When I woke up, I didn't know what the time was. Moaning and rollin' over to smack the stupid alarm clock for being a douche at six in the morning, I hit me hand on the sidetable drawer knob instead and cursed.
It really hurt.
"Dumbass alarms." I muttered, getting up properly to turn it off. I actually set an alarm for a Sunday. Talk 'bout idiocy.
Slowly getting up to stand in front of me mirror, I stared at me reflection. Suddenly, everything that happened last night came rushin' back. I stood in front of me mirror and watched as the girl with green eyes, red rimmed, started getting teary again.
You lied to me!
I don't care.
You're not me ma.
I can't do this anymore, keep supporting you.
I'm a disappointment, ain't I, ma.
Ineligible lines flowed through me head, getting so mixed up I couldn't tell apart in our conversation. If you could call it that.
Christ, I thought, quickly wipin' it away You're actin' like she died. It ain't no big deal, she probably just said it in the heat o' the moment. Look on the bright side, yeah. Embry likes ya! And you made new friends!
I stared at meself in the mirror. Lifting a hand, I pulled the corners of me mouth so it would form a smile. It took a minute or so, but I managed to get me eyes to crinkle (y'know, when you laugh, they sorta squint o' something). I huffed in annoyance at me appearance. I may be a tomboy in some ways, but I still care 'bout how I look. And right now I looked like someone tried to kill me with a bat.
Grabbing a brush, I slowly struggled with me long locks to get the stupid mess to calm down. It was not workin'. I sighed and threw the brush on the bed and walked downstairs, prayin' to Almighty and his blessed sons that Emily wasn't waiting for me downstairs. Not happening.
"Good morning, Lizzy." Emily gave a small smile when she saw me and reached up to kiss me forehead. I didn't reply. She didn't expect one. "I made cinnamon rolls for you, it's rather late and I thought you wouldn't have an appetite for breakfast. You could have some milk, if you like. Embry will be here in a bit."
I was glad she was avoiding the topic. I nodded and sat down, leanin' over to pour low fat (I liked chocolate but she refused to buy it, meanie) milk into a mug. She sat down with me while I leisurely drank me milk.
"Elizabeth?" She asked and I raised me eyes to look at her hesitant face. "Do you want to talk about anything? At all? You should know I'll always be free to talk to you, you know."
I shrugged and shook me head, putting me glass down and standin' up. "Thanks, Emily. If it's okay with you, I'm gonna go for a run now." I said, starin' at her straight in the eyes and she looked surprised, but nodded slowly. "Okay. Be careful and don't go into the forest."
I sat on me bed, yanking me shoelaces on. Pullin' me shorts on, I walked outside.
It was a really warm day, so I threw me jacket off and stuffed me headphones into me ears, cranked 'Let's Get Ridiculous' on loud (I like American songs, a'right?) and ran.
The rest o' the day passed slow as a snail with withdrawal symptoms, and so did Sunday, I hung out with Embry a lot, he was like me best friend. Except we were kinda more comfortable 'round each other than normal friends should be.
The 'pack' really helped too, with the exception o' Paul, who teased me for crying like a baby 'cause me ma didn't know where La Push was, and I almost attacked him. Quil saved his life though. I would've got him, too.
Anyway, the only good part 'bout it all was that Sam was getting me darling Porche shipped over here and the rest o' me stuff I left behind. It made me sad that me foster ma didn't wanna keep any of me stuff as a reminder o' anything, but I quickly got over it. No point complainin' over somethin' that's not gonna change, I s'pose.
It was Monday, six thirty a.m. and I was woken up in the rudest way possible.
I was sleepin' peacefully, a'right? And then all'ova sudden, 'Wake Me Up' by Avicii started playing outta nowhere on a jukebox really loud and I groaned, covering me face with me pillow. Five seconds later, I felt someone lift up the mattress I was lying on and push it over, successfully flippin' me offa the bed and onto the floor.
I gasped, rolling 'round in me covers, trying to push the mattress offa me. I managed to push it aside and crawled out to see a red faced Embry and Paul laughin' their asses off.
Quickly standing up, I scowled. "That ain't a nice way to wake someone up, guys." I snapped and he ignored me, too busy tryin' to catch a breath.
"Your- laugh- face, was -giggle- hilarious. You should -squeak- go on AFV. I totally should have -gasp- recorded that." He panted, trying to speak between little girly giggles.
I didn't wait to ask what the heck AFV was, I picked up me AP Biology textbook (3 kg book, thank you very much) and hit it hard on the back of Embry's bent head and the side o' Paul's face.
"THAT WAS NOT FUNNY! I COULD'VE SUFFOCATED TO DEATH, YE INSENSITIVE ASSES!" I yelled, repeatedly hittin' them with me book, and their laughter turned to yelps. Serves 'em right. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YE WAKIN' ME UP ON A MONDAY? GET THAT MUSIC THING OUTTA ME ROOM! I AM NOT A PLAYTHIN' FOR YE TWO WHEN YE GET BORED!" At the last word, I hit Paul in his 'family jewels' (if ya can't handle bad words) a.k.a. his balls and he gasped, doublin' over in pain.
"Christ, woman! What in the name of Hell is your problem?" He moaned, clutching himself 'there'.
"Ever heard o' the sayin 'let sleepin' dogs lie'?" I asked, holdin' up me book for protection in case he got up again.
"Hell, you're the bitch herself, Elizabeth." Paul shook his head, straightening up.
I gasped. "You rude lil' bug! First ye wake me up like an ass, then ye insult me! What the frick d'you two want?"
