CHAPTER 1:
BELLAS POV
"That stupid, idiotic jackass!" I exclaimed, sitting down in the booth next to Jason, Jen's brother and Melanie's boyfriend.
"Wow, Bells," Justin, Mel's twin and Davryn's boyfriend, joked, yes, our group is very complicated. "I've never heard that kind of language come out of your mouth." Justin sat squashed between Brandon and Davryn who were brother and sister. His short silver tipped black hair glittered in the lights of the restaurant; and his blue-green eyes gleamed with amusement as he turned back to his make-out session with Davryn.
They belong together, I thought. They were both crazy, the good crazy, not the crazy, crazy. Their hair even matched, but not completely. While Justin's air was black and silver, Davryn's was black with burgundy bangs. They usually changed it ever so often, I'm surprised they've kept is the same for so long. Even their eyes were almost the same color, though Justin's were more blue and Davryn's more green. The just fit.
"Oh, be quiet, Justin," I said angrily. "He makes me so mad!"
"Don't start crying now," Melanie said with a laugh. She looked exactly like her brother, minus the silver streaks. She had black hair down to her shoulders and green eyes. She sat in the arms of Jason, Jennifer's older brother. He had dark brown hair and bright electric blue eyes. They were always cuddling, just like Davryn and Justin always made out. I wonder if Melanie ever got grossed out by seeing her brother's tongue down her best friend's throat.
"I can't help it. You know I cry when I get angry," I sighed.
"Yeah, we know. Don't forget those videos we posted on Youtube," Davryn came away from Justin's mouth long enough to say.
"Oh, shut up. But, back to the subject. Mike and I are through," I said, laying my head down on the table.
"'Bout time," Jennifer answered, smiling. She was sitting across from me next to Brandon, holding his hand. She had red hair down to her shoulder and green eyes. She was dating Davryn's older brother Brandon. He had black and blue hair, much like Justin's, and blue eyes. Seeing them all coupled together made me feel like the third-well, seventh-wheel, but at least I didn't have to put up with Mike anymore.
"Yeah, he never did sit right with me," Brandon agreed.
"Nobody sits right with you," Davryn said, then turned back to kiss Justin.
"Oh, for gods sakes," Brandon whined, "Stop kissing already." OK, so maybe it was Brandon who had a problem with his sister having her tongue down her boyfriend's throat. Not Melanie and the other way around.
Davryn was going to say something, but stopped herself. "Hey, I totally forgot to tell you guys. We're getting some new students," she said, completely off topic. Something she always did.
"Really?" asked Jennifer.
"Yeah."
"How do you know this?" I asked, perking up. Getting new students was always fun. I've known most of the students at Forks High School all my like, and new faces were always fun to see.
"I have my sources," she answered slyly.
"Your idea of a source is the assistant male secretary and only because he'd tell you anything," Jason joked., smirking.
"Hey, he's cute and he knows he wants my, he just doesn't want to admit it."
"Hey, now!" Justin shouted, offended and jealous at his girlfriends words.
"Don't worry," Davryn said, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. "You're my number one, and we have plans. Well, besides Daddy, he's my number one because he's rich and gave me my-"
"Speaking of which," Justin said, stopping her before she started talking way too fast about something completely irrelevant. Which she did a lot also. She always reminded me of Nudge from James Patterson's Maximum Ride series.
Justin looked at his watch. "We need to get going if we're ging to make it to Port Angeles on time."
Davryn squealed, something tat made her seem like a little kid. It was a bad habit of hers, squealing, but it made everybody laugh. And it did just that. She jumped up-well, as much as she could- stood on the seat, and walked across the table. Missing everyone's drinks and dragging Justin behind her.
As she jumped off, a deep voice, one we all recognized, said, "Davryn, don't make me ban you from sitting in a booth again." The owner of the voice was Joey, a big, graying man with one of those faces that instantly makes you like the person. It guess it's a good thing he's the owner of the diner.
