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Ava's POV

I am not a morning person, surprisingly Paul used to be, but that was before. I need at least eight hours and seventeen minutes of sleep for me to function properly the next day, which was why I was so pissed off as I stumbled at seven in the morning towards the door. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I let out a curse as I stubbed my toe against the table in the hall. Fumbling blindly for the light switch I snapped my eyes shut as a bright light engulfed the enclosed space. I was going to bloody kill whoever was at the door!

Glancing quickly around I rolled a half empty bottle of wine underneath the couch and moved the rug so it covered my mother's latest sick stain before running a hand through my knotted hair and slowly turning the door knob while painting a glare on my face.

"Ava!"

The voice was way too cheery. Way to hyper. One of those days I was going to check her into rehab so someone could get her off the coffee. I groaned and leant against the doorway. It was fricken cold!

"What do you want?" I snapped.

Delilah smirked. Sleepily I eyed Oliver's shirt that was drowning her skinny frame and her tousled hair which meant she had literally just fallen out of bed.

"Did you stay at Oliver's again?"

A cold breeze tickled my bare skin and I hugged my arms tighter around my stomach. Inside the house I could hear a distant cough. Oh God, I hoped my Mum wasn't waking up already.

"You. Me. Breakfast now," Delilah snapped her painted fingers in my face. She was avoiding my question but I decided playing dumb would be the best option.

"Did you fall and bang your head on the way over here?" I kept my voice chilly, "its seven o'clock in the morning during the summer holidays!"

Delilah didn't even blink. Sometimes I wondered why we were friends. I fought the urge to hit her or something nearby.

"You went home really early. In fact you just disappeared!" she eyes narrowed, "you didn't stay up all night reading did you?"

I shivered and averted my eyes from her burning gaze. Truthfully after I had mopped my mum up and got her into bed I just couldn't fall asleep and when I eventually had my dreams, no nightmares, had been filled with wolfs and my brother's brown eyed friend. A sharp tug pulled at my chest. Unusually I felt vulnerable. Delilah interpreted my silence as a yes and just shook her head knowingly while her mouth turned downwards into a frown.

"Breakfast now!"

Turning my back on her I shook my head.

"Now!" she grabbed onto my arm. I flipped her off as I took another step towards the house.

"When pigs fly," I snarled.

"Well your in luck I saw your brother jumping off that goddamn cliff again and I'm pretty sure you refer to him as a pig!"

I couldn't hold in the snort of laughter that erupted from my throat.

"Its still a no," I told her smiling. Delilah just rolled her eyes, still smirking.

Somehow only ten minutes later I found myself sliding into one of the few booths in La Push's only diner. Wrinkling my nose up in disgust at the smell of sausages wafting form the kitchen I looked down at the worn menu in front of me although I could probably recite it word for word in my head.

"I still cant believe you left the house like that!"

I glanced down at my oversized Star Wars shirt and last night's tiny skirt. Too tried I hadn't bothered with my contacts instead I had on my huge glasses. Glancing once again down at the menu I just shrugged.

"Coming from the girl wearing Oliver's shirt. I bet it hasn't ever been washed."

A few people turned to look at us. There was never any bloody privacy in La Push.

"He does too wash!"

"Whatever you want to believe hunny."

She stuck her tongue out at me and I slouched down in my seat as the door pinged and my brother and Jared walked in. Feeling a headache coming on I buried my head in my hands.

"Oh crap," Dee whispered rubbing a soothing hand up and down my arm. Resisting the urge to slap her I looked up to see Kim shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"What would you like?" although her words were directed at us she kept glancing over towards where Jared was sitting. A blush spread quickly across her tanned skin. Across from me Delilah mimed being sick. Across the diner I could make out Jared narrowing his eyes at us.

"Yoo hoo," Delilah waved her hands in front of Kim, "we're over here!"

Reluctantly Kim dragged her eyes back to us but her body was still twisted in Jared's direction. He had so much control over her and she didn't even notice.

"What do you want?" she tapped her pen impatiently on our table.

"A vanilla milkshake and fries," I stated in a monotone.

