A/N: I know Jake's not really emo… but in my story he's into all the skinny jean, black yet colorful, screamo emo glory…!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters no matter how much I would like to (except for Scarlet, Makayla, and Hayley who I made up because they remind me of my friends… (At least Makayla and Hayley do…)) Everyone else belongs to SM.
PROLOGUE
Jacob's POV
"Guys…" I groaned, "Why?"
"Because," Quil laughed, "We want you to." The line in front of me moved forward a little bit. My friends had forced me into the line for the carnival's psychic. She was fake, of course, and I would end up wasting five bucks on some crap spewed from an old lady in a turban.
Finally, I was being ushered to a small round table. An orange table cloth covered most of it. A foggy glass ball sat on a small pink stand in the center of the table. I took a seat on the rickety chair and sighed. The old woman across from me smiled, a toothless grin, a beckoned to my hands. I rolled my eyes, but reached across the table and laid out my hands, palm up.
Dry fingers stroked the lines along my hands, her eyes glued to them. I waited patiently for her to finish. "You will meet your soul-mate soon enough, but she'll resist. It'll take some serious work on your part. Don't give up." I rolled my eyes and pulled my hands away, dropping a five in the plastic fish bowl on the ground by the table before leaving.
"So…?" Quil asked when I walked over to their table.
"A bunch of crap," I said, grabbing the two slices of pizza on Paul's plate. He glared at me, but I just shrugged, taking a bite.
"Don't you have a bet with Kay?" Paul asked, standing up and snatching the unbitten slice back.
I swallowed, "yeah, but I'm gonna win." I smiled.
"What's the bet about?" Jared asked, shoving the last bite of a burger into his mouth.
"If I don't finish some book before tomorrow then I have to go on a blind date with Sam's niece."
"Ooh…" Quil laughed.
"Very mature, Quil… Besides technically, I have to go to dinner with Sam and Emily and her family and then after, Kay wants me to take her to get ice cream or something to get to know her."
"What book do you have to read?" Jared asked.
"It's called, like, Eragon, or something."
"Uh-huh… and how far are you?" Embry smirked.
"The title page… and then I 'lost' it."
"Looks like you get to go on-"
"Nah… I'll just go look up the summary online somewhere tonight."
"Not if I tell Kay…" Paul's smile was sly. I glared at him.
CHAPTER ONE
Scarlet's POV
I grumbled under my breath as I began unpacking all of my boxes. First, my mom refused to let me go visit my old friend, then she said I had to unbury my dresses because she'd invited my uncle over for a fancy dinner.
If that wasn't bad enough, all the dresses I owned made me look like a mini-marshmallow stuffed into a straw. My phone beeped loudly from one of the boxes. I dug until I found it. I slid my finger along the screen, scrolling along the list. I tapped once on the missed call sign and waited while it dialed the number.
"Hello?"
"Hey Makayla, I was just calling you back." I continued sifting through a box of clothes, sorting them into piles.
"Oh. Hey, what's going on?"
"I'm still unpacking because my mom thinks I should wear a dress when Sam comes over…" I rolled my eyes.
"Don't… I called earlier to tell you that I've set you up on a date. He's coming to dinner with Sam and Emily and then, he'll take you to see a movie… or something." I could hear her smile.
"Wait… what? Who?" I was shocked.
"A, umm… friend of my boyfriend's."
"So you left L.A. two weeks before me, and you already have a boyfriend? I'm almost jealous."
"Don't be… I like playing matchmaker and someone in the pa- their group has to be good enough for you and if not, we'll move on to La Push High…"
"Why don't you play matchmaker with Hayley's feelings?"
"Because my twin is the one who set me up with Paul, duh."
I sighed, but let her continue ranting about why this would be good for me. I zoned out until she insisted she come over to help me dress and hung up.
Less than five minutes later, I heard a knock on the door downstairs. My father's footsteps rang as he walked to answer it, my mom following close behind. Excited voices as they all reunited.
Makayla and Hayley walked into my room a few seconds later. Their black hair had gotten longer and I marveled at it. The main difference between them was that Hayley had longer hair, but Makayla was taller. They both had the same eye color, ice blue, but Makayla wore contacts that made hers look a dark purple.
