A/N - sorry about the looonnng wate for chaper to, i was on my summer vacation! But i hope you al like pat 2 of lavenders story! Also thank u soooooooo much leanne for the help with the gramar n spellig this chaptr, i aprpeciate it luv u gurl 33333 everyon else pls enjoy! (#wolves4eva!)
(A/N - Hi, this is Hunter Becky's friend (Leanne) - I did edit some of the grammar and spelling in this chapter but the characters and story are all Becky's! (Love you too ;)) I'm getting my own account soon if anyone's interested in reading my stuff too! #wolves4eva!)
When I woke up I couldn't help but look around my room again.
I'd never felt so safe in a room as i did in my new one, my new room smiled on me like an old friend. Most of the time when I stayed somewhere new I didn't ever relax. I'd have horrible nightmares about demonic hands reaching out to get me, coming up from the earth and grabbing my ankles to drag me down to where they came from; and the only reason I never ran and got my mom, or told her about it in the morning, was because I didn't want to make her worry more than she already did about me. I loved my mom, but she always seemed to love worrying almost as much as she loved me!
With it being my first day at a new school I set the alarm on my phone so I could wake up early, the sound of Good Charlotte's 'I Just Wanna Live' blaring in my ears. That meant I had more time to get ready. I wanted to stay true to myself on my big first day at Forks High School, but that meant I was worrying more too. Other kids tended to think my style was weird; that because I had lavender hair and liked wearing black there was something wrong with me. I don't want everyone treating me like I'm not supposed to be there, but that didn't mean I could stop being myself. Mom always tells me to be myself - so why should a new school make me stop doing that? I wasn't going to make true friends if I pretend to be someone else.
Back in Colorado I hadn't had many friends, but the ones I did have were the best I could ever wish for!
I was in a small group of Gothic and Scene people, which is how I met Damon actually. We all banded together as the popular kids, and even some of the unpopular kids; tended to point and laugh at us as we walked from class to class, whispering nasty comments and giggling as we walked by. At first it relay upset me. I didn't know why the other kids wanted to be so cruel to me. But then I spoke to Dad and he told me people always were meanest to what they didn't understand as it makes them jealous.
Blair, Felicia and Wren had meaned the world to me. I was crying softly as I gave each of them a hug on my last day living with Dad before I had to move. They'd all given me a little present - a new charm for the charm bracelet I'd been given by my granny when I was born. Blair had given me a half moon, Felicia had given me a Gothic rose (it had little thorns on the stems!) and Wren had given me a raven. I hadn't wanted them to waste their money on me, but now I'm glad as it means i'll be able to remember them whenever I looked at it. I was going to email them all at least once a month, but they'd told me they were going to understand I'd need time to make new friends in Forks. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I had to try at least.
Getting ready, I decide to be sensible on what to wear for my first day. I didn't want to come on too strong as some people's parents didn't like their kids hanging around with Goths and Emos. They always thought we'd be a bad influence. I also wanted to make sure my classmates didn't instantly lable me a weirdo and shut me out. I was so scared of being alone in a strange new place, even if the house and its comforting personality had helped me be less afraid of a new school.
Tying my hair into two little space buns either side of my head, I brush my fringe out properly so it covers up my forehead. I did my eyeliner simple, with just a little bit of silver glitter eyeshadow on top of it and made my mascara not too much. I put on simple dark pink lipstick. My skin had always been clear so I tended to not wear foundation, especially as I was already very pale! I knew Forks was very rainy and tended to be cold, so I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans. They had some rips in them, which I cut out myself, so I put some black tights on underneath them; they had cute lace patterns on them and had always kept me warm so I knew they'd do the job well! I put on a silk, pastel turquoise top with a black collar and black little bows on the sleeves, then put my black leather jacket - which had silver, razor sharp spikes on the shoulders and down the sleeves - over that to make sure I was warm. My favorite pair of boots - pastel blue and velvet with a cute heel not many people could walk in - were downstairs and I was going to take my black raincoat too to make sure I was safe from the rain. I put in a simple silver nose ring, slip on the amethyst ring my parents had given me on my sixteenth birthday and tie my white choker, with little silver cats on it, around my neck. I felt pretty good about how I looked.
