Chapter 1

Author's Note: So this is my new story that just came to me and was begging to be written...

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"That Was Cruel"

"You can't leave me!" Bayleigh yelled at me as she grabbed the shirt I just put in my suitcase back on my bed.

"Sorry, but I just got offered my dream job," I said as I grabbed the shirt Bayleigh put on my bed.

"What the hell can possibly be in La Push that is so much better than New York City? I mean New York has everything, La Push has trees. Which do you want, everything or trees?" She said. I rolled my eyes and continued packing as if she wasn't there.

"I have to go, unlike you I want to stop depending on my parents. I'm 23 years old. It's time to grow up. And as if I haven't told you a hundred times, but I have always wanted to teach in a smaller community and well La Push is perfect," I said with a smug smile.

"Damn you Jenna! We have been best friends since 5th grade, you can't just fuck this up now," she said using her whining voice.

"Talk about being selfish. You want me to give up my dream job because you would rather just be a lazy ass and live off your rich parents. Some best friend you are," I said. I found out a month ago that La Push needed an English teacher. I had just finished my student teaching at the biggest school ever, and I promised myself I would not go through that again. Of course my parents helped me find this job, but they were ecstatic that I was trying to grow up.

"Well fine then, but I am throwing you a going away party," Bayleigh said as she started folding my clothes that were piled mile high on my bed.

"Like I have a choice. I'm just giving you the excuse you need to have an awesome party."

"This is true," she said with a smile.

Bayleigh went into a rant about everything that was going to be needed for the party and I tuned her out. I planned on leaving for the La Push by Friday, giving me 4 days to pack. It was strange that I would start teaching in the middle of the first semester, but the school said they needed me as soon as possible. All the emotions that I was feeling were starting to become overwhelming. I was happy that I was finally leaving, mad that Bayleigh was being such a bitch about everything, scared out of mind that I was actually going to be teaching, and at the same time sad that I was leaving my friends and family and going off into the unknown.

"Hellloo Jenna, are you even listening to me?" Bayleigh asked as she waved her hand in front of my face.

"To be perfectly honest, no I wasn't," I said with a sheepish grin. She rolled her eyes and slapped my arm.

"I asked if you and Tim are going to do a long distance relationship or is it over once you leave."

I took a deep breath. Tim was my boyfriend of 4 years, and although I did love him something about him was pushing me away. Every time we would try to go the next level in our relationship he would make sure we took two steps back.

"Seeing that Tim has problems with serious relationships, I would have to say it will be the latter," I said.

"Perfect that means the party is going to be full of hot guys," she said with a wide grin.

"Bay, I am moving, which means that I do not need to find anyone in New York. Do you understand, or would you like me to rephrase that?" I said acting like I was talking to a child.

"Har Har, you are funny. No I am serious. A little fun before you leave won't kill you," she said.

"Don't you have things to organize or something, like for the party?" I asked and she rolled her eyes, but got off the bed. She walked up to me and pulled me into a tight hug.

"I really am going to miss my Jen," she said once she pulled away. I smiled at her and nodded. "Well since you are leaving Friday how about the party be Thursday at my place, since you will have an almost empty apartment?" she asked.

"Sounds terrific, now could you please leave so I can finally get something done?" I said.

"Fine, I am leaving," she said as she walked out the door.

I went back to my closet and grabbed more clothes to put on my already covered bed.

"Damn, I really should stop shopping," I said to myself. What can I say, shopping was my guilty pleasure. My parents were never around when I was a teenager, and they had plenty of money, so Bay and I would shop all the time. We would always try to never wear the same outfit twice. It's not like we would waste the clothes, because once we wore them we would always give them to the needy. As a teenager I will admit that I was a snobby bitch, but the more years I tack on, the more I grow out of that.

I snapped out of my day dream when I heard my phone ringing. I ran around my apartment like a chicken with its head cut off trying to find it. Once I found it, I looked at the caller id and it was only Tim calling.

"Hello?" I said.

"So, you're leaving Friday," he said.

