Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight; I only own my OC(s)
Blinded By Hate Amongst other Things
Just stay calm, I thought to myself as my hands shook.
I looked around the small café, noticing the small groups of teenagers engaged in conversation with one another.
Where was this Sue lady?
I made my way across the small café, noticing a friendly looking girl sitting amongst a group of not so friendly looking lads.
Might as well,
"Ehm, sorry to bother you but I'm looking for Sue," I said, suddenly noticing the small, slightly greying woman tucked away into the booth. The group looked at me, assessing me from head to toe.
"Oh, sorry dear. That's me," the woman said, sliding out of the booth. I gave her a small smile, "Nice to meet ye, I'm Belle." A boy around my age gave me a weird look, the accent of course. "Sorry, my accent can be a wee bit confusing," I apologised.
They all just stared at me, all except one angry looking guy who was breathing like a bull.
The friendly girl gave him a worried look, "Are you okay, Paul?" she asked.
"I'm fine," he ground out. So his name was Paul? He had really high cheekbones and dark, captive eyes; he had to be at least twenty. There weren't lads like this in Scotland. A loud laugh brought me out of my thoughts, I jumped.
"Are you okay?" I asked, a bit scared of his sudden outburst. Did I have something stuck on me? The brunette girl gave me a warm smile, "Don't worry; Jacob's just a bit weird. I'm Mara, this loser's girlfriend."
I looked at them; they were like something out of a magazine. ""You make a lovely couple," I said, trying to hide my accent.
"You're accents adorable," the younger boy said, winking at me. American boys were very forward.
"Thanks, I don't think I caught yer name," I said, smiling at him. Paul glared at the table, was that common here?
"I'm Seth and I'm sixteen and this hothead over here is Paul and he's nineteen." I smiled, happy that someone here was my age.
"Oh, I'm sixteen too," I smiled, Seth's smile dropped a little. Jacob let out a bark of laughter, what was with these lads? Paul looked like he was having a seizure.
"Are ye okay, Paul?" I asked, He closed his eyes before clenching his hands.
"I'll show you the ropes, Belle." Mara said, pushing Paul out of the booth. He stood up, towering over me, he was HUGE. He must have been going for a walk or something, maybe American lads liked walks, alone?
"Oh, are ye going for a walk?" I smiled up at him, trying to act friendly.
He just glared at me before storming out in a strop. What an arsehole!
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked quietly. Mara's eyes widened, "He's just a really angry guy, don't worry about him."
That's not an excuse, fancy taking it out on the wee Scottish gal fae Edinburgh.
"Alright, I take it you work here, doll?" I asked, changing the subject.
She looked confused for a minute.
"Em, yeah." She finally replied. "Let's get you in uniform and I'll show you what to do."
"Okay, thanks." I smiled.
These people were weird, I swear I heard one of them growl earlier.
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"I'm home, Mum!" I called. No one answered.
"Mum?" I asked.
"I'm in here lass!" a voice shouted from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes before entering the kitchen; mum was sitting across from a small, sweet looking woman.
"Belle, this is our neighbour Mrs lahote," the small woman gave me a smile.
"Hello sweetheart, nice to meet you!" she shook my hand.
"Nice to meet ye too," I smiled back.
"Mrs Lahote asked us to join her for dinner tonight," mum said. I smiled, were all Americans so inviting?
"That would be lovely," I smiled.
"Right, shall we?" she asked, I followed the pair of women out of the house and across the garden to the Lahote household. Did she live alone?
"My son will be home in a few minutes, he never misses Saturday dinner," she smiled as we entered her house.
A son?
"Right, you guys can just sit here whilst I get the table set. My mum and I sat on the couch discussing my new work place until we heard the front door open.
"Oh, sweetie you're back. We have guests for dinner tonight," Mrs Lahote said. "They're our new neighbours."
"That's nice," a voice grumbled.
"I'll take you through to meet them," I heard footsteps and my mum and I stood, turning to face the Lahote's.
I nearly fell over.
"This is my son, Paul."
He looked ready to throttle me.
I was scared for my life.
AN: Well, hello! This is my second Twilight Fanfiction. This chapter will make a lot more sense if you have read my Jacob/OC fanfic; just check out my profile! Please review or PM me if you don't understand some of the dialogue.
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