Chapter One- Convincing
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"Why don't you wanna go?" Jess inquired, her brows furrowed. I shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. Fail. "Don't give me that! We both know you're worried that you'll get caught." She sneered. I scoffed, flicking the russet skin on her shoulder. "I-I'm not! What if I just don't feel like going? Ever considered that?" I replied, scowling. "Nope. I know you too well. You don't wanna go to First Beach with me because you're worried that your mom will catch you sneaking out." She simpered.
I bit my lip. It was true; I was worried. I didn't want to get grounded for God knows how long. Who would? It agitated me that Jess wasn't wary of things like that. Her mother, Glenda, gave her all the freedom in the world, so she didn't have to be. I yearned to have a parent like hers; a parent that would genuinely trust me and allow me to go to places like First Beach. My mom incessantly went on and on about how "dangerous" La Push was. What did she know? She hadn't been out there!
"I just...ugh!" I groaned, casting myself onto my bed. "You just 'ugh'?" Jess chuckled as she sat adjacent to me. "C'mon...it'll be really fun! There'll be food and a huge bonfire!" she placed a hand on my upper back. "You won't get caught, I promise. Your mom's asleep now, isn't she? We'll get back before the morning comes, so there's no chance of her finding out!" Jess grinned. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice muffled by the blanket I'd faceplanted on. "Positive." She affirmed, fondling with my curls. There was a moment of pensive silence until I finally sighed and said, "Fine."
"Yes!" Jess exclaimed, beaming as she grasped my hand and hauled me to my window. Thank the Lord I abided in a one-story house. I followed her onto the grass and heaved a sigh. Sneaking out made me feel so contemptible. How could I be so foolish as to agree to go to La Push without my mother's consent? With my luck, she'd most likely awaken to find my room vacant and go ballistic. As much as her reluctance let me out of the house pissed me off, I understood why she did it.
Ten months ago, my father fell into a coma after crashing his car. Ever since then, my mom had been on a "the world around you is dangerous" rampage. I'd grown pale, for she would scarcely allow me to step out of the house. It hadn't irked me as much during the school year, but it was summer; I wanted to get out, spend time with Jess. However, I still somewhat respected my mom's wishes...
"You're riding bitch." Jess grinned, gesturing to the Vespa that was parked on the side of the road. She tossed me a helmet and I swiftly strapped it on, planting myself behind Jess and encircling my arms around her torso. "You ready, Spencer?" she bellowed over the roar if the engine. "Ready as I'll ever be!" I cried. Before I knew it, the wind was flowing through my fiery tresses and we were off.
[Author's Note] I've decided to keep the chapters in this story short so I can stick with it better. Sorry this one was so pointless. I just wanted you to get a glimpse of Spencer's life before she went to the bonfire/party thing at First Beach. I assure you next chapter will be better!
