A/N: This story is going smooth so far. Hopefully I didn't do so bad on this chapter. Please Review after reading the chapter it be most helpful :). Well here's the second chapter.
Imprinted on a Broken Soul
Chapter 2
With barely any sleep at all from last night, I got up to the sound of my alarm. I really hate those annoying beeping sounds; they drive me insane. I shut off my alarm and walked out of my room to the bathroom where fix myself up before heading back to my room to put on clothes for school. Ugh…. school. I put back on my black skinnies form yesterday, since they weren't really dirty, and put on a white, long sleeved shirt that had sliver graphic designs traveling up the sides. I grabbed my backpack that had the supplies I need for school today. I left my room with my gray hoodie in my hands as I stop in the kitchen to see Ethan had already prepared me breakfast. I ate quietly, contemplating on how school might turn out for me today.
I finished my breakfast and went to brush my teeth one last time. When I came back out, Ethan was ready to drive me to school and to go to his job; it looks like since he was in a uniform. He drove me to school in a comfortable silence and stopped a little ways way from the school and slightly smiled at me. "I figured you hate to be the only one being dropped off since most of these kids drive themselves or walk so I'll just drop off you here," he explained in a monotone yet there was slightly amusement in his tone, his posture was relaxed and content. I nodded to him and looked out the window at the school from the distance that we were at. He knew me so well. I hated attention, it was already bad enough that I cause attention by not being normal with my muscles spasms and not being so social. I took after my father with the not being social part. Other than that, I'm clearly to blame for my muscle spasms.
"Good luck and try to have a good day," Ethan said caringly as I was about to get out of the car. I turned back to kiss him on his icy cold cheek and got out of the car. "You too," I said in a monotone voice as I shut the car door and began to walk to the school. I could hear the car drive away as I slipped on my gray hoodie leaving my hood up to cover my face. Surprisingly it wasn't rainy yet even though the clouds looked menacingly. As I approached the school students began to notice me and figured I must be a new kid.
The bell rang signaling everyone to go to class, and the students that were outside headed for the front doors. Walking into the hallway it was slightly crowded with kids going whatever way to their first period. I, on the other hand, walked around until I found the office. Which I did as the tardy bell rang and got my schedule and locker number from the receptionist. I followed the hallway numbers until I got to the room number my first period was in which was Math. Like at my last school I was seated in the back of the room which was fine with me. I didn't like being up front, it feel like the teacher was always watching what you were doing. Who wants someone breathing down there neck anyway?
My other two classes that came after math were History and Spanish which were exactly like first period no one talked to me and I was seated at the back of the room. Of course I got stares from the other kids so I wasn't completely invisible. It's just no one really wants to make friends with the new kid, since they already have their cliques. I understand, because I never talked to new kids either at my old school even if I was a loner. Stopping at my locker before I went to lunch, I dropped off my books that were textbooks for History and Math. I still had my hood up, because it was one way of ignoring stares. I place my pills' bottle in my locker; I haven't taken any today which Ethan would get mad about but I haven't had any shaking anxiety attacks today so why bother. Every day I try to shake off my anxiety attacks but it always seems to shake me up at least every couple of days or so. It causes my muscle spasms that first are twitching fingers then shaky hands that travel up my arm, shorting my breath and increasing my heart rate. The doctors give me anti-anxiety pills and antidepressant pills as well to calm these anxiety attacks.
After I shut my locker, I walk to the lunch room where most of the commotion was coming from. I really wasn't going to have anything to eat because I usually didn't trust cafeteria food. So I walked around the lunch room finding a empty table in my sight when I started heading towards it. I notice the group of boys that I saw the other day before sitting at the table while I was walking to the table. One of them must of notice me because I heard one of them call my name. I turned around to see that Jake was the one to call my name and was slightly standing up from his chair.
"Lela, come and join our table," Jake called, motioning me with his hand, with a smirk on his face. Some of the boys were now looking at me to see my response or if I was going to sit with them. At first I shook my head no, remembering what happened the other day with everyone being weird.
"Please Lela, sit with us," Seth pleaded, turning around in his chair to give me a sweet boyish smile.