"Emily sent us to wake you up for school, Lizzy." Embry said slowly, holdin' up his hands in surrender and eyein' me book.
I dropped the book. "Oh! Gee, I'm so sorry! Mamma Mia, why didn't ya say so before?" I laughed, completely forgettin' that they almost tried to murder me five minutes ago. Paul gaped at me.
"Well, you did try to kill us, so we were too preoccupied in trying to stay alive than actually remember." He snapped and I waved it away.
"'Ey, no harm done. Thanks for wakin' me up, I would've missed it!" I smiled and pecked the two boys on their cheeks, skippin' outta the room and slammed the bathroom door shut.
Paul and Embry stared at each other. "Well, remind me not to mess with her again." Paul muttered, awkwardly trying to ease the pain in his private area and glaring at the offending book.
"Yeah, God knows what she's going to do next." Embry replied, sighing in relief over the fact that she hadn't hit him there either. It was sore for Paul even though he was a wolf. It was a Biology 3 kg textbook, after all.
An hour later, I stood next to Embry who was desperately trying to get me to walk into the school.
"Lizzy, it won't be that bad, trust me! People'll love you!" He tried again, gently pulling me arm.
I shook me head adamantly. "No, they'll hate me! The weird new kid from Berlin! Oh dear Lord, what if they try to kill me?"
"Lizzy, no one's going to try to kill you, we're here. Plus, you kind of look like us, so you should fit in fine here." Embry said soothingly. It ain't working.
"Nope. I'm officially the stupid new kid who can't solve thirteen plus eighty." I moaned, covering me face with me hands.
Embry huffed in irritation. "Do you always do this when you come to a new school?" He asked, narrowin' his eyes at me.
"No." I muttered "I usually liked goin' to new schools. But if I get kicked outta this one, Embryo, I'mma goner. I'm just tryin' to make Emily and Sam proud o' me." I sighed.
Embry lifted me chin and smiled down at me. "Lizzy, I promise you won't get kicked out. It's near impossible to leave this hell hole until the principal allows it," he shuddered, and I let outta a shaky laugh "and I know for a fact that no matter what, they'll always be proud of you, you're almost like a daughter to them, or sister, more like, because you're almost the same age. Anyway, as long as your proud of yourself, it doesn't matter what other people say. They can go die in a hole for all I care."
I pouted, thinkin' over his words. He was right, I ain't gonna let nobody tell me what to do. Standing up straight, I grinned at Embryo.
"Thanks bud, I owe ya one." I said, reaching up and kissin' his cheek, and quickly walking towards the entrance. I glanced back, Embry was grinnin' and his skin was a shade darker. It felt good that I could make a guy do that. I didn't know I could, and it felt good.
My brilliant mood was perfectly spoiled the second I stepped into the school after collecting me timetable from the front desk lady (Damn stupid map o' the school she gave me, it ain't even got the way to the bathrooms. What if ya had to poop and ended up in the gym instead?).
Every single head turned to stare at me.
I ain't even kidding, there wasn't one kid who wasn't starin' at me like I was a peacock on show.
Clearin' me throat awkwardly, I matched their challenging stares. "What're y'all starin' at? I ain't no Lindsay Lohan, neither do I do drugs. So ignore the dark circles, and look away, y'all." Okay, it wasn't me best line, but I couldn't concentrate with the mixed expressions I was gettin'.
Some people looked annoyed, other impressed and some just shrugged and turned back to what they were doin'.
Heaving a sigh o' relief, I slung me bag higher over me shoulder and marched to me first class, which was Sciences: Physics. Thankfully, I had Embry and Quil with me, so I didn't have to bear the 'new girl' interested glances I was already gettin'.
"Hey, Ferral!" Quil waved from the back row, and pointed at an empty seat beside him, between him and Embry.
I smiled and began to walk towards them when I crossed a pair of girls who glared at me. Rollin' me eyes, I sat down in me seat and sighed.
"That was an impressive intro you gave for a newbie, Ferral. The whole school's going to be talking about you by tomorrow." Quil grinned at me and I groaned.
"Dammit. They were starin', and I had no idea what to say. And those girls were glarin' at me like I was their next bully victim." I said, and he chuckled.
"Those two are Rhoda Jilla and Mickey Smith. You don't want to mess with them." He said and I smiled deviously. Perfect. Queen Bees were so much fun to mess with.
"Uh, Lizzy, I know what you're thinking. Trust me, you don't want to do that. They're.. crazy." Embry looked at me worriedly.
Me smile widened. "'Bout you? Oh, I'mma enjoy this. Thanks, Embry."
"Lizzy, don't-" he started but was cut off when the teacher walked into the room. And I fainted. This was not a teacher. He was Judas's reincarnation. Mixed with like, Nico Di Angelo from Percy Jackson. And the best part? He was hot. Like, really.
"Damn," I sighed, subconsciously bitin' me lip "That's one fine man." It looked like the rest o' the girls in the class were the same as me, 'cause they were giving him the goo-goo eyed look.
"Sick." Quil muttered, glaring at the teacher and crossin' his arms over his chest to lean back in his chair.
"Just 'cause ye can't appreciate fine art don't mean ya gotta criticize it." I scowled, before turnin' back to the teacher and smiling. Quil rolled his eyes and I ignored him.
"Good morning, everyone." Oh dear Lord. He's beautiful. And I love his accent. It's like British and Canadian. And Swedish. (They even got a accent?) And amazing. And I absolutely adore it.
