Author's Note:
I'm sorry about the confusion.
I don't know how it looked on your computer, but the writing was in bold...
And I had to delete the story and try again.
Enjoy it... Again.
Chapter 1
There are times when I wish that things were just as they seemed,
Like THINGS!
You know, so that Humans are Humans and supernatural creatures are more distinct looking and only have one form...
But no! I had to go and find out that my boyfriend, Seth Clearwater aged 15 is a werewolf and not only that… but also that he imprinted (Something stronger then love at first sight) on an entirely different girl…!
Can you see the reason for my bitter cruelty…? No?
Too Baad!
Only problem is, I can't tell anyone about it. Not even Seth.
You know why?
Because I'm not quite sure what he'll do to me if he knows that I know… how do I know about this in the first place?
I'm pretty sure it's to do with the fact that I am a genetically mutated human!
Haha, just kidding… its cause I happen to be a computer nerd. Hacking is sort of my thing. He's been emailing all his mates. Example.
Jacob: .
Sam: ..com
Embry:
Quil: Babies_R_My_
Paul: ..com
Jared: .com
(Ok.. Since they aren't working. I'm putting the emails up on my Profile)
Pretty suggestive emails aren't they?
Hmm… I feel like I'm forgetting something.
Oh yes!
My name is Rayne Denali, aged 15.
I stand 5'6, pretty average for someone my age… but compared to Seth and his 'Friends' I'm short as!
I have dirty blonde curly hair, dark chocolate eyes with black flecks,
I have a pretty average body with the occasional stretch marks…
My skin is pale and freckled with a sort of soft peach undertone.
I like wearing Jeans and slogan shirts,
I recently made one that says:
'Seth Clearwater? Sure, I'd tap that…'
On the back:
'With a lethal injection'
I wear it to bed every night… it's my pride and joy.
Now I'm usually not a bitter person, but in this case I'll make an exception…
See… I could understand not telling me about the Werewolf thingy,
But he could have told me he was leaving me for the love of his life.
In a less embarrassing fashion, no less.
Oh! Time for a flashback!
*Flashback*
"Hey Seth, Hunny… How are you today?" I usually said honey just to piss him off; you know… girls like to tease… boys like to throw mud.
I got a side glance from all his mates,
Oh k, that's strange. Usually they don't acknowledge me at all…
"Don't call me Hunny…"
I pouted
"And I can't go out with you anymore."
Pouting stopped
"Because… well…"
He gave a side glance to his friends, Sam raising his eyebrows in an encouraging way,
"Because your annoying when you call me Hunny,"
I raised an eyebrow… 'That was the point' I thought to myself
"You laugh like a hyena,"
Whoa, turning nasty!
"You've got stretch marks which make you look ugly,"
I winced internally, harsh but true.
"My friends don't like you"
"And now that I see how annoying and ugly you are… I don't like you either!"
"And No one ever could!"
I blinked. Once, Twice and Three times.
It took me awhile to even notice that there were tears rolling down my cheeks.
He's said it; He'd gone and said it. I thought he was joking at first but after he exchanged glances with 'Sam' I knew… I didn't want to believe it, but I knew.
After all, no one could go after someone like me.
I looked up at Seth, blank expression…
Out of the corner of my eye I could see the other boys watching me...
Seth, however, looked sad… but I couldn't understand why.
Not at the time.
"Gee, Seth. Did you really have to say it like that?"
His eyes widened, had he expected me to run off crying?
"I mean, you could have just said… I don't like you anymore, wish you the best on a hopeless journey through life. Goodbye. I would have totally understood that and moved on in peace…"
Was that regret I saw in his eyes, did he say all those things because he thought I was clingy?
"If you'd said all those things because you thought I was one of 'those' girls… you must not know me at all."
I glared at the taller boy, side glancing Sam shaking my head at him.
"Well, I guess since you all see me that way… all those things Seth said about me must be true. Seeing that he can't have possibly come up with all those things on his own. How so many guys can find one girl so unattractive…?
Wow, I must be truly ugly then"
I spat on the ground in front of them,
"Well sorry to have disgusted you so much…"
Turning around, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I shrugged it off,
"Don't touch me; you no longer have the right!"
I walked off, flipping them off as I went.
*End of Flashback*
See… I mean. I get it now. He didn't want me interfering with his secret and his newest relationship… but I wouldn't have in the first place.
I mean, he's not the only guy in the world I like.
There are plenty more opportunities, but after all that…
I'm not sure I want to date anymore.
I might become one of those spinsters with all the cats,
Or dogs, I hate cats.
"Denali, Rayne?" I looked up from my book that I had been writing in; the teacher was doing the role. Shocker there, they never trust kids to be at school. Why do they even have attendance roles anyway? They're like the stalkers. "Denali is here" I waved lazily. I was in Homeroom. The one class in the whole school I didn't have with Seth, minus my options classes. I sighed lazily and returned my attention to my notebook sitting open in front of me; it was like a diary… if you want to give it a name. I wrote down all my thoughts, ideas, worries, short stories etc. It's sort of my mind on paper. It's that precious to me that if I had to choose between a nice comfy bed with no Notebook, and a hard life WITH a notebook. I'd probably choose option no.2.
The bell rang shortly after the teacher had finished his list of students to stalk, so I gathered up my stuff in my wolf pawed messenger bag and gripped my Notebook tightly in my arms as I raced to English. Hoping to get a seat far from Seth.
I smacked my head on the desk, speak of the… Werewolf?
And you know what happens next?
That dumb ass has the nerve to sit next to me like were still friends… did he suddenly forget he dumped me 3 days ago?