"Come on stop being so shy and sit with us," Jake said encouragingly, looking like he was about to come get me so I could sit down with them.
"We don't bite... hard," Quil said glancing at me with a sharp toothy grin. I examined the table and I noticed everyone that I had met the other day but I also noticed there was a girl there, as well that I didn't know, who was sitting next to Jared. They looked like couple. I walked over to their table no longer resisting and got welcoming smiles. Jake let me sit in his chair while he got another one for me. I looked around to see almost all the guys have piles and piles of plates stacked up of cafeteria food that they were chowing down.
"What brings you to this school; I thought you said you lived in Forks?" Embry asked his face clam and mellow. Everyone looked expectedly at me for an answer; all of them had curiosity in their eyes.
"Yea, I live in Forks, but I got registered over here," I brushed off easily. It solved their curiosity of me a little bit. Soon they started talking, not really talking to me but included me sometimes in their random conversations. Most of the guys just joked around about stuff.
I was content being around them. They were like a family of brothers all gathered around together on a thanksgiving feast. Is it like this for them all the time? I think guy's become better friends with each other, than girls do with each other. There's a lot of back stabbing with girls; with guys it just I have your back you have mine. It's that simple.
"So Lela, why didn't you get anything to eat?" Seth asked curiously and slightly concerned. Which was weird, why is he concern about me? Before I could answer that, I was interrupted by the guy I completely forgot about that came from behind me.
"She's probably on a princess diet. Ain't that right, red?" Paul sneered, like he was disgusted to find me with his pals. What was his problem? Gosh damn it! I just looked at him from behind me with a blank face, not responding. Why should I? It will only intrigue him to insult me more. Jake, Seth, Quil, and Embry gave him a glare. Jared, Collin, and Brady made no commentary to Paul's remark. I notice then my finger's started twitching. Crap, got to go before anyone notices.
"Why do you have to be such a douche?" Quil rhetorically asked as he went back to eating his food.
"Yea, that wasn't nice, Paul," Seth agitated, still glaring at him.
Paul shrugged it off as I stood to leave, grabbing my backpack off the lunch room floor. Jake glanced at me concerned at my leaving. "You don't have to go," Jake stated apologetically, watching me get up.
"Yea, don't tell Paul scare you off," Jared said participating in not getting me to leave with the group. While his girlfriend was giving me a apologetic look.
"His bark is worse than his bite," Quil added teasingly and was shot a heated glare by Paul.
I looked back at them giving them a fake smile, hiding my hands behind me in my back pockets. "Thanks for letting me sit at your guy's table, but I got to stop by my locker before class, so bye," I said politely in a soft voice and walked away from their table and Paul. When I had got to my locker, my shaky hands were harder to control but I managed to open my locker. I took out bottle water from my bag and made sure no one was around. I was suppose to take these prescription bottles to the nurse, so they can verify that I am allowed to have them but that means I would have to take them every day. Which, I'm trying to prove I don't need them. Never have before the changing point in my life that turned everything around for me. I took my pills and my hands had stopped there shaking, but I did manage to spill some water on my shirt. Oh well means I'll be sipping up my jacket all the way now.
Right when I shut my locker the bell rang signaling the end of lunch and to go to your class. I pulled out my schedule and followed the numbers on the doors until I found my English class right as the bell rang. I walked in to give my teacher my schedule to stamp out and to supply me with the things I need as other teens talked and stared at me. One of the pairs of eyes I felt steaming into my head, made me turn to look at who was staring at me so intensely. And my chocolate brown eyes met pure dark brown eyes in an instance. Paul was in my English class, staring at me. He must have got heat from his friends, because he wasn't glaring at me this time, which was a change. The teacher talked my ear off, I wasn't really listening as she hand me the stuff I needed, but she told me to take a seat in the empty desk at the back of the room. The seat was away from Paul, which I was happy about, and the lesson the teacher gave I paid not mind to.
