I don't know what happened, whether it was me or her friends, but someone must've been bugging her for awhile because for once she went out. Without him. What girl in her freaking right mind would turn down the first guy who asked her out mor than once since I started going to her school? Obviously not her. It makes me think-maybe she wasn't in her right mind. I'm considering the fact that maybe she was in her left mind more than once.
I love my life, yep. I'm one of those evil sisters you see on TV and movies. No, no, no, not like those crappy Disney movies like Cinderella. Ew. I mean, the classic evil sister. I know exactly how to embarrass her, how to drive away all the guys that come home, everything. The funny part is, it's not even learned. I didn't pick it up from my parents, they were normal parents who never let me do anything. Those kind. Then my sister, well, she's just a goody too-shoes. No. My talent was fatefully discovered on its own. I call it my inner demon, I look to Satin for advice. He must really love me because I always know what to do when, either that or I just must be a very loyal follower.
Anyway, why do I do these things? Another thing that sets me apart from those movies, I don't do it cause I don't like Kim. Kim is a great sister. She gets things for me sometimes, her friends are nice to me, she's the kind of sister anyone would like. I only do it cause I don't like him. If he can stand my tests for him, then he defintally deserves her. I call it a test of love. She calls it evil. Back to the story, I'm grateful for this day. This is the recap:
My sister, Kim, and her lovely friends decide to go on a picknick! Kidding. They decide to go on a girl's night out and get this-on the same night that the 'rents were out! Totally whicked right? Now this means I had the house to myself, at least most of it. I was kicked out at least half of them, and I wouldn't dare go back into some of them at risk of getting in trouble. Even at the expense of seeing him get in trouble. So with this all to my own, I got to work.
This special event has been stuck in my mind for awhile. This little moment is the ultimate prank. It'll defintally bring down our resident werewolves of La Push. Wait wait, let's go back on this for a moment. I don't know why anyone would want to date a werewolf. What the fuck? It's like dating a dog. Don't get me wrong here though. I love dog's to death, but I would never kiss one. It's like when someone says, "Well if you like it, marry it." Uh, no. You can go marry Britney Spears if you "like" her for all I care, but you know what? It's not going to happen. You get the point, hopefully.
So... here I am, along at least. I'm sitting cross-legged on the soft carpet in the middle of our living room. No, I'm not watching TV. So, I'm sitting here. I have Mom's emergency credit card, my personal laptop, access to priority shipping, and a genious plan. Chocolate forbid, please tell me you wouldn't take advantage of that. I mean, seriously! I'm a prankster, it's what I do best. Without that, I would have absolutly nothing in the world. Besides, his reaction is totally worth getting grounded for the rest of eternity... and some. I mean, right? It was only one day and I was on a roll.
Insert a little time skip here. I won't go into detail, but think of this. Two hours later. There's a teenage girl sitting on the ground in the living room alone. Problem? You really can't see the ground. Yes, that was me. I was completely surrounded by packages, plus a little complex instruction manual. Why would I need it though? I took one sly peek, and instantly shut it. I snatched the corner and let it fly across the room. Something broke, I'm not really sure what, but you know. Who really cares anyway? I'll deal with that later. In the middle of my thoughts, trouble occurs. The doorbell rings. Dang.
My body tensed up and I nearly gave myself whiplash. My head swirled toward the door, fortunately I could still see the top of the door, but the rest was covered from the tapped boxes. Mom and Dad can't be back already! I was so sure they were out shopping and then dining! Kim wouldn't be here either, she was at a sleepover. What if she forgot something though? I would have to let her in! Who would it be then? My mind scourged over all the possibilities. Of course, he would co- "Kim...? Are you there?" Well, I would say, "Speak of the devil and he shall appear." but there's two little problems. One, I'm not really speaking, I'm thinking all this. Actually, I'm thinking this whole story in my head right now, maybe I should right this down before I forget. Two, the devil wouldn't appear. I could've sworn I made a sacred pact with him a little while ago. Damn him to hell-oh wait.