When I get downstairs, Mom's already made breakfust for us both. It was ham and eggs, with some toast in case we wanted to make sandwiches out of it, which I did. My Mom was from Austin, Texas originally, and my nana and grampy there had raised her in a traditional way. She'd always been amazing at cooking, and had promised when I moved in with her she'd teach me more about it. I could make simple stuff on a good day - pasta, sandwiches, biscuits, reheat frozen pizzas - but I was nowhere near as talented as Mom was at making food.
'I've left out some options for your lunch,' Mom told me as she scribbled notes for her new book across the small, round white kitchen table she'd chosen out. We had an actual, proper dining room in the new house, but the smaller table in the kitchen was where Mom had told me she wanted us to eat, as it meant we were closer together. 'I wanted to make it myself, but I started writing early this morning and I feel like it's best to keep going as I'm really in the zone!'
'No no, it's fine mom!' I smile at her from across the table as I finished off my sandwich and downed my orange juice. Mom was currently working on a long running book series about a group of Wiccans living in Kansas who have to hide themselves from people and battle all sorts of enemies - like werewolves, demons and vampires. The main character - Carina Starr - had purple hair like mom and me, something which always made me smile whenever I read one of the books. In the last book - 'Angels and Roses' - Carina's fiance, Fabian Hemlock (a werewolf), had been poisoned by an evil vampire known as Malachi Bleakmore, who'd killed Carina's family, and now she has to find a way to cure him. Mom hasn't told me how things are going to be resolved, but I knew Fabian and Carina would be able to overcome his evil. My Mom always loved happy endings. 'I know you have to work!'
I made myself a cheese, tomato and ham sandwich as mom went back upstairs into her study to continue working, telling me she might be out doing some grocery shopping when I got back from school. I placed some grapes, an orange and a bag of Doritos into my lunch box, and an energy bar for a breaktime snack, along with a trusty bottle of water into my school bag before double checking I'd got everything I needed for my first day.
Looking at my old pencil case, my eyes well up a bit as I look over all the old signatures of my old friends: Blair, Felicia, Wren, Axel, Matt, Erik and of course...my lovely Damon. I was longing to call him, just to make sure he was okay, ask him what he was up to, how his little brother Gabriel was doing, if he'd met anyone new...but I couldn't do that. It wasn't fair! I scold myself.
'Bye Mom!' I called as I walk out the front door, pulling my raincoat's hood up and hugging my bag a little closer to my side. I heard her call goodbye back and it made me relax a little. The rain wasn't as bad as it was last night, but it was still drizzling a little, so I kept my hood up until I'd safely gotten into my car.
It was the first car I'd ever got - a joint present from my parents for my sixteenth birthday - and although it was a little battered now, the deep red paint starting to fade slightly, I was happy to have it. For starters, it'd stop me from standing out at school, more than my hair already would. My Auntie Auria has dropped off my car for me at some point after I'd gone to sleep last night. She was my Mom's younger sister and the youngest Blackwood. Oliver and Eleri Blackwood (my nana and grampy) had had seven children together: Alden, August, Amadeo, Araluen, Airton, Adaire and Auria. She liked to joke my dad had been lucky he'd only got one brother, my uncle Lias, as she and my aunts and uncles had always fighted a lot as children. Sometimes I was jealous of my mom and her big family. My wishes for a little sister or brother had never been granted, even if I knew it wasn't fair to be angry at my parents for only wanting me for a child.
As I drove to school I let my mind wander.
Mom had been talking about having a housewarming party sometime soon, which she'd said I could invite any of my new school friends to. I had to be honest, I was a little nervous about that. Some of my ex-friends - like Katie, who'd tried to make Damon cheat on me with her back in freshman year - had thought my family was a bit weird. My aunts and uncles - from both my Mom and my Dad - tended to be quite loud, showy people, who argued a lot with each other over success. My Uncle Alden was a director who made horror movies; my Uncle August was a personal assistant to all sorts of celebrities; Uncle Amadeo owned a big law firm in El Paso; Aunt Araluen had a big clothing line 'Hex'; Uncle Airton was a successful fighter pilot, and Aunt Auria was a private midwife. Even my Uncle Lias co-worked with Dad in the hotel industry, mostly working more in the staff hiring area than my dad who oversaw the job as a whole, being the older brother. There was always a lot of bickering at family get togethers, and that wasn't even thinking about all my cousins!
