A/N: Thank you so much for the first chapter reviews!
Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it!
~Seth~
In the car on the way to Port Angeles High School to get Paul to his boo…fun! But I'm driving Rhonda! That's always a bonus.
…What's that crunching sound?
"Okay, that is IT! Out, out, out, OUTOUTOUTOUT!" I yelled at Paul. What the hell? Just when Paul was starting to get decent, he just has to break out the chips. Cheese doodles no less. The "easy snack to go" that makes stains that are not so easy to get out.
What is this man thinking? What if they get on the black leather interior? It will take hours to get the stain out! What if it doesn't get out? Will there be a cheesy orange stain on my seat forever? There would be a permanent blemish on my flawless black leather seat forever. I don't want my car looking like Halloween year round!
"Seth, they're just cheese doodles," Paul said. "Focus on the road. You look like you're about to start hyperventilating."
"Can you blame me?" I screeched in a voice so high pitched I didn't even know I could produce with my testosterone filled body. I was trying to concentrate on my breathing. Inhale, then exhale. Breathe in, and then breathe out. Maybe he was right about the whole hyperventilating thing.
I just need to relax.
"Besides, it's real easy to wash stains out of leather. I'll get this one out when we get off," Paul pointed to the small, inconspicuous little smudge on the side of his seat. "All we need is a bit of water."
So much for that as well.
"All we need is a bit of water? ALL WE NEED IS A BIT OF WATER?!" I asked, or screamed, at the top of my lungs.
The small smudge seemed to grow the more time I stared at it. The smudge seemed to have grown from a centimeter long so covering half the seat.
I think I just snapped.
"Paul! I just- I don't- I just can't- I just- THAT'S NOT EVEN ENGLISH TO ME!" I shrieked. Was anything I just said even coherent? Did any of that make any sense? Apparently not to Paul, he's staring at me like I just sprouted fangs and an un-quenching thirst for blood.
"Wow. I wish I could have filmed that and put it on YouTube just so you could hear what you just sounded like. It would have gone under 'werewolf freak-out,'" Paul said. "But seriously Seth, keep your eyes on the road. We might get into a crash and I don't think that 'werewolf hormones' are valid excuses for the P-O."
"I can't help it! You're just so aggravating! It's like you're me and I'm you! How am I supposed to react to you breaking the one rule I gave you? I am sorry if I have ever been this annoying. I am sorry for that time I put laxatives in those brownies the night of your one year anniversary with Rachel-," I began to say.
"THAT WAS YOU?!" Paul screamed. Okay. Now he's mad. Maybe I shouldn't have told him this while we're confined in a small space. "I CAN'T believe that was you! It was supposed to be the most romantic night of Rachel's life, but I kept going to the little wolf room every 10 minutes because I couldn't stop crapping!"
"That's a lot of info Paul," I began.
"I DON'T CARE! YOU DESERVED TO HEAR THAT!" Paul yelled. I guess it was his turn to scream. Damn! You know it's really hard to concentrate when a huge scary guy is yelling in your ear right next to you.
"Paul I seriously can't concentrate. Please calm down. You're going to phase and no one wants that," I said.
"I'm trying," Paul gritted through his teeth. This must be pretty hard for him. You know, managing his anger and all that. Rachel made him take 6 months of anger management. She said she doesn't want Paul flipping out on her college friends when they mention her crazy dorm parties or "loose" style of life before she met Paul.
That comment alone almost made Paul phase.
"Okay how about a deal? I'm sorry for putting laxatives in your brownies. You're sorry for permanently blemishing my flawless car. Even though I think mine is worse, I will settle for a simple 'we're even,'" I said. I hope Paul is going to let it drop.
"OR how about I tell you that last night Collin was crazy drunk and pissed on your car?" Paul asked with an innocent smile.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" I screamed. How could he?! That stupid, conniving, immature, juvenile, insensitive BRAT! Are those enough adjectives for you?
"OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I am going to make him regret this," I began to say. I'm furious! Once I get my hands on him I'm gonna-
"HOLY CRAP! Watch that car!" Paul screeched as I realized what was going on. Why is that car in the la-
Crap.
~Sully~
I should have gone to law school.
~Jaci~
Okay. Set the R for reverse, and then step on the gas to go back. I can do this. I can so do this.
"Today please," Mr. Sully mumbled under his breath.
"Hey Mr. Sully. Just because you say it quietly, it doesn't mean that I can't hear you," I snapped. I'm just slightly on edge when I drive.
"Well someone is snippy today," Mr. Sully said with a haughty tone.
"Well that someone wouldn't be if someone else would just shut up and let the original someone do what they had to do and then leave," I said through my grinding teeth.
…Okay maybe a lot on edge.
I turned around to steer the car out of the miniscule parking space. Step on the gas just a little… now turn… now more gas…
Yes! I got it! I was out!
"Okay now we're going to drive around the town for a bit. Take a left here, then a right, and then go wherever your heart desires," Mr. Sully said with a sigh.
What a tool.
"Okay. Taking the first left now," I said to myself as I rounded the first intersection onto what will be the longest drive of my life. I went left and found myself on the main road of Port Angeles. From here I could go to the movie theater or grab a bite at McDonald's. I went straight for a bit seeing the best book store in Port Angeles, and then took a left to where Mr. Sully had told me. We went onto the expressway which led right through to Forks, and later on LaPush.
I'm beginning to feel the effects of my lack of sleep from last night. Can you blame me? I was freaking out about this all night. I guess I should have gotten at least three more hours of sleep.
I just need something to keep me awake.
"DON'T SWERVE! You cannot swerve on the road. Do you want to hit someone? Keep your eyes on the road. Do. Not. Swerve!" Mr. Sully nagged.
I guess that can work.
"I won't swerve," I sneered. I really hate that word. He overuses it. "I just got slightly distracted. That other car had Christmas decorations. Who has Christmas decorations in August?" I started to laugh. That was really funny. I really crack myself up sometimes.
"Yes, yes, of course. Just don't swerve," Mr. Sully said. Wow way to shoot me down.
Kill joy.
What the hell is that other car doing? It looks like the person who's driving it is drunk. Don't they know to drink and drive? What the hell. You're not supposed to drink and drive. People die like that.
People that don't deserve to die yet. Not like that.
"What are those idiots doing?" Mr. Sully asked. At least I wasn't the only one who noticed.
"I have no idea. But they look like they're on crack. They probably are too," I said. I can't help but admit that I'm sort of fearing for my life. These guys are maniacs. They could kill us!
"They're pretty far away. It's not that they're swerving or anything. It's just that they're on the middle of both roads- oh my god. They're swerving. They're swerving! They're getting closer! What do we do?!" Mr. Sully panicked.
"How am I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! STUDENT DRIVER! HELLO!" I exclaimed. Oh my god. We're gonna die. We're gonna die. We're not gonna live.
We will die here.
"Swerve! Swerve around the car!" Mr. Sully said.
"Didn't you just tell me not to swerve?" I asked. Why do grown men always have to contradict themselves?
"Well I'm telling you to swerve now! SWERVE!" He exclaimed.
I began to move the car from the left lane to the right lane as quickly as I could. I tried to go to the opposite direction that the inebriated drivers were going.
The car is officially ten feet away. I can see what model it is, (whoa, is that seriously a Mercedes Guardian?) the people inside of the car, (okay, they're pretty hot. It's a shame they do cocaine) and even what they're doing (someone is mad).
I can't get away from them! They're too- CRAP!
Houston we have a problem.
A/N: I appreciate reviews! They're like my heroin! Screw Edward and Bella! You're my heroin!!!