When the bell rang, the next class I had to go to was P.E. I was excused from changing into P.E. uniform for today but I was suspected to change out for tomorrow's activity. Today though all I did was watch the other's play volleyball in the gym. I also figured out that even though boys and girls have different locker rooms it was a co-ed P.E. class. Great! (Not!). Reason for the not, Paul was in this class as well. So I figured I might get hit in the head one of these days by a ball, since Paul doesn't like me so much.
After P.E. was over, I visited my last class of the day which was Science. It zoomed by pretty quick as to where I didn't have to do much just sat there like in my other classes and lucky Paul wasn't in this class. When the final bell rang, I went to my locker grabbed what I needed and headed out of the building. Ethan wouldn't be able to pick me up since his job schedule interfered with me getting out of school. So I walked home, which didn't take me that long, only like thirty minutes.
Once I got home, I did my homework, not putting much effort into it because it was pretty basic stuff the teachers had given me. I had finished at 4 o'clock, when I heard the door unlock and in came Ethan from his first day of work. His gaze found me as a light smile tugged at his lips. He headed toward the kitchen and unclipped his name tag, leaving it on the countertop. I got up from the living room floor where I was doing my homework at and strode over to the kitchen. Ethan had begun taking items out of the refrigerator, I'm guessing to make me dinner.
"Working at the grocery store have any perks?" I asked sarcastically, leaning against the kitchen bar as I watch him cook. The corners of Ethan's mouth twitched in a very bad held back smile.
"Same kind of perks you get from going to school. Work," he answered his tone showing that he was completely amused, as he kept his eyes on the food at the stove. Silence fell between us for awhile until my food was ready and Ethan served me my dinner at the bar. I sat on the bar stool and started eating my dinner as Ethan was leaning against the kitchen countertops.
"Rough school day or mild so to so?" he asked his tone perking with interested.
"Lot of stares, but yes, it was a mild day," I said, taking another bite and as I swallowed I continued. "I saw those boys' again that I had met the other day. Apparently they go to the school on the reservation," I said my tone light, rolling my eyes at the last part.
"Ever gonna tell me these boys' names or am I gonna have to guess them?" Ethan questioned, lifting up one of his eyebrows. His face was amused; he was teasing me for giving so little detail.
"Guess," I stated trying to keep my voice serious, instead of laughing at him, but it was clear on my face that I was amused as well.
Ethan acted like he was thinking by rubbing his jaw and staring out into space. "Cody, John, Peter, Jack, Brian," Ethan listed the random names off the top of his head and was thinking of one more name by the looks of it. I smiled, totally amused. It was obvious he was just picking simple names which made me want to roll my eyes. "And… Paul," he continued, making me all most choke at the name he listed. Why did he have to pick the name Paul? I started coughing after the almost choking attack, Ethan's eyes immediately became concern. Then in a second he was behind me patting my back, trying to help. I was able to stop coughing with the help of my drink.
Ethan came to face me then. "Guessing I got one right then," he lightly joked but still was serious when he asked if I was alright?
"Yea, yea I'm fine. You just caught me off guard because it's not part of the group of 6 boys I told you about. He was someone else I met that was part of the group of 6 boys which now means it is 7," I lightly hinted the last part kind of shrinking in my seat for lying to him earlier.
Ethan's gaze at me never faltered, "Why didn't you tell me about this seven boy then? Also name the other boys while you're at it too," he said, not mad but it was hard to tell with his poker face.
I sighed and put my fork down in my plate. "The guys' I met names were Jake, Seth, Jared, Quil, Embry, Collin and Brady. Paul was also part of their group but I met him a little afterwards. I didn't tell you about him because he doesn't like me much for whatever reason," I explained, watching Ethan's face to see if his poker face falters. Ethan eyes studied me as he took in my answer.
"How do you know he doesn't like you much?" Ethan asked crocking his head to the side, clearly contemplating on my answer.
"Well right when he met me, he just stared at me then all of sudden he snap saying Damnit and left. I really don't know what his probably was," I said, watching Ethan's eyebrow knit into confusion.
"And you didn't do anything for him to say that?" Ethan asked, trying to figure out the situation.
"Yea, like I'm the one to start trouble," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"You never know, teenagers tend to do pretty strange things. It's the stage of rebellion for everyone," Ethan said, chuckling to his own comment ad at my comment.
