I do not own the Twilight saga!
Takes place after breaking dawn, but Jacob did not imprint on Reneesme. Jacob, Quill, Embry, and Leah are all beginning college and find themselves stumbling upon something unexpected...hmmm. =]
"Can we not have this conversation right now Zach, please? I told you how I feel about it, can't you just accept it and drop it? I am not ready." My pleaded with him in a serious tone, over the sound of sportcenter in the background.
"Woman, we have been dating for two years, most guys do not wait two months. What is there to be ready for, it's part of a healthy relationship." Zach's voice boomed as he flicked through the channels, not that he was paying any attention to what he was flicking through-he just needed something to do with his hands so he would not turn his frustrations out on me.
"I just do not want to, alright? You knew I did not when we began dating, and you said it was okay and that you respected it," I said forcing my voice to stay calm and under control. For the past year we had been having this same conversation, and it always resulted in a fight. And then I had to apologize. For what, wanting to save myself for someone who loved me? I mean I love Zach, he is just...not the right one. And I know that sounds horrible but I just cannot help it, believe me I have felt bad enough about it.
Then why not break up? Why thats because I am the classic, too nice girl I cannot just dump him I care about him, and I honestly believe he cares about me. Sometimes Zach just has a funny way of showing it, like now for instance.
"Clary, are you even listening to what I am saying?" Zach's mouth sets in a hard line and he crossed his muscular arms as he looks at me, waiting impationately for my response.
"Of course I am listening to you, Zach, there just is not really anything to discuss about the situation. You know how I feel, and if you have a problem with it then I do not know what to tell you. I am sorry. I just...can't."
"Can't and won't are two way different things, Clare-bear. You know I could have any of the girls here at school but I chose you, and I want to spend my time with you. I love you, do you not love me? Is that it?" His bright blue eyes look at me expectately.
"You're right, I will not have sex with you, and that is because I am not ready. And I know you can have any girl here but I am just privileged to fill the spot next to you," I began, a little too sarcastically but I was getting mad. I had a right to be, he was starting to act like I was part of his property again and I did not like it. Just because we started dating in high school, closing in on three years now, does not give him the right to treat me like I should feel greatful that he is even still with me.
Zach opened his mouth to respond, with his eyebrows furrowed in anger, but I interrupted before he blew a gasit. "ButI love you, and you know that. I am sorry, okay?" My tone was pleading for this convesation to be over with but, of course, that was too much to ask.
"No. No, it is not okay Clary. Just because you are admitting you are a prude does not make this easier for me. I have needs, and just like every guy those needs need to be taken care of." Zach says, his voice rising. But my attention freezes at the one word that flew out of his mouth. Prude. I mean, I guess I kind of am if I do not wish to have sex but come on I am not a nun or anything.
I can feel my temper beginning to flare and I look Zach in the eyes as I focused on how much I disliked the color blue for eyes. Yes, that was it, just keep calm and collected think about something else. I really did not like the whole blonde hair, blue eyes, buff jock types so why do I even stay with him. But he was so sweet, caring, and considerate. Plus I loved his personality, I'm just not quite sure where it is hidding now days.
I sigh, which causes Zach to turn on me-mid-rant. "What? Did I strick a nerve, Clare-bear?" My mood complete falls to a downward spiral and I realize I need to get out of here before this conversation turns into something more heated.
"Look Zach, I told you how I felt and you know that, like I keep telling you but you just do not seem to listen. I am going home, I have early classes in the morning so I will see you tomorrow. Goodbye." My tone sours on 'goodbye' but I managed to keep my emotions in check and I gather my things, swinging my bag on my shoulder, placing my hat on my head, and tying on my scarf. It is winter so it is pretty chilly and I already had my boots and coat on so I walk out the door, and hear Zach yelling down the hall to me.
"Fine, whatever, run away like you always do. Maybe I will trade you in for an upgrade, someone who is not a cold-hearted bitch who does not put out!"
I know he will regret what he said tomorrow, in a few hours in fact, and before I know it I will be recieving an apology through voicemail or text message. I am walking across campus, absorbed in my thoughts, and wondering what his excuse will be this time. It is about twelve in the morning, and most people are either out partying or sleeping right about now so I take my time as I make my way to my dorm.
And then out of no where I am hit with a solid and strangely warm wall of flesh that not only knocks me off my feet but takes the breathe right out of my lungs. I am sitting on the cold, snow-covered ground complete stunned when I look to see the guy did not even stop to apologise. The jerk just kept of running as if the contact with my body had no faze on him, like I was just a minor speed bump on the smooth walkway. Unbelievable.
"Yeah, sure. I am fine, please, do not help me up good sir. Jerk." I mumble, grudgingly. Hey, I was pissed. Now, thanks to some inconsiderate tool, I am officially having a horrible day. I am cold, wet, and just in a horrible mood.
"Oh, are you okay? I'm sorry, my friend is in kind of a...bad mood at the moment." I pick myself up and stare defiantly at the stranger that calls the jerk his friend, and my eyes find a bulky figure that causes me to tilt my head upward. And I am decently tall, I am 5'7'', this guy though he is...pretty big. He seems decently attractive, but it is dark and I am not the type that flirts when I have a boyfriend. I do not want to be rude for staring, so I nod.
"It is okay, it just was suprising. And I really would have been more...understanding if he were the one apologising and not you. What are you, his wingman or something?" Well, so much for trying to be nice. Oh well. I just wanted to go home anyways.
The stranger chuckles, loud and low, and smiles down at me. "Yeah, I guess something like that, but if he were here he would apologise. Jake is a good guy, he is just having kind of a bad day. Bad month actually."
"Yeah, well, him and me both." My mumble caused the stranger to grin again, laughing a sort of contagious laugh but I pressed my lips together in determination.
"I am Embry Call, by the way. And isn't it a little late for you to be out, young lady? The streets at night can be a very dangerous place."
"I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much," I begin to say then remember not to be so rude. "And my name is Clary. I hold out my hand for him to shake, then hesitate wondering if he would think I was being lame. If Embry did, he sure did not show it, if fact he enveloped my hand in his with enthusasim. And suddenly, I was no longer cold. Taking him in I realized in shock that he was uncommonly warm, to the point of burning up, and he did not even have a jacket on!
"Are you sick or something?" Man, where were my manners? They just keep on getting worse and worse, my goodness. Embry just looked at me strangely, then smiled as if he had just remembered something hilarious.
"Nooo, but I have been told I have a really warm body heat. Why, are you cold?" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively, and I blushed while scowling at him. "What? No. No. I am fine, great in fact." I roll my eyes at him and begin to walk away.
"Hey! I did not mean anything by that, I was just joking around, you know?" His voice hinted at concern that he had offended me, why? This guy, Embry, has only known me for three minutes. Tops.
"Oh, yeah, I know. It's nothing, I just should be getting home. I have classes bright and early tomorrow." Why was I telling him all of this? He is a complete stranger, and why on earth would he care what I do?
"Right, well, would you like me to walk you? It is dangerous." I must have given him a funny look because words just began pouring out of his mouth. "If you want, totally up to you, but not many girls just walk around by themselves."
I laugh, shaking my head in disbelief, I begin to walk towards my dorm. "Thanks, but I have got it covered, no damsel in distress here. It was nice to meet you, Embry." I wave my hand up in goodbye without turning around, and hear him chuckle.