"Awe, Joey, they were all in my way and I have somewhere to be," she whined, "I'll be here at noon sharp." Davryn was a hostess, a waitress, and she decorated the chalk board that help announcements. Joey even trusted her to cook every once in a while. Now, I personally wouldn't trust her with anything.
Joey said and nodded, disappearing into the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Brandon asked, jumping into older brother mode. He was always like that, especially when he had no idea about it. And he had good reason to. Davryn tended to do stuff on a whim and not all of it was good. Plus, Brandon didn't trust Justin. Justin always had the tendency to get Davryn into even more trouble than necessary. And Brandon didn't like Justin at all.
"None of you business," Davryn snapped. "Tell Mom I'll be home in the morning." She headed for the door and I shook my head. She and Justin usually went to Port Angeles or La Push, the little Quileute town just fifteen miles from Forks, to party. Davryn knew everyone and had invitations to parties all the time. They were always gone until Saturday morning.
"What for?" Brandon asked. He knew, he just liked ticking Davryn off. "Where are you going?"
"To Port Angeles, one of my exes is having a party and he invited me and Justin," Davryn answered at last.
Now Justin looked furious. "You mean to tell me that the host of this party is an ex?" he asked, low and dangerous. Ht was no problem, he'd get over it.
"Oh, Justin," Davryn pouted, "Don't be mad. It'll be fun and I'll show you…" Her voice trailed off as the door shut behind them. She whispered something in his ear and he grinned like a little kid at Christmas. We all stayed quiet, staring after them, until we heard the doors shut on Davryn's black and red 2008 Koenigsegg CCXR Limited Edition. It was foreign and a beautiful car. The interior was all black leather and digital electronics. She had even just installed three DVD players and playstations. I think everybody loved he car more than their own.
I hope she doesn't do anything stupid," Brandon sighed, snapping us all out of you silences.
"Don't worry," Jen said," She's still a virgin."
"Really?" Brandon asked.
"Yeah, and besides, if Justin did anything she didn't want to do, I'd really hurt him," Melanie confirmed.
"You and me both," Brandon said.
"Yeah, and I'm the only one who can hurt him, besides Davryn," Melanie said. "Jen, you better keep your boyfriend on a leash."
"He couldn't hurt a fly," Jen said, laughing at him.
"Hey, I wonder what those knew kids will be like," I said, not wanting Brandon and Melanie to get into it again.
"Yeah, and how did Davryn figure this out?" Jason asked.
Jennifer, Melanie and I looked at each other, then said, "She's a flirt."
"Yeah, I know that, but how does she do it?"
"Probably bribery, promises, threats, kisses, hugs, and maybe some flashing," I said as if it didn't matter.
"What?" Brandon shouted the same time Jason said. "She does have the hardware."
Melanie elbowed Jason and he gave her an apologetic smile. "What? It's not like you haven't noticed."
"True," Melanie forgave him, "You know what she'd say."
"You're just jealous 'cause mine are better," we all said together and laughed.
When it had quieted down, Jennifer asked, "So, what did mike do this time?"
"Being his usual jerky self," I answered, "And now he's been talking non-stop about Jessica. So, finally, I told him if her wanted her so bad, then he could kiss my ass, 'cause we were over."
"Good for you," Brandon said.
"Yeah, it really is about time," Jen said again.
"Hey, you know what Davryn would say about that?" Jason asked.
"Yeah, 'you're lucky I wasn't there, or I would've kicked his ass,'" Melanie mimicked in an almost perfect impersonation of Davryn.
"Why do we always go back to what Davryn would say or do?" Jason asked.
"'Cause what she does and says is always so funny," Melanie answered.
"You know," I said, "I wonder what would happen if a person could read her mind. I bet they'd go crazy."
Little did we know that that is exactly what happened.
DAVRYNS POV
"Oh, Justin," I pouted, "Don't be mad. It'll be fun, and I'll show you a good time. I might even consider giving you a lap dance and you still owe me for the last one," I whispered in his ear. We got in the car and he was grinning his fool head off.
