Disclaimer: I do NOT own twilight . SM does

This Chapter is based on the song Thats What You Get-Paramore

I drowned out all my sense with,

the sound of its beating.

And that's what you get when you let your heart win,

whoa.

Chapter 2

From Black to Red

Black: TENSED, ANGERED, DREADFUL

"Kick higher mija!" Carlos shouted from behind the kicking bag.

"Im trying daddy. Geez." I replied snarkily, whipping a piece of my auburn hair from my eyes .

We'd do this almost everyday after daddy got off of work. We'd come home, change into our uniforms, and get down to business.

"I do not understand why you insist on teaching her this-" My mother paused, and raised one manicured finger to her chin. "Trash Carlos. You already taught it to your son. She's a girl. She shouldn't be training to kill."

My father laughed, walked over to my mother, and kissed her on her forehead.

" Elizabeth. It isn't trash. It'll come in handy when she starts getting jiggy with the boys."

I raised a neat eyebrow at my father . Jiggy daddy? Really?

"You kids do still say that right?"

"Not since 2001 papi." His face fell.

"But I'll bring it back. Promise." I grinned at him

"Nicole go change. Then wait for me in your room. I've got something important to talk to you about." Elizabeth barked.

"Whatever. Thank you daddy." I kissed his cheek and brushed past my mother.

"Oh my God Nicole! You're gonna use up all the water." My brother shouted before flushing the toilet

"Fucking asshat." I groaned to myself as I shut off the freezing water.

The shower had done me very well

My tense muscles relaxed almost instantly when the steaming water hit my body.

I wrapped a towel around myself and stomped out of my bathroom.

"Nicholas Jamie Mendez!" I shouted from outside my prick of a brother's bedroom. " You open this door right now."

He took his time opening the door and grinned down at my shivering figure.

" Cold? Maybe you should've stayed in the shower for a little while longer. Your shivering. Go put on some clo-"

" The next time you interrupt my showering Nicholas, I promise. I will castrate you."

He doubled over with laughter.

" Right." He started in between bouts of laughter. "My tiny little sister is gonna. Oh my Gawd."

I used all of the force i could muster up and punched him in his gut.

"Fuck, Nicole!" He shouted from his fetal position in the middle of his bedroom.

"That's disgusting. You're my brother. I could never." I grinned sarcastically .

"Get out." He hissed

"Your wish is my command."

My knuckles were red and swollen from punching the six pack of a 6'2 monster I called my brother.

I slowly walked into my room, turned on my Ipod, and blasted Beyonce-Single Ladies from the dock.

"Oh my fucking God!" Nick shouted slamming his door .

I laughed as my mother walked into my room and plopped down onto my bed .

She looked as if she were about to cry . And she never 'plopped' down on anything . Besides my dad . So I knew it was serious.

"You alright?" I spoke over my shoulder as I rifled through my drawers looking for something to wear.

"Nicole. I just can't stand seeing you like this-" She began. " Ever since Chrissy and Drew moved you've been so.. I don't know. Not you."

Not me. Please. If she'd gone through half of what I'd gone through the past month she wouldn't be her either.

I rolled my eyes, but decided to keep my mouth closed. A hand print etched onto my face would not look good with only days left until picture day.

"So, Your father and I decided. Maybe a change of scenery would be good for you. You and Nicholas." She started towards the door.

" We're moving."

I was completely convinced my top lip would never meet my bottom ever again.

"Oh. And baby?" I nodded, mouth still wide open, motioning her to continue.

"I love Beyonce too, but you have got to turn that song off. Its so 2008."

She softly closed the door and i still sat cross-legged on my bed with my mouth still open .

I looked down at my ring which had turned from black to a yellow orangey color

Yellow-Orange: A LITTLE NERVOUS, CONFUSED, BITTERSWEET.

Yeah, the cheap thing was dead right.

The car ride to some place called 'La Push' was eerily quiet.

Turns out Nick knew about the whole lets-pack-up-and-leave-our-whole-lives-behind-cause-Nicole's-in-a-bad-mood plan.

His stupid ass knew the whole time and said nothing. So much for a brother-sister bond.

"Eat something mija. Please." My father pleaded from the front seat of the car.

Nicholas held up a bag of Lays potato chips, but I turned my head to the window.

"Goodness, Nick she doesn't want that junk. How about some salad sweetie?" She turned around and held the tupperware container full of chopped celery, carrot sticks, and cherry tomatoes. Not much of a salad if you ask me.

"Nope." I murmured into my hand.

"Nicole Jayden Mendez. I will not have you die in this car of starvation." Carlos pulled up into the parking lot of an IHOP.

Damn my father and his IHOP trickery.

"Fine." I stated, unbuckling my seatbelt. "I'll eat, but I wont be happy about it."

He laughed and turned his head towards me. "As long as you eat something mija."

After a very filling breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and hash-browns, (No eggs. I hate eggs.) I excused myself from our booth.

"I have to pee." I said quickly before jogging toward the bathroom .

Before I even had time to move out of the way, I'd collided with a big brown thing.

"Watch where your fucking going." The brown thing spat.

I looked up to find that the brown thing was a very gorgeous brown boy.

"Oh, keep your fucking panties on miss. It was an accident." I spat back at him

"Whatever. Move." The brown boy pushed past me.

The people in this town sure are pleasant

.My mood ring turned from yellow-orangey to a fire engine red .

Red: ANGRY, FAZED, INSECURE

Well.. That's weird.

I like this chapter wayyyyy more than the first.

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