Autumn II
Chapter 2
"That will be ten dollars and fifty nine cents, Mrs Kiowa."
The elderly lady peered into her tiny weaved purse. Her long tanned wrinkled fingers pushing the unnecessary coins out of the way and with her first finger curling the necessary coins into her palm that held the ten dollar note. Her silver hair was in a fat braid that fell dead straight in the centre hitting the small of her back. Her features were of a model but were consumed by age.
Leah stood in her grey flats, incarcerated in a blue apron she tends to wear for the five odds hours of the first three days of the week. She pushed the brown bag that she had packed full with the goods of the elderly lady towards her. Smiling at the lady who was to hand her the payment of the wondered silently if she could age like that, happy and beautiful, most of all normally with a loving husband and children who also had children that she would call her grandchildren, but she highly doubted such things could happen to her. She lived the crappiest life of all and according to her that was going to remain.
The elderly lady looked up at her smiling.
"Ten fifty nine." The elderly lady looked up at her smiling. She handed over the American currency to Leah and she accepted it gladly placing it in the register that rang amused with the feel of more money as she closed it shut.
"Thank you, my dearest Leah. Tell your mother I'm excepting her Saturday morning at the centre." Mrs Kiowa pulled the brown bag of the counter and made her way out of the store. "I will, goodbye Ms Kay." Leah responded, short after the bell to the door rang, and she was the only one in the convenient store. With her right foot she pulled a stool from behind her closer and sat down opening the glam magazine at the page she previously been reading. She devoured herself into an article about a beauty regimen, when the bell to the stores front door rang again. The scent hit her nose in an instant.
She never looked up from her mag as the Res's 'dumb shits' as she like to call them walked in. "Argh! I told you Leah worked on Tuesdays." She was sure it was Paul who spoke the words but she didn't acknowledge them and tried to keep reading.
"Shut up, she probably heard you." Jared, in Leah's words 'Sam's Bitch' hissed quietly. Although Leah thought of Jared in such a way she did not hate him, she always had liked Jared. He was quite, down to earth and sensitive but not in a sissy way. She remembered in that moment, the early days of when she had been dating Sam and he had introduced her to his friends. He had introduced Jared as the 'kindest guy you'll ever meet; the brother he wished he always had'. Dumb shit! Why you reminiscing about Sam, Leah? Or Jared, his bitch. She argued with herself quietly.
"Does it look like I care?" She could hear Paul whisper back. The stores doorbell rang again. Leah's body went stiff as his scent swam it's self to her nose.
Sam's eyes shifted across the store as his mind registered that Leah was on call. His eyes fell on her hunched back, the straps of her blue apron on the base of her back. The same emotions he felt whenever he was near her washed over him. In the same torturing order; Love, pain-from the imprint pull, guilt of thinking of Leah in the way he used to instead of Emily, sympathy, guilt again of ever hurting Leah the way he did, then anger for her being so damn unforgiving, and finally more guilt for breaking his promise to her.
Jared and Paul disappeared into the isle of the store in search of something to suit their hunger, instead of going after them and hunting out the items Emily had sent him to buy, he found his legs pounding the floor towards Leah, who had some sort of magazine covering her face.
"Hey" Sam tried to sound causal but his voice broke and the 'hey' came out in parts.
Leah peered over the rim of the magazine at Sam who seemed to have grown an inch taller since the last time she had seen him which was not long ago. He had his hand in his pockets.
His right hand pressed against the shopping list Emily had provided him with.
Leah simply rolled her eyes and stared at the words on the page of the magazine waiting to hear his feet move away from her. But that did not happen.
He hated that him and Leah couldn't just be friends, he hated that she hated him. To be honest, he just hated himself. He sighed deeply. "Lea…" She didn't even let him finish what he had to say. She stood up quickly her temper wearing thin. "What is it you want? Huh? Because I don't have time to chit chat with you Sam." His name burned in her mouth.
His tongue pressed against the side of his left cheek, his eyes lowered, and the embarrassment washing over him. His right hand grabbed the white folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He unfolded the list of goods and placed it flat out on its back.
Leah looked at the sheet of paper with disgust. She snatched the sheet as Sam was pushing it towards her. She looked at the sheet her eyes bringing the neatly written words alive to audio in her head. 'Sam, please buy, a loaf of bread, cheese, apples, chocolate spread, tomatoes…" Leah slammed the crinkled sheet down on the counter. She hated how her head still memorised that bitches voice. Leah let out a short breath. "If you want me to go grocery hunting it's a three fifty charge" Leah's long finger pointed to the board behind her. Sam tried his hardest not to follow the trail she was leading behind her with her finger but instead he stared right at her. If she was going to play 'lets be the enemy' with him he wasn't going to give her what she wanted, because what she was doing right now and what she's been doing for the past few months was childish and unnecessary. If she wasn't so juvenile maybe they could work out they're differences but she was so, so, so stubborn! Sam flinched a little with annoyance.
"I know" He replied softly, trying to win her over…a bit.