"Are you sure you want to go? I mean, since it's my ex, we don't have to. We could go to a movie or something," I said as I pulled out of the diner's parking lot.
"No, no, let's go. Besides, I want your ex to see you giving me a lap dance," Justin answered, kissing the back of my knuckles . "Awe, but you aren't dressed right," he added in a pouty voice.
He was right. I was in a pair of his baggy jeans, my Marc Echo Reds, a black tank top and one of his black button down shirts. Yes, I do where my boyfriends clothes. They're very comfortable, thank you very much.
"Oh, honey, we've been going out long enough for you to know I'm always prepared to party." I hit a switch on the dashboard. Justin looked at me, confused, but then turned to the back at the sound of hydraulics.
Last week I had a hydraulic system installed to lift up my back seat. Then underneath it I had an assortment of clothes and shoes to party in..
"Very nice," he said with a grin.
"Thank you," I answered. The drive to Port Angeles was spent in a peaceful silence. It was nice that we were comfortable with just being together. People think I cant shut up at all, which is true; except when I'm with Justin. With him it's different and it's great.
I pulled onto my ex's street and gleefully noted that there were already many cars there. "Good, we're not too early," I said as I got out of the car. I noticed there were a few people, boys, staring at me and my car. I waved at them with a smile and they grinned back.
I looked over at Justin to see him glowering at the boys jealously. "Oh, c'mon, Justin," I said opening my back door, "I'm just messin' with 'em. Beside I'm still gonna give you a lap dance, even if you owe me for the last one." He grinned and nodded.
I took off my tennis shoes and stripped down to my black g-string and strapless bra. People stared even more and I knew Justin enjoyed the fact that I was doing that just for him. I pulled a pair of short white jean shorts and caught Justin's nod of approval. I put them on, making sure the straps of my underwear showed at the top. Next, I put on my new, thigh-high stiletto boots. I had them custom made in black leather and I loved them.
Then I couldn't figure out which shirt to where, I stood next to my car, hands on my hips, in my bra, shorts and boots, with people staring at me. I knew Justin was getting a kick out of this. He knew that I loved teasing people.
Finally, he walked around the back door, which he had been leaning on, and, as he went to pick out a shirt for me, his hand brushed across my stomach, leaving tingles from his touch. He rummaged through my clothes, careful not to mess them up, and pulled out a short red tube-top.
I grinned and put it on. It showed enough cleavage and stopped at my navel to leave little to the imagination. I shut the door, locked the car and shoved the key, which was attached to nothing, into my bra. I smiled wickedly at the boys watching, mentally saying that if they watched to steal my car, they needed to get the key.
As I grabbed Justin's hand and made my way to the house, I noticed one of the guys that were staring at me, was walking over to me. I then realized that it was my ex, the host of the party. As he neared he smile and gave me a hug, but the hostility that I knew was directed at Justin never left his eyes.
"Justin," I said, trying to keep their hatred dampened so it wouldn't start a fight. "This is Zach, the host of the party. Zach, this is my boyfriend Justin."
They smiled at each other, something between that and a sneer, but that was all.
"Davryn, are you still trying to be the center of attention?" Zach joked.
"Hey, I'm not trying, I am the center of attention. Now, let's just say I'm loud, I'm proud and I need to burn off some steam." With that said, I marched Justin up to the house with Zach glaring daggers at our backs.
The music was perfect, lots of different types of rock. The collection would make LAZAR (103.3) jealous. It had adrenaline pumping through my veins the minute I walked through the door.
Let's just say, I burnt off the steam and stress of the past week, gave Justin a couple lap dances that he owes me for, and had a lot of fun; but I did not drink. First off, I'm not that stupid, and second, I'm the designated driver' nobody, not even Justin, was driving my car. Well, I did share a glass with Justin and he had another after that. And we silently agreed not to tell Brandon or Melanie.
