Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. It belongs to the creative mind that is Stephanie Meyer. I don't own the story title or main starting plot. I adopted this story from MariMart since she can't continue the story. But I'm completely re-writing the story, from different POV and with many other differences. If you are interested in seeing the original please go to MariMart's page and read the 10 chapters she has posted, it's a great story start and I hope I can do it justice.
Chapter Three
Monday
Embry's POV
Because I had gone to talk to the pack on Friday, I hadn't gotten to seen Lydia. I couldn't see her over the weekend because some idiot decided the library should be closed on the weekends. And yes, I knew how pathetic I sound.
Despite the fact that Quil and Jake had imprints, they still cracked jokes about how needy I was acting all weekend. It didn't help that Emmett and Seth joined in. I wasn't needy and I would keep telling them that until they believed me.
As soon as I finished my summer classes on Monday I raced to the library, to Lydia… At a totally not needy rate. I had gotten an A+ on the project we worked on together and really wanted to tell her.
My teacher had actually questioned if I did it myself. When I told him I had gotten ''tutoring,'' he let it go saying, "You should have done it sooner."
I arrived at the library and quickly roamed through the shelves searching for Lydia. My head shot up and ears pricked when I heard her voice. I quickened my pace, following the sound of her voice.
I found her talking to someone. Talking to Quil? Of all people, she was talking to him. If he was saying anything about me thinking about her all weekend I was going to punch him.
Claire, standing beside Quil holding his hand in hers, spotted me first. "Embry!" she called, waving to me.
Lydia's grin moved from the younger girl to me. ''Hi, Embry.''
Quill smiled sheepishly at me. ''Hey, Embry.''
''Hi, Lydia. Quil.''
''Oh, you guys know each other?'' Lydia asked looking between the two of us.
''Unfortunately,'' I answered.
''I'm hurt, right here,'' Quil said dramatically pointing to his heart. Lydia just smiles.
''So... What'cha get on your project?'' Lidia asked, her eyes dancing with anticipation.
''Well…. I know you helped me with it and all, but I'm sorry to say that there's no way I could've gotten an A+ without you," I said as I moved to stand closer to her. She whacks my arm with a paperback book she had been holding.
''Jerk, you had me going for a second there. If you had gotten an F, I would've been ticked.'' Before I could reply, Quil spoke up.
''Wait, you got an A+ in History?" he said at me before turning on Lydia. "What have you done with the real Embry?''
''Very funny Quil,'' I said sarcastically. Quil laughs before turning to Claire.
''I'm funny right, Claire bear?''
''Quil's always funny,'' Claire nodded. Both Lydia and I snort at how over played the young girl's reaction was.
''At least someone thinks I'm funny,'' Quil said picking up Claire, via piggyback. ''It was nice to meet you Lydia.''
''You too, Quil. Bye Claire,'' Lydia smiled.
''Bye Lydia,'' both Quil and Claire said before leaving us.
There's a steady silence between the two of us for a while. So I answered an unasked question. ''I've known Quil, pretty much my whole life. He's kind of annoying, but a good friend."
''Put up with anyone for that long and they will seem annoying,'' she said turning to the book shelf behind her and placing the book in her hands back in its place.
''Nah, not me,'' I said; wordlessly I started helping her sort books from her loaded cart to the sturdy shelves.
''Keep telling yourself that,'' she quips with a cheeky smirk, looking at me from the corner of her eye.
''So do you have any childhood friends?'' I asked, trying to keep the conversation going.
"I moved around a lot as a kid. Didn't really have time to make friends or the effort to keep in contact with them after I moved on." Her face falls a little as she struggles to reach the highest shelf. I take the book from her and effortlessly place it where she was trying to put it.
"That must have sucked."
"No," she chuckled a little, but it's a sad chuckle. "It let me be whoever I wanted to be," she said quietly, shaking her head as though not wanting to think about something. "I tried a few times to keep in contacted with some of them, but it became too much of a hassle. They moved on. I moved on," she said a little louder.
"Where have you lived?" I ask after a long moment of silence. "You said New York City, right?"
