Hello! First of all I would like to thank all of those who took time to read Oh My, My, My as well as all those that followed and Favorited. I can't tell you how amazing it feels to know so many of you enjoyed the first chapter of the story. Secondly I want to apologize for the first chapter. I can't realized that my page breaks had gotten deleted. Hopefully it wasn't too hard to read without them.
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Chapter Two
Rain on a day like this would have been poetic. Instead of Washington's usual downpour the sky was clear with an unforgiving sun. Angie's legs stuck to the leather seats of her car. She huffed loudly at the hair blowing in her face as she sped down one of the few roads in La Push. As she pulled into the Clearwater's driveway she pulled awkwardly at her shirt. A hot, sweaty, mess was not the impression she was hoping to make.
With her car in park, Angie hopped out of the driver's seat. Throwing her hair up in a bun she made a last minute decision to leave her keys in the ignition. If this trip turned out anything like the few before she was going to want to make a quick getaway.
She wiped sweaty hands on her shorts. She told herself it was from the heat. When she lifted a fist to knock on the door she noticed just how hard she was shaking.
Sue Clearwater answered the door. Her clothes were worn and her cropped black hair was pulled back the best it could be. There were heavy looking bags beneath her black eyes. When those eyes landed on Angie wringing her hands, they softened just a bit. Right before they hardened once again.
"Hi dear," Sue greeted, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
"Hey Mama Sue," Angie said, still playing with her fingers. "Are Leah and Seth home? I've been calling but…"
Sue sighed as Angie trailed off. The poor girl had been coming around almost every day since Harry passed. Sue knew Angie just wanted to check on the two. After all Angie was considered family. Or at least she used to be. Sue knew the time had come for things to change. It would be in everyone's best interest.
"They're resting dear," was Sue's curt answer.
Angie took a deep breath. The last thing she wanted to do was get in a fight with Sue. But that was always her answer. How much rest could a person really need? When Angie's own father had passed away she had sought support from her La Push family.
"I know," Angie said slowly, fighting to keep the bite out of her tone. "But can I please see them? All I need is a minute."
Angie watched as Sue's mouth turned into a hard line. The older woman pulled herself to her full height, squaring her shoulders. As her black eyes met Angie's hazel, the girl knew she wasn't going to like what came next.
"I think it's time for you to go home, Angie," Sue began. When she saw Angie opening her mouth to reply, she quickly started to talk over the girl. "I mean it. Go home Angie. I think it would be best for everyone if you spent some time apart. Seth and Leah have some things they need to go through without you."
Tears sprung to Angie's eyes. Through her watery gaze, she looked for any crack in Sue's armor. All she needed was one little sign that her second mother didn't mean what she was saying. There was no crack to find. Sue was nothing but a confident woman who clearly believed in what she was saying.
"I-I-I don't understand," Angie stammered. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"It's time for you to leave," Sue said.
The door shut so suddenly that Angie had no chance to argue. Instead she stumbled backwards and looked up at the clay colored house in front of her. It was the same as every other one on the street. When she was younger it had been a castle. Now it resembled nothing but a burnt down memory.
Turning her back on the Clearwater's, Angie shuffled back to her car. She wiped furiously at her eyes until they felt dry and itchy. She refused to cry. There would be time for that later. Right now she had to figure out a way to get a hold of Leah and Seth. Obviously their mom had gone crazy.
Angie drove slowly down the road. She wanted to be prepared to stop just in case she saw them in town. If she ran into them in person they wouldn't be able to ignore her. As she passed by the beach, she wished she had just sped out of town as fast as she had come in.
The cliffs that overlooked the ocean used to be a point of fascination. Jared had always tried to talk her into jumping off of them. He had never been successful. For the past few months the cliffs had become a reminder that Jared was gone. He had left her for Sam after disappearing for a few days. Now the only time she ever saw her male best friend was when he was cliff diving with his new buddy.
So seeing those two jumping into the watery depths was no surprise. After the two men came the familiar sight of the Clearwater children. As Angie watched their heads breach the water she felt the knife her heart being turned. It was one thing for Jared to run off with Sam. There had never been any bad blood between the two. But Sam Uley had destroyed Leah. Yet here she was out for a day of beach fun with him.
Angie had never hit the gas so hard in her life.
~ Oh My ~
Sam dropped down between Paul and Seth. He handed both of them a fresh beer. Paul took his with a grunt while Seth thanked his alpha. All three of them had their eyes trained on the kitchen windows. Angie was just barely visible, standing off to the side of the gossiping women. Collin and Brady stood on either side of her. Each one of the boys occasionally reaching out to touch her as if they were afraid she'd disappear.
"Did you know she was coming?" Sam asked. He couldn't recall his wife, Emily, ever mentioning that she was expecting Angie. Not even Connie had put the girl's name on the guest list.
Seth shook his head. Sam turned his attention to Paul. He wasn't sure if his third in command had ever spent much time with Angie. But it was a possibility. After all Angie had always been a pretty girl. And Paul had always had a thing for pretty girls.
"I've never met her," Paul said, taking a swing from his bottle.
