DISLCAIMER: I do not own the Twilight Saga. Only my imagination.
.Chapter One
"So," I sucked in a deep breath and let it all rush out. "You're telling me, that we are moving back to La Push in a week and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it?" I stared at the reserved expressions on my parent's faces. That practically confirmed it.
"This promotion is great for us Amanda," dad started. "I know how much you hated La Push but you'll graduate this year anyway and you can leave for College." Dad acted like it solved all my problems.
"She's not the only one at this table," my brother's voice started up. Over the past few months He'd been getting really big, and for a thirteen year old, that was crazy. "I for one don't mind it, my mates are there." Brady grinned, crossing his arms.
"Some of us don't have friends in La Push!" I hissed angrily folding my arms. I was being uncharacteristically stubborn. Usually I was quiet, reserved and I went with the flow. Not this time. I brushed my black hair behind my ears, fizzing my already shaggy fringe up.
"Amanda, this time it will be different." I snorted. Unless Paul Walker was still there, then things will definitely not be different. Mum squeezed my hand. "Do this for us Amanda? Please?"
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I shook my head and frowned at the "Welcome to La Push sign". The rain poured down on the roof and the wind screen wipers worked over time. Well. I was officially in hell I suppose.
We made it to the Main Street, and dad pulled up outside the local diner, Sue's Grill. I smiled, I remembered eating there with Paul. I shook my head, Paul.
We got out and quickly ran inside, shaking off like dogs. I pulled my black hoody up and over my head, in the hopes no one would recognise me.
"Shelly?" Sue shrieked. Something clattered and there were squeals and hugs all round in the diner. Dad received a few claps on the back from people who'd known him before we were directed to a booth.
I sat up against the window, ignoring the happy gathering. The rain drizzled down it, while I watched people jump around in it laughing. Weirdos.
"And that isn't my favourite Amanda is it?" Sue grinned. I turned to look at her smiling a little. "Wow. You've grown; you were fifteen the last time you were here huh? How was Phoenix?"
"Warm." I turned to glare back out at the rain, ignoring mums comment about me being in the stinks. Our orders were taken and I continued to stare moodily out the window, glaring at a stray rain drop, when I noticed them.
A group of five massive guys, in only jean cut offs ran through the rain toward the diner. I drooled a little when I admired their bodies, who wouldn't.
They ran into the diner, laughing and hollering, picking a booth right next to our table.
"Boys!" Sue yelled, they immediately shushed and looked at her. "The Woods family is back in town," she said smiling. "Remember, Brady?"
"Brady?" One of the massive guys yelled. I realised him to be Collin. He'd gotten huge as well… My eyes bulged as they did some form of manly hug.
"And Amanda," Sue beamed. I rolled my eyes and gave my hand a flick before staring out the window.
"Amanda show some manners," mum snapped.
I glared and turned to face them all, yanking my hood off. "Amanda Woods, and its not like we haven't met before so why the hell should I have to re-introduce myself-" I lost my breath when my eyes connected with brown ones, the most welcoming brown eyes ever. The softest, most honey liquid… I frowned.
"Paul," I stuttered out. Paul.
"I hope you got your money you stupid asshole!" I screamed at him in the library. He shot me a cocky grin, readjusting Beth Evans on his lap.
"I actually did. I was going to take you out but – I realised I didn't have to fake it anymore." He then proceeded to suck face with Beth while I stared at him horror struck, the libraries eyes on me.
When he pulled back to grin at me, my hand whipped out and slapped him across the face. "Fuck you!" I screamed.
He sniggered, "Amanda no one would do you. Your anorexic, tight and way too quiet."
Anorexic. Tight. Way too quiet.
I flicked some hair over my shoulders. "I need the bathroom." I got up quickly, ignoring the fact my iPod fell off my lap and onto the floor. As soon as I locked myself in the toilets I gripped a basin, staring into the mirror.
I'd gotten a personal trainer in Phoenix. I changed my entire person because of him. Except my quietness obviously. I stared at my full brown lips and dark brown eyes.
This was a new Amanda Woods. I took a deep collected breath and made my way back to the booth, ignoring the stares I got. My plate of food was in my seat, next to my iPod. I sat down heavily, ignoring the fact everybody was engaged in a conversation besides me.
I picked my way through my dinner, suddenly put off by the eggs and baked beans. Until finally dad said we should get going.
"Well, the boys can help you guys move your furniture in," Sue volunteered. My fork clattered to my plate and I quickly picked it up again, eating faster.
So it was settled. Five minutes later we were being followed to the new house, and my life was ending. The car pulled up in front of a nice fading blue two storey house. Mum immediately begin talking about her plans for it. I just wanted to hide in my room.
As soon as the house was unlocked Brady and I wrestled our way upstairs for the best room. I found a decent sized one – it came with a window seat so I didn't care. I slammed the door shut and looked at it. There was a door, which I pulled open; I stared at a tiny wardrobe.
I sighed and sat in the centre of my room. The walls were yellow, it was okay enough for me, and the cream carpet was recently cleaned so at least I didn't need to do that.
My room faced out to the front yard and I saw my double bed getting pulled out of the moving van. I opened my door up and saw already, five of my boxes – the only ones I had outside my door. I wheezed while dragging them in, collapsing against them.
What the hell had I packed?
I pulled open one of the flaps, grinning when I found my book collection. I hung my body half way in, trying to find my favourite, when I screamed, the box collapsing on me, the books falling out all over the floor.
I let out an irritated huff and shook my head angrily. I found the book though. I sat in the centre of scattered books. Chapter One. The first meeting. I sat huddled up against the box, totally zoned into the world of Fiona and her romance when a loud knock sounded on my door.
I looked up frowning at the interruption. I gulped and dropped my book in my lap when Paul was standing there with Jared behind him. My two tormentors.
"We have your bed," Jared said grinning from behind Paul. I frowned. Was he going to act like he didn't torture me all those years?
My hands shook as I pointed to over by the wall. "Uh. The- Over there." They both shuffled in, lifting the frame effortlessly.
"Want us to put it together for you?" Jared offered, swinging a mallet in his hand.
I shook my head quickly. "I have it," I whispered, picking my book up again and throwing it in the box.
"Amanda," Paul said quickly. I looked right at him, trying not to fidget under his stare. "We are really-"
"Get out," I ordered. I don't know where the guts came from but I was using it. "Just – just get out." A look of hurt flashed over Paul's features but I refused to feel at least half affected by it. And then his body started shaking, and I backed into a box.
Before I knew it though, Jared was pulling him from the room. I quickly slammed my door shut, making my windows rattle before staring at my room. What the hell.
A/N
Review. Just saying. This is an OC story and usually I hate when people write Paul/OC stories, but I decided to give it a go, and its fun actually. Because no one really gets a deep insight to what Rachel's like, or how his or her little romance blossomed, so making up your own is easier. So yeah, review and tell me if you liked it. I'm also in the middle of another Imprint story, My Girl. It's Jared/Kim, so be sure to check it out.
