Leah's POV
"Time
for dinner!" My mom shouted upstairs.
"Just a minute!" I
shouted back, noticing how she didn't say my name. I noticed this
because she NEVER says my name anymore. No one does!
I laid on my
bed to think. My mom doesn't specify that she's talking to me
even though I know she is. Sam calls me Lee-Lee. God how I hated that
nickname. I think he does it just to put me through hell.
I rolled
over to my side. The pack calls me 'Her royal meanness.' They do
it every time they talk to me. Every time they even refer to
me.
"Dinner's getting cold!" Mom called up again.
"Coming!"
I yelled back down to her before sighing and slumping downstairs to
the kitchen where I knew that the pack waited. Yes, the pack is
having dinner with us, it's nothing new anymore. They come over at
least three times a week for dinner now.
I took my place at the
newly lengthened table. As I was expecting, everyone else was already
there.
"Took you long enough your royal meanness!" Quil
complained, taking a bite of his chicken.
"Yeah, what took you
so long, Lee-Lee?" Sam asked raising his eyebrows at me, taking a
bite f his mashed potatoes.
I flinched at my old nickname. Like I
said. I think he calls me that because he knows I'll hurt for a
whole other week.
"I was typing on my computer. Got a problem
with that?" I snapped.
"Whoo, is her meanness
in a bit of a mood today?" Embery shot back at me, smirking.
"No."
I muttered, "You're just all idiots who need to keep your
comments to yourselves."
"Leah, can you please pass the
potatoes?" I jumped at the sound of my name, and looked up.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I said, 'Leah, can you
please pass the potatoes?'" Jacob repeated.
I nodded, passing
them. I was still in shock. He called me Leah. JACOB called me Leah.
Jacob of all people. Then I realized that, through all the fun poked
at me by the pack, Jacob never joined them in laughing at me and
calling me names. Sure he made fun sometimes, but for some reason it
was ok when he did it.
"Lee-Lee? Lee-Lee, you're not scooping
anything up!" Sam smirked at me.
I realized I had been trying to
scoop something for at least two minutes now, and nothing was
there.
"Oh, yeah…." I trailed off.
"Are you ok?" Mom
asked, looking at me with worry.
"Yep, just thinking really
hard………."I trailed off again. I could someone looking at me.
I looked up. Sam, Embry, Quil, Seth, Paul, and the rest of the pack
were eating, along with my Mom. My eyes swiveled as I felt the
feeling getting stronger. I saw Jacob looking at me, his brows
furrowed.
Then, gradually, he looked back down at his plate and
started eating again. I sighed inwardly.
After dinner, I had to
run patrol with one of the others. I ran outside and phased quickly
after removing my clothes from the cover of a bush.
'I wonder
hoe Bella's doing…' I was running patrol with Jacob.
I
sighed. I wish I knew why he was the only one who didn't make fun
of me. He out of the pack, did seem to hate me the most. And what was
up with him looking at me like that at dinner anyway?
I growled
at myself, and felt an surge of depression as my thoughts turned to
Sam and Emily.
Why did Sam have to imprint? Why? And with my
cousin. Life is SO unfair. It seems like it saves all it's bad
energy for me!
It started raining. Perfect I thought. Just
Perfect. I slowed my run to a trot. I don't want to feel the pain.
I thought. I want to die.
With that thought, I quickly phased
human. I found the hiding place where I'd hid my clothes. (I was
back to where I'd started) I put them on and fished around in the
backpack I'd hidden with my clothes until I found a silver pocket
knife.
I raised it to my throat and pushed, it brought pain and
some blood, but I kept going.
Suddenly, a black flash zoomed into
my hiding spot. It was Jacob. He phased human.
"WHAT THE HECK
ARE YOU DOING?!" He screamed, snatching the knife from my hands.
"I
don't want to feel the pain anymore." I cried. No I mean, I was
LITERALLY crying.
He picked up my backpack and fished out a first
aid kit. He opened it up and started putting band-aids on my throat.
His jaw was clenched so tight that if he clenched it any tighter, it
would most defiantly get stuck.
"I'm sorry…." I managed
to get out brokenly.
He shifted his eyes till he was looking into
mine. "What were you thinking?" He whispered.
"You know what
I was thinking." I said, half hysterically.
"Why were you
thinking it?" He specified, still whispering.
"I wanted the
pain to stop." I muttered quietly.
"You're an idiot, you
know that?"
"Yeah…… I'm…sorry."
"I call you
Leah because it's your name, and I like it." He said.
"What?"
"You asked that in your head. You asked why I called you
Leah."
"Oh. That's why you call me Leah? Wouldn't you have
more fun, well, making fun of me?" I asked.
"No." He
answered.
I nodded.
The next morning I left for school
with a bandage on my throat, and a good feeling in the pit of my
stomach.
I spotted the pack standing under a tree in the school
courtyard. I ran over to them.
"Hi guys!" I called
cheerfully.
They looked at me in shock. "In a good mood today
your meanness?" Asked Quil, nudging Embry.
I felt the smile
slide from my face. "That's not fair." Jacob said, "It's
not a good thing to call her names. Where are we? Kindergarten?"
Quil looked down at his shoes. "So quit. Making. Fun. Of. Her."
Jacob hissed through gritted teeth.
"Look, sorry Lee-Lee." Sam
apologized.
"Sam. Can't you tell she doesn't like you
calling her that?!" Jacob asked in exasperation.
How would you
know?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Because she flinches
every time you call her that." He answered simply.
"Fine. Come
on guys." Sam said, excepting his defeat disgracefully.
As they
left I said, "Thanks Jacob."
"It's no problem Leah." He
said winking at me. "It's no problem at all."