"I thought everyone knew Angie," Sam said, looking at Seth for conformation. The Clearwater boy only shrugged. "She was always on the res when we were kids. She normally hung around Leah or Jared."
Paul frowned as he tried to picture who had hung around Jared before he joined up with Sam. Fuzzy faces of typical Quileute teen boys flashed through his mind. How could he not remember a girl like that? La Push wasn't exactly crawling with young girls with loin manes.
Sam snorted. "I'm actually surprised you don't know her. She had a huge crush on you."
Paul smirked. "Who didn't?"
Both Sam and Seth rolled their eyes at his cockiness. Paul looked back at the house. Angie was being pulled away from the kitchen by Jocelyn Cameron. The red headed girl aimed a well placed kick at Brady as she passed him by. As Paul wondered what the poor boy had done he found himself rubbing at his own shin. He could still feel the slightly raised skin of a faint scar.
"She kicked my ass once," Paul said slowly, the memory still blurry. Sam and Seth each raised an eyebrow at their pack mate. "It was in a soccer game with Jared and his buddies. She had been wearing heels so I called her princess. They ended up beating my team. And she single handedly cut open my shin and nailed me in the dick with the ball."
Seth looked to Sam. He had never been told that story. By the look on Sam's face, he had never heard it either. There was a moment of silence before the two dissolved into loud, booming laughs. They both knew competitive the girl could be. Especially when facing someone that dared to call her princess.
~ Oh My ~
Remind me again why I promised to come back to the kitchen? All the women of La Push were standing around the island. Each one drinking wine and snacking on the food they had stashed from the boys. Well, almost every woman was taking part. Leah Clearwater was mysteriously missing.
I'm not exactly sure what I expected to happen. I figured it would involve Jocelyn Cameron pulling me to her and making everyone else talk to me. The mother of my once brother made no move towards me. Instead she shot me a wink before continuing on with her conversation with a lovely looking Latina woman I didn't know.
Okay, so plan B is it. I'll hide behind Aunt Connie. Although that doesn't appear like it's going to be easily done. Aunt Connie has planted herself in the middle of the group. Honestly that wouldn't be the worst place to be. If only Aunt Connie wasn't surrounded by Tiffany Call and Sue Clearwater. Or at I like to call them, the two people who hate me the most.
That leaves me with plan C. Which is really me standing on the edge of the kitchen between Collin and Brady, giving awkward smiles to the people I catch looking at me.
"What did you do to Tiffany to make her glare at you like that?" Brady whispered.
Before I could answer Collin chimed in. "She stole all of Tiffany's gnomes."
I rolled my eyes. Tiffany Call used to have an admittedly creepy collection of garden gnomes. She kept them in her front yard for the world to see. Leah and I had always joked about kidnapping the gnomes. It was a joke that Tiffany knew about thanks to her son's big fat mouth. So when her gnomes actually did go missing I was her first suspect.
"First of all I never took the gnomes," I interjected. "I only joked about that. Second of all that glare is courtesy of Chief Swan's unwillingness to arrest me." Collin huffed. He had been there when Chief Swan showed up at his house looking for me. Brady on the other hand look genuinely interested as he was never told about my near arrest. "You remember when the Call's shed burnt down? Well Tiffany was convinced it was me. So she called the chief and told him to search me. I had a lighter on me. Tiffany took that to be undeniable proof. Chief Swan didn't. Plus I had Aunt Connie as an alibi. So he let me go and Tiffany hasn't forgotten about it."
"You burnt down the Call's shed?!" Brady said just a bit too loudly.
Several heads snapped up to look at us. Tiffany just so happened to be one of those people. She was glaring as her nostrils flared. She turned her head to look at Connie. She was not subtle in the way she jerked her head in my direction. Clearly she was taking Brady's outburst as an admission of guilt. I smiled at her and gave a little wave.
Connie tried to get people's attention back on her. The majority of them turned back with awkward chuckles. I caught Sue Clearwater's eye. Although I'm not sure she was aware. Part of me wanted to hold her gaze. I wanted to appear like I had forgotten about the way she had kicked me out of her home. Looking into her black eyes, completely void of guilt or regret, brought everything crashing down. As I dropped my eyes I was thankful I had forgotten to remove my sunglasses.
I turned to Brady. He gave me a sheepish grin. At least he realized the mistake he had made. Before I could poke fun at him I felt hands gripping my shoulders. Whoever they belonged to was pushing me backwards. Rather than tell Brady off I kicked him in the shin. He flipped me off before bounding outside with Collin.
Looking up I saw Jocelyn Cameron looking down at me. She was grinning like always. In my twenty-two years of life there has only been one time that Jocelyn has not smiled at me. That was when she caught Jared and I with a bottle of tequila when were fourteen. The worst part was we never even got to take a drink.
She wrapped an arm around my shoulders as she ushered me into the living room. She plopped me down the couch. I looked around the room. It was elegant with its cream colored furniture. The self beside the television was overstocked with an odd mixture of action movies, board games, and princess toys. On the walls were several framed pictures of Emily and Sam. I quickly dropped my eyes to look at my hands. Jocelyn gripped my chin and turned my face to look at her.