"Hey!" Hayley smiled as she hugged me. Makayla just got started digging through the clothes I'd unpacked before moving on to the boxes full of one's I hadn't. Larger footsteps echoed up the stairs and a moment later, two tall guys walked in. I shot a glance at Hayley who stood up and smiled.
"Scar… This is Quil and Paul. They're here because we did have a date planned, but Makayla, being Makayla, forgot all about it, so I thought they could give their opinions… I mean, they know what J- I mean, he likes."
One of them slid their arm around Hayley's waist while the other went over to the bare box mattress and stretched out, watching Makayla dig. They both kind of short and stocky and if it weren't for the different jaw shapes, cheekbones, and noses I could almost think they were brothers. They both had the same hazel eyes, dark hair, and russet skin.
I sat at my desk and started working on the homework my parents had collected for me since I was gonna miss my first week enrolled at La Push high. After a few minutes I waved Hayley over to help me since both her and Makayla were in Calculus as seniors while I was in Pre.
"Oh yeah… I don't get those problems either… don't worry Mr. Douglas doesn't even check them. He just tells us the answers and if you had trouble you can ask." I jumped. I hadn't realized one of the guys were behind me. He smiled, and I noticed a chip in one of his teeth.
"I don't think you've officially met," Hayley said, smiling. "This one is Quil," he pulled her against his side, making her giggle, "and that one," she pointed at the bed, "is Paul." I stood.
"I don't know what you did to her, Quil, but never before, in my life, have I heard Hayley giggle." I said, smirking.
Quil smiled again. I turned away, shaking my head as Hayley leaned up to kiss him. I walked over to the one thing I had unpacked. My stereo and CD collection… I dug until I found a mix CD I'd burned when Makayla and Hayley had still been living in L.A. with me. I slid the CD into my stereo and let the sounds of Jack Mannequin's 'Dark Blue' fill the background.
"Try that one, Kay." I heard Paul say from the bed.
"But, with what?" Makayla asked. I turned in time to see Paul shrug wordlessly. Quil disconnected from Hayley and walked to Makayla.
"I think he'll like that, but maybe just go with jeans…" He looked at me, "Maybe these…" He reached over and picked up my favorite skinny jeans. They were white, frayed almost completely down front of the legs, except for the calves which had slitted holes diagonal across it.
"Those won't look good with this top… too plain…but these…" Makayla yanked a different pair of skinny jeans from a box. They had vertical lines patterned across it. One vertical line was a 2-box thick section of black and white checkers, while the next line was completely black. The next was white with a thin black line down the center, and so on in a random black and white pattern.
"What about those?" Hayley asked, pointing to a pair of dark purple and black plaid skinny jeans.
"What about these?" I asked holding up a pair of pale blue old navy jeans that were faded on the thighs. "I don't want to dress up for no reason… It's not like I'll probably go on a second date… The only reason I'm going on this one is because I knew you wouldn't take no for an answer." I pointed a look at Makayla.
"And why won't you go on a second one? With my makeover techniques, he won't be able to stop staring." She said, smug.
I smirked and patted the sides of my stomach. "This tends to be a turn-off…" It wasn't that my stomach was that big… It's just that I was 9 pounds fatter than I should have been… And I couldn't lose the weight… I'd been trying for 3 years.
"You're not fat!" Makayla said, exasperated. We'd had this fight before.
"Don't you dare say 'You're just curvy' again." I glowered. "I'll accept chunky and fat as adjectives, but not curvy." Makayla sighed and sent a helpless look to Paul, who put his hands in the air, palms out. Quil did the same.
"Besides… It's not like you're giving me a makeover." I said. Makayla smiled slyly and I groaned.
"I brought your favorite colors of hair dye…" She grabbed a large tote bag and walked out the door. Hayley appeared at my side.
"We should get your makeup done first…" She said, tugging my arm.
When we got to the bathroom, Kay had set up a varied collection of makeup. Plus on the back of the counter, by the mirror were four brilliantly colored boxes of hair dye. One was electric green, one was turquoise, one was pitch black, and one was a mixed box of candy apple red and deep burgundy.