"I'm Zeke Harlow, and I'm going to be your Physics teacher for this year, so bear with me for a bit." He winked. I melted.
"Right, a bit about myself? Uh, I'm twenty five, just finished a major in Yale. I was born on 20 July, in Rochester, New York. I love sciences and brunettes." He said and everyone laughed, except Embry and Quil.
"I'm not going to load you all with homework, because I know what it's like, trust me, and I don't want you guys hating me by day seven. Anyway, today's just an introductory class, I'll get to know all of you, what makes you tick, so to speak, and everyone open your books to page 4." I noted he used his hands when he spoke, and it added to his already burstin' appeal.
Tall, dark features and hair, oozin' self confidence, bright white smile and constant grins. Who doesn't want that?
"Lizzy, stop drooling. He gave us some work." Embry muttered, pokin' me hard in me side.
I quickly straightened up and wiped me mouth while he smirked and poked me tongue out at him.
Quickly shiftin' through me books, I pulled out me physics one - The cover said so - and propped it up on me desk, lazily reading the paragraph. I ain't stupid, and this book was easy as hell. I already went through it twice.
Glancin' over at Embry, I thought 'bout how cute he looked right now, with his eyebrows scrunched t'gether and slightly narrowed eyes, teeth peekin' outta from his lips.
"Excuse me." A voice snapped me outta me awkward staring and I turned to look at the person. It was him.
"Hi." He smiled at me. Ooh, look at those perfect teeth. He could be an undercover dentist/ G2 Agent/ generously awesome philanthropist. Hoping don't hurt no one, right? Except Romeo and Juliet, they were just sad. And stupidly pathetic, 'cause it was like child marriage. Moving on.
"Are you done reading?" He asked, lookin' at me book. I nodded, and he narrowed his eyes. "You sure? Have you done this before, miss..." he trailed off, and two seconds too late I realized he was askin' for me name.
"Oh!" I started, grinnin' bashfully "Right, right. My bad. I'm Elizabeth Ferral- Young. New student, represent Ireland." I grinned wider. So did he.
"Is that so?" He asked, raisin' an eyebrow.
"Yep. Born and bred, I could be the Prime Minister's daughter, ye better watch what ya say to me." I was... flirting? How odd. Embry seemed to realize it too, 'cause I saw him raise an eyebrow.
Zeke laughed. "Okay then. Have you completed this lesson, Miss Ferral- Young?"
"Yeah."
"Then I suggest you start on the exercises. It'll give you a head start on everyone else. Just a tip, of course." He smiled.
"Great, thanks. I'll do it now, I guess." I shrugged, and he nodded before movin' on to Mickey and Rhoda's table.
I turned to me book, pickin' up the pen to write the answers down.
"Nerd." Quil muttered and I frowned at him.
"How-?" I looked down at me book. Oh. I had finished all the exercises the night before. Forgot.
"Help me?" He asked, poutin' lightly. I chuckled.
"Sure. But I ain't givin' ya the answers." I warned, and he huffed. "Fine."
For the rest o' the period, I helped Quil and occasionally Embry finish their exercises as well. These two are a pair o' idiots, I'd give 'em that much. Didn't even know Thomas Young's most famous experiment.
It's twin interference, FYI.
The rest o' me classes were okay, I met a couple o' kids, Angelia and Diamond and some dude called Illian. Or Ilbert. Eh.
Finally, lunch rolled 'round and I 'pshhed' in relief and followed Diamond to the lunchroom.
Diamond White was crazy awesome goth, she came on too strong at first, then seemed to sorta settle down and she had a sick sense o' humor, which I liked. Angelia, on the other hand, was like a china doll. Short and petite, brown hair and eyes, massive glasses, super smart, quiet and she couldn't make no one laugh for a million bucks. Too shy, I s'pose. But she was nice, so I liked her.
I plopped down in a seat next to Angeloa, who was nibblin' on an apple silently.
Deciding it was too quiet, I loudly proclaimed "I'm starving! Is there any food here?"
Angelia snickered lightly and pointed to the lunch line, and I rolled me eyes.
"That stall thing is a disgrace to food lovers. It ain't even got a ketchup sachet! I asked!" I exclaimed and Diamond laughed, sittin' opposite to me.
"Tell me about it. It's like anorexic nirvana. I'm pretty sure I lost ten pounds just sitting in Forks." She answered, stabbin' at her food. Poor lil' pickles.
Suddenly, Diamond sucked in a sharp breath.
"You a'right?" I asked, glancin' worriedly at her. Her pale cheeks were flushed red and eyes bright.
Angelia coughed, coverin' a laugh. Diamond glared at her. I looked between the two o' 'em, eyebrows drawn in confusion.
"I'm missin' somethin', ain't I?" I asked, and Diamond muttered something inaudible under her breath.
"I'm going to tell her if you don't, Mona." Angelia teased and Diamond scowled before noddin'.
"Diamond has a massive crush on them." Angelia said, pointing to a group entering the lunchroom. I turned and me eyes widened. It was the Quileutes. I could see Paul in a headlock with Jared, Quil slappin' Embryo's back so hard he stumbled and a girl I didn't know affectionately starin' at Jared.
"The La Push gang." Diamond murmured, smiling slightly.
"I know. I live with 'em." I said and they turned to me, shocked expressions and all.
"Seriously? God, you're so lucky!" Diamond looked jealous, and I shook me head quickly.
"Not if ye consider shirtless sweaty guys and the smell o' stinky socks everywhere lucky." I replied and they laughed.