"Yeah," I said back. This was really awkward. In the back of my mind I was hoping he would just break up with me right now so I didn't have to do it.

"Well, see about you and me, I don't think it's going to work with all that distance between us," he said in a rush of words.

"Ok, well I have a lot to do, so bye," I said then hung up not waiting for a response. It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would when he broke up with me. At least I wasn't going to be a typical girl about everything and cry and eat ice-cream to solve my problems.

I continued packing the rest of the day, but somehow my bed would never clear off, so I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

The next few days leading up to the party went by very quickly. Before I knew it, Bayleigh was pulling me into her bathroom and throwing make up on me. After she was done she threw me what I assumed was what she wanted me to wear. It was a pink cocktail dress, heart shaped around the bust, black band around the waist, and a shiny vertical stripe pattern. Also, she handed me a pair of pink heels, black earrings, a pink necklace, and also a black clutch.

"I couldn't help but notice that there were no decorations in your apartment," I said as Bayleigh was putting on her black heels.

"Change of plans, we instead are going to a club," she said with a wide grin.

"This was kinda my opportunity to say goodbye to everyone, and I don't think my parents will come to a club."

"Well you are wrong. They are probably waiting for you there. They said they wouldn't miss your going away party no matter what," she said as she grabbed two coats from her closet.

It felt like to seconds later we were pulling up and walking into Element like we owned the place.

The place was packed. The dance floor had so many people crammed there they had to be over capacity. Bayleigh grabbed my arm and pulled me to the VIP section, where I was greeted by my friends and parents.

"Let's go dance Jenna!" Bayleigh yelled in my ear. I just laughed and followed her to the dance floor. We were dancing like idiots, but we didn't care. We were having too much fun to notice all the looks we were bound to be getting. After about 3 songs, Bay said she wanted a drink, so I walked to the bar with her.

"I have to pee, be right back," Bay said to me once we were at the bar. I was watching her walk away as I notice someone come stand next to me. I looked over and saw a tall somewhat tan guy looking at me.

"Nice legs, when do they open?" He said trying to sound seductive. Oh no, that's not okay in Jenna land.

"Nice mouth, when does it close?" I asked back sarcastically.

"Oh come on, don't be like that. I know how to please a woman," he said.

"Well please leave me alone," I said as I started to look for Bay.

"Whatever, be like that," he said as he walked off. Phew, at least I got out of that one not being raped.

"JENNA!" Bay screamed at me. "I got us a booth, let's go."

I followed her and told her about Mr. Flirt I just met.

"I told you have a little fun before you leave," she said after I finished my story. I was about to say something along the lines of how I am leaving tomorrow or how STDs were not fun but was interrupted by a short man walking over to us.

"Hey Beautiful, how would you like me to take you to dinner sometime," he said. What was with men tonight and thinking I would ever go out with any of them? Sure I got hit on a lot, but never twice in like five minutes.

"Sorry, I'm anorexic," I said trying to sound serious. On top of being hit on, these guys had the worst pick up lines ever.

"Well," the man said clearly looking uncomfortable. "How about a drink then?"

"I would rather just have the cash," I said as Bayleigh started choking on whatever she was drinking.

"It looks like someone is playing hard to get," the creepy man said.

"No, more like impossible to get," I said hoping this would make him leave. And without another word he turned around and walked away from the booth.

"That was cruel," Bayleigh said through her laughter.

"Look, I should go home," I said.

"What? Why?"

"1 I can't drink, 2 I have like a two day drive ahead of me, and 3 I hate getting hit on," I said as I started to get out of the booth to look for my parents.

"Are you leaving honey?" My mom said once I found her in the VIP lounge.

"Yes, I need sleep," I said as I went to hug her.

"Well be careful and call when you make it there," she said as she kissed my forehead. She handed me off to my dad and he said a simple goodbye and told me to be careful.

Before I knew it I was back at my apartment, staring at my ceiling feeling anxious for what was awaiting me in the small town of La Push.

Please let me know if I should contiune or not!