Two hours later, I was staring in the mirror, shocked. Naturally, my hair had been a deep ruby, but Makayla and Hayley had added burgundy dark lights and candy apple red high lights in the places that were still red. They'd added the turquoise and green streaks sparingly, but all of my bangs, the last half inch on the ends of my hair, and the first three inches on the crown of my head were black. I actually kinda liked it.
Makayla had put a deep purplish-red on my lips with black lip-liner. A black eyeliner had been applied thickly and on my lids was a dark purple eyeshadow that darkened as it rose, switching to black right above my eyes. All of it had spots of silver randomly in it, reminding me of a night sky. A dab of black mascara to help define my naturally dark lashes and a slight brush of foundation to lighten my normally red cheekbones to a pale pink finished the look.
"Oh my god… What have you done to me?" I asked. I'd only ever worn lip gloss, eyeliner and foundation, with the occasional concealor to cover up a zit.
"Fixed your few… problems… and brought out your better, ah, features." Makayla spoke. It was true; the makeup had brought out my moss green eyes, full lips, arched eyebrows, and high cheekbones. You couldn't tell that my nose looked too big, my eyes too far apart, my forehead a bit too large.
Back in my room, Paul had fallen asleep; Quil and Hayley were softly bickering over my wardrobe. I rolled my eyes. They had arranged multiple outfits, but when they saw me, they put all of them back and started again. Makayla joined them and pushed me away everytime I tried to help.
"Don't frown, Scar, you'll mess up your makeup." Hayley said over her shoulder before turning to look at whatever Quil held up. She swatted his shoulder, "she's not a whore, Quil… besides… you have no fashion sense, dog." She placed a chaste kiss on his lips before turning to throw whatever outfit that'd been back into the closet. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back, I looked away. I sat at my desk looking out the window, waiting patiently for my hair to finish drying.
After a few minutes, Makayla yanked on my arm, pulling me out of the chair. "That one is fine… Just wait a second… Hayley, stay and babysit the puppies… I'll be right back."
She pulled me out to the hallway. "Puppies? Dog? What kind of nicknames are those?" I asked.
"Crap… Sorry, Hun… I forgot… You'll, umm, find out later…maybe."
Jacob's POV
"Why? Can't you say I'm sick or something?" I asked Sam, padding beside him in wolf form.
"Nope… Sorry you lost a bet, to Kay no less… You gotta go." He chuckled, a high pitched barking noise. I growled and ran to the edge of the woods, phasing. I tugged on my cut offs and ran back to the house. Billy was over at Sue's for the day. I got out my cell phone and sent a text to Quil.
U gotta at least tell me wat she looks like… While I waited for the answer, I put on BrokeNCYDE's 2 drunk 2 drive. I couldn't help singing along while I dug through my closet.
"Get krunk, get drunk, get fucked up. Put your hands in the air, that's what's up." I tugged a black muscle tee from its hanger. "Don't take this drink from me. I'll knock you to your knees and make you lick my penis up and down, up and down."
I walked to my dresser and went through the first drawer. "Up and down, back and forth, I'm making you my whore. Up and down, back and forth, girl you will be my whore." I threw a pair of blue and black plaid boxers onto the bed with the shirt.
"Girl, I'm too drunk to drive, will you take me home tonight? You can be my sugar dumpling, muffin baby, pumpkin pie." I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans. "Just look into my eyes, do you really think I lie? Girl, I'm not kidding when I say I need a fucking ride!" I walked over to my iPod and switched to the next song on my playlist, BOTDF's Innocent High. I yanked off the cutoffs and threw them on the growing dirty clothes pile on the floor, most of it made of denim. I pulled on my boxers and jeans before my phone buzzed. It was Quil.
Umm… she keeps sayin shes fat, but shes jus a lil chunky wit definit curves… kinda like Sierra from skool… shes def got a goth/emo thng goin on… red hair… wit wateva colrs K added... I sighed and went to the bathroom, I rolled on some deodorant, thinking if I didn't I'd regret it later. I decided if I didn't go all out then Kay would kill me so I also added a hint of my chocolate axe cologne.