Without hesitation, I jumped up and shoved all the stuff aside. Dang it! Couldn't the guys at least make a little pathway to get out? Right now, you're probably thinking "Wait, why did you jump without hesitation? I thought you didn't want to see him-whoever he is." Well, here's my reasoning. If I didn't get to that freaking door right now, he will either come in or walk away. I can't let him in here, for one, he has not right, and two, I hate him. Besides, if he walks away I will lose my chance to antagonize him. I made sure to walk extra slowly. My mind already presented me with a few ideas and I shifted through them carefully. Should I tell him she's with her boyfriend? No... she's an imprinted, I think that's stronger than that. Maybe that she's hiding from him. No, no, no, that wouldn't work either. Can I really tell them the truth and say she's out with her girlfriends?
Her girlfriends. Yes. That's perfect, I can just tell the warped truth. See, to me, the warped truth is law. I live by it, and no other. I didn't like lying so I didn't really do it, so I prefer to tell the warped truth. It was still the truth so to speak, just a little more confusing. I finally reached the door. I could hear his feet shifting around-good he's still there. Ok, I rubbed my hands together with that evil grin on my face. I took a calming breath-not that I needed it-and reached for the handle. Showtime.
"Hi Jared." I said in a flat monotone, working exactly the right amount of suspicion into it. He did look surprised to see me, but not that surprise. I mean, really, I did live here. "Hi," he replied. He tilted his head, trying to see around me. It kind of made me raise my eyebrows. Why couldn't he just have looked over me? Oh well, guess I"ll never know. "Is Kim here? She never called back..." I bit back a retort and simply rolled my eyes. The stalker. "No, she's out." He stared at me for a second, not quote comprehending. Oh, so my sister's not allowed to be anywhere without you now? "With her... girlfriend." There, not a lie. Just not... the whole truth. Hopefully it would get on his nerves.
I had the great pleasure of watching his face crinkle with confusion. I glared at him, though it wasn't one of those I-hate-your-guts-glare. It was more like a what-the-fuck-do-you-want glares. When realization dawned on him, his face went smooth and hid his emotions. I knew that look, and I was a pro at it. "Her girlfriend?" He asked, his voice cracking with confusion and hurt. Wow, he is suck a sissy. If I said that to another guy, they would probably bug me about where she was until I either told them or slammed the door and broke their nose. "Yeah. They went to hit another place... you know the type. Music and food?" For a second, I contemplated my answer. Did it sound reasonable? The mall follows that... right? Like I would even know. Malls are gross.
His face retained his perfect composure and even I was impressed. Sometimes guys thought I was using the nonliterary term and thought she was at a club with a friend that was a girl. I tried again. "They're pretty busy... moving a whole lot. Maybe later..." My face was completely still, though I added in a touch of pity and boredness. Sadly, he realized what the rest of them hadn't. "Skylaar?" His voice suddenly when from still to accusing. It was deep as if he were speaking to a 2nd grader rather than a kid only 3 years younger, damn him to heaven-yeah, hell was already taken by me. I wouldn't survive if I spent the rest of my dead days with him, ew. "Are you here alone? What are you doing?" Of course! Yet again, he attemped to look around me. Genious.
Now it was my turn to be the cautious one. Oh the tables have turned. I stood right next to the door frame with the door enclosing me on the other side. Now the only way was to look above me. Luckily I made sure to close all the window curtains and the kitchen, untouched by the way, was right in his view. "Oh, you know... homework." Unfortunately, he didn't buy it. Maybe Satin was mad? Had I not made a good enough excuse? "Oh?" He said, obviously not believing a word out of my mouth. I vigorously nodded, frustrated and hoping he would just leave now. It wasn't fun anymore, he was just wasting my time. "Yep, and you're wasting my time," speaking from my mind, "Why are you here? God, Jared, it's like eleven! Can't you get a life?" I wasn't exactly sure what time it really was, probably actually past midnight. Not that he would know or I would care. At my words, he slightly flinched and his poker face began cracking. Yes! I hit the jackpot. Life just got better again.
