*Just The Girl*
Chapter 1: She's Bittersweet. She knocks me off of my feet.
"Damn it, Embry!" I wasn't angry when my 'soulmate' came with me to go cliffdiving. I was angry when he said I couldn't jump like all the other guys. That really pissed me off.
"Why?" I demanded.
Embry gave me that sad look that made me roll my eyes. "I just don't want you to get hurt. Do you see any other humans like you jumping?"
"Yeah, everyday on TV," I retorted.
Embry sighed. I rolled my eyes again. "You're not jumping, Kris."
I huffed. "Don't call me that."
Embry's face fell. Like always, I was the source of his pain. Just because I didn't like him at all, while he was literally head-over-heels in love with me because of the stupid imprinting thing.
Great.
"Let's just go since I'm not allowed to do anything," I mumbled sarcastically.
Embry followed me like a lost puppy to the car. As always, when I tried to climb in on the driver's side, he gently lifted me out of the way and climbed in, pointing to the passenger side. It annoyed the hell out of me.
"Damn it," I muttered as I walked around to the other side. I climbed in and crossed my arms over my chest. I was not in a good mood, but then again, when am I ever?
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"Damn it, Embry!" She glared at me with all the evilness she could muster. It killed me to have her so mad at me. But I couldn't let her jump. I just couldn't.
"Why?" she demanded.
I gave her my notorious sad look, which made her roll her eyes. "I just don't want you to get hurt," I said. "Do you see any other humans like you jumping?"
"Yeah, everyday on TV," she retorted. I had to refrain from rolling my eyes. Instead, I sighed in frustration. She rolled her eyes.
"You're not jumping, Kris," I told her firmly. using my nickname for her.
She huffed. "Don't call me that."
My face fell at the sharp pain in my heart. Even the littlest things she said hurt like hell.
A flash of sympathy flittered across her face before disappearing. I wasn't even sure if I really saw it.
"Let's just go since I'm not allowed to do anything," she mumbled sarcastically before stalking off towards the car. I followed swiftly behind her.
When she tried to climb in on the driver's side, I quickly moved her out of the way and climbed in, pointing to the passenger side. She shot a glare at me before muttering, "Damn it." As she walked around to the other side, I laughed softly at her persistence. She just wouldn't give up. That's one thing I loved about her. One of the many ways she knocked me off of my feet.