At the Starting Line
Summary
"This is my farewell to second place, of watching her trample your heart by running you back and forth Jacob. Love is not a 'sometimes' thing, it's an undeniable ache. Goodbye." If love were a race, Jacob black would surely be losing.
AN; Two chapters in one day. I do believe we have a miracle!
Oh and if you didn't know; I don't own twilight. Just my own OC's.
To Blair's luck, the red headed menace was headed out of La push, and somewhere past the forks area.
"Maybe she'll chase Bella away so all of the rest of these vampires will leave with her since she's just so attracted to them." She frowned and looked down at her hands on the steering wheel, white knuckles. She immediately let loose and leaned back a little more in her seat and parked her car in the curve of her driveway in front of the entry.
"I need to relax. Get these stupid blood suckers out of my head. Take a bath and go to bed, its getting dark out anyways." She said to herself as she let out a deep breath. She looked around, her mom's car was in the garage, so she was home and her dad would surely be home sooner or later from either a council meeting or the hospital. Either way it was one person closer to having every one home and safe.
Blair looked at the dashboard and noticed she has been sitting in the car for ten minutes. She quickly got out, shut the door and made a dead sprint to the house. She slammed the front door and leaned her back against it and slowly slid down until the hit the floor with a soft thud.
"Rough day?" Her mother said from the living room, she was on the couch most likely going through insurance papers or the file of some poor dead person. Blair's mother owned the morgue that most every one in the Seattle area uses when their loved ones die. It actually came quite convenient when it came to reporting strange deaths to the council.
"Trust me, you have no clue." Blair gasped as she pulled herself up and hung her keys on the key rack. She slowly dragged herself and leaned over the top of the couch and looked over her mother's shoulder as she read.
Her heart sank. The profile of the dead person was one of a student at her school. Claire Vassburg. Not widely known, she was shy but she had a good group of friends. Top of her class.
"How?" She choked.
"It was actually very recent. News hasn't really spread across campus other than her close friends. I have a feeling as to what did it though." She frowned, her worry lines were showing from under her glasses. She of all people understood how out of control these untamed vampires were. Random hikers were one thing to me, but the Valid Victorian? That hit close to home for Blair, mostly because she knew people who were directly effected.
"We think it was the red haired one that always runs away, but you can never be 100% correct unless if you witnessed it." She looked back down at her paper work and started organizing funeral costs and such. "You should be getting to bed, You don't look all to well hun." She looked up at her and pecked her cheek and patted the top of her daughter's head.
Her mind was still frantic, the red head she saw today. She wasn't prepared to tell anyone about her almost encounter. After her last one, she was hell bent on staying clear on anything to have to do with them.
She went up to her room and plopped down on her bed and she instantly heard her phone vibrate.
She grabbed it and slid the unlock bar, noticing three new messages.
"Three messages? Oh my, I'm just so popular." She murmured sarcastically. Unsurprisingly Annmarie had messaged her. Her best friend whom she hadn't had much contact with since the school day ended on Friday. She was spending the weekend in Oregon with her grand parents, hence the reason Blair had been watching movies most of the day.
'Hey stranger! Better be at school when I'm back on Monday, because with this lack of miscommunication, you mind as well have jumped off the face of the earth! XoXo you hermit!
Blair let out a smile at the text, she was so stressed out about this supernatural business she almost forgot about the normal part of her. She un-paused her interrupted movie and finished scrolling through the rest of the messages. One being from Quil, continuing their mindless banter on whatever they were talking about. Most of the time they just take face shots of themselves making ridiculous faces and saying something stupid about it. Poor Quil though, had a frown in the recent image.
Bored, and out of the loop.
Blair frowned at the screen, she didn't like Quil being left out as he was, but it was all in due time that he would too join the pack.
The last one made her blood boil for sure though. The contact name read; Jake.
Dearest Paul is desperate in need of some undergarments. I think this is becoming quite the habit. lol
Paul fucking needs shorts.
No, 'Hi Blair!'
I miss you Blair!
I'm sorry for shunning you after Paul phased because he was in affiliation with Sam who I thought was the root of all evil!
I'm sorry for being obsessed with someone who is apparently madly in love with a blood sucker.
She sent back the automatic response that means "I'm pissed off at you".
''K."
"But of course I'm not going to bring him shorts, for the second time today. I'm going to sit in bed, watch my movies and be mad. Because I do what I want. And tomorrow, I'm going to bring Paul shorts after I sleep in because I'm independent and don't need to worry about stupid Jacob Black and enjoy being a hermit." She whispered right before she dozed off, drifting into a dreamless sleep.
Blair woke up to her cream walls being lit up by the smallest amount of sunshine possible. She looked to her night stand and it was exactly 12:15.