"Chocolate chip pancakes."

The door pinged again. Reflexively I turned to see Kyle, Christine and Ian walking casually towards us.

"I wasn't aware this was a family affair," I muttered sourly as Ian slid in beside me pushing me up against the wall. Biting back a curse I elbowed him as my arm knocked against the table.

"Alright?" he smiled.

Why oh why did I know so many morning people?

"Just peachy," I murmured sourly. He lifted his arm up and I scooted closer to him to create more room. Dee raised her eyebrows at me while I just rolled my eyes.

"Where did you go last night?" Kyle asked as he breathed in the smell of breakfast around him. Shrugging I leant more into Ian's warmth.

"I'm surprised you even noticed, you and Christine were too busy sucking face to participate in the conversations," I could hear the smirk in Ian's voice.

"Shut up," Christine growled.

Ah a girl after my own heart, unbelievably she was even worse than me in the mornings. Her red hair looked unwashed and she had purple bruises underneath her half closed eyes. My face heated up as Ian glanced down at me and distracted me from my observations.

"Nice glasses," he grinned.

I punched him in the side. Hard.

"Nice face," I retorted.

"Ouch," Dee laughed and kicked me under the table. Burying my face in Ian's chest I tried to ignore everyone around me. Almost naturally his hand began to stroke my hair. I scowled but bit my lip. He knew I didn't like anyone touching my hair!

A rough cough broke through my wall of thoughts. Instantly my head snapped up.

"You have got to be shitting me," I sighed.

Delilah was stabbing her fork into the table her eyes worried. Everyone else was exchanging almost fearful looks.

"Get you hands off my little sister," Paul growled.

Deliberately I snuggled deeper into Ian's side. Paul seemed to be shaking? His face was contorted red with anger and I noticed Jared standing close by as if he was worried.

Suddenly he cared, that was rich, more probably he just wanted to create a scene.

"I said get your hands off my sister!" His voice sent a shiver down my spine. I wondered just for a second what had happened to the gentle Paul. The smiling Paul.

"Their just friends," Delilah barked gripping the fork even tighter. I saw Kim walking shakily towards the table a tray of food in her hands. Paul reached down and grabbed Ian by the shirt. Seeing red I scrambled over his lap and tried to push Paul backwards.

"You have no right!," I spat, "No right."

"I'm your brother. I have every right," he roared the shaking intensified.

I slapped him

"Shit. Ouch," I screamed as my hand flamed in pain. He was hard! I hated his muscles almost as much as I hated him. Clenching and unclenching my fingers I was relieved to see nothing was broken. Paul was still holding Ian tightly by the shirt. Anger consumed me.

"You are not my brother anymore," my voice was strangely quiet, "it is none of your business but Ian and I are just friends. Now let him go!"

My heart was racing. The whole diner was silent listening in to every word. Exposure was one thing I hated and as always it was his fault. It was always his fault.

"Leave me alone. I don't need your help ever again. Get that?" my voice was cold, emotionless. Paul's eyes widened and for once he looked speechless as shoved Ian roughly back into the booth. I could practically see the clog turning in his brain, trying unsuccessfully to come up with a comeback.

"You have on my shirt!" his voice was fierce. I was thrown by the random change in conversation and I let me guard slip while Jared looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. What an ass.

"If I'm not your brother why are you wearing my shirt?" He was smiling. The asshole was actually smiling. Biting down hard in my bottom lip I didn't even stop to think about what I was doing. Carefully manoeuvring my sore hand I quickly tore my top over my head and threw it to the floor besides Paul. An audible gasp echoed throughout the diner while Paul started to tremble again.

Mechanically I walked to the tray Kim had in her hand and picking up my milkshake I threw it all over Paul. It was surprisingly satisfiying to see him wearing only his cutoffs covered head to toe in vanilla milkshake. I almost smiled. Almost.

"Bye Paul," I murmured before running towards the door.

I prayed I would never set eyes on him again.

"Ava," he roared from inside.

I just kept running, its what I do best.

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This is a bit of a filler but I would still like to know what you think. And don't worry Embry will be appearing again soon J

Until next time x