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Authors Note: Hey loves, here's FoT as promised, possessive Pirateward and bitchy, lost, confused Bratella. I'm reposting here as I backup on TWCS.
Whoever is wondering about updates please read my authors note in the last chapter of Dine and Dash, it covers most of the questions I'm being asked. If you still have any q's after that, I'm more than happy to reply to your FF PM's, tweets, e-mails or questions on my website.
I have not and will not abandon my fics, I'm just in a difficult situation right now and it doesn't allow me much room to do anything else. I'm updating as I can. D&D's teaser will be up on my website blog today.
My beta for this chap was the remarkable and sweet Tami, thank so very much to her for her help.
As a fic rec I highly recommend you read Cosmic by PunkPrincessPixie, it's something new she's trying out so she's very unsure if it will have a following but she's crazy and I think it's phenomenal, really fallen in love with it so see if you like it and I'm crossing my fingers I get to read more soon, thank you in advance everyone who heads over for me.
Take care,
xoxo
Katie
Force of Tides
Chapter One: Riptide
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Day in the life of Isabella Swan: School's a drag… even though it revolves around me. Home life sucks. What's the point of being Queen Bee when your father, the Chief of Police, has you on a leash so short it barely allows for breathing space, let alone an actual social life? Correction; Dad's a total drag!
Today is the biggest event of the damn calendar. Okay, so it's not the 4th of July… but it comes in pretty close if you check the social calendar. It's Tyler's pre-Spring Dance party. Everyone who's anyone will be there. And me…? I'm stuck helping out at damn Newton's.
I get it, so dad may have been a bit pissed that I didn't stop Tyler and the gang from cheating off that Anthony kid… but hey, he's brilliant - right? And new? And totally into his work and shit… so I'm sure he didn't mind the guys ripping some stupid answers! And it's not like I told them to do it!
Screw him! Anthony, the new kid! Never even got a proper look at him but yes, just screw him! This is his fault!
Who fucking told him to actually know the answers to a pop freaking quiz!?
How dare he care about academics the day before the coolest party to grace this shit-hole- otherwise known as Forks! Stupid prick… I solemnly swear to destroy his high school life or I'm not the reigning fucking Queen of Forks high.
Manual labor was not made for Isabella Swan. This is the age at which partying is at its prime, especially when you're me! Being me - actually means something. And now, stupid Anthony and his perfect grades had to go and ruin it.
Why did he and his freakish parents move here anyway?
Dad wasn't too approving when I accidently let that part slip either. I mean fuck, can't I do anything right? Why does he have to rag on me about everything? I mean I have proof, everyone says his parents are weird! So. There.
Okay, so I've never actually taken the time to notice any of them - but hey- I have a tight schedule.
Tonight would've been the night. Tyler would've asked me out for sure, it was practically set in stone. Fate! The head cheerleader and the quarterback are supposed to be together. Cue dreamy eyes and lovesickness… then knock it out with nerd glasses. Because instead of falling in love, I'm totally doing hard labor thanks to the Anthony kid! Sure, dad says he didn't rat them out - but that is not the point! The cash register I'm working doesn't ring itself, let me tell you! Fucking Anthony kid.
Finally, the dumbass clock chimes away, allowing me to call it a day. Hallelujah! Then again, it's not like I have stupendous plans in any case… dad's not letting me go to the party, something about Tyler being a bad influence. So I'm stuck here… until he picks me up… in like, half an hour. Biatch!
"Humph!" I smack someone hard and I mentally curse my coordination skills because they seem to be jinxed today. The bumpee to my bumper though has a beautifully concrete built chest and smells heavenly. I sniff him up real good.
"Sorry." A velvety voice murmurs, while firm warm hands steady me.
I snap out of it. Mood glum at rock bottom again. "Whatever, it's fine. It's not like this day could get any worse." Continuing to search for my phone, I chose to ignore the stranger without so much as a glance at him. How can I make time to acknowledge his presence when my social life was going down the toilet! This is sad. So sad. Why me? But props to him, because he scores a perfect 10, for his 'fuck-me-now' voice.
I walked down the road towards the bookshop. It was safe to go there, everyone would be getting ready for the party - no one would be in town to catch me nerding it out… at least, I hoped so. The last thing I needed was for someone to figure out I love reading! Total suicide if I manage to save myself from this humiliation of missing this party and my chance with Tyler! I can practically hear Jessica and Lauren moving to kick me off the squad, trying to take advantage of the fact that I'm not there! Will the squad think I'm lacking? Dispensable? So, not happening, bitches!
Second thought; moving through the aisle quickly, I make way to the very back of the safe than sorry.
Anyway, the Jane Austen books are back here in any case. 'Pride and Prejudice' is the only one missing from my collection and now it's mine! "My precious!" I gasp and hiss with a smirk when I find it. Yes, I like that movie.
'Lord of the Rings'? Oh my God, I am turning into a geek.
Grabbing the front copy hurriedly, I make my way to the cashier. Dad will be here any minute, may as well not piss him off any further.
"Would like to know your future?"
I spin towards the musical voice. The person had to have been addressing me, right? I was the only one in the freakin' store aside from the cashier over here!
"You're kidding right?"