I looked over at him and glared, long… and hard. No sympathy, and…
OH!
The Death Glare hits its mark as pained regret makes itself known on his face as he slung his bag under his desk. "Hey Rayne. How's it going?" Oh, so that's how he wants it. I rolled my eyes at him, "Shut up, Seth. Don't talk to me, don't look at me… even better… don't even BREATHE in my general direction. Got it?" I gave him a pointed look before turning my attention to the teacher, right now learning how to not flunk math looks a lot more interesting. "Aw… c'mon, Rayne. You don't have to be so harsh-"I turned sharply in my seat, glaring furiously. "Don't I, Seth?" I got out of my seat, ignoring all the pointed stares I got. "I think I of all people have got the right to be pissed off at the guy that dumped me in such a humiliating way… and in front of his FRIENDS no less! Yeah, I guess you're right, Seth. I have absolutely NO reason what so ever to be mad at YOU, the most innocent boy around. You're as bad as a Werewolf you are, you rip things up until there's nothing left round about the full moon and when you're an actual HUMAN again… You have no memory or idea of what you've done or said!" I grabbed my bag roughly out from under my desk and left the classroom.
*Smash*
I hit my fist into the bathroom mirror, I'd run to the most secluded toilets in the school… people never usually come to these toilets, unless they're here for a make out session with their sweethearts. I sniffed quietly as I pulled my hand back from the now empty mirror frame; I started picking bits of shiny mirror out of my now bleeding hand carefully setting them on the counter for me to take with me. I didn't want to seem too obvious.
I grabbed some paper towels and wrapped it around my hand, soaking up most of the blood. Guess I'm not going to class anytime soon… Oh well. It's off to see my brother, my wonderful brother of home! Hmm, smashing glass is a good therapy… too bad it's so expensive otherwise I'd do it all the time. I came out of the bathroom and almost fell over; I didn't expect anyone to be out here… I looked up. Oh k, someone call the ambulance… I think I'm going to kill myself.
"Hey, what was that smash in there?" Embry asked me, I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh yeah, you heard that? It's my new message tone. Sorry if it disturbed your public peace." I said casually, making my way around him in the direction of the parking lot. I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my head, "Hey, what happened to your hand?" I started walking backwards to the parking lot, facing Embry.
"It was an accident, Embry. Nothing more, nothing less… Let it go, I don't need you sticking your nose into my business. That is my brother's job, and tell Seth to leave me alone." I turned back around and stepped over the curb, making my way to my Land rover. I jumped in and started it up, revving the engine before peeling my way out of the parking lot. I pushed speed dial on my phone and put in my hands-free earphones, "Hey bro. Yeah, I'm coming home for a while ok? No, nothing serious… I just hurt my hand is all, See you soon."
I pulled into my driveway to see my brother sitting on the swing chair, first aid kit right next to him. See, I hadn't always lived in La Push… I actually used to live in New York. Before our parents died I used to be the kind of kid who got picked on a lot for my older brother, Daichi's background… got into a lot of fights when I was 13 – 14 yrs old. He would usually bail me out, taught me how to fight and how to turn a rusty trashcan into a pretty convincing weapon. Seeing as in his high school days, he made a lot of enemies with the neighbour hoods in the higher ups, so he found it his responsibility to teach me the ropes and clean up any mess I couldn't fight my way out of. Of course, no one knows about this… not even Seth, as far as he knows, I came from New York City and my parents are dead. "Hi Daichi!" I said happily as I walked up the steps to the porch, it had just begun to rain.
Daichi is my 20yr old brother who happens to be my guardian considering my parents died in a car crash. His Dirty Blonde hair is all choppy and sticks up in different directions, his eyes are a mix between brown and amber and his skin is naturally tanned. He stands about 6'1 and I guess for most girls he's got the perfect body.
"Hey Ray, so what happened this time? You get mad at someone?" Daichi asked me reaching for my wrapped up hand. I shook my head, wincing as he removed the paper towels. "Hmm… what'd you do? Break a window?" again I shook my head; I sat down retelling him the day's events so far… I noticed it wasn't even past 10:00am. How sad.
"And then I shattered a bathroom mirror…" I finished. Daichi inspected my hand for any mirror shards I might have missed, before grabbing some alcohol that was sitting in a small bottle in the first aid kit. It was emergency alcohol, you know, for wounds and when Daichi has particularly nasty break-ups (Trust me, there are quite a few).
"Want me to kick the shit out of Seth for you?" Good old Daichi, always knows who's to blame… maybe it was the bonfire I had the other night burning all of Seth's things that might have tipped him off. I winced as he applied the alcohol, it's good to drink but god… it could be a substitute for ACID. Hm, Acid + Seth = Not bad idea.
"Nope, I reckon I'll just make shallow cuts on him and poor a bucket of alcohol on him." Daichi laughed loudly at my master plan, Safe to say… I could be the next Da Vinci, with a more 'Hills Have Eyes' approach to art. "I swear you should work for the CIA or something." Shaking his head, as a vibration was heard on the little outdoor table in front of the swing.
"Hello? Yes, she's here. Broken Mirror? Nope, don't think so… Embry saw her? He can't have, she was here with me since she ran out of her classroom. Why would he lie? I dunno, maybe it's to do with the fact that he's a friend of her Ex-boyfriend. Oh k, good. She was feeling ill and stressed, she'll be back as soon as she is able. Goodbye Sir." Click goes the mobile. Daichi glanced at me, narrowing his eyes slightly. "Guess you're staying home for awhile kiddo. How long? The rest of the week should do it, aye?" And it was only Monday, God I love my brother.