"Well thanks for dinner, I'm going to start making my protesting signs now," I said placing my dishes in the sink and turn out of the kitchen, planning on going to my room.
Ethan laughed at my joke and started to wash my dishes in the sink. He only does it because he's a lot faster at doing it than me. When I got to my room, I was absolutely bored on what I should do. I laid on my bed for a while until I heard the TV on in the living room. Ethan must be watching something. I decided to go take a shower then go join him in watching TV. After my shower and putting on my pajamas, I went to the living room to see Ethan in his lounge around clothes, which included his blue checkered pajama pants and a long sleeve black shirt. He looked up at me when he heard me. I walk up to our green shabby couches and sat in the single person couch since he was on the two seated couch.
We watched the reality TV show for a awhile in silence until he broke it. "So you never told me if you made friends. Did you sit by yourself at lunch?" Ethan asked in a casual tone of voice, staring at the TV.
"I don't think I made any friends but Jake invited me to sit with him at his table of friends which were those guys," I answered honestly looking over at Ethan. His eyes shifted to me in interested.
"Was Paul there at Jake's table?" Ethan asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Well at first he wasn't but when he came to the table, I left," I said, fidgeting with my fingers now. Ethan eyes narrowed at me slightly, giving me a questioning look.
"Why did you leave? What did he say?" Ethan asked slightly concern.
"Well he didn't say anything that bad, it's just…. That I got an… I was starting to get one of my anxiety attacks," I said kind of nervous about how Ethan was going to react. I know Ethan doesn't get mad but I can't help the feeling that I might get yelled at. I use to get yelled at lot but never by Ethan. Ethan is always calm, totally opposite from my father.
"Did you go to the nurse for your medicine?" Ethan asked in monotone. I shook my head, biting my lip, looking away from him. "You didn't go to the nurse to fill out the medical papers?" Ethan asked, not to surprise that I didn't do it. I shook my head again. "Do it tomorrow. I won't let you get in trouble for having pills on you that you need in case of an attack. You do understand they need that information so they don't think you're a drug addict if they catch you, and so they are aware if anything bad happens. I'll call the school tomorrow too to make sure you take care of it tomorrow at school," Ethan stated turning back to the TV to watch. I had no choice now, which wasn't great. Ethan knows how I don't like people knowing about, but he says the school should be the exception, because they have the right to know.
We only talked couple more times in side comments about the show but soon I was ready for bed. I got up off the couch and started to head to my room and whispered a night to Ethan. He said night back to me. I fell immediately to sleep in my bed, loving the comforting sheets. But comforting sheets don't help my mind defend off against the nightmares of shining lights, a car honking, the shaky impact, and the scraping of metal. I didn't hear the wolves that night as I was drowned in my nightmare.
The next morning, I went to school early thanks to Ethan. I filled out everything for me to have certification of having my pills. Fortunately the nurse told me I don't have to take them every day, but as long as I left them with her and come to take them when I need them. Kind of stupid. If I keep going to the nurse everyday someone gonna suspected something's wrong with me. After I was done with everything with the nurse, I went to my first period since the bell rang. All my morning classes were a drag, I hardly paid attention.
When the lunch bell rang, I stopped by my locker to drop my books off. I decided not to head to lunch, because of the incident with Paul yesterday about eating with his friend, so I went outside to the front of the school. I sat by the arches near the steps, leaning against it. I was in the shade and it felt cool. No one was out here. Guess it means I'm the only loner at this school. I wouldn't say I'm proud to be loner but it's easier than dealing with drama of high school life. I really don't have a problem with people. I'm a people pleaser, believe it or not, but I'm just quiet. Some people just take my quietness the wrong way. I stared off into space for most of lunch and when the bell rang, I got up and went to English class.
When I got into class I sat down in my seat, soon the other kids filed in, filling up the room. Paul strode in quickly and glancing around the room. When his eyes caught sight of me, I could of sworn I saw relief flicker onto his face, but it went away. He sat down in his seat with a look of frustration like he was having a mental battle within himself. Wonder what got him all confused. Wait, why do I care? The teacher shut the door as the finally bell rang. She was cheery today and explained about what we were going to do the next few days. It was something having to do with writing a paper but I paid no mind since I was just doodling in my notebook that was for notes. I only looked up when the teacher said my name.