"Wait, how? I mean, you're not Paul's sister, right?" Diamond asked, and I saw Paul look over at our table, as though he'd heard his name.
"Aw, hell no. I'm Sam's girlfriend's niece."
It took her a second to figure it out, but then her face lit up. "Oh my God! You're her!" Her mouth dropped open and for a second she resembled Sam.
"I'm who?" I asked and she looked surprised.
"You don't know? Oh, uh- never mind then. I guess you'll figure it out." She stammered and I gave her me signature weird look.
"A'right, then."
We sat in silence for a moment before "YO, LIZZY! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!" Quil hollered and I gasped, almost spillin' me juice all over me pants. That would've been bad. I could look like I peed me pants in me first day o' school 'cause I was wimp in me first class to introduce meself. Now that would have sucked.
I spun 'round in me chair and glared at him. A lotta people were starin' at me again, too.
"What if I don't want to?" I shouted back, and he shrugged.
"No cake for you then, I guess. Paul'll just eat it."
Me jaw dropped. "Okay, okay, I'm comin'." I mumbled, standin' up and apologetically glancin' at me two new friends, who rolled their eyes and smiled.
Stridin' over quickly to their table, I put me hands on me hips and raised an eyebrow.
"Well? Where's that cake?"
"There was never any cake, Lizzy." Embry said cheekily, grabbin' me and pullin' me down so I sat on his lap.
I yelped, partially from their mean food false alarm and half 'cause Embry wrapped his arms 'round me waist. I squirmed.
"Get off of me Embry, people'll think we're being weird!"
I felt his deep laugh, and he tightened his grip 'round me. "Let them see. It's not like they can do anything." He whispered in me ear, and I scowled.
"I swear, if ye kill me in yer death grip, I'mma haunt ye to yer own grave, Embryo." I warned and he chuckled, loosening his grip slightly. Thank God, freedom again.
"If you lovebirds are done, I want to introduce you to someone." Jared spoke up and I glared at him.
"We are not lovebirds. Shuddap, ye idiot." I snapped and he rolled his eyes.
"Sure. Anyway, Elizabeth, this is my girlfriend Kimberley Young. Kim, this is Elizabeth, the girl I told you about. Emily's niece." Jared introduced us, casually wrappin' an arm 'round the tiny girl, who smiled shyly at me. I returned it.
"So yer the one the guys always tease Jared 'bout. I gotta say, they're right, he looks crazy 'bout ya. Yer one lucky kid. It's nice to meet ye." She smiled at me and it was Jared's turn to glare at me, before turnin' to Kimberly and they gave the 'tender looks' to each other. It was kinda cute, I'll admit. Not that I want it.
"So Elizabeth," Paul started, swallowin' his food and I slid offa Embry's lap to stand up "Want to reveal why you're so in love with all the good looking guys in the school? I mean, look at you, you're..." he trailed off as I slammed me hand down on the table and stared him down.
"I dare ye to finish that sentence, Paul Lahote." I growled, and he looked amused.
"Yeah?" He asked, raisin' an eyebrow challengingly (Not sure that's a word yet).
"Yeah"
"Alright-y then." he smiled evilly before standin' up in his chair and me eyes widened in horror. Shit. He wouldn't. It me first day o' school.
"Hey, everyone!" Paul hollered. Everyone turned to look at him. Oh sweet Jesus. "Elizabeth here, she's a newbie. And you wanna know something secret? She's in love with our Physics teacher and Embry Call. How's about that, folks? And she's been dreaming of marrying the old man!" He finished, a victorious look on his face. A lot of people started wolf- whistling and laughing, and I groaned, coverin' me face. A'right, now I'm embarrassed.
Paul is so dead.
I picked up the nearest half empty lunch tray I could find and threw it at Paul's head. He yelled out and covered his head, duckin' as I threw Quil's backpack at him. People laughed as I hit him repeatedly on his massive gorilla head with me own lunch tray, screamin' "YE GODDAMNED LIAR! I NEVER SAID THAT! TAKE IT BACK! TAKE IT BACK!"
Unfortunately, the moron didn't even say sorry. I swear, I feel like punchin' his face every time I see him, now. Just ruined me first day o' school, as well as most likely made people think I was a whack job. Great. Just great.
At the end o' the day, I was walking outta the school with Diamond, chattin' 'bout our siblings. The poor girl's got four older brothers, so she ain't allowed to date. She a lot like me, I like to think.
Suddenly me phone rang, and I pulled it outta me bag, face lightin' up as I read the caller ID. "I'll see ya tomorrow, Mona." I called, and she smiled and waved. She said I'd had better call her that or else she'd pull me knickers down. I believe her.
"LIZZY!" A voice screamed on the other end o' the line and I grinned.
"ELLA, YE CRAZY OLE GIRL! How are ya!" I replied and she laughed.
"Awesome. My God, Lizzy, this place is amazing! It's like heaven! I'm applied for a whole bunch of colleges including UCLA! And I even met someone!" Me half sister squealed through the other end o' the line and I gasped.
"No way! Tell me everythin'! Crickey, ye ole fool, why didn't ye call earlier? This is great!" I accused, hand on me hip, poutin'.
"Gosh, he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. It's like this dark blue, just like the depths of the deepest oceans." She sighed. She'd always been artistic, that one. "And his hair! It's this lovely light brown, and when we're sitting in class, the sun reflects off of his hair and he just looks so... radiant. Lizzy, you have to see him. He's like a wet dream."
I laughed. She sounded whipped. I told her so. She giggled "I know, but he's just so amazing. I love his voice the best, though. It sounds like- like the breeze whispering to you. And he's such a gentleman." She murmured and I smiled.
