I had this thing about guys with big hands. A theory really, that any guy with big hands, was trouble. With a capital T. So, naturally, Paul Walker fell into this category perfectly. Big guy, big hands, big ego.
I roll my eyes at the thought, the wheels of my skateboard scrapping over rocks and dirt as I neared the only school on the res. My black hat was meant for winter, and even though it was September, every day in La Push kind of felt like December. I pull my hat down lower, so that it's almost covering my eyebrows, and put both feet on my board to glide and swerve through the masses of people.
"What's wrong with you?" Colton's voice assaults me; my wheels catching on the side of his boot when he sticks it out in front of me, making me stumble forward. I grin widely at him, leaning down to pick up my board and rushing next to him as he walked in his lazy saunter into the building.
"Look who's talking, ugly." I comment, ruffling his fluff of hair and running ahead of him through the doors, before hopping back on my board to glide on the smooth tile floor to my locker.
"Hey." Mariah smiles at me when I pull open my locker. We were friends, I guess. She wasn't somebody that I would normally hang out with, and her friends didn't seem to like me, but she was nice. Her clothes were too tight for my liking, and her hair was too perfect, but what did I have against girls who knew how to make themselves look hot?
"Hey." I grin, and it's not until Colton comes to my side with Ryan and Blake that Mariah goes red in the face and looks at me sheepishly. It was no secret she had a thing for Colton, which I didn't mind, except for the fact that Ryan and Blake swore the only reason she was friendly with me was to get close to him. I grimace at the thought and slam my locker shut. "Common you asses, you're making me late." I snap at the trio, leading the way to first period. I turn at the last minute to wave goodbye to Mariah but she's long gone, and the boys at my sides are chatting about all the girls they'll get tomorrow at Mariah's party.
"Watch it, Nix." Paul Walker snaps when his oaf of a self rams into me in the hall.
"You watch it, Walker. The hell is wrong with you?" I snap loudly, and the boys take a step back. I remember when we first met, and people would push at me, and the boys would jump in and yell at the guy, until they realized I could take care of myself, and it was them who had to hold me back.
"Oh yeah-" He says, turning around but stopping short when he looks at me. For a minute I look at him too, and then my head starts to hurt, bad.
"Ow." I say, gripping my head, and Colton grabs my shoulders. "I'm fine." I say to him, and then turn back to Paul, "Get your ugly face out of here, Walker, before I vomit." I scream, and turn on my heel. "Mind if I sit in your car?" I ask Colton, and he just hands me the keys and they all go to first period.
I sit in the car, with my feet hoisted on the dash, while I cranked something by Black Sabbath. And then that was it. That's all I rememeber. And the next thing I know, I open my eyes and I'm staring at the back of Ms. Nen's head, and Embry Call is sitting next to me throwing spit balls at some girl's head.
"Paul." He says, and leans over to me, and I look behind me for Paul, but he's not here, and Embry's talking to me.
"What?" I sputter out, and Embry grins like he's too cool for wards.
"Mariah Tate's having that party tomorrow, ready to tap that?" Embry asks, and at the mention of taping that, my head begins to hurt, and I realize I'm having a bad dream. I look down at my hands, and they're huge. Huge and darker, and calloused, and not mine.
I look to the door of the class, and squint when I see me standing on the other side. My long dark hair, my big green eyes, my russet skin, my black hat.
"I gotta go." I spit at Embry, and rush the door. When I get outside of it, I feel small hands grab at my face.
"What the hell is goin on, Nix? I got tits." My voice tells me, and I jump. But I can't talk, I can't move of speak or think, so I just rush outside and breathe in deep, but I'm right behind me, and I'm short.
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." I rush out, my words mashing together. "Shit, shit, shit!" I screech and I sit down on the ground.
"No shit." I say, but it's not me, it's just my body, and it's really Paul, and I can't breathe.
"I need to go to the bookstore." I tell him in a rush, and he- I- He, whoever, just quirks a brow at me.
"That's your solution? The bookstore? Chicks, man." He shakes his head and curses, pulling out the collar of his shirt to get a good look at my boobs.
"No." I yelp and smack my hand away from my neck line.
"Prude."