The closer I get to the school, the more and more nervous I became. I could barely see any signs on the sides of the road giving me information as to where it was. When I was still driving past the dark forrests I felt a sense of calm overcome me. Nature always made me happy, even when I was in the confides of my car. The more paved highway I saw though, the more and more anxious I became. I've had anxiety issues for most of my life - ever since I was little and the demonic hand nightmares began; I've had them as long as I know I've been dreaming - but the thought of being late on my first day was just too much! Everyone would see me as some sort of useless joke...
I sighed in frustration and worry. Now how would I get to school! I did not want to be late on my first day! But I could'nt find my way to the school on spite of my best effort.
Then a glimmer of hope appears. There was some one on the side of the road that could maybe help me find my way to the school!
'Excuse me!' I said timidly.
The person looked up. I stopped in my tracks. He was as tall as a majestic tree, about 6'7 in height, with smooth sienna silky skin the colour of russet. His eyes were deep and dark and mysterious like you could get lost in them, I'd never seen eyes quite like them, and i've seen a lot of eyes now I'm sixteen! His hair is as black as a raven's feathery wing and as glossy as Indian ink. He was the most handsome boy I'd ever seen before and for a moment I was totally speechless! He was the polar opposite of Damon - who was all lithe and pale with his blue eyes and indigo hair - so I knew there was something special about him...
'What is wrong?' he said kindly in a voice that was like a babbling brook and a roaring wave all at once.
'Oh sorry I was just wondering if you knew where the school was.' I said breathlessly.
'Are you a new student there?' He asked.
'Yes today's my first day. I'm really nervous that I won't fit in!' I confided.
He looked at me and smiled showing teeth that were straight and white. 'Don't worry about fitting in, just be yourself!'
I smiled back then. 'Hey that's what my mom always says!' I said.
'She sounds like a wise woman.' He said.
'Oh she is.' My mom was the wisest woman ever.
'I know a lot about not fitting in…..' he said with a tragic hint in his dulcety voice...
We looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds that felt like a day. I watned to stay there a long time but then I was snapped back to reality with a harsh jolt.
'Oh No!' I exclaimed. 'I'm going to be soo late.'
'Don't worry, I can show you the way.' He said.
'Do you go to Forks High School?' I can't help but ask as he began walking back over to where he'd propped up his motorbike against a tree off the side of the road. I'm really hoping he'll turn around and say yes. It'd be SO reassuring having someone so kind and approachable in an unknown area.
'I'm afraid not,' he calls and I bit back the urge to sigh. 'I live on the La Push Reservation.' He begins to explain as he dragged his bike back over to where I was standing, stopping as he came a couple of meters away. 'We have a school there where I attend but we've got the day off today so I was just going for a ride...had to stop as I thought something was in my tire!'
Looking closer I realise how tired he actually looks, not like it takes anything away from his exotic beauty; but it made my heart warm a little more towards him. I knew the feeling of not being able to sleep at night for whatever reasons. Not like i was just going to mention it to him when we've just met. I didn't want him thinking I was crazy or something!
"You've been to the school before though?' I asked. I was a little curious as to how he could no the way. Even in such a small town, you couldn't expect people to know where everything was!
'One of my friends goes there,' the boy explained as he began putting a pair of motorcycle gloves on over his large hands. I had a feeling they would be custom made as his hands were one of the biggest pairs i'd ever seen! 'She's called Bella,' he adds. 'Bella Swan. Maybe you'll meet her?' He looked hopeful then and I couldn't help but smile. Maybe making friends would be a little easier than I'd been worrying about?
'Maybe I will.' I echoed as I got back into my car and flashed him a small smile, one which seemed to make him blush slightly; making my smile increase a little more.
'Just follow my bike,' he instructed. 'I'll get you there so you're not late!'
Following the bike made my anxiety go down a lot. I still made sure to check all the signs as I drove after the guy's bike, hoping that I'd manage to remember the way back home so I wasn't driving around for hours; getting increasingly drowned in my own lost despair. Mom told me some of the kids got buses to school but we were too far out for me to even dream of catching one; the buses were for the kids closer into the town of Forks. Part of me was expecting the inevitable small-town attitudes, but it wasn't fair to have such a closed mind. Mom had always told me it wasn't my place to judge until I properly knew what someone was about.
When i reach the school I can't help but breathe out a sigh of relief. Its a small series of pedestrian looking buildings, a far cry from the sleek, futuristic layout of my old school. It was more than a little comforting. The smaller the school, the less places there would be to get lost!
'Thank you so much!' I said as I hopped out my vehicle. We were here just in time for school!