"I'm really happy for ya." I said as sincerely as I could. "Does he know yer practically droolin' over him?" I asked, hopin' he did. He sounded perfect for me sister.
There was a silence, before "Hello? Ye haven't fainted, have ye?" I asked worriedly. She huffed.
"He doesn't even know my name."
"WHAT?" I yelled, shocked. A few kids 'round me jumped too, givin' me weird looks. I ignored 'em. "How the heck don't he know yer name? Didn't ye talk to him yet?"
"Uh, no, not actually." She muttered and I gaped. She's kiddin' me.
"How." I said, pinchin' the bridge o' me nose "How does he not know you? Why haven't ye talked to him yet, when ye know ya like him?"
"Because he has a girlfriend!" Danielle argued weakly and I rolled me eyes.
"So? Ella, guys like him'll always have a girlfriend. Tell me, is she a bimbo? Like, cling to him all the time?"
"Most of the time, I guess. He's always lip-locked with her in between classes, I know that." She sounded pained. I felt for her. Boys like him always got girls like that.
"Ella, ye know she's an idiot. She's probably just stickin' to him 'cause he's hot." I stated and she chuckled.
"I know, but what the hell am I supposed to do? I mean, I can't just flirt when he's already taken!" She replied, frustrated. Wow, the girl must really like this guy.
"What's his name?"
"Braden Hadshaw." She stuttered. This was not Ella, she never stumbled while talking 'bout any man.
"Hm, Danielle Hadshaw." I mused, frownin'.
"Shut up, Lizzy." Ella said, soundin' embarrassed. "What do I do?"
"What do ye mean what do you do? Heck, who beat up those tenth graders when they pushed me into the pool 'cause I had chickenpox?" I asked.
"What- I did." She sounded confused.
"And who made me apple crumble every Saturday night when ma was sick and couldn't do it?"
"I did. What are you on to, Lizzy?"
"Shush. Who flirted all the time with the cutest boys back in Dublin and always got 'em?"
She laughed. "I'm not going to say I did the second part, but I will admit I flirted."
"And who told me they were saving themselves for that someone special and after they got married?" I urged, feelin' like I was gettin' somewhere.
"I did. And right now, I seriously regret it." She replied.
"Don't. Ella, I can tell. I can tell by the way ye say his name, talk 'bout him. He's the one, sister." I said, confidently. Only I didn't feel so confident. What if he wasn't? I didn't want me bestie to break her heart 'cause o' me. Time'll tell, now.
"You're right. He is the one." Ella seemed to realize before I heard a sharp intake o' breath on the other side o' the line. "Shit. He's looking right at me." She squeaked.
I groaned. "Don't ye dare take yer eyes offa him. His bimbo can go to hell, she's nothin' compared to ye. Now go, and be the Ella I know, who's always so sassy and shit."
I heard her laugh lightly before sayin' "Thanks, love. He's officially taken."
"That's the spirit!" I cheered "Now go, before ye start lookin' like a creep."
"Bye! I'll text you tonight, Lizzy." She said hurriedly and I replied before cuttin' the connection.
"Yes!" I did a silent victory dance on the spot and turned to bump into someone accidentally.
"Sorry, man. I shoulda looked where I was going." I apologized quickly, steppin' aside and lookin' up at the boy.
He looked like the Quileute gang, but without the steroid influenced muscles and tree -like height. He's was kinda lanky, but cute nevertheless.
He gave a smile and shook his head. "It's fine, just be careful next time." He replied. Aw, sweetheart. I almost pushed him over and he wasn't glarin' at me. Guess I was too used to the gang's jokes.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Aren't you the new girl? From Ireland? The one who hangs out with the Quileutes so often?" He asked curiously, peering at me. I flushed.
"Yeah. Me aunt's Emily Young. I swear, I ain't datin' none o' those guys. It's just crap Paul made up." I said quickly and he laughed. It sounded nice.
"Sure. Well, I gotta go. Nice meeting you, Young." There was a bright, lively twinkle in his brown eyes I seemed to be fascinated with. I had never met someone who constantly looked so... happy.
I watched him walk off towards a bike and greet a pale girl with mousy brown hair with a hug. He grinned at her, showin' bright white teeth and I saw that spark in those brown orbs again.
Shakin' me head and turnin' 'round, I thought that I should try and talk to him tomorrow, he seemed like fun to hang out with. Spotting Embry, I waved and skipped over to him.
"How was your first day?" He asked, leaning against his car.
"Fun. Except Paul decided to be a dick after lunch, so that kinda ruined it." I replied, laughing. He joined in me laughter before walkin' over and openin' the door for me, and I courteously bowed. "Why, thank ye, kind sir." I said, slidin' in. It smelled like shoe shiner varnish and... flowers, for some reason.
"Anytime." He grinned before hoppin' in himself and I was 'bout to settle in the seat when he floored the accelerator.
I let outta loud yell. "Bloody hell! Yer gonna get us killed! Ye ain't even got a license, Embryo!"
He laughed. "I know, but they never catch me, so who cares?"
"There's a first time for everything." I muttered before pullin' me backpack closer 'round me for comfort while praying to everythin' Holy that I'd arrive home in one piece. At the rate Embryo's drivin', I'd settle for two.
Tuesday flew by in a blur, as did Wednesday. I didn't see that boy again, which kinda sucked. But Diamond and me were gettin' along great, and I was quick to realize she had a crush on Embry. I was still tryin' to figure out what to do, since I liked him too, but I'd think 'bout that when the time comes. Right now, I was too busy finishin' homework and the 'pack' hangin' constantly 'round the house wasn't helping one bit.