"No, it is in your best interest, Bella." The midget in the corner gestured for me to sit. She looked to be my age but she was petite, like small small; a hobbit among normal size people. Fuck yo Tolkien!
The hobb— girl tilts her head but still looks at me. Her face is covered by a scarf to give her some mystery or something. Christ. Her short black hair shoots out in every direction and there's a mischievous glint in her eyes telling me that I should be unnerved, but as always the pissed off Bella takes the lead.
"Look here, Pixie-stix. I don't know how you know my name but I do know what's for my best interest! And your little crystal ball look-deep-into-my-eyes mumbo jumbo is not it. I just had the most messed up week, ever! So unless you see Tyler's party in my future, I suggest you stop addressing me, get it?" If I was at school that low voice that promises pain and misery would have cleared the hall by now but this girl must shoot up or something because her brain is fried.
"Tsk, tsk, Bella. It's a shame you see things this way. But if you insist I do see Tyler's party in the future." She answers me relatively calmly, its bit too calm for my liking... but did she say?
"You really see Tyler's party in my future?" There's hope in my voice, I can't help it! Maybe I can salvage my relationship with him after all?
"Yes and no." She says cryptically, all the while playing with a loose thread on her Gucci sweater. Hmmm… Gucci sweater on a psychic? It's not even a knock-off. What next, a bell-ringing Hunchback in Armani swinging from the 'Welcome to Forks' sign?
"I don't have time for games chick, which is it, yes or no!? No rocket science involved, take your pick."
"There will be a party at Tyler's but you won't be there." She answers in a 'eureka' kind of tone, as if the idea had just come to her! What. The. Fuck?
She's messing with me. I see red! Like seriously! There's steam practically coming out my nostrils, I'm a bull! This was probably Jessica's idea of a joke! I wouldn't be surprised, that bitch finally has her opportunity to one up me! My fucking squad bitch. Mine.
"Well thanks for that queen of the obvious!You have to get a degree for that piece of crap?" I take a step towards her then think better of it because dad is already pissed at me, getting arrested for fighting isn't going help me. So instead I choose parting words. "You can just tell Jessica or whoever put you up to this, to kiss my royal ass, and to watch their backs. In fact, might want to keep that advice for yourself too bitch, you just made a bad enemy."
"Oh Bella, no one put me up to this." The chick still has the balls to keep up with it? Like fuck. She continues so calm and sounding like she understands me or something. "But why don't you tell her yourself? I'm sure she will need the warning. And it will work. She is still afraid you are going to tell people about the oral she performed on the one in your gym class at the party last year."
My jaw drops. How does this chick know that drunk-ass Jessica did the nasty with Eric fucking Yorkie at Lauren's party last year? Only I know that. I walked into that horror and saw up close and personal. It still makes me want to puke but I made sure to get a pic for future use should it come to that. That's my leverage. Eric fucking Yorkie, acne-faced geek extraordinaire but he is hung like a horse. Go Yorkster; less bitchy Bella cheers him on.
"Be safe Isabella, you have much to learn!" Pixie-stix grabs at my attention again. "You'll come to believe in your own time."
Fuck off. Shoo, just shoo. Away. Be gone. Now.
I cock a bitch brow, "You just called me Isabella and you expect me to believe that she didn't put you up to this!? She knows I hate being called that. Tell you what; screw you, her, and your warning!" There was only so much calmness that could be expected from one Isabella Swan and right now I was seething like a motherfucker.
"Heed my warning Isabella this is for your own good. I care for you; this is what she wants for you. I'm trying to stop it but she insists and you are making it difficult to reason with her. Do not force the tides." She warns me and her words sound like they are far off in the distance, much like her gaze appears to be.
What the fuck? "Force the tides? Her? Her who?"I'm baffled but so over this freak show. "Tell you what, 'oh caring' one?... Fuck you. And the tides!"
That seems to get a reaction out of the pixie girl. She flies forward like a banshee, causing me to stumble back into the door. If it were possible I swear her eyes would be on fire.
"Isabella Marie Swan!" She screams in my face, "You were warned! Change! Or you will never survive! There is no more I can do for you!" She hisses, like for real, hisses.
Okay… I'm sothrough with freaky here. Spinning on my heel, I force the door open and bolt!
The sky's turned a dangerous shade of purple and I'm barely out the door when the heavy drops begin to descend, raining down on me hard. I run towards the woods as fast as I can while getting drenched in the downpour.
Screw waiting for dad, if I run through the woods, I'll be home in no time!
That's it Bella. Get home!
Ignore the lightning and thunder. Ignore the branches ripping your jeans and shirt, and just run!
It's almost pitch black now, which is really freaky for 3 in the afternoon even in Forks. It does nothing to calm my nerves that are set on overdrive thanks to the strange girl. I think she looked familiar but now is not the time to worry about that! I've tripped twice since I entered the woods, and yes, that's a record for me because, even though I'm clumsy with my hands, I'm good on my feet!
All I have to do is avoid the rapid river and—
Wait!
There's no rapid river near my house?
I look again and it's still there! Rapid river. Gushing, rapid river!
I scream and pull my hair manically. Oh my God! Where the fuck am I!?
~.~.~ Thanks for reading. Love and God bless. Your Kat;) ~.~.~