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Ch. 3 La Push
I woke up early and showered. I pulled on a blue sweater that hung over my shoulders, jeans, and my black and white checked rain boots. I skipped down the stairs, to get breakfast. After I ate, I went to search for my dad.
I found him painting in his studio. The walls were lined with his beautiful abstract creations. The one he was working on now was a mixture of blue, purple, and white hues. It reminded me of a lake.
He smiled at me when he noticed I was there. "I like that painting," I complemented him, returning his smile.
"Thanks," he said, "When are they picking you up for the La Push trip?" Before I could answer the doorbell rang.
"Now," I said surprised. He kissed my forehead, and I ran to the door, grabbing my purse and $40 before I left.
I climbed into Kyle's mom's SUV. There weren't enough seats for everyone, and I was last. So, I sat on top of Penelope.
"I'm on top next time," she said when we got out.
I blushed, "Sorry."
"No, no, you're tiny, you're not heavy," she reassured me, and I noticed for the first time that she was two inches taller than me. "I just want to sit on top."
I laughed and we started talking about music again. The 10 of us walked to the beach. We trekked through the woods, I didn't fall once. We examined tide pools. Then we decided we were all starving. So we went in search of a good restaurant.
The sub shop did look promising. I saw a meatball sub on the menu and I was saved. I sat down with my sandwich, and tried to focus on the conversation. A few people were talking about an upcoming algebra test; I gave up on that one. Others were discussing they're favorite animals, TV shows, etc.
My attention drifted and I saw a group of locals that caught my eye. There were 5 of them. They sat in a circle, and were in an intense conversation. But that wasn't what was interesting about them. They all looked exactly alike. Dark, russet skin that could only belong to members of the Quiluete tribe, black hair, cropped short (except for one who had shaggy, long hair), and dark eyes.
One stood up to dump his tray and I gasped. That had to be the tallest person I had ever seen. 6 foot 7 at least. He did a double-take and looked at me curiously. Shit. I had been staring with my mouth open. I blushed, and looked down at my sandwich. When I looked up again, the boy was sitting down again, but looking at me intently instead of listening to the conversation.
As embarrassed and uncomfortable I was, I couldn't look away from his eyes. I felt bizarre. My stomach had decided to be a gymnast and was flipping over and over. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt dizzy.
I stood up involuntarily and grabbed my half eaten sub, to cover my impulsive action. I didn't understand why I wanted to go over to the boy. To tell him to leave me alone, perhaps, or maybe just to talk to him.
I bit my lip as I sat down and started to talk to Penelope. When we stood to leave, I noticed that the boy and his friends were still there, and he was still looking at me. When I walked by, he stood up, ignoring his friends stares, and walked over to me. I froze, confused.
"Um…hi," he said in a husky voice. "My name is Embry Call."
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I tried again. "I'm Melody." I stuck out my hand, and he took it. I jumped slightly when we touched. His skin was burning hot, but what made me jump was the electric shock that ran through me.
"Are you and your friends from Forks?" He asked politely.
I couldn't talk so I just nodded. He sighed. "Why?" I asked.
"It's just…well. I um…thought I should show you guys around." It sounded like a question. Was he feeling the same way as me?
"Sure. Would your friends mind?" I gestured to the other boys who were staring at us confused. He shook his head.
"Have you ever heard any Quiluete legends?" he asked as he led the way out of the sub shop. I shook my head. Embry chuckled darkly, and then began telling the stories of his tribe.