Kim was pretty cool, too. Besides being really quiet (you gotta push past that phase) she has a hilarious fake narcissistic sense of humor, and was a whiz at studyin' and cookin'. She even taught me how to make those epic jam buns o' hers.
I was in the kitchen when a female voice snapped "Now what? I thought the leech was done with her."
I turned to see a pretty Quileute girl step into the kitchen followed by an annoyed lookin' Sam, who walked back out into the livin' room.
"Leah." Emily said nervously, wipin' her hands on her apron. Leah just glared at her, then at me.
"Who's this? Another imprint to take care of? Because we really need those, don't we?" Leah looked livid, and I raised me hands in surrender.
"Woah, calm down, puppy. I'm Elizabeth, and I ain't nobody's... uh, imprint. Whatever that is in yer language." I didn't wanna make her think I was teasin' her, she looked pretty damn riled up as it was. What was her problem?
Leah looked unsure of what to say, and Emily coughed quietly. "Do I know you?" Leah asked suddenly, starin' hard at me.
"What? Nah, I don't think so. I used to live in Dublin. Emily here is me aunt." I replied, confused. She knew me?
Leah was surprised. "She's Cassandra's daughter?" She asked Emily, who gaped at her. What the frick is going on?
"Yeah, she is. She- um, some things came up, so she had to move in here." The two women exchanged looks, Leah's sour and Emily's apologetic.
"Y'know, I'm still here." I snapped and Leah turned to me.
"I'm Leah Clearwater. Your mom's cousin."
"Wow. Are you like, my age? 'Cause otherwise..." I was amazed. I was related to her too. This is so awesome.
"No. Cassandra was eighteen years older to me. I'm seventeen." She replied, eyeing me curiously.
"Me ma's name is Cassandra?" I asked. Emily never told me. I had asked, but never got an actual answer.
Leah looked incredulous. Turning to Emily, she scowled heavily "You didn't even tell her her mom's name? Christ, I can see why Sam's with you. You're perfect for each other, a pair of liars and idiots." She sneered, and Emily's eyes teared up.
"I didn't want her to get hurt." A'right, really confused now.
"Oh, and you're doing brilliantly at that, aren't you, cousin." Leah spat, a murderous glint in her eyes.
"Hey, back off. What the hell did she ever do to ya?" I frowned, steppin' forward and Leah's posture relaxed for a second.
"Don't get involved in things that don't concern you, Elizabeth." She advised and I stood there at loss for words as she stormed outta the kitchen. Drama Queen much?
Leah wasn't there for dinner, and Emily was unusually silent, all the while Sam givin' her worried looks and placin' his hand on hers. It dragged on for a bit, Paul makin' fun o' me and Embry 'cause the dude ain't got no life o' his own, and I snapped at him, guess he realized I wasn't in no mood for jokes, and turned to talk to Jared instead. That sorts rhymes. I think.
"Elizabeth?" Emily said, once we were the only ones in the house, the boys outside on the beach.
"Hm?" I was still annoyed at her for not tellin' me that simple fact.
"Could you- just. Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I meant to, later on when you were settled in and all, but then Leah came. We're not on the best of terms." Emily grimaced before turnin' back to washing the dishes.
I was curious. "Why? She acts like she hates all o' ya. The entire pack, like. Isn't she one o' 'em? Like, comin' over and stuff?"
"Well, yes, you could say that. But she's.. been through things she shouldn't have had to. It's partially my fault, I suppose. Just be kind to her, it's the most someone could do. She hates pity."
"Oh." I honestly didn't know what to say. She walked in, snapped at Sam, taunted Emily, told me me mum's name, and walked out.
"Here, she's probably on the beach with the rest of them. She's likely to be hungry." Emily handed me a plate stuffed with dinner leftovers, arranged neatly and I nodded, walkin' outta the back door and into the chilly night air. I was wearin' what I'd worn to school, a hand-knit mustard sweater by me foster mum and forest green pants. It was me favorite, God knows how many times I've worn the poor wool out.
Anyway, I walked towards the water, I could see Leah's silhouette and Embry waved at me, walkin' over. I shook me head and nodded to Leah, and he shrugged, walkin' back to the guys.
"Hey." I said, sittin' down on the log next to her. She didn't answer, so I glanced at her. She was starin' moodily into the water, a frown etched on her defined features. "Y'know, me ma used to say that if ye frown too much, yer face'll get stuck like that."
"Guess I deserve that then. At least it'll keep people away from me." She replied, her scowl deepening. I sighed.
"Here, you missed dinner, so I got you something." I didn't wanna mention Emily's name, in case she didn't take it.
She took it silently and placed it on her lap, not touchin' it. "It's weird to think you're my cousin's daughter." She said suddenly, after a moment.
"It's weird to think you're my age, and yer supposed to be me aunt." I replied and a ghost o' a smile appeared on her lips.
"I know. Don't call me that. I just, I don't know how to treat you." She looked irritated for some reason and I shrugged.
"How did you treat me ma?"
"Like my best friend. But we used to fight a lot." She seemed to remember something 'bout the woman who was her eldest cousin.
"Then treat me like ye did her. I'd like to be yer friend. Ye ain't that bad, y'know that?" I said and she suppressed a smile.
"Thanks, I guess. You aren't as bad as I thought you'd be, either."