Leah's eyes narrowed. First, he fucks my blood cousin behind by back, now he wants me running around playing goose. Dip shit-thumb suckin-asshole-humping-crack head-motherfuck… Leah dragged the list of the counter as she dragged her heavy feet away from her seat, stomping out into the shops isle, all while listing every swear word in the modern day English dictionary.
As Leah swooped past him, the air was vicious. Just as vicious as that very night he told Leah why he had been avoiding her, it felt like deja-vu to him because she had stomped right passed him as she had now and her hair had looked like it was in flight as the cold air smacked him hard across the face. She had walked right out of his life just as he hers. He had done her wrong in so many ways it kept him a wake at night sometimes, then he will look to his left to find his perfect other half lying next to him and wonder why he was worrying about Leah anyways. Then the next morning he'll be walking round to his Mom's alone and feel guilty about last night and his ever forgetful thoughts of Leah. His heart will never let him admit it when he's around Emily but when he's alone and the imprint pull is not at its strongest, his heart will admit he was torn between Leah and Emily. But to be honest there was no point being torn because Leah was nothing anymore and Emily was everything now.
The shopping basket hangs loosely in Leahs hand although it's pretty full. When the shop is empty, well, empty as in no humans are around, she could be the superwoman she was instead of the weak girl who needs help carrying a box of new goods when humans were around. Leah's eyes effortless scanned the isle for the jar of honey that was on Emily's stupid list. As she placed the item in the basket, she could hear the quite mumbles of Jared and Paul voices travel from the freezers isle to her ears.
"Kim loves the bubble gum flavour." The imprint love was practically dripping out his mouth, escaping with his words. Leahs face scrunched up in disgust.
"Really, I brought Rachel some and she hated it." Leah's lips shaped into a small smile; she knew Paul would reply with those words. She remembered nearly over a week ago she went to hang with Rachel and she had thrown her the tub of ice cream, she loved bubblegum ice cream and she had devoured the tub with pleasure. Rachel had watched her eat it, as she spoke of how Paul never remembers anything she says and how she had told him she hated bubblegum but he went and brought it thinking she liked it. Leah remembered calling him a 'dimwitt' and Rachel laughing with her.
Imprinting is so complicated, why is it that Jared and Kim are so sickly in love and Paul and Rachel are just…in love. Why is it Sam had to imprint on Emily of all girls, why? Just… Why? Imprinting is just a huge question mark and it keeps Leah awake at night sometimes. Just wondering if he had not imprinted will she still be with Sam or would something else had ruin their relationship? If she imprints will she no longer fill so empty? Will she even imprint, ever?
Imprint.
The word its self is so demanding and ugly. Leah shook her head loose her hair swaying slightly from the movement. Her brown eyes glanced down at the paper and she wondered if the two of them plan to cause her pain. Tomatoes, cream, potatoes, period towels… Even when the two of them were not in sight, they still caused her agony. Stupid Emily, and her stupid periods, stupid Sam an his fucked up self. Not only is Leah a big man wolf, a murderer, loverless but she is also unable to conceive. It's almost as if the whole world is willing her to just jump off a cliff, to end her miserable life of a mistake. Leah once used to laugh at those who pitied themselves so, why couldn't they just get up and do something about they're unhappiness rather than just sit there wallowing in they're own self pity. Those thoughts of her seem so long ago now. Now that she is just as miserable as those she once used to laughed at.
As Leah came at the end of the Household items isle, she could make out Sam's profile, his back was to her. There was always something she liked about his back. Sam was always an athletic build a cause of him playing almost every sport that the Towns high school could offer, this came with advantages and disadvantages. A disadvantage being that he is competitive and always wants to win, in anything and everything he did. That's probably why he just won't give up on making Leah a friend of his. An advantage was that Sam developed this curved back; to Leah it was one of the most attractive things about Sam. The small of his back would just curve far enough that when they hugged her tightly fisted hands would hid themselves there. Now, Emily's probably laid there.
"Eighteen dollars twenty five." Leah holds her hand out impatiently on purpose. She wasn't really impatient she just liked to get to him like the way he gets to her.
Sam looked at Leah for the briefest moment before lowering his eyes to pull out a twenty dollar bill. He handed her the money and proceeded to leave for the door after his friends.
So, your just gonna leave like that? Leah is a hard case you've got to crack her now or she'll never be on your side. Sam stopped in his tracks as his mind went against his actions. "Leah, erm, I was wondering, well Em, was wondering if you might want to come round sometime this week."
Does he not realise I don't like him or his bitch? Leah thought silently to herself. She slowly settled her magazine, turning her wheelie chair towards Sam.
"Sam. I don't know if you've realised but I…" Looking at him, Sam's face held a silent smile to its face, it wasn't prominent but it was there, that stupid hope that she may not turn him down. That this time round she may just say yes and become what he wanted her to be, finally. And for some reason Sam looked like the Sam he once was to her, her Sam, her love… So instead, she said. "..I'll think about it."
"Do you miss him?" After her ridiculous x houred shift at the grocery store. She didn't fancy spending her evening alone, having her thoughts come back to her…WHY? She told SAM, Sam the guy that totally ripped out her heart and fed it to a herd of dogs Sam, that she'll consider spending a day with his fuck buddy Emily whom was her cousin.
