Embry'sPOV
I was stalking Cathryn.
Now, I realize that in the soulmate handbook somewhere there is probably something about building an open and trusting relationship with your partner and letting them share with you what they will in their own time. That will put less pressure on said partner and cause them to open up even more….
Or something like that.
But come on, guys. Lets be realistic. Cathryn? Open up? Share Her FEELINGS? Assuming she actually has them?
Go on. Don't feel bad. I did the same. Laugh. Laugh until you cry.
Besides, it wasn't just my imprint that was involved here. There was also Keilly and Leslie and Nessie. Jacob had whatched them the day before. Collin would tomaoorow, and Seth after that. Now was my turn.
And Let me tell you: Mikki was treating Cathryn awefully. And I know that my version of somebody treating Cat horribly is probably a lot milder than anybody else's, so let me just give you a little recount, shall I?
Morning: Cathryn is rudely awakened by a giant combat boot thrown at her head. Now, I can see how Cat could have had to be rudely awakened. She was certainly not what you would call a morning person. On the rare occasions that I slept with-and I mean spend the night with, not the OTHER kind-I literally had to pick her up out of bed. But a combat boot? Come on. Harsh much?
Cathryn, ofcourse, didn't take that sitting down, and fully defended her self by throwing a bunch of stuff back at her. But all she really had at hand was a pillow and a pair of bunny slippers. Plus, as you may have figured out by now, Cat isn't what you'd call the most hand eye coordinated person in the world, so Mikki made it out more or less unscathed.
And after that, at breakfast, Mikki accidentally-on-purpose spilled her giant glass of orange juice on her jeans. Cat had to go back and spend the rest of the morning changing and cleaning her pants. She didn't have time to eat and even then she was still late for her class. A class for which she had forgotten her laptop and could not take notes. She spent the time she normally reserved for lunch copying them from Lina.
Afternoon: There is a huge rainstorm. I got soaked even though I was under this really dense bush the whole time. Cat heads back to the house in her thick hoodie and school books. Mikki walks up behind her-or runs, I should say. It was obvious she was trying to catch up to her. She tripped Cathryn. It wasn't too hard, seeing as she had been walking through a puddle at the time. In heels, no less. Who knew Cathryn actually owned heels? Sexy little stiletto ones, too, that made her legs look like they went on for miles. She sure didn't where them around me. Anyway, tripping Cat didn't take up that much energy for Mikki.
So Cat lands on her hands and knees in the water, mud splattering all over her shirt and jeans- second ruined pair that day- and her books go flying. Luckily though, they landed on the rock a few feet in front of her. It was a soaking rock, but a rock can't get that wet, so it was okay. At least until Mikki recovered from her kick and started walking again. Right into her books. Which went flying into another puddle. Causing Cathrfyn to scream a series of profanities at her retreating back.
And I gotta say, much as I hated to see Cathryn go through a day like that-and I was totally getting my revenge. Nobody treated my girl that way-it might have been worth it just to hear the murderous tone in her voice as she yelled. I like a girl with backbone, I have realized.
Something I should have figured out by the second day of my imprinting five years ago, but hey. Better late than never.
Cathyrn's POV
"Omigod."
"sweetie!"
"What happened?"
"Are you okay?"
"Do you need anything?"
"Do you need to re-copy my notes?"
"Here. Drink this."
Keilly shoved a mug of peppermint tea into my numb and dirty hands. Not the most logical thing to do, in my opinion. I had always been taught that when your hands are cold they are supposed to be warmed slowly. Holding a burning cup didn't really fit into that category. Not to mention the fact that I had to put the cup down almost immediately in order to wash my hands off from the mud. But Keilly never thought of things like that. She thought that tea was the meaning of life./ The cause to all problems. She lived off the stuff. Sweet tea, tea with lemon, iced tea, hot tea, tea leaves, tea bags, orange tea, strawberry tea, peach tea…
Peppermint tea.