'You're welcome….I never did catch your name.' He said questioningly as he began turning his bike around, obviously about to set back off on his driving.
'Oh, it's Lavender.' I blushed. 'Lavender Sparks. What about you?'
'I'm Jacob. Jacob Black.'
As he left, my heart clenched a little. My head was a little over the place as I wandered into the school reception area and collected my timetable for the day. First lesson was Trigonometry. Joy!
The school's simplistic layout worked out in my favor though. It helped me find the building quicker and the sounds of other teenagers sighing about the pointlessness of maths led me to the right classroom, where I hang my raincoat up outside before heading on inside the room itself, ignoring the wide-eyed stares some people were giving my hair.
'Welcome to Trig, Lavender.' Said Mr Varner the math teacher. 'We sit in alphabetical order, so you will be there, next to Isabella Swan.'
I nodded and walked over to the desk he pointed to, next to a girl with her head down. She looked up as I sat down. She had pale ivory skin, long straight dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. I saw her straight eyebrows and full lips and then I felt confident this was the girl Jacob had talked about in the car - right down to the surname. Maybe we could be friends! I smiled at her. 'Hi I'm Lavender Sparks, you must be Bella.'
'Yeah.' she mumbled and she didn't smile back.
I felt a little bit less happy. Still, maybe she was shy. I tried again.
'This math looks difficult!' I said brightly. 'I've never been very good at math.'
She shrugged but didn't look at me. 'I read all the time so schoolwork is fine. Maybe you should spend more time reading and less on your hair, it's not a fashion show.' I had to resist the urge to slump completely back into the safety of my jacket and decided it was smarter to just stop trying to talk to her.
Jacob had described her with such positivity and shinning happiness. I hadn't expected her to like me instantly - that would just be stupid - but not someone so cold and callous. She reminded me of the cheerleaders back in Colorado...the one's who always pointed and sniggered whenever I walked through the halls; only this time, she wasn't even wearing a cheerleading outfit! She was the kind of mean girl you never saw coming. The one who looked kind and sweet but in reality was twice as mean as her Regina George looking counterparts.
Trigonometry passed by even slower than my nightmares sitting next to someone who seemed to dislike smiling almost as much as she disliked talking. A couple of the others would turn round in their seats to look at me, always staring at the lavender of my hair or the ring sticking out my small nose; somehow though, their stares cut less than Bella's blank uncaring.
In the rest of my classes, I didn't even bother attempting to speak to people bar saying hello and answering simple questions about myself. I was confused. How could Jacob speak so positively of someone who seemed so horrible? What had I done to Bella Swan to make her dislike me so much? I wish I had a reason but nothing was making sense. The only other class we had together was Spanish and there she didn't seem too fond of the dark haired girl with bright blue eyes who was sat next to her - Jessica. I thought they were friends as Jessica kept turning to her and talking animatedly, but Bella didn't say much back. I'm impressed Jessica keeps talking, but I tried not to stare.
By the time it's lunch, I was feeling sick to my stomach. I felt absolutely no confidence in talking to or going near anyone. My rainmack felt heavy in my small, slender hands - like I was carrying my own rejection and anxiety over my arm - as I wandered into the cafeteriea. It made me feel a little less unhappy when Bella didn't even so much as glare my way, but I still felt a lump in my throat when I saw the dark shine of her mahogany coloured hair. If i wanted to be friends with Jacob after we'd got along so well that morning, I couldn't go complaining about Bella to him. Maybe she had her own problems with new people? I wasn't being fair. Mom had always told me to not immediately judge people and I'd gone and done just that! Still...going and getting in on her personal space wasn't going to make anything good between us.
I didn't want to stand around in the middle of the cafteria though. That'd make me look pathetic and I felt like I didn't need any more markers telling me that was true. I knew I could be a little shy at times but did that really make me seem like someone you wouldn't want to be friends with? No-one around me looked anything similar to me. At most schools you usually had one bunch of Alternative kids. If there was one in Forks, I had no idea where they could be. They could've been sat outside somewhere, away from the main eating area where people tended to say things more; but with the rainfall as heavy as it was outside, I knew that couldn't have been the case.
Knowing I need to go and sit down before people began to notice I hadn't yet, I scan the room quickly. I was going to have to pick the table with the friendliest looking bunch of people, that was all I could do now. Most of the groups of people were mixes of boys and girls, a variety of hairstyles, jackets, bags and animated movements, making a wave of anxiety wash over me. Then my eyes are drawn towards a small group of three girls sitting off by one of the large windows, allowing me to stare at the rain as it pelts down outside. My nerves are trying to warn me this could end disasterously but I know I have to take such a chance before my classmates see me as a complete freak.