Zach was a non-too-happy camper when he saw me all over Justin, and I was glad. He was a jackass and deserved to be jealous. I only came to this party because it was the only one going on this weekend.
After a while, Justin and I decided to take a break. I slowly pulled out of my spot, then peeled down the street, leaving smoke from my tires in the air. We drove to downtown Port Angeles and encountered a very interesting person.
We went to a movie-it was only 9:15-and gave to poor male cashier a heart attack, which we laughed about later. And I think the boy that we ran into earlier-hot boy, might I add-was following us, because he showed up in the theater we were in.
The movie was OK, then again, I wasn't really paying attention. Teenagers don't go on dates to the movies to watch the movie, unless it's a first date.
We were back at the party by midnight. I gave Justin another lap dance, which he also owes me for, with Zach glaring at me. I danced on the table, which made everybody but Justin think I was drunk. I did a strip tease, played strip poker, and, on Justin's and a couple of girls' request, made out with said girls.
No, I'm not bisexual, but it was fun to watch the people watching. I could see there were a few boys, including Justin and Zach, who got very excited.
Finally, I settle down on the couch cuddled up with Justin, making out. It was about four in the morning. We were one of the last to fall asleep and didn't wake up until about ten. Thanks to the phone call from a worried Brandon. I made it home on time to take a shower and go to work.
My mom did see me and, let's just say, I gave her a heart attack as well and she grounded me. It was OK, Justin would sneak over here, or I would sneak out, it was a win, win for everyone.
EDWARD'S POV
It was night and the perfect time to check out the city, even if we were just staying there until out possessions were in out house. The city wasn't a big one, but it had everything a major city, like New York, might have. Bookstores, restaurants, a mall.
Too bad we couldn't live here, but this place was always over cast like Forks was. Although, on the days that were going to be sunny, we had to stay home.
I found myself wondering what this new place would be like. Of course, we couldn't just move there and not go to school, Carlisle said it would be suspicious having five teenagers not go to school. It was terrible. I already knew everything I would be taught, and more. But maybe I could get a kick out of the small town teens who all knew each other. I wondered if there would be anybody interesting to read.
I continued my exploring until I ran into a couple, boy and girl. They were like nothing I'd ever seen. The boy was dressed in a pair f baggy jeans and a button down dress shirt, normal except for his hair. It was spiky, black, with silver tips.
The girl was different, way different. She was in a tiny red top with white short and a clearly visible black g-string and black, thigh-high stiletto boots that looked and smelled like real leather. Her hair was a little more normal, black like the boys, with reddish bangs.
They both looked like something I'd see in New York, if I had ever been there. With the way my family was, travelling all the time, some places were restricted to us. We still want as normal a life as possible, but it came with a price.
I read the girls mind before we ever ran into each other, literally. It was going a million miles an hour. It started off with her thinking about what had gone on the past week; going to the Guitar Hero-whatever that was-songs she still had to beat; then to something about a party and lap dances and jealousy; to the movie they were going to see; to food; to clothes; to the definition of valorize; to a test she took a few weeks ago; to a quiz she had to take on Monday; to homework she had to do after work; to if she would make it to work on time; to somebody named Justin; then Melanie; then Jason; then Jennifer; then Brandon; then Bella; then Mike, who she wanted to hurt; to the new kids; then to where her phone was; to wondering if her friend called about their date to the football game in Seattle; then finally to wondering who this beautiful bronze haired boy was and why was he standing in the middle of the sidewalk after he ran into her and looking like he had just met the craziest person on the planet.
It took me a moment to realize it was me. I shook my head as her thoughts said, "hello handsome," but what came out of her mouth was, "Hello, anybody home?"
Her thoughts abruptly went black as she caught my eyes, then hers wandered down my body, undressing me with her eyes. It was odd, one minute she was thinking about everything and anything nonstop, and the next it was all gone. I hoped it wasn't me that had the problem, I already had enough. What, with being a vampire and all.