"No, just New York the state. Lived all around it, but never made it to NYC. My Dad always said it was over rated and not inspiring enough. He's an author, that's why we moved so much." She smiled sheepishly. "After every few months he would say, 'Inspiration won't come to you, you must go to it'," she said in a bad impression of a strong male voice.
"So he writes the books and you stack 'em."
"Pretty much," she smiled, but it doesn't reach all the way to her eyes.
"Have you ever tried to write a book?" I asked, not sure whether to drop this topic of conversation all together or keep going with it.
"Nah, never had the… inspiration. But that's enough about me, tell me about yourself."
"Well" I sighed. "I've lived in La Push all my life with my mum, I didn't know my dad. I don't have siblings, but Quil and Jake have been like brothers to me. They are the best friends a guy could ask for. We all love cars and last year we started fixing up a few of the locals' cars to earn some extra money and it's become a real business as of last month."
"Wow, that's cool," she laughed, the happiness reaching her eyes.
"What are you laughing at?" I smiled as she pushed the last book onto the shelf and turned to look at me.
"We're complete opposites."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, you lived in one place all your life while I never stopped moving. You only have a mum while I on the other hand have my dad and three older brothers. You seem to know what you want to do with your life and I have no idea." She laughs once more before turning with the cart and moving to the other side of the library. I follow after her slowly, thinking over what she had said.
I think up dozens of questions by the time I reached her side. But I let them fade back into my mind as she starts asking me less personal questions. We go on to talk about anything and everything.
Favourite music, movies, books…
I found out she likes old rock and pop music. She found out I like rock, Daft-Punk, Owl City, and Passion Pit.
I let out a disappointed breath when she said she liked Vampire Weekend.
Lydia also loves the movie series Lake Placid and can't choice which of them is her favourite. I tell her how I love old monster movies, and War of Worlds. She says she never really watched the movies I mentioned so I said we were going to have a monster movie marathon. She replies in turn that we should probably have a Lord of the Rings marathon as well since she never saw those either.
She's definitely an avid bookworm who will practically read anything and everything. I asked her what her favourite book was and she said, "To have a favourite you must have a least favourite, and every book is good in its own way."
I tell her I would much rather read comics. She says super hero comics aren't her thing, but she loves The Walking Dead comics. I said I had only watched five minutes of the show and didn't think it was as good as people say. She urged me to at least watch the first few episodes before judging it, but I really should watch all of it.
Once her shift finished I asked her to come to Sue's Diner with me.
She said, "That'd be nice," and sent a text to someone on her phone.
At the diner we continue to find topics to talk about. All of this became a daily thing. I would help her with her work, or she helped me study. Then we'd go to Sue's afterwards.
A couple of times she sees Jake, Leah, Seth and Quil in passing. I briefly give her introductions, but it doesn't go beyond a ''Hi, I'm 'insert name', bye.''
Three weeks later, Jake brings up that I don't really spend time with her outside of the library.
I told him that wasn't true, that we went to the diner as well, but Jake doesn't think it counts. He thinks I should try to meet with her when she's not working.
I mull it over and get to thinking.
What if Jake was right and she thought I just hung out with her for tutoring?
So I began planning.
I had talked to her about having a movie night before.
So I went out and brought popcorn, gummy bears, gummy worms, Lydia's favourite ice-cream, and a whole bunch of chocolate. I rent all the classic monster movies and the whole Lake Placid series.
I abruptly asked her on a Wednesday as she was mumbling under her breath that math made no sense while helping me solve a math problem. "How can you divide feet by miles, it just doesn't work. I'll never understand how someone invented all these stupid rules. How did they know it was right?" She stops scribbling and punching in numbers on my calculator. ''Huh?''
''I thought we could have our movie night, this weekend at my house,'' I repeated.
''Oh, that sounds cool. What day?''
''Is Saturday good?''
''Yeah Saturday works. What time were you thinking?''
''Uh… 5pm and we could order in pizza.''
''Sounds good.'' Then she turns back to the math problem that has been frustrating us both for the past 15 minutes; as though nothing had changed. Until she suddenly looks up and grins widely at me, explaining how she found the answer. I was barely focusing, and she had to explain it to me two more times because all I could think about is Saturday.
Saturday might just be my second favourite day of the week.
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