Disclaimer: Stephanie Mayer owns the characters, and the song belongs to Rascal Flatts.
Part Two:
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces
Each one is different but they're always the same
They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it
They'll never allow me to change
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong
I'm movin' on
I'm Movin' on, by Rascal Flatts
A couple days after Leah told Sue about her plans to leave LaPush she had gone out to buy a carton of milk. Well, that's what she originally went out to buy. She ended up bringing the carton of milk, a magazine, a bag of barbeque chips, and a quart of rocky road ice cream to the cashier.
The cashier was a girl she used to sit at lunch with named Lauren. Lauren told Leah that she was now engaged to her high school sweet heart and pregnant.
"Well, congratulations," Leah had told Lauren.
She nodded and smiled curiously while scanning the magazine, "Are you and Sam still together?"
Leah picked up her bag and said, "No, we broke up not long after I graduated. He's engaged now."
Laurens eyebrows lifted, "Really? You two seemed perfect together."
Leah started walking away, "Yeah well, things change I guess." More than I could tell you, she thought.
Lauren waved good bye and Leah returned it with a wave of her own.
She walked out of the small grocery store with her bounty that would no doubt add up to a lazy Sunday on her butt in front of the TV. As she neared her jeep she noticed there was someone leaning against the driver's side door. She quickened her pace, preparing to yell at the guy for touching her car. But as she got closer she noticed it was Sam standing there.
She slowed her pace, wanting to put off what he was no doubt about to confront her about.
He leaned there nonchalantly, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and sneakers, hands shoved in his pockets, looking at her intensely. As she neared him he said, "So I was talking to Seth…"
Leah scoffed and moved to the back of the jeep to stow her groceries "More like rummaging around in his head."
Sam shrugged and asked, "Are you really planning on leaving?"
She nodded and closed the trunk, "Yup." She strode closer to him and cursed him silently for standing right in front of the driver's door. She felt like jumping in her car and running him over a couple of times. He was tough, he would heal quick…
"Where are you going to go?"
She shifted her weight to the other foot, concentrating on being as patient as possible. This conversation would be a little shorter if she just answered the questions and left. So she answered truthfully and murmured, "I don't know. I want to go somewhere sunny though. Maybe California-"
He cut her off, "So, you're serious about this?"
She looked him straight in the eye, "Yeah. I'm very serious. I am planning on leaving in two or three days."
He gave her a sympathetic look. "Leah, I know the guys give you a hard time but don't do this. I'm sorry for what I did to you. I do feel bad for that whole situation.'
She growled a little, "Sam, I'm not stupid and neither are you. We both know you don't feel bad, so don't lie."
He didn't answer. In truth, he didn't feel sorry for going with Emily instead of Leah. He only felt sorry that he had to feel guilty for doing it. And he only felt guilty because he had to be in her head every day. He was there because Emily heard what Leah was planning and felt bad for her cousin. Emily wanted Sam to help Leah, and what a imprint wants, an imprint gets.
"I just don't want you to do something you will regret. You'll get twenty miles down that road and come back" Sam said, looking over Leah's shoulder.
Oh, what a saint, she thought. The whole ex-boyfriend takes pity on the ex-girlfriend to save her from herself thing. He didn't believe that she could move on. Suddenly, running Sam over was sounding even better in Leah's mind.
"Actually, I wasn't planning on coming back," she said, trying to keep the scowl off her face but not succeeding.
She tried to step around him but he stepped in her path to the driver's door again. She glared up at him and he looked frustrated now.
"Leah," The strained patients in his voice was really annoying her. "You can't do it."
All her attempts at being even a little respectful went up in flames and she got in his face, hissing dangerously, "You're wrong."
He shook his head sadly, "I know you Leah."
That was it. That was what set her off.
"You think you know me?!" she yelled, "You, think you know me?! You know nothing about me! That's what really gets me about you Sam; you think you know everything about everyone in the pack because you're in their heads all day long. But your so pig headed you deny what everything truly is!
You can't accept things when they change and now you can't accept that maybe I'm moving on with my life! You think you're so wanted. That I wouldn't be able to get over you, like you're the big Alpha and I'm little Leah always panting at your heels!
But I have news for you, Mr. Alpha, because unlike you I take the time to actually think about things instead of jumping to conclusions! I see that you're really at my heels. You don't want to accept it, or think of it, because of your precious imprint, but deep beneath in that thick skull of yours, you still have feelings for me! Because an imprint isn't true love! It's the allusion of it! What we had, that was love at one time and your brain refuses to register it because I don't feel the same way anymore! So how do you feel about that, asshole?!"
When she was done she was out of breath, rage burning in her eyes.
Sam started at her, eyes wide, mouth gaping. She knew he didn't say anything because he knew what she spoke was the truth.
She stood there, her arms starting to shake, for a couple more seconds then shoved him aside. She placed both hands on his left shoulder and pushed hard so he stumbled a little to the right and she could get into her jeep. If he were a normal person it would have sent him flying.
As she pulled out of the parking spot she could see him watching her drive away in the rear view mirror. So she rolled down the window and flipped him off, her middle finger held aloft so he could see clearly.
She felt this was the right message to send Sam on that specific occasion.
So… I'm not sure I'm exactly pleased with Sam and Leah's Argument. Maybe someone could tell me what they think of it? I would love you forever if you do!! :)