"I'm sorry," I said and watched as her eyes went from a light, sea foam green to a bright emerald green in about two seconds flat. OK, that was strange, nobody's eyes changed that fast. Even mine, and I'm a vampire. Maybe it was simulated to her thoughts, if only I could read them.
"It's OK," she said, her voice husky and seductive. The boy holding her hand tensed, I guess he knew what was going on. I secretly wished he could read minds so I could tell him I didn't want her. His mind was wandering through a hundred or more ways to maim, torture, and kill me. OK, so he really like this girl. She like him, too; a;; the while her mile-a-minute thoughts ran through my head, she subconsciously thought about this boy, whose name I figured out was Justin, constantly.
Suddenly, without warning, the girl's, whose name I now knew was Davryn-odd-thoughts came at me like a tidal wave, making me stumble back. They were all louder than last time, which was still pretty loud, but were all jumbled. One thought ran into another, then another, it caught me off guard. But there was one set of thoughts that rang loud and clear. OK, so her eyes were connected to he thoughts, those were connected to the more personal parts of her body. I hoped I was wrong, especially since Justin came up with way 347 of how to kill me. I needed to get out of there, and fast.
"Are you OK?" There was no real concern in Justin's voice. That signaled I was in serious trouble if I tried to make a move on his girl.
"I'm fine," I said, trying not to make Davryn have an orgasm from just hearing my voice. "Um, I really have to get going. And I'm sorry for running into you."
Davryn nodded and Justin looked less pissed. I smiled and walked away.
With my vampire hearing, I heard Justin say, "Davryn, I swear to god…" I had no idea was he meant, and his thoughts didn't give it away, but she did.
"Don't worry, Justin," she replied, her thoughts told me nothing as well. "Besides, you used to love it when my eyes changed color, especially at the pool."
"But that was when we weren't dating and you were looking at me. Now it just ticks me off."
"Because your jealous and you shouldn't be. Justin, I love you," she said without hesitation, even when her insides were quivering.
By then I had rounded a corner and peered around it to watch the couple. Justin pulled Davryn close and whispered against her lips, "A look, a touch, a gentle hiss. You, with me, I promise this. I give you love you'll never miss," and kissed her. I could no longer read her thoughts, and from a block away I could see her bright green eyes. Even if I didn't have heightened sight, I would've still been able to see them.
So it was more powerful with Justin. She loved him, why wouldn't it be? He loved her, too. If I couldn't read his mind, I'd still be able to tell. You could see it in the way he looked at her, touched her, kissed her. Being with her was natural.
OK, OK! I stopped myself. I really don't need to be thinking about people's love lives.
Davryn and Justin continued down the sidewalk, he arm around her shoulders, and hers around his waist. Justin kept whispering words and phrases into her ear, I guess he wrote poetry or lyrics or something.
I suddenly found myself following them. I didn't what to, but Davryn's mind was so interesting. I couldn't just let it go. They went to the movie theater to see The Invasion. I waited until they were in and sat down before I entered.
They sat in the back row, which was OK. All I needed was their thoughts-or possibly lack there of. Davryn's thoughts went off and on like a TV with tourettes. When I could read them, they were all about how good he tasted, felt, smelled, typical girl thoughts.
Justin's were headed to a more sexual level; but every time his thoughts wandered to actual sex, he mentally kicked himself. He knew she wasn't ready and he respected that, even if she was the more slutty member of their group. I thought that wasn't very considerate, but apparently she knew it, too.
I finally blocked then out, not really wanting to know what turned them on. I'm glad hers turned off and on and I can block thoughts, otherwise I think I'd go crazy.
When I got back to the hotel after the movie, Alice was sitting on my bed, grinning. She knew! She knew I'd run into those kids; she had the ability to see the future, visions.
"Alice," I growled, "You better run."
She laughed as she used her vampire speed to run and her voice echoed, "Catch me if you can."
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