Harumph.
"Caleb, stop staring at my sister!" Justin snapped. I blushed, he had been staring? Holy crap! I've only had a crush on the guy since second grade and he notices me now? I took a sip of Coke and turned around to see Caleb open his mouth to speak. I beat him to it.
"I wonder what you'll do when you imprint, Justin…" I trailed off, leaving Harry an opening to cut in on.
"Justin? IMPRINT? Maybe on the lunch lady! But, really, I'd feel bad for any girl who'd have to sit out an eternity with him." He scoffed.
I laughed and poked at the pie in front of me.
"Dad, you know rhubarb pie is revolting correct?"
"Revolting?" Harry looked at Justin.
"She got the vamp brains…" He mumbled. "Better capacity or some shit like that."
"Beauty and brains…"
"Say that again." Justin turned around to glare at Caleb. I rolled my eyes, something screamed catfight.
"Yes, I do." My dad ignored them.
"Then why did you make me go out and buy it?"
"I was hoping it didn't exist." He grumbled and threw out his dish. Turning to Harry and Caleb, he spoke. "You know the meeting is over, right?"
"Figured." Harry shrugged, "But you didn't give new patrols."
"New patrols? Why?" My father looked at him.
"Well which one of us is stuck with the b—girly wolf?" Harry pointed at me.
"I heard the slip-up, Clearwater." I shot.
"You were supposed to, Black."
"Justin can run with her."
"Dad, I'm stuck with Bella for a sister can I not have her for patrols?" Justin whined. "I mean that has no fairness in there at all."
Bella, Sara, Bellz, Sarabella, Black, did I even have a name at this point? They kept switching it on me. I mean Grandma does the whole "oh, my mom and your mom" thing and gives my mom the most peculiar name and now I'm stuck with Sarabella. Named after a dead grandmother I never met and a vampire grandmother who continues to be the most pathetic klutz in the world.
"Hey, Dad?" I began, suddenly remembering something.
"Just live with it. Seth had to do patrols with Leah."
"But Aunt Leah is a step-up from Sara!"
"Not really…" Harry mumbled. "She used to babysit me…" He shivered.
"You will run with her and that's final."
"DAD!"
They all turned to look at me.
"Mrs. Uley invited us over for tomorrow."
My father actually seemed to ponder, but Justin shook.
"No." He growled.
"Oh, so you hate them now too?" I glared at him.
"No, not them."
"Just because Caleb isn't gay and didn't imprint on you doesn't mean you have to be all jealous." I sighed and turned around. Caleb choked on his slice of pie. Shit maybe he was gay…
"If it's okay with your mother, maybe we'll go."
I stuck my tongue out at Justin, maybe things were actually beginning to go the way I wanted them. I mean perhaps we would actually end this depressing feud that had been going on for years.
Eh, probably not. Dad was probably just saying it 'cause Caleb was here.
As they argued about patrols, I went into the living room and sat on a couch, sifting through mail. I had a manila envelope thick with papers from Aunt Alice.
"Shit, I forgot." I mumbled, opening it up. Inside were the dress designs for my family's hundred-and-somethingth prom. I flipped through them, they were pretty simple. They'd be easy to make. I put the designs back in the envelope as the doorbell rang.
The boys were still arguing in the other room so I answered.
"Um…delivery for a Ms. Sarabella Black." The man looked at me, well. He was a teenager more or less. He seemed to be new to the job and he looked fairly familiar.
"That would be me." I nodded.
"Okay, hold on." He gave me a clipboard to sign and walked to the truck, taking out eleven or so long packages. Fabric.
Shit, when did Alice need these by?
When the last one was at the door he took the clipboard back.
"Um…do you wanna go out sometime?" Ah, I did know him! It was Jeremy from math.
I heard three growls from inside, just realizing peace had settled at last. Harry started laughing, trust me, I could tell it was him.
"I'm sorry, those are my dogs. Well…they look more like wolves but whatever. I'd love to, but I can't. Sorry." I took the last package, turned around, and slammed the door.
"You gave the kid a heart-attack!" I snapped, expecting to see my father, my brother, and Caleb all upset.
My God you don't want to know what I found.
"It started out as an obsession of protecting you…" Harry trailed off, looking out the door with me, "And turned into a full out fight."
On my back lawn were three huge wolves. One sort-of trying to keep the peace, but not really, one trying to kill the one pinned beneath him, and one struggling to get up. It really was a strange day today.
"Fantastic." I sighed.
"You know, I think Justin really cares about you in the long run."
"Yeah, he's a great brother." I nodded sarcastically. The russet wolf, my dad, just stopped doing anything and stepped backwards, sitting to watch. "I'd go out there and stop it but I'm too lazy." I turned around. A few minutes later, Dad was walking out of his and mom's room and into the kitchen, no doubt having climbed through his bedroom window.
There was a pained howl from outside and I turned back to the sliding glass door right away.
"Caleb!"