"… so Lela would you please," the teacher said looking expectedly at me. I have no idea what she had said before my name. What did she want me to do?
"Could you repeat what you just said, I didn't quite hear you," I said, feeling queasy in my stomach all of sudden since most of the students eyes were on me.
The teacher gave me a grim tight smile, clearly she did not like the fact I wasn't listening to her. "I said would you mind introducing yourself to the class and reading the bit I told you to write yesterday so the students here will be a little more familiar with you," the teacher said, gesturing for me to come up. My stomach knotted more and I felt rigid. What piece of writing? She never told me about it. Unless it was when I was drowning her out while she signed my schedule. Oh man, the class is going to find out. No they won't. They know nothing, give them nothing to think. No, I can't do it.
"Lela, now would you please come up here and introduce yourself," the teacher demanded, clearly frustrated. The students were looking at me for what my delay was about. I was slowly able to get out of my seat and walk to the front of class. Give them nothing to think about. The teacher smiled bitterly at me as I turned around to face the classroom. I gulped noticing everyone's eyes on me, my stomach knotting tighter and my chest felt heavy. I opened my mouth to try and speak but it was as if nothing could come out. One of my fingers twitched.
"Sometime today," the teacher barked out in a polite voice. I flinched at her words slightly, closed my mouth, nodding yes. I balled my fists up to try to ignore my nervousness and gazed over the class again. I tried to stare at the wall to forget about them but my eyes locked on to Paul's interested gaze. I broke eye contact and locked my eyes on to the floor. What do I say? What do I say? It's too late already, they all ready know something's wrong with me. Why can't they stop staring?
My finger's twitched again and my stomach was still knotted. I felt like I'm being compressed, as if I had a ton of weight on my chest. I tried to speak again, but all I could think was they know. My fingers were twitching badly inside my jacket pockets. Last thing I know was I was outside of the classroom and was hastily running away as the teacher called after me in the hallway. I didn't stop. I knew it was better than being in that classroom, because my chest already started feeling lighter and my stomach unknotted.
I went straight to my locker, but in the process of opening it I remembered I don't have my pills in there. I quickly walk to the nurse's office. She made me lie down for awhile before giving me my medicine, because she wanted to see if I absolutely needed it. What a dumb-ass. She finally gave me my pills when my arms started shaking. Then she made me lie back down for about thirty minutes to let the medicine kick in and by that time, my fifth period had already started. I sat up when she directed me too and asked if I felt better and if I would like to go home. I told her I wanted home. She let me dial Ethan's cell number and I told him I want him to take me home. He agreed to take me home and said he be there in just a bit. I hung up the phone and the nurse sent some student aid to get my stuff.
When I got a text from Ethan that he was here, I signed out from the nurse's office and left. It was pretty empty in the hallways, because class was still happening. When I was almost about to reach the front doors, I got firmly turned around by some one's hand. I came face to face with Paul. At first I was slightly scared to what he was going to do, but his eyes were not filled with hatred, or rage. He looked like he was out of breath as if he's been running around. I could tell though he was slightly confused as well as frustrated, like earlier, but at the same time he looked concerned.
"Where were you?" Paul asked demandly with a sharp tone. I step out from under his hand. Who was he to ask me about my business? I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Out of class," I said in monotone with a blank face. He studied my expression trying to read it, he never will.
"I saw you come out of the nurse's office," Paul stated his eyes narrowing at me. I stared back at him for a little while longer like I didn't know what he was talking about. "Why did you run out of class? Why did you have to go to the nurse?" Paul asked with a questioning looked as I continued to stare blankly up at him.
The silence surrounding us was intense. He wasn't budging and I wasn't either. Soon I turned from him and began to walk away. "My business," I said in a quiet voice, that it sounded as a whisper against the halls. He didn't come after me for answers like I thought he would, he didn't try to follow me. I left him standing there in the middle of the hallway without an answer as I walked out of the school doors.
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