"Damn right I slept in." she laughed and dragged herself to the bathroom to clean herself up.
She put her long brown wavy hair into a ponytail and went downstairs with Paul's backpack on her back, keys in her hand, and was headed to the Black residence.
She pulled up and noted that Bella's truck was there so there was not much hope for getting to genuinely get a hello from Jake.
She went behind the house and to no surprise, Paul was not happy. And somehow she made it just in time to see the drama.
"Oh the joy." She huffed and sat on the hood of her car waiting to see if things got out of control. Not like she could stop it though, Paul normally wins in his temper tantrums.
"Jacob, what have you done?" He demanded. "Why can't you just follow the rules!" His hands went up in the air, "Look where that got Blair!"
Jacob winced at her name.
"Damn right you flinch at my name!" She muttered under her breath. Sam stared at her from over her brother's shoulder, acknowledging her presence.
"What the hell are you thinking here! Is she more important than everything? Than the whole tribe? Than people getting killed!"
"She can help though…" Jacob tried to interject.
"Help! That's rich! The leech-lover is just dying to help us out!" He was shaking by now. Blair slowly stood up.
"Do you really have to talk about her like that!"
She sat back down. He deserved what was coming.
Go Paul.
He was shuddering so bad, you could see a ripple go from the tip of his spine to his legs.
"Paul! Relax for a second!" Sam shouted.
"Come on Paul, get a grip!" Jared stepped up and looked at his best friend in the eyes.
Then Jacob couldn't have been more stupid. He stepped in front of Bella. To protect her.
"Go ahead, protect her!" His lips curled.
"Paul!" Blair started in a sprint, they were so far away though.
He hunched forward and let out a legitimate growl. His silver coat sprouted at immense speed all over his body. Blair was right behind Jacob and running right passed Bella to get to Paul as he phased in mid stride and knocked her to the ground without knowing.
Blair stared at the sky, hearing Bella yell out Jacob's name in the distance, she probably ran after him. Her head ached.
"Idiot," Blair mumbled.
Jared rushed to her side as Sam told him to take them to Emily's.
Blair sat up with his help and got to her feet.
Of course Embry would start laughing.
"You don't see that every day now do you?" He kept laughing and nudged Blair and Jared in the arm.
"Every. Single. Day." Jared and Blair simultaneously groaned.
He laughed harder.
They ended picking up Jake's ruined shoes and Blair grabbed the bag with her brother's clothing that was a good ten feet away thanks to Jacob.
She was really doubting whether she wanted to be associated with his idiocy by now.
"You're not going to faint or anything are you?" Jared looked over at Bella with the shreds of clothes in his hands.
"I don't think so." She gasped.
"You should probably sit down, you don't look too good." Jared frowned.
She then put her head between her knees and probably contemplated whether they were going to live or not.
If I could slap her, I would. Of course they're going to be okay. Their built for this. Blair thought with a grimace.
They ended up going back to Emily's house, separately of course, Blair was not about to let Bella taint her beloved Jeep.
On the short ride there she couldn't concentrate, almost going on the wrong side of the road and hitting someone.
But when Blair finally got there, she parked behind the rest as they ran inside, and couldn't help but notice Bella stare.
She hung Paul's bag in the inner part of the woods for him to find and went into the soon to be Uley house hold, with Sam and Emily's engagement and all.
Blair came in and instantly felt better. Emily was making small talk with Bella and the boys while setting out food.
"Blair! What did you do to your head!" Emily frowned, her carved face showing distaste. "Paul?"
"No, it was actually Jake." She kind of chuckled as Emily examined her head and sat up on a stool.
Apparently Blair nor anyone else noticed the small amount of blood trickling from her hair. Emily continuously patted it with a damp wash cloth and cleaned it. While they were aimlessly chatting.
Then Jacob followed Paul in and Immediately found Bella's eyes forgetting the rest of the room. Blair got up from the stool and grabbed a wooden spoon and whacked Paul upside the head as hard as she could.
"That's from mom's checkbook, she's sick of you ruining all of your shorts!" She laughed and felt some more wetness flow down her head.
"Why the hell are you bleeding?" He demanded for the second time today.
"Well I kind of got knocked out by Jake when he phased, who still hasn't apologized." She frowned in genuine sadness; and for the first time since before he phased, actually looked in his eyes waiting for an apology. And partly for Paul to beat the shit out of him.
But she didn't get a response, Jacob was speechless. Every one stared at him while he was staring at Blair.
His expression when from extremely shocked, to extremely hurt as he stared into the eye's of his previous best friend, unable to look away.
And then Paul jumped across the table, fully set on creating as much harm to Jacob Black as possible.
R&R!