"It's just... hard for me to be awa from her," he mumbled under his breath. It don't know if he realized it or not yet, but I was standing less than a foot away. I could here everything he said, but I was careful with my next words. "Stalker." It was just a quiet mutter, and even I barely heard it. I only knew what I said cause well... I said it. Yet, he winced. Oh well, better hear it than not! He opened his mouth and paused, probably thinking of what to say. Eh, why would I care what he said? Say it and let me get on with my own life, I mentally yelled. "Skylaar, do you know the stories about imprinting?" His voice was slow and careful. Was he serious? They told the stories all around school, no one listened to them. They're pieces of shit, passed down from generation to generation, and they're so pointless.
Even so, I nodded, just to get him finished and moved on. "Kim won't shut up about it." Without another word, I stepped back and tried to shut the door. His hand caught it at the last moment and creaked it open a bit so he could at least see my face. Oh chocolate. "Do you understand now?" His voice kind of waved at the end, if you know waht I mean. It was kind of like do-you-know-what-I-am-saying-loser? Uh, yes-I-do-Jared-yes-I-do! I groaned, really loud, just to piss him off. "Oh, shit. Don't say you imprinted on me, please!" He was taken back by the language, and would probably tell my parents later. Fucktard. It was worth it though. Lucky for me, Satan still needed my handy-dandy evil plots. With a quick eye roll he sighed, "Of course not." Yes! Lucky break! "Good. Then go." "Skylaar, I imprinted on Ki-" I slammed the door without hearing the rest. I didn't need to.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3 weeks later
The doorbell chimed and before the 2nd bell even finished, Kim sprinted for it like it held treasures of, I don't know, Morocco. She unlocked the lock and opened the door-and who would'be known! Guess who it was. Jared. Again. That's like the 4th time this day. Day! Satan help me now. "Jared," she murmured breathlessly. Oh what is it now? Did he suddenly sprout wings and become and angel? I said it more like a curse word. I looked up from my laptop and glared at them, although it didn't work that well, they weren't really looking back. They stood their for a moment, locked in each other's gaze. Oh... chocolate. I groaned, just to get them to stop staring. She turned for a moment with a sweet smile and mouthed "Rule Number 1". Translation: Don't fucking interupt me when I'm having a moment! Um yeah, I'm not allowed to speak, groan, cough, sneeze, laugh, or make any sudden movement. When was I so limited in my own home?
Jared stepped in and looked up the stairs, opposite of where I was actually sitting. My improved hearing let me hear his whisper to Kim, "Is your sister here?" I quietly sighed and rolled my eyes, just for him. Same thing, all the time. Kim looked down and nodded, knowing what he would suggest. He asked if she would like to try a nice restaurant up in Forks. I don't care what she says anymore, "Jeez! Get a cell phone! Example." I whipped mine from my pocket and speed dialed Kristin. "Hi Kris," I annouced, loud enough for them to hear. They simply rolled their eyes and ignored me. The couple walked out the door and just left. Great. "They're doin it again." I said, straight to the point. Kris is awesome. She understood immediately. "They're going up to Forks?" When do they not? "Yeah." She laughed, ah yes, my evil twin sister. "Excellent. I'll bring Griffin."
Ugh. Being around imprinted people all the time, really starts to get on someone's nerves. Kristin, unlike me, lived up in Forks. Oh, I wish I were her so badly. I could stand being around Griffin, but Jared is a complete asshole. I'd give anything to live in Forks, away from him. Anyway, Kristin came down to visit me awhile ago when we ran into the werewolf gang. Of course, I must've done something in my past life cause Griffin just had to imprint on her. Like everyone else, they never looked away from each other. It's like their one person, ugh. The good thing is though, he has a cell phone. Plus he's not a stalker. I think. When I hung up with Kristin I hopped off the couch. It was time.