When I got back to the room my favorite part of BrokeNCYDE's song, schizophrenia, was coming up, "and I, and I, and I, and I, can feel the need break up inside of my veins." I crowed to the empty house. My phone buzzed again. It was a call.
"Ok, forget everything Quil told you because he's probably wrong… also remember to bring along your…" Something fumbled on the other end of the line, before Paul came on.
"Sorry dude… she took the phone and called you… Anyway…" He sounded sleepy.
"Uh-huh…"
"Tell him to wear a jacket!" Makayla screeched in the background.
"She's knows there's probably not going to be a second date… right?"
"That's what Scar said too…"
"Scar?"
"Sc-"
"Did you tell him her name? Paul! It's a blind date! Not a tell one of them everything and not the other date!" Makayla drowned him out.
"You know what she's hoping from this, right dude?" Paul asked.
"Uh-huh… I also know how very unlikely it is…"
"What's he saying, Paul?" Paul hung up. I chuckled, wondering how disappointed Makayla would be when nothing happened between me and 'Scar.'
I looked at the message from Quil again. It took me a second to bring up a picture of the girl of from school, Sierra. She had to have been slightly thicker around her waist then some other girls, but she made up for it with a nice ass and at least c-cups… I knew so for a fact because I'd dated, and slept with, her at least a month ago.
I tried to imagine a girl like that with red hair, probably streaked with dark blue and dark purple knowing Kay. A hazy image came to mind. A girl, a wide heart shaped face, lots of freckles… brown eyes… maybe hazel… wide shoulders for a girl, long arms… large hands, slender elegant fingers. A little larger the Sierra around the waist, with long slender legs… Pale skin… big feet…
I shook my head… if that's what she looked like, then there would be no second date, no matter how many bets I lost. (A/N: I'm sorry to all fiery, freckly redheads out there!) I yanked out my favorite jacket. It was white with ice blue and black rings randomly radiating out from the bleach character Toshiro Hitsugaya's face. I tugged the jacket over my arms and zipped up before checking my watch. It was 5:37… I walked out the door and got into the jeep I'd won in a bet with Edward's brother. I wouldn't accept their actual jeep cause of the smell, so I'd politely asked they buy one for me and they'd bought me a dark red jeep commander.
I started the jeep and drove quickly to Sam's house. Emily had heard about the bet and insisted that I drive. As soon as I pulled up Emily walked out of the house a basket in one hand, a tub of something that smelled delicious in the other.
Sam followed close behind her, two more tubs of food and a large paper bag. I smirked, "I thought they were cooking."
"Not enough if you and Sam are coming to dinner." Emily said, smiling. I shrugged. Emily climbed into the backseat with all the food while Sam climbed into shot gun.
"I'll make you a bet since I trust Makayla's instincts. If you do imprint on my niece, then you have to pay me ten bucks."
"If not?" I smirked, pulling out of their driveway.
"If not then, I'll have Paul cover your patrols tomorrow."
"From 6 p.m. to midnight, right?"
"Right."
"Deal." Paul was gonna freak because he had dawn patrol which meant from midnight to six a.m. I couldn't stop the chuckle that rose in my throat as I pushed in a mixed CD I'd had in the car for way too long. Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance started in the speakers along the sides of the car. I directed the car onto the main road, singing along with the song and looking at the cars I was passing. Sam pointed at the turnoff for me because I didn't see it and it was too loud for him to speak. I turned the radio down slightly. The song ended as we took the turnoff and Dance Floor Anthem by Good Charlotte started playing.
We passed by Makayla, Hayley, Quil, and Paul on our way. Makayla smiled and Quil winked at Sam. Sam motioned to the right side of the road, pointing to a three-story house that was brick on the bottom two stories, but had an ugly green siding on the top floor, which looked to be about big enough for two rooms…maybe.
I pulled into the driveway and the door opened as the radio started blaring, "Everybody! Put up your hands," My gaze was drawn to the eyes peeking from behind a short guys shoulder, "say, 'I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love!'"
I quickly turned off the jeep before digging around in my pocket. I pulled out a twenty and slapped it into Sam's awaiting palm, keeping my eyes locked on the girl.