As I washed my hands, I could feel the gazes of six pairs of eyes burning holes into my frigid back. Shane, Lina, Becca, Leslie, Keilly, and Nessie had all been in the kitchen, perched on various countertops and chairs when I arrived. I'd gone to the kitchen because I knew that that was the one place Mikki was sure never to go. She was starving herself. Seriously. The rest of us whatched her, and she consumed about eight hundred calories a day. The amount I usually burned during my jogs.
"So…?" Lina let her voice trail off.
I took a sip of the tea. It was good, I had to admit. "No, lina, I do not need to copy your notes. Again. My laptop is upstairs and unscathed. Unlike everything else that I own." I grinded my teeth together.
It was one thing to have a witch in my sorority. It was one thing to be harassed, bullied, and targeted on a daily basis by one specific girl. Other girls dealt with stuff like that. I had been the prosecutor in the bully vs victim relationships plenty of times, so if that was all it was I'd just be getting what I deserved.
But Mikki had been my friend. My best friend. And all I had done to her to change that status was be my usual, irresponsible self. I was just being ME! But apparently I'd been more neccisary to Mikki's sanity than I had realized, because she appeared to have gone round the bend in my absence.
And now I hated her. Deeply and irreversibly and awfully.
"Something must be done." I said to the six of them ominously.
"Amen!" Leslie reached up and undid her ponytail, letting her flat ironed black hair fall down her back.
"Guys…" Renesmee bit her lip, obviously trying not to smile.
Yeah, she's not so saintlike as she leads others to believe.
"What, yhou're not seriously protesting, are you?" Shane demanded, tossing her red hair.
"No, but how…?" Nessie let her words trail off. She wasn't one for explaining the way she was feeling. Out loud. But the fact that none of our sisters could know about her little talent resulted in half formed sentences such as these.
We'd gotten used to it.
"There's still the initiation." Lina sang, her eyes sparkling evilly.
"What initiation?" I demanded. "I didn't get one."
"You didn't need one." Shane said. "You and Nessie were friends of Keilly and Leslie, and they were already sisters. So you two got to stay in bed while Lina and me and the other freshmen got to sneak into Alpha…something, I forgot the name-"
"And spend the night there without being caught." Lina's lip curled. Obviously not a pleasant memory. "We all had to cram into the cuboard under the sink and stay there.. For. Seven. Hours."
"We couldn't even use the bathroom!" Shane cried.
"And it was so hot-"
"And there was a rat-"
"And we couldn't scream-"
"Okay." Nessie interrupted, cutting them short. "So we need to give Mikki an iniciation?"
"Well," Keilly looked worried. "We'd need to ask the president-"
"Is that all?" I almost laughed.
Amber was a tall girl who played basketball and golf and was on the Honor Roll. She had never cussed in her life, still had her virginity-not that I didn't still have my virginity, I hadn't let Embry get that far yet-and was virtually sweet to everybody. The professors adored her, she certainly had never needed to copy lina's notes, and I looked up all my sister's body mass indexes once, out of curiousity and maddening boredom, and Amber was right in the middle. The healthiest weight you could possibly get. Her makeup never smudged, she didn't sweat and her hair didn't frizz or get stringy in the rain. She was perfect.
Which is to say, she was a spineless fake.
"AMBER!" I yelled, trampsing through our house and sloshing my tea everywhere as I went. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
Embry's POV
I had to hand it to her. She did good. So good, actually, that it was a little scary. Sometimes it was like she could read my mind. How she'd known the perfect way to get back at her was just…send her outside.
Granted, it was for the whole night in about ten degree weather, but still. Mikki was going to have a way worse time with me around than she would were she alone.
"So I seriously have to do this to get in?" I heard Mikki ask. Her words would have sounded only skeptical to a human, but my ears could hear the trembling, smell the adrenaline.
She was afraid.
