Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Myers. These are not my characters.
Angela's POV
War, huh yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, oh hoh, oh
War huh yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it again y'all
War, huh good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
I match my breathing with the rhythm of the song as I jog over logs and avoid tree branches. This song is my nonsexual lady jam. Great for exercising and dancing.
Oh, war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tear to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives
Leap over a log.
Wiggle my hips.
Punch the air as I begin running up a hill that would lead me to the Black residence.
I said
War, huh good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, just say it again
War whoa Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
I wipe sweat off my face, feeling the burn in my legs. Why is this damn hill so high!? Shoulda stuck with the beach. Though the last time I was down there with Isabella stung her ankle by stepping on a baby medusozoa.
Now the ways to numb the sting of a medusozoa and avoid infection is to
A. Use rubbing alcohol
B. Apply ammonia
C. Use vinegar
D. Someone has to pee on you.
Now Isabella and I are pretty smart for 17 year olds. Unfortunately neither of us thought to bring rubbing alcohol, ammonia, or vinegar on our expedition to the beach.
Isabella tried option D. on her own but she's a chick.
She can't aim worth a damn and she couldn't quite get the angle where the sting was.
And then she ran outta pee.
Me being the good friend that I am… also a chick… I couldn't just stand by and watch my best friend suffer… Right?
So…
She and I made a pinky swear to never mention to anyone what we did together on the beach that fateful day.
War, huh good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing.
Gah this hill is never ending!
I feel like a worm.
Bella's POV
"Bella your friend runs like the tooth fairy with a stick up her ass." Embry said walking into the garage, adjusting his shorts. He was coming back in from patrol.
"More like a dick up her ass. And she's enjoy-"
WHACK
"Hey!" Quil rubbing his noggin as Leah walks past, scowling down at him. She takes a seat beside me.
"She does run like she's on ecstasy Bella. I thought you were going to teach how to run like a normal white chick rather than a white fucktard."
Jake snorts as he leans over the engine of my truck.
"Bella, teaching anyone how to run? She's lucky to not trip where she's sitting."
"Come on I'm not that bad." I protest, crossing my arms over my chest.
Jake smirked, his dark eyes glinting. "Lean over with your arms crossed and I'll believe you."
I glance down. My crossed arms are pushing my boobs up rather nicely. Leaning over and I'd be spilling out.
I flip him the bird and turn back to Leah.
"I can't help that Angela's run is a little bit… unorthodox."
Leah snorts, lighting a cigarette.
I can't blame the guys for commenting on Angela's running skills.
Fact is she has none.
Her knees are close together and her feet stick out in weird angles when she moves. Kinda like she has to pee… Ok moving on. Her hips swish from side to side like she's doing the rumba and her arms are flapping up and down like she's doing the funky chicken.
I think she's like that because she's trying to dance to her music as she jogs around La Push. She's never liked running in Forks for some reason.
Quil reaches over and snags Leah's cigarette, effectively blowing smoke in her face.
"So rumor has it that you've been dying to make sweet love to me and my glorious cock."
"Really?" Leah snatches her cigarette back, breathing smoke out in one long breath. "Last time I came around you were underneath Sam like the little bitch that you are with his cock up your ass." She smirks. "And you were enjoying it."
"Bells pass me my hammer will ya?"
YES!
I am glad for any excuse to stand. Anything to avoid listening to Quil and Leah's conversation.
Jake seems to be tuning the two of them out with ease. Embry sits beside Quil, shaking his head and smiling in his shy way.
Jake straightens his back with a crack as I walk up to his side. He pushes his chin length black hair away from his face, effectively slicking it behind his ears. At my pleading he is finally growing his hair out again.
Jake had certainly grown once he began phasing. At my 5"6 his 6"7 easily towers over me.
He rests an arm over my shoulder, leaning down and nuzzling my cheek. "You got that hammer for me babe?"
I feel myself blush as I hand it over to him.
"Thanks." He wraps an arm around my waist and I snuggle into his side, enjoying the heat radiating off his body.
BAM!
I jump in surprise as he takes a swing at my truck.
"Easy there! My baby can't take that kind of beating!" I cry, attempting to block my truck with my body.
The three Quileute wolves glance over at me. It was rare for me to raise my voice.
I could hear Jake chuckling as his hands ran down my back before he easily scooped me off my truck.
"Easy Bells. I do it to my TV all the time. Works like a charm."
"If you like your shows coloured green and purple." Embry mutters.
I feel Jake's hot breath on my neck, his lips kissing my bare skin. I know he can hear my heart rate quickening.
"Nothing like a good beating to get things rolling. Don't you think?" Jake murmurs, his lips against my ear and my butt pressed against his crotch. I tilt my head to the side, exposing my neck, sighing.
On the grounds of Jake being incredibly sexy and I'm a horny teenager, I have decided to forgive him for abusing my lovely truck. Which if we all are honest with ourselves is a piece of shit.
"Bet she likes a good beating in the sack." Quil smirks.
WHACK
"Ow!"
"Thank you Leah."
"My pleasure Bella." Leah blows more smoke before her head rises. "I think Angela's coming up over the hill."
Embry's nostrils flare before agreeing. "Closing in fast."
10 seconds later my best friend enters Jake's garage, her arms flapping and knees all but buckling. Strands of her dark hair are plastered to her sweaty face and her white tank top is drenched. She pushes up her glasses and throws a shy smile at me as she sucks in air. She ducks her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Hi everyone." She rasps in a soft voice.
First chapter. This is rated M as I am paranoid and I do not know if this story would be appropriate for 13 year olds. I secretly believe that they'll read it if they want to but rules are rules.
Please review and let me know what you think.
Cheers.