"Why are you wearing these silly things?" she asked, pushing my sunglasses up into my hair. When she saw my watery eyes she held my cheeks. "Oh honey." She wiped her thumbs over my eyes and I leaned into her touch.
"Hey Mama C," I greeted. I took in her soft brown hair, kind amber eyes, and warm copper skin. Jocelyn had been one of the two non-family members that kept in touch after I left. She was my informant for everything Jared and Kim. "How's Poppa?" Sue may have been my second mom but it was Jared's dad, Joseph that had been my second dad.
"He's good honey," Jocelyn said, looking out the window. "He's actually outside helping get the bonfire going."
"You guys still do those?" I asked, turning to follow her gaze. Poppa and Uncle Kevin were stacking logs in the fire pit while Chief Swan handed them fire starters. Billy Black and Old Quil watched them, passing a mason jar back and forth. They had started setting up reservation bonfires right around the time Sam had started building his gang. Since I was a pale face and not technically part of the res I was never invited.
Jocelyn sighed. "At least once a month as long as the weather is good. Even in the winter. And yes, everyone is required to join." I shook my head. There are some traditions the tribal council took a bit too seriously in my opinion. But who am I to judge?
As we watched the men around the fire pit Poppa looked over his shoulder. When he noticed Jocelyn and me watching him he waved before dropping a log. He winked at Jocelyn as he bent over to pick it up, sticking his backside out. Jocelyn shoved me playfully before fanning herself. The two of them are always flirting with each other. It's honestly adorable.
Booming laughter echoed over the yard, pushing its way through the open backdoor. I tore my eyes from the older men to see Sam and Seth doubled over in laughter. The other man with them did not seem pleased.
I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better view. He had the same cropped black hair, overly muscular, chiseled body, and beautiful russet skin as everyone else in Sam's inner circle. His face, however, was longer with sharper angles. The scowl gracing his face looked as though it may be a permit feature. A shiver ran down my spine at the sight of him. I know that face. But it can't be. He never hung out with Sam.
"Mama C," I started, not taking my eyes off the man, "who is that talking with Sam and Seth?"
In the reflection of the window I saw her wiggle her eyebrows. "Honey, its Paul Lahote."
I bit my lip. The name still made my heart race. I'm not exactly sure when my crush on the older boy stared. All I know for sure is since it began I haven't been able to shake it. No one else ever seemed to compare. Honestly I know it's ridiculous. I've never really even spoken to him. But I can't explain it. There's just something about the ill-tempered Quileute man.
"Looks like we should get out there," Jocelyn's voice broke through my thoughts. I tore my eyes away from the men to find the women had left the house. They were gathering around the small, sparking fire. "You ready honey?"
Looking back at Jocelyn, I pulled my sunglasses down. I was going to look ridiculous and have trouble seeing but that was better than having everyone know that I cried. "As ready as I can be."
Jocelyn and I stood from the couch. She threw an arm around my shoulders as we made our way outside. I needed an extra shove when I paused in the kitchen. Kim Conaway and Emily Young, I mean, Emily Uley were whispering to each other in the corner. Emily and I had a falling out of sorts after she started dating Sam. Kim and I, well, I'm not really sure what happened there. One minute we were friends and the next she disappeared. Only to pop back up a month later wrapped around Jared.
"Pay them no mind honey," Jocelyn whispered in my ear.
Putting on a brave smile I plopped myself down between Collin and Brady. With Jocelyn behind for me to lean on, how bad could this bonfire really be?
~ Oh My ~
"Sam, come help us light the fire!" Old Quil called.
Holding his aching stomach Sam stood. He clamped a hand on Paul's shoulder before making his way to the fire pit still chuckling. Seth followed after him. Not because he thought his help was needed but because he wanted to claim a good spot. If he had to sit too far away he wouldn't be able to roast marshmallows properly.
Paul chugged the rest of his beer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Leah Clearwater come stomping out of the woods. She had just barely gotten her shirt on before she cleared the bushes. She was making a b-line for him. Throwing his bottle down, Paul squared his shoulders. What the hell was she going to yell at him for now?
Her brown eyes had gone dark and her copper skin was turning red. She was baring her teeth as she growled at Paul. The younger wolf could feel himself beginning to tremble. He hadn't done shit to Leah. So where did she get off marching up to him and growling in his face?
"Cameron has officially lost it," Leah snapped. Her voice came out as a mumbling whisper but was no less fury fueled. She threw a glance at Sam and Jacob. Whatever had happened in the woods she did not want the alphas to know about it. "Don't listen to him."
Leah's lack of yelling threw Paul off. His trembling subsided and his jaw went slack. He had no idea what she was talking about. As if on cue Jared came bounding up behind Leah. He shoved a shoulder into her, pushing her out of his way. The biggest shit eating grin was plastered on his face as he leaned down, hands on his knees.
"I just came up with the greatest idea," he boasted the best he could. He too was keeping his voice low as he kept an eye on the alphas. Leah continued to mumble about his stupidity. He ignored her. "I need you to fake an imprint with Angie."
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