Scarlet's POV
I ducked behind my dad's shoulder as the guy got out of the jeep. Sam and Emily were the first to reach the door. I took the chance to hug Emily, narrowly avoiding a large plastic tub before my mom could take it. My parents accepted the food and Emily handed me off to Sam after a peck on the cheek, following them to the kitchen. Sam hugged me tightly, spinning me in a circle like he'd done when I was little.
"I haven't seen you in forever… Scar! You're so tall!" Sam smiled before turning to the tall guy behind him. "Anyway… I'm sure you friends were happy to inform you about tonight… This," he gestured, "is Jacob."
I looked down at the floor, even though Makayla and Hayley had made my face look gorgeous, I was wearing a white shirt, it hugged my stomach tightly, but loosened around my chest. The neckline was a half inch below my collarbone, the fabric curving to show off my shoulders before disappearing under my arms.
Makayla had gone with the random vertically striped black and white skinny jeans and a pair of converse that would normally be plain white, but they'd been covered in see-through black lace where the color would normally be.
Sam chuckled and walked after Emily. Jacob took a step forward and shut the door behind him.
"So," I said, grasping for something else to say… well besides, "you must be the date that won't have a sequel…" Oh crap… I'd said that out loud. He looked slightly shocked, though I didn't know why. It was obvious this wasn't gonna work out.
It looked like Makayla had told him what to wear to seem like the kinda guy I like, but he looked like the kinda guy more comfortable in khaki shorts with a random T-shirt… The kinda guy that's a jock who likes to hang out with his friends at the mall and sports games…
I was into guys who could scream along to BOTDF, BrokeNCYDE, and Hollywood Undead not just because they had some 'bad words'… Who didn't want to be a rebel, because they thought it made them look badass. A guy who liked Black Veiled Brides, Good Charlotte, My Chemical Romance… my other bands… This guy wasn't one of those guys.
"Look, I don't know what Makayla did to rope you into this, but I know neither of us want this," Only a slight lie. He didn't… I wouldn't mind being with this hot guy for a few mere minutes. "How about we just say we had fun at whatever movie you're supposed to take me to and we just skip the whole thing, just say you liked it, but I'm a bitch or something… I don't care… I'm not gonna force anyone into something like this…" I turned away, not wanting to see the relief in his eyes. "You've been released from your… obligations."
"Come on, Scarlet!" My mom called. I walked toward the dining room. I took the empty chair beside Sam, not expecting it when Jacob took the seat beside me, when there was an empty chair on the other side of Emily.
My mom and dad asked Sam, Emily, and Jacob questions, keeping up a quiet conversation. Sam and Emily asked me a few questions too, though I answered in as little detail as possible. I picked at the spaghetti, not wanting to get sauce on my top.
I tugged my ipod from the skinny jeans pocket and tucked one bud into my ear, keeping the wire hidden by using my hair as a curtain. I placed the ipod on my thigh and hit play, keeping the volume low.
No one said anything else to me and I basically zoned out, writing and then erasing words by using the noodles and sauce against the white background. I was somewhat aware of Jacob doing the same beside me.
All of a sudden Evanescence wasn't in my ear anymore. Instead Heads Will Roll by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs started playing. I looked sharply to my left. Jacob sat there, holding my iPod in one hand, his plate in the other. I looked at the plate.
In noodles it said. Y won't U go out with me again? I rolled my eyes and started shaping my noodles.
Cause U were forced.
By who?
K.
Nu-uh.
I'm so not having that argument. He chuckled, reading my plate. I moved the noodles. Besides… I'm not your type. I spelled out quickly.
And what is my type?
Idk… cheerleader? Athletic? And skinny.
You're not fat.
Liar.
Sam won't let me off that easy… I drove which means he'll know if we don't go somewhere…
"Scar, Hun… What are you two doing?" My mom asked. Sam smirked, I knew he'd been watching. I ignored my mom's question and gave Sam a questioning look. He nodded. I grumbled under my breath.
"Nothing, mom… I'm done with dinner." I stood, scooting my chair back. Sam, Emily and Jacob stood too.
"Why don't I help you clean up then, Mary?" Emily said to my mom, who nodded gratefully. Sam and my father walked to the study, talking about sports. Jacob grabbed my hand and led me to the front door.