"I'm honored." I muttered and she nodded. "Y'know yer allowed to smile, right? It's a right in the basics of every Constitution." I pointed out and she laughed. Heads snapped towards us and the pack stared at her.
She scowled back at them.
"You really shouldn't be so mean to 'em." I chuckled and she shook her head.
"They ruined my entire life. Literally. And now I'm stuck with them, with him." She spat, glarin' at someone among the pack.
"Who?" I asked.
"You really don't know anything, do you?" Leah look at me sadly.
Today's main emotion: Confusion. And more confusion. People seemed to like talkin' in code, which kinda sucked, 'CAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW CODE, maybe?
She glanced back at the boys, who headed inside, and lowered her voice. "I used to date Sam." She breathed, leanin' forward and restin' her chin in her hand.
"What?"
"I know. It sounds crazy doesn't it? I thought it did too, when I was dating him." She said bitterly, and I had a life realization. This was why she hated 'em. And was such a bitch to everyone, but Emily?
"How long?" I asked, amazed.
"A while. He, he was-" She cut off, slightly choked. I rubbed circles on her back comfortingly. "It a'right. Ye ain't gotta tell me if ye don't wanna, Leah." I cooed, like me ma used to when I came home cryin' 'cause someone made fun o' me.
She shook her head "No, I have to. I've been holding it in for so long, I just, I guess I need some more time."
"Old wounds take a long time to heal, don't they?" I murmured, thinkin' 'bout how I wake up every mornin' in the hope me ma would call me today and say she loved me. It never happened.
"Tell me about it." She sighed. I noted she was as warm as Paul and Embry, but decided against commenting. I stared hard at her face, and it was undeniably easy to figure out she was an emotional wreck.
The cold eyes, constant downwards tug of her mouth, stiff posture and rude comments, it was so easy to tell it was all a facade. She was hidin' who she really was so she wouldn't get hurt again, for whatever reason.
"I have an idea." I said suddenly, and she looked at me, bemused.
"Which is?"
"If ye ever feel sad, or lonely, ye should go on yer computer and open a MS Word page, and write 'Right Now'. And after that, write down everything yer feelin', thinkin' and if ye can't find anything, write it again and start over. In me school we had a recreational centre, a lady there told me to do it. I never had the time, but I s'pose it would help ya." I explained.
Leah was silent for a while.
"Thanks." She said finally, gettin' up.
"Anytime. Hey, aren't ye gonna eat yer dinner?" I asked and she smiled.
"No, mother. I'm not hungry, I have to take Seth home, he has school tomorrow anyway." she replied and I rolled me eyes.
"Haha. C'mon, let's get back before someone thinks ye tried to kill me for force- feedin' ya."
She let out a laugh, and I thought 'bout how she ought'ta do it more often, it made her look prettier, and her eyes sparkled like the boy back in me first day o' school.
When we reached back home, the guys were gettin' ready to leave, and Seth walked up to us and grinned.
"How was your little girl talk?" He asked brightly and Leah lightly smacked his shoulder, smilin' slightly. The rest o' the pack seemed to notice it too, and Sam and Emily looked pleased. I still wanted to know what happened between the three o' 'em, but that was for 'nother day, I guess.
"Bye, Leah." I called, and the brother and sister turned to wave before disappearin' into the dark night.
Paul stood beside me and looked down, smirkin'. "Now what?" I asked, feelin' me irritation creepin' up on me, and he hadn't even said anything. This boy gave me a headache sometimes. Or all the time, more like.
"Nothing," he said nonchalantly "Just thinking about how short you are."
I huffed. "How nice, ye elephant. And what are ya? The leanin' tower o' Pisa? Overdose o' growth hormones which they give to cows?"
Paul scoffed. "No, you just got left behind in the human race."
I rolled me eyes, not wantin' to take it further. After all, one o' us has to be mature, don't they?
"You know, if you roll your eyes so much, they'll get stuck like that?" He informed me and I gave him an annoyed look.
"Oh? And if ye continue annoyin' the crap outta me, me foot will get stuck up yer a-"
"Elizabeth!" Emily reprimanded me, and Paul grinned, knowin' what I was gonna say.
"Well, I gotta go, shortie." He messed me hair and I smacked his hand away. "But tell you what, we have a bonfire sort of thing on Friday, you should come. It's just us and the- girls." He paused and I shrugged.
"A'right. I ain't got nothin' better to do, and it'll prevent me from becomin' a human veggie, so a'right. See ya tomorrow, Lahote." I smiled and he nodded, vanishin' into the night with Jared and Quil, who gave me bear hugs before leaving.
I walked tiredly up the stairs and closed me door, collapsin' on me warm bed. I was exhausted, mostly mentally plus I had some test in Physics tomorrow which I ain't gonna study for 'cause I feel like the Walkin' Dead. Three seconds later, I was fast asleep and snorin'. I hope I don't snore.
It was (finally!) Friday, and I was standin' in front o' me wardrobe, chewin' me bottom lip off in the process o' being unable to find a dress to wear.
"Beth?" Someone called, and I immediately knew it was Kim, 'cause no one else called me that.
"Up here!" I called back, and heard her light footsteps on the stairs before she opened the door and gasped.
"Gosh! Aren't you ready yet? We can't have the boys waiting!" She said, stridin' over to me closet and pullin' clothes out.
"No" She muttered "Too loose." "To big." "Ugh, hideous color."
"Hey!" I protested as she threw clothes everywhere. "I'm doing it!"
"You have a terrible taste in clothes." She stated before throwin' me me ma's sweater and black caprices.
