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I woke up in my bed, just in my underwear. My hand still held the cloth up to my thigh.
I sat up, flinching as a sting shot up my leg. I pulled the cloth up and saw that it was turning into a scab that would soon turn into a scar. It would match all the other ones that scattered my skin. My battle wounds.
There was a knock at the door and I quickly pulled the covers back over my body before Mom popped her head through the doorway.
"We're getting going early. Be sure to be ready," she said in a tired voice.
I could see through the doorway she already had on a maroon skirt with a white blouse and, as usual, stilettos.
I nodded my head and I heard her heels click away from my door and go next door to Nathan's room.
I pulled the covers off of me once again and went into my bathroom to shower.
I let the water turn to a scalding out temperature before I slipped in. I lathered the Aussie shampoo through my hair and conditioned it. After a while, I just let the water run down my back. I relaxed my head against the shower wall, but of course, mother had to ruin it by pounding on the door telling me to hurry up.
I didn't answer, only obeying and got out and dried my hair. I had to straighten it once I was done or Mom would have a cow over that too.
I put on a coral dress and put on some shoes praying to God Mom wouldn't find something less than perfect about it. I added some bangles and a purse to match just to be sure. I wouldn't want to "disappoint" her again.
I went back down the steps and passed Nathan on the way.
"Wrong colored shirt apparently," he mumbled to me.
I looked down at his dark blue shirt, no wrinkles. Of course Mom would find something wrong with it.
I came down the steps and she looked like she was about to say something about my clothes, but Dad saved me.
"Scarlett," he chastised as he jigging the car keys in his hand.
She shot him a look and turned back to me. She pursed her lips at me and turned on her heels going towards the door to the garage.
Nathan came down the steps at the same time as she slammed the door shut behind her.
Dad took in a deep breath, "Let's go."
"So why are we going all the way to La Push," Dad asked as he steered around some curvy bends.
"I told you this many times, Luke," Mom grumbled irritated, "A man who is maybe wanting to do business with us lives in Forks, but spends a lot of time in La Push. John told me that he's a fisherman and if we have to drive this far, then so be it. This will be a lot of money for the company and if we screw up, it will be a big loss. So be on your best behavior."
Mom looked back at me on the last part like I was the biggest trouble maker in the world. She should see the kids in my high school…
We soon arrived at the beach called First Beach.
It looked like any other beach I visited in Washington. Gray, cold water and a gray sky to match. Except, most of the time the beaches are empty because nobody was willing to swim in the water that could give you hypothermia. Around twenty people moseyed around in their business suits looking absolutely out of place.
The women looked down at their heels and look very unhappy about their choice of shoes. I was happy I didn't have heels on.
There was another group off to the side though. They looked more suited for the area though, shirtless men played soccer in the sand and it wasn't weather to go shirtless in.
I even pulled the denim jacket tighter around me as a breeze swept over the beach, but they still all laughed and cheered as someone made a goal in there, I suppose is their goal posts, some pieces of driftwood.
Mom clicked her tongue at them in distaste as two of them roared at each other before they jumped up and clashed their chest together. I tried to hold back a smile as I saw a few other business goers look over at them with matching faces as Mom.
Mom spotted John and immediately made a bee line for him, making sure to pull her feet up higher than usual to avoid getting stuck.
"Scarlett! Luke! Thank you for coming! I would like to introduce you to Jeremy, if I could find him," he squinted his eyes and looked around the people. A smirk formed on his boyish face and pulled Mom towards a man with bright red hair.
We all followed John as he pulled Mom through the crowd like a couple of lost puppies.
"Jeremy, this is Scarlett and her husband, Luke. This is her two kids-"
"Alexia," I said trying to smile politely because John has always forgotten our names and I didn't want to make him look like a terrible idiot, but I didn't do it right by the fire blazing in Mom's blue eyes directed right at me. If looks could kill…
"Nathan," Nathan said in the silence that was quickly becoming awkward.
He held out a hand and shook Jeremy's hand and he did it the right way because Mom didn't give him any looks. She shone her perfect white teeth at Jeremy as him and Nathan made a polite exchange.
"So what do you do as a job, Luke," asked Jeremy as he took a sip of whatever alcoholic beverage his clear cup held.
"I work at a hospital in Olympia most of the time, but go around to other hospitals if needed," Dad replied running a hand through his brown hair, a nervous habit and I bet you anything it has to do with Mom telling him to keep his cell phone in the car.
"Great! So Scarlett, I heard about the company and my small business is wanting a deal, but John here," he clapped a hand on the stubby man's shoulder, " said he would like to get you involved. So when do you think we discuss more about this."
"Right now if you wanted me to, sir," Mom nodded her head excitedly and brushed off her perfect skirt.
"That would be wonderful! Luke join us if you would like," Jeremy nodded his head encouragingly at Dad.
"Of course, I like listing in on Scarlett and her job," he laughed.
"You two be good," Mom pointed a warning glare at us, but lasted mostly on me.
I nodded my head and Nathan promised her he would keep me out of trouble.
They walked away, melting in with the rest of the people.
"This is so boring," Nathan groaned digging in his dress shoes into the sand. All I could think about is if Mom saw him doing that.
"Tell me about it," I complained with him.
We walked in silence for a while, skirting around the edges of the party.
"Mom really gets onto you, doesn't she," Nathan asked looking out towards the ocean.
"You just now noticed? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You're busy with baseball and studying so much I hardly ever see you. Oh, and don't forget about Arianna," I mumbled and looked down at my tan shoes as they kicked the sand up in a small dirt devil with each step.
He laughed, but it was a bitter laugh, "Yeah, Arianna isn't the greatest, but if it makes Mom happy that I'm dating her then I'm going along with it." He ran a hand through his exact ordinary brown hair as mine, the gesture reminding me of Dad.
He kicked at a rock in the sand with a little more force than necessary and sent it flying into the water.
I smiled, thinking that maybe he was picturing his chesty blond haired beauty as the rock. By his devious smile, I think he was.
I felt something hit my leg and I looked down at the soccer ball as it steadied itself between my feet.
"Nice one," I heard a loud bellowing voice as one of the shirtless guys came running up to me.
"Sorry about that," he muttered as I bent down to pick it up.
I stood up, straightening my dress, hoping that I didn't flash anybody because that would insure Mom to have a heart attack.
"It's alright," I said looking up at the man with devastating beautiful grey eyes.
I stopped as my hands held the ball straight out to him. He had a look upon his face that sent my heart racing and thought I was the going to have the heart attack. His hair wasn't long, but it wasn't short either. Just perfect. He had an air about him that seemed like he was just an immature teenager, but his body told a different story… I really couldn't think of any coherent sentences and forget about talking. His intense stare didn't help either. I just hoped my jaw wasn't dropped like how I thought.
"Come on let's go! I still have to kick your ass," another guy came jogging up to us that seemed to be almost like Paul, but they definitely were different than one another.
He seemed to snap out of it and glared at the guy over his shoulder before turning back to me, glare totally gone. His face softened back up as he looked over at me a small smile, turning into a huge grin, planted on his face.
The ball dropped out of my hand as his large russet hand shot out like a rocket towards me, "Hi, I'm Paul."
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