I hurried over, clutching the strap of my galaxy patterend backpack tighter and pulling it around my back like a shield. As I got closer, I can get a better look at the girls sitting around the table. Two of them had trays placed in front of them, one of them a lunch box similar to my own.
The two girls sitting on the same side of the table were polar opposites. One was tall and curvy, with long plaits the colour of spun gold, dressed in black jeans similar to mine with a blue jumper on that had a white t-shirt of some sorts placed over it, with a slightly tanned complexion; the other was shorter and heavier, dark hair - such an inky black it looked a little blue in the cafeteria's lighting - cut into a bob, exposing large hoop earrings, and she wore a light pink, woolen dress which looked like an oversized jumper with black tights underneath. The final girl was petite, kind of like me, only she had bright red hair tied back into a ponytail and a pair of cherry red glasses and wore a maroon coloured pinafore with a plain white shirt underneath. They looked like an unusual mix but it wasn't my place to judge.
Clearly they could notice me loitering about near the table because the blonde girl looked over at me and smiled. 'Hi, are you new here?' She said in a friendly way.
I smiled back, I was still a bit nervous after Bella's reaction earlier but this girl seemed nice. 'Yes I just moved here with my mom. I'm Lavender Sparks.'
'Wow, what a great name!' She said. 'I'm Saffron Carter. Would you like to sit with us?'
'Yes please.' I said greatfully and sat down at the table.
'Nice to meet you Lavender!' Said the girl with the dark bob. 'I'm Jade Cho.'
'And name name's Cherry Newark.' Said the red-haired girl, smiling at me kindly as well.
'OMG, I love your hair!' said Saffron.
'It matches your name, that's so cool!' Jade exclaimedd.
'Thanks!' I said shyly. 'My mom named me Lavender because of it, she's got purple hair aswell!'
'And your outfit is so cool.' Cherry said. 'You are so unique!'
I blushed. These girls were soo nice! 'Thank you so much! You made me feel so much better, I was feeling a bit sad and lonely earlier…'
'Oh no! Why?' Said Jade sadly.
'Oh I didn't think anyone liked me.'
'But why would you think that? You seem really cool and nice!' Said Saffron.
'Well the girl I sit next to in math was a bit mean to me.' Maybe I shouldn't say her name...maybe Jacob wouldn't like that. But then Cherry said 'Who was it?'
'Um her name was Bella Swan' I said awkwardly.
'Oh her.' Said Saffron with an unimpressed look instantly coming over her features. 'She can be quite mean. I'm sre it wasn't you!'
'I don't know' I said uncertainly.
'Truthfully! Last year she said I was hitting on her JUST because I'm gay and I wasn't!'
'Oh no!' I exclaimed. 'That's terrible!'
'You're right' said Jade.
'And then her boyfriend, Ewdard Cullen, got really sad…'
'Edward Cullen?' I look around the table at them all then. I felt confused. 'Who's that?'
'He's Bella's boyfriend.' Said Cherry. 'They're like the school's golden couple!'
'Cullen wouldn't date anyone before Bella came along,' Jade adds looking between the three of us then. 'I'm gonna be honest...a lot of people didn't get it. I mean...well, you've met her! She's not the friendleiest of people! But she seemed really kean on him...'
Saffron rolls her eyes at that, pushed her chair back a little and leaned on it. 'Have you seen the guy, Jade? Any girl would be nice if he paid them attention. Except me!'
We all laughed then. It was nice to laugh again, like i had with my friends back home.
'So what made you approach Bella then?' Cherry asks after we all stopped laughing. 'I mean she doesn't smile much and you usually have to say something first to even get a 'hello'!'
'Oh...' I blush again, hoping they wouldn't all laugh when I told them why I'd tried to befriend someone who sounded so mean now. 'Well, I was lost on the way to school, so I asked this guy for help that I met. He was so nice to me and hwe mentioned that Bella was rellay nice too! So I thought I'd try to make friends with her.'
'Who was the guy?' Asked Jade, intruiged.
'He was called Jacob Black.' I said.
'Oh, Jacub!' Cherry exclaimed.
'Do you know him?' I asked.
'Everyone knows him,' said Saffron. 'He's basically Bella's lapdog, he's always following her around.'