"Yep." Amber said. Her voice was full of cheerfulness. True or false, I wasn't sure. I could never tell with her.
"Unless of course you're afraid." Cathryn's voice, even when dripping with disdain, sounded like an angel's. "I doubt any of us would mind if you decided this sorority was a little too…gutsy for you."
Mikki's heartbeat quickened. But I was pretty sure this was from anger. "I am not afraid." She said, her voice dangerously controlled. "But I can't even have like a sleeping bag or a flashlight or something?"
"Nope!" Becca sang. "Not a thing!"
"See you in the morning." Cathryn hissed.
The back door closed. I listened as the sisters made their way upstairs to the warm haven of their beds, whispering and giggling excitedly about the sweetness of revenge.
They had no idea.
Drew was actually in my head as I thought this, running patrol. Alone, oddly enough. Things had been going so smoothly lately that Sam and Jake had seriously loosened up. Drew wasn't as angry as I was. He didn't see the point in all this. Didn't understand why I was so angry.
Dude, this is stupid! If it had been Quil or Jared or any imprinted wolf saying these things to me, it wouldn't have bothered me. Heck, I might have even listened. But it was Drew, a wolf who had absolutely no idea what it was like to be in love. Especially imprint love. He didn't know the anger that raced through my veins at the thought of her being hurt. He never would. Which was why it was so annoying.Shut up! Not that I wasn't unwilling…. She was here. Only about ten feet away, and her steps had slowed even farther. I waited impatiently. The problem with doing things like this was that I sucked at them. Whenever I got nervous about something, I either babbled or chickened out completely. Either way I usually ended up screwing stuff up. Like the thing with Cat. Sure, it had turned out okay in the end, but had I been the one to spill the beans? Nope. And this was more or less the same. Or it would have been, if I was human. Fortunately my phasing had matured me in that area quite a bit, so only the big things-tranlation: things that involved Cathryn-disabled me like that now. Still though, I had to pay attention. I did, though. I waited until about three seconds after her heart rate excelarated. Right when she had started freaking herself out. I stepped out of the cover of the trees, slowly creeping, careful to make my paws make absolutely no noise against the icy ground. I crept until I was about three feet away. She was facing away from me, her shoulders already tensed. Like she knew what was coming. This is not cool. Em, man, don't. its mean. I'v got I really bad feeling- I thought I told you to shut it! In my irritation, I let out a growl. Mikki whirled around faster than I would have thought possible for a human. She was tall, so my nose was only a couple of inches above hers. I met her eyes, baring my teeth. She let out a terrified half gasp-half whimper and staggered back a few steps. Is it bad that I enjoyed it? Her obvious fear, her helplessness? YES! I ignored him this time, just fueled my annoyance with him with the anger on Cat's behalf, and roared. "Emegawd!" Miki's word came out all slurred together. She sounded close to tears. I crouched, crawling forward on my hunches like a cat getting ready to pounce. I felt really stupid, but it had the desired effect. She turned and ran, her feet stumbling over themselves in effort to get away. Too bad for her it was the speed she'd been concentrating on rather than the direction she went. Her forhead hit the trunk of the tree with a loud Crack! And she fell back, skidding a couple of feet in the snow. She looked up at me, literally shaking in terror. Look, you got her, happy? She's scared now. Back off! And he was right. I had gotten what I wanted. Tears were coursing down Mikki's dark face, practically freezing on her cheeks in the cold. Her breath came in unstable gasps, and, like I said before, she was shaking. In fact, for a minute there, I felt some sympathy for the girl;. Not strong sympathy, of course, but some. She looked so small, so defenseless there. For a split second, I caught a glimpse of the girl that was once Cat's best friend .That's why you'r stopping? Because of CATHRYN? Uh…no? Drew seethed. I gave Mikki one final growl before disappearing. I ran away too fast for her human eyes to see. Not in the dark. And we have Drew's protective's side. No guesses yet as to why he is acting this way................ REVEIW!