends did.
Once I was safely in my room I locked the door and went into my bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped out of my stupid pink sweater and my too short plaid skirt. It was normally what I wore when my mother was here because she would complain to no end if I wore black. Once I was in my black lace bra and matching underwear I walked back into my room and look around for something to wear. I settled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a navy blue tank top. I then went back into the bathroom and fixed up my make-up. I didn't wear cover up but I did like to wear mascara and eyeliner just to make my eyes look really good.
Just as I was putting my eyeliner back into my make-up bag I felt arms wrap around my waist and another clamp over my mouth. There was a moment of panic before I remembered that Jay did say that he was going to come get me tonight scene I didn't know where to go for the party. I smiled and tried to elbow Jay, but he was faster than me and was already heading back into my room. After I made sure that I looked good I ran a brush through my wildly curly hair and turned off the shower.
"What's up with the shower? Is your mother here?" He asked me once I was back into my bedroom. I nodded and he grimaced. I knew that he hated to use the fire escape, but there was no way that we were going to take the door like we normally do. My mother would kill me if she knew that we were leaving.
"So do you think that I will need to bring money for stuff? I feel bad that I don't know this guy and yet I'm going to be drinking his stuff…" I really hated when I didn't know the person throwing the party because then I feel like a moocher if I didn't bring money.
"No it's cool; they have enough alcohol for at least fifty people. And I think that there's only going to be like, fifteen people there." And at that I smiled. Yay, more for me.
"Okay are you ready? I really need a drink."
He then got a sympathetic look, "Your mother being a pain again?" After I nodded then took my hand and started to pull me toward the door. "Well, that you shall get the first drink" I laughed once we were on the ground and threw my arms around his neck.
"Thank you," I said into his neck "and I need something strong, like really strong." When his booming laughter filled the air I was once again reminded why he was my best friend. He always had a way of making everything seem like it was all manageable.
"So, when is she leaving?" He asked as we were heading down the street, away from our apartment complex.
"She is supposed to be leaving before I have breakfast; at least that's what she says."
"Do you think that she will check on you before she leaves?" When I gave him a 'use your head' look he smiled. "Okay stupid question."
I laughed, "Yeah really stupid question." I replied. My mother never checks on me in the middle of the night. And if she for some reason tried, my door was locked.
"Okay, we are here." He said stopping in front of another apartment complex. It actually looked like a nice place to live. Much better than where I lived. Once we were buzzed in he headed up to the third floor and stopped at room 306. It seemed like we were the last of the fifteen people that we were supposed to be here tonight.
"JAY!" Some guy yelled when we walked in. He went and gave a 'dude hug' to Jay and turned to me. "And you must be Kat; it's nice to meet you. I'm Tyler." He said with a blinding smile. I liked him already.
"Yeah, it's nice to meet you too." He then handed me a shot of some kind of yellowish, brownish liquid. When I raised an eyebrow he smiled and pointed to the bottle of Jack Daniels. I took the shot. I really liked him.
Over three hours later we had finished close to 10 bottles of Jack and a couple of vodka. Now I wasn't drinking nearly as much as everybody else. I barely had one bottle of Jack and a half of vodka. I could still walk. Kind of. But I wasn't really thinking about how much I drank, I was thinking more on the guy that I was sitting on. Tyler. Well I was more straddling him than sitting on him.
Suddenly I felt his hands start to go under my shirt and start exploring my back. But I wasn't drunk enough to let him be doing this on a couch.
"Hey," I slurred pulling back "You have a bedroom or something." I said looking around. There were still some people who haven't left or crashed yet, but I still didn't want someone to see us in this position. He nodded and took my hand, leading me down the small hallway and into a pretty nice bedroom.
The second the door closed I was up against it with his hands moving my shirt up and over my head. He was peppering me with hot, heated kisses on my chin, my neck, and my breasts. We were suddenly stumbling backward, toward his bed. I fell on it first and pulled him on top of me. We were still sharing hot kisses when I felt his hand start to move from my stomach to my pants, unbuttoning and zipping the zipper down. I froze.
Shhhh, Kat. It's just me. Shhhh…
I couldn't do it.
"Stop" I whispered. But he didn't hear and tried to help me get my pants down. "Stop." I said louder. That time he heard me and he picked his head up from my breast to look me in the eye. "I don't have a condom." I lied easily. It was pretty easy for me to lie, and he was too drunk to notice if even if I was a bad liar.
But apparently he wasn't drunk enough because he started to go through his nightstand. Obviously looking for a condom. Before I could panic or try to think of another reason to not have sex with him, his hand came back from the nightstand empty. Thank God.
"Yeah, I don't either." He slurred. He then proceeded to climb off of me and search for his shirt. Hugh. I don't even remember that coming off. Once he pulled his shirt on he handed me my tank top. I pulled it on and followed him out of the room. He stopped. Relief flooded through me as we walked down the hallway and into the living room. He actually stopped.
Once we were back into the living room I found Jay watching some TV show. Once he saw me he smiled and stood up. He was stumbling like the drunken idiot he was and I was laughing like the drunken idiot I was. After we said goodbye to Tyler we proceeded to walk back to our apartment complex. I loved that he lived in the same complex as me because it just made walking home so much fun. We were laughing and stumbling over our own feet as we walked up the fire escape and stopped at my window.
"Thanks for tonight," I said with a smile "I really needed this."
He then threw his arms over me and said a mumbled 'welcome' before walking up another flight of stairs and into his bedroom window. Once I was in my room I looked at the clock. 5:43. I needed to start to get ready for school.
After I was showered and drying my hair I looked out and into my mother's bedroom. Empty. Untouched. Normal. I walked back into my room and pulled out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. I then found a red tank top that hugged my curves really well.
As I walked into our miniscule living room I turned the TV onto the local news. It was something I did every morning while I was making breakfast. But, as I was turning the bacon something on the TV caught my attention.
"This just in. Flight 109 from New York to London was just reported to have crashed just off the coast….."
I stopped. I froze. Everything around me seemed to just fade away. My mother. The second I could I had my phone out and I was dialing Cindy. Cindy was the lady who knew what flights my mother took and what time they left and arrived. I always called her whenever I wanted to talk to my mother. She would always know if my mother had turned her cell phone on yet.
"…there have been no reported survivors…."
Cindy picked up on the phone on the fifth ring.
"Hello"
"Cindy!" I practically yelled into the phone "Cindy its Katherine, do you know which flight my mother was on today?" I waited. And waited. Nothing. "Cindy are you there?"
"I'm so sorry, honey" She whispered.
A/n: Well there it is. The first chapter of my first story :D I hope you guys liked it. So I know that it's marked as twilight and in this chapter there was no twilight, but don't worry because this chapter was just to kinda show how Kat had lived in New York because it will be important in later chapters. And next chapter there will be some twilight characters.