"Gee thanks." I grumbled as she pushed me into me bathroom and yelled "Hurry up! I don't want to be late!" Gee, what a slave driver.
Ten minutes later I was being pulled across the First Beach - no idea why they call it that - by Kimberly-Crazy-Young towards the fire pit I could see glowin' in the distance.
"Finally! I was about to come looking for you." Jared walked over to us and cupped Kim's face in his large hands. Now, ain't that adorable.
I turned towards the fire to give 'em some privacy as he pecked me friend on the lips, and grinned at the other guys, takin' me seat on the log next to Leah, who was closest to the fire.
"Hello, friend." I grinned and she returned it, movin' over to give me space. I plopped down on the seat and moved me hands to warm 'em in front o' the fire.
"Chilly, ain't it? Who started the fire?" I asked, lookin' 'round.
"I did." Quil and Embry said at once and I laughed.
"A'right then, I'm guessin' Paul did."
"Hey! Seriously, ask Jared! I learned it in Boy Scouts." Quil said and I chuckled.
"Ye went for Boy Scouts? How cute! What did they teach ya? How to fake innocence to get people to eat yer cookies?" I teased and he stuck his tongue out at me. Paul threw me a Sprite can and I opened it, the fizz fallin' everywhere.
I glanced 'round the fire as I sipped me drink. Kim was sittin' on Jared's lap and giggling, Paul makin' conversation with Leah and Quil and Embry tryin' to push each other into the fire. Idiots, those two.
"Where's Seth?"
"He had a lot of homework to do, so mum made him stay home." Leah answered, and I nodded.
"So Paul" I started and he smiled "So Lizzy," he mimicked me and I breathed out heard through me nose. This one was impossible to talk to.
"Anyway, tell me 'bout this Swan person." I said, takin' a gulp o' me aerated drink.
Conversation ceased 'round the bonfire as everyone turned to look at me.
"You know her?" Quil looked surprised.
I shook me head. "Nah, a lotta people talk. Especially that one. I know she's from Forks, so she's gotta be pretty popular to have news reach here."
"Isabella Swan." Paul looked thoughtful. "How would you describe such a person? Hm.."
"Commonly known as Bella" Quil put in.
"She's one of a kind." Embry laughed, and I knew they were teasin'.
"A'right, I don't wanna know." I snapped, and Paul shrugged. "She's just popular because she dates one of the Cullens, who are the richest and stupidest families in Forks."
"She dated Edward Cullen, then he broke up with her because he thought he wasn't good for her." Leah said, eyes flashing venomously "So she started meeting up with Billy Black's son, Jacob, to help herself get better. She just using him, and he lets her. She was a zombie for weeks after that Cullen left. And now she's running after that poor guy, who she's led into believing loves her, and she's pretending to return the feelings."
There was a long silence.
"Wow. I didn't know you felt so strongly on the subject." I said awkwardly, and Paul's phone rang, everyone turned to look at him.
He frowned as he checked the caller ID, and got up and said "Give me a minute guys, I have to take this." He left, but everyone's eyes were on him, so I looked too. His expression was confused at first, then turned annoyed, and then he looked grim.
He put the phone back into his pocket and walked quickly towards us.
"We have to go. It's Jacob. Now." He said and everyone immediately got up, including Kim and Leah.
"Kim, take Elizabeth home, we're going to the Black's place. It's already started, Billy said we have to hurry, Sam's on his way too." Paul instructed and Kim grabbed me arm and began draggin' me back towards the house.
"Wait, what? What happened to him? Is he sick? Paul? Hey Leah, what's going on?" I asked, and they shook their heads.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Eliza. Bye!" She called, runnin' towards the forest line with the rest o' the boys.
"Wait! Why do you-" I called, but Kim had already started pulling me back. Gee, that girl's got some power in her.
"Come on, Beth, we have to leave! It's not safe here." She huffed, briskly walking back and yankin' me with her.
"But why did they leave? I didn't even say goodnight!" I pouted but she ignored me.
We reached home faster than we had come and Kim slammed the door open and Emily hurried over to us.
"Are you two alright? Thank God, I almost thought they were going to take you with them!" Emily said shrilly, pushin' me in and lockin' the door shut. Kim sat down heavily on the couch and Emily and I stood there for a second, before I asked "Will someone, for the Love of Jove, tell me what's going on?"
Me aunt looked longingly at somethin' before replyin' "It's nothing. I believe Jake had some issues to be dealt with, and they had to do some urgent work."
"Oh." I didn't believe it, but no one seemed to want to tell me anythin', and I felt kinda left out, since even Kim seemed to know what it was. Meanies.
"Elizabeth, I think you should go to bed." Emily sounded stern. I didn't know what else to do, so I nodded and walked up the stairs.
"'Night, Beth." Kim called softly, and I snorted in response.
Curlin' up under me covers, I fell asleep wonderin' what would happen tomorrow. Not much, I presumed.
Okay, I just did a quick read through this chapter for spelling and sentence errors (because I don't have a Beta, sucks, I know) and the only thing that came to my mind? Damn, this is story is progressing way too fast. I'd love some reviews, criticism if you have any, keep the flames low, y'all. :)
I don't expect you guys to be waiting around for this story to release it's next chapter, but I like to keep a monotony in updating. Do tell me if you want me to update faster or anything, I'll try my best. Especially since I don't talk like the main character, I have to make sure she doesn't talk ordinary English.
I suppose you already know what's going to happen, the last few lines give massive hints. Guess we'll see the rest in a bit, yeah? :)