With a new batch of popcorn between her knees Leah gave Rachel a cold stare.
Dumping a cheesy puff in her mouth. Rachel muttered. "Of course you do, what a stupid question Rachel." And she comically slapped her forehead, earning her self a pang of pain.
"Geez Rach, don't hurt self." After spilling her 'interesting' Sam orientated day to Rachel, the both of them found themselves lumbering on the sofa and watching whatever they could find on the TV, mostly those of reality TV shows.
"Don't get me wrong I hate the fucker, but I spent the last four years of my life with him."
Leah grabbed the remote from Rachel's armrest. Flickering through the channels herself, doing a sufficient job, keeping her sadden eyes away from Rachel.
"Yeah, but you've got the whole of your life a head of you, get over the 'fucker' and meet someone new and treat him on the terms of the 'civilised'." Leah sat up on her sofa.
"What? I AM over him." Rachel's left eyebrow arched with doubt. "I'm over him."
"Then why are you still angry." This time is was Rachel's turn to sit up. The large bowls of snacks levelled on the floor. "He fucked my blood cousin behind my back, how can I not be angry!" Just as Leah finished her out break. A Loud groan was heard from the door. And Jacob Black came walking through the front door. Rachel relaxed back into her chair pulling the bowl of cheese puffs onto her lap.
"All I want to do is eat and sleep in my own home but that isn't going to happen. No, because Leah Clearwater is here again and where Clearwater goes trouble must follow." Jacob let's out a smug grin his hands in his pockets. Leah rolled her eyes. It had been nearly a month since Jacobs's incident, two weeks ago Jacob was up and running, the incident long gone in his mind, but his relationship hadn't gotten better with Leah. Despite her apology, Jacob still thought of her as an ungrateful bitch and Leah still thought of Jacob as a naive dick. She dismissed of Jacobs arrival and continued with her conversation with Rachel. "I am over him." Leah simply stated putting her legs up on to the sofa. Rachel sighed slightly agitated by her friends disbelief.
"What are you lot been talking about?" Jacob asked grabbing a bunch of Rachel's popcorn, a trail of popcorn falling onto the floor. Rachel waved him away.
"None of your business Black." Leah stated in disgust. Jacob leant over Rachels sofa
"I'm sorry Clearwater but do you realise that there are two Blacks in the room, I know your uneducated so you don't know how to count on all but I'm sure you're able to realise when you have two of the same thing in the same room." Leah scrunched up her face in confusion at his ridiculous come back and prepared one of her own. "Really, I' think you should go back to school and get an understanding of how to love yourself as you clearly think less of your self and your own race to go fall in love with a weak white thing of a girl." Leah wasn't racists and she was not against interracial relationships. She just did not like Bella Swan or the fact that she was the first to peruse such feelings of love to Jacob, it unnevered her that Jacob did not seem to see anything in the indie girls.
"Wow, you just get meaner and meaner, tell me something Leah, is it Lee or Leah 'cause I'm not sure whether you're a girl or a boy, y'know seeing as you phase on all." How lame are his stupid comebacks. Leah's hand balled into a fist, one of these day she'll just want to rip out his balls and fed them to a couple of wolves and then they'll see who the "boy" he'll be.
"How lame can you get, Black." It was a cold murmur, and she swiftly turned her attention to Rachel.
"Can I please, kill your brother?" Leah clamped her hands together to make the sign of prayer, desperation blantly washed over in her eyes.
"Oh, so you want to attempt another murder, you make me sick Clearwater, me and your brother are friends, you would really do this to him?" Jacob was practically gleaming within. There was something about pissing Leah of that gave him a rush of satisfaction. Leaning over Rachel's sofa Jacob's smile got wider as Leah got angrier.
Leah stared hard at his stupid boy-man face and as she considered throwing the bowl of popcorn at him but the popcorn bowl will probably fail at its job and crack from the impact and Jacob dick face will probably run off giggling like a girl.
She sighed with irritation as she fell back into the sofa.
"Fuck you."
She said it so casually as if she was saying a simple 'Hello' that it made the words seem so much colder. Rachel placed another cheese puff in her mouth as she played out her daily actions of blocking out her reunited best friends quarrels or 'wolf fights meets WWE' as she likes to call them, with her baby brother. She simply rolled her eyes and thought of what she was going to cook for dinner tomorrow.
Jacob's eyes narrowed, weary of Leah's reaction.
But realising that she was not going to play their little game Jacob proceeded to leave for his room. With his back turned to living room and its occupants, he gave Leah his last words.
"With pleasure."
Hey Ladies and gents im back after….a year..hopefully you didn't realise. Im soo sorry I wasn't supposed to be gone this long but for some reason I had major writers block even though I knew what I had to write silly me *slap self*.
Hopefully next chap will be up before the end of this week maybe you'll be lucky and get two I'll see how I'll feel like. Please review and tell me what you think. :)
PS. sorry for the short chap like i said before hand for some reason I didn't know how to start the second chapter :P Also sorry for any mistakes I was soo giddy to get this finally out that i only checked it once..naughty me. HAHAHA
With love
Xlilmisstrouble.