'But why?' I asked. 'He seemed so nice and Bella seems a bit mean!'
'I don't know.' Saffron shrugged. 'He is a nice guy you're right but Bella has manipulated him.'
'Everyone knows that Bella will choose to be with Edward she's obviously in love with him. But she's stringing Jacob along as well!' Said Jade.
I gaspsed. That wasn't fair!
'She clearly loves the attention.' Saffron adds. 'I mean the way she acts - like she's better than everyone else here? It's because she has two boys fighting over her!'
I'm so happy I'd found some people who i could trust to be good friends and not tell people all my secrets. As the lunchtime went on we chatted about all sorts of things - books, music, films, video games, clothes - and although we weren't all identical it helps me realise that friendship doesn't always have to be based around people liking the same things! Jade even said she'd give me a lift to school if I was worried about getting lost again. I told her I'd love that but that I wouldn't ask for it too much - that wouldn't be fair.
Lunch ended and the four of us got up to leave. I was said when I found out none of them had Art now, as Jade was in the other class, but I'd found out I had English with Cherry, Chemistry with Saffron and Music with Jade, so at least I'd be able to see them more in my classes!
Art pretty much flew by. I tend to not like working with paints as they're really messy and tend to get all over the placem, so instead I chose chalks. I am nervous that Mrs Cassidy wouldn't like me chosing to use something different to the other kids, but she just smiled at me and told me my work was amazing. I blushed. I'd been drawing some wolvesfor my first project. Mom had always told me wolves were really important and powerful animals, and I had a really good memory with them!
When i was little mom and dad had taken me to the zoo and we'd gone to the wolf enclosure. All the wolves behind the fence had run over to me. I'd been scared at first but they didn't growl or snarl at me. They just looked at me wisely, like they could see into my heart and knew everything. The zoo keepers had been scared and had yelled at me to get away from the cage, which I did, but I knew they would have never hurt me. For years I'd fostered a wolf at that zoo. He'd been called Silver - as he had the most beautiful grey coat wtih shining silver streaks and the most beautieful blue eyes the colour of burning sapphires - and I'd loved him so much even if I never got to see him. The fact my hair and his coat were strange meant I knew we understood each other! He'd run away from the zoo last year and I had no idea where he'd gone. I just hoped he'd be happy wherever he managed to go.
Overall i was feeling prety good when I came out of school. I had almost forgotten Bella's mean words and mean looks after meeting my lovely new friends and getting so lost in my art - creative always makes me feel so much more free! As I was walking out towards my car a voice stopped me in my tracks.
'Hey Lavender!'
I turned around and I gasped. It was Jacob Black!
'Oh hi!' I smiled brightly. 'What are you doing here?' I asked.
'Oh I'm waiting for Bella.' He smiled with his amazing smile.
'Oh.' I said and i felt my own smile stop a bit. But I should not say mean things about Bella to Jacob I knew, so I forced it back and said 'That's cool!'
'Yeah!' He said. ' anyway how was your first day Lavender?'
It was soo nice of him to ask! 'It was good, thanks for asking me!' I said and blushed
'What's your favorite lesson?' asked Jacob.
'Art.' I told him.
'Wow, me to!' He exclaimed.
'That's so great!' I said. 'My favorite thing to draw are wolves, I love wolves so much.'
'They're so beuatiful and amazing arent they?' Asked Jacob really excited. We had so much in common! We both lvoed art and wolves! But then I say Bella coming out of the corner of my eye and my happiness turned dusty and grey.
'Oh I'd better go' said Jacob. 'But before I do - would you like to come toa party I'm having Lavender? It might be a good way to meet some more people now you're in Forks!'
'Wow, thank you!' I exclaimed. 'I'll ask my mom but I'm sure she'll be fine with it.'
'Awesome! It will be so nice to have you there, Lavender.' Jacob smield again and I wanted him to stay but Bealla was just round the corner so I knew he had to go.
'I'll see you soon, Jacob!' I smiled brightly and waved.
A party? Was all i can think as I walked back to my car, knowing Bella had given me a nasty sideglance after she realised I'd been talking to Jacob, but I was too happy to care! Jacob had invited me to his party! I was a little nervous, the fact I knew Bella was gonna be there and she might have some of her friends with her, who I new weren't going like me either, but seeing Jacob would make things more than worth it!
Bella could think what she wanted.
I wasn't scared.