Hey, I just want to thank all the people who reviewed! I'm just going to warn you, from now on I am going to update less often and a bit sporadically, sorry for that! I'm going to try to stick to BPOV mainly, throwing in Paul and Seth at important or funny parts. Mainly because, well, I'm a girl, not a dude with a dong. ON WITH THE STORY! On with the story, I say, on with it! And, OMFG! I totally forgot! I own nothing, not the characters, not the setting, it all belongs to the wonderful SM!
BPOV
Seth is staring at me still, and now Paul is snarling. I hope he doesn't get furry on me, cause honestly I would rather not be smooshed against the wall of the small living room and get fur in my mouth.
"Soooo, are you going to show me that damn bike now, Paul?" I say loudly, trying to break the growing tension in the room. Actually, it was quite a genius idea if I do say so myself.
"Yeah. I like you, so if you like it you can buy it off me." And then he leads me to the garage. There is a car in there, but I don't pay any attention. The bike completely captivates me. It's large, but sleek. Shiny black paint with stripes of matte black, it is gorgeous!
"How much do you want for it?" I immediately gasp when he says, "Just give me three and a half grand and she's all yours." It's like fate, I think dreamily as I grab the money and thrust it right under his nose. His eyes get really big, and he says, "You know you don't have to pay for it all right now, right?" I nod, and then split the wad of cash in half.
"Okay, how about this: I take it home with me today, tomorrow I get it checked out at the body shop, and the day after that, Saturday, you can come with me to the DMV to get it registered to me and all?" I ask him hoping he says yes so I can see him again on Saturday. He nods, and I look to the bike and back to him. He sighs, but relents. "Go ahead," And I hurry over to it. I lovingly stroke the sides, and then I get on and just sit on it, hugging it. I keep muttering things like "So awesome," "So amazing," or any other positive adjective.
"How long do you think she's gonna molest that thing for?" I hear somebody loudly whisper, and look to see that it was Seth. He must have followed us. Paul is next to him, laughing.
"Are you guys laughing at me? Seriously?" I ask, exasperated. They just laugh more at the look of frustration on my face, which really pisses me off. So, I grab the nearest thing to me, which happens to be a wrench, and I fling it at Seths head. It misses by about an inch, and he looks startled. I cackle at the look on his face, and hop off the bike to walk over.
"You could have killed me!" I just laugh at Seths horrified look. "What about your werewolf super healing?"
"Oh. Yeah." Paul rolls his eyes and looks to me.
"So, on Saturday, do you want to grab dinner with me in Port Angeles after we go to the DMV? Maybe go to a movie if it's too early to eat?" I look into his eyes. He looks sincere enough, I guess, so I agree. We all say goodbye, and I hop on the bike and drive to where my truck is parked.
I have to struggle a lot to get the bike into the back of my truck, and with a final shove, I get it in, but some part on it cuts the shit out of my arm, and it starts bleeding a shitload. Damnit! I look at the gash, and I think I see some things that definitely should not be visible. I run away from the truck and vomit what little food was in my stomach, and then I pull my over shirt off to wrap around the gash. I'm feeling queasy and faint as I hop in the truck, but somehow I manage to make it the whole hour drive to the Forks hospital.
I drive into the ER parking lot and rush inside, and when I say that I'm the chefs daughter and I can't use my hand, they let me go straight back to a room. A nurse comes in and helps me fill out some forms, and I tell her not to call Charlie. He would just worry and ban me from doing something else.
When the doctor comes back, I don't pay attention to him, just wait for him to finish sewing me up. It hurt so much, even after the crap they fed me through the IV they stuck in my arm. I was getting really antsy when he put in the last few, and after getting my insurance put down and all, I headed home. Charlie was asleep on his chair, and I threw a blanket over him before I went and got ready for bed.
I was pissed when I took my shower because I had to be really careful with the bandaging all over my right forearm. I threw on some night clothes and fell onto the bed, asleep before my fucking head hit the pillow.
I woke the next morning to my arm throbbing up a shitstorm, and I pissily got ready for school after taking a couple of ibuprofen. Charlie had already left for work, so I didn't have to explain my arm yet. And then, I had to remember that I forgot to put the motorcycle in the garage, so he must have seen it this morning. Shit. I was never going to hear the end of that.
But… he is the chief of police, so it's not like he's going to pull me over because it isn't registered to me…
I drag it out of the bed of the truck and quickly start it up and head to school. It is so amazingly fucktasticly almost orgasmically awesome! When I pull up, everyone looks at me.
"Doesn't it take coordination to drive one of those, Swan?" calls some idiot from the back of the gathering crowd. I just give the general group of people the one fingered salute and then force my way through some people.
All day, I hear the usual whispers. "Frigid bitch," "Cunt," "Emo," "Goth," "Cutter," None of it's new, but it pisses me off anyway. And then, at the end of the day, as I walk towards , Lauren Fucking Mallory comes up to me.
"How the hell did you get that bike? I bet you fucked the guy it belonged to and made off with it, slut." And….I lose it.
"Says the fucking school doorknob. There isn't a guy at this school who hasn't taken a turn on you, is there? I'll bet," I pause, "Even the teachers have had a go. How else could you not be failing your classes. Did you blow Mr. Banner to get that B- on your Biology test? You must suck," –haha. No pun intended- " at blowing to give head and still get just an average grade." And then she tries to get me with her damn claws.
"Ah, hell no!" I say when I feel three burning lines on my right cheek. "I fight for real, bitch, you sure you wanna do this, bitch?" before I finish talking, she lets out a feeble scream and leaps on me. I think she expected to tackle me or something. No way in hell is her anorexic ass taking me down. I punch her right in the nose, and am satisfied when I feel it give way and break. She lets out an outraged scream as blood starts pouring out. I just walk away with a "I'm sure you can have your daddy pay for another nosejob."
I shoot the people who were watching that sad excuse for a fight a dirty look, and quickly hop on my baby and drive away.
I go straight to the mechanics and they look it over before telling me that it's in tip-top shape. I hurriedly head home, and when I pull into the drive way, Charlie is on the porch. He looks livid.
I slowly get off and pull my helmet off (Yeah, I bought one on the way home). "Hey, Ch-dad," I tentatively call out. That seems to trigger something in home, though, because then, he starts-
"What the hell do you think you're doing riding that death-trap? And where the hell did you get it? Do you even have a license for it? Because, I assure you, I will arrest you!" And then he goes on this rant against motorcycles. I calmly explain that I got my license a couple of weeks ago up in Port Angeles, and that I bought it off a guy down on the rez, and that I was careful, and all that shit, blahblahblah.
He eventually stops yammering on about it and I go inside to find that he had ordered pizza. Thank god, I did not want to cook.
I fell asleep that night looking forward to my "date" with Paul tomorrow.
So, what did you think? I hope liked it! Like I said, I'm going to be updating less often now, but no worries, I will not not update for more than two weeks, at most! Review please, and if you want leave your name and some details about yourself (describe yourself, hair color, skin color, eyes, faves, etc.) so if I do use you, your character won't be completely off base. Also, I'm making another story to put outtakes in. If there are parts where you want ANY specific outtake, I will put it there! Please review, they make Lauren Mallorys dad say "no" to her getting her nose fixed! XD)) ( it's a grinning fat man…)
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