A/N: Hey guys! So thanks for the awesome response to the last chapter! I really appreciate all of your support.
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Okay, so now here is chapter 3. Yaya is a bit of a bitch to Junior in this chapter , but I promise that she'll come around! Sorry for the cliff hanger last chapter, but it was a long chapter and I didn't have the strength to carry on! Baha, any way, as always enjoy.
OHHHH!!! And did you hear about one of Selena Gomez's friends? She said that her and Taylor Lautner aren't dating! NOT DATING! Hallelujah! Operation meet him, marry him, and bear his children is no longer on hiatus! Teehee, just playing. But I am kind of glad, they look like they could be siblings to me…wow, that's weird.
Inspirational Song:
Not Meant to Be by Theory of a Dead Man
Disclaimer: I own none of the original Twilight characters, they belong to author and creator Stephanie Meyer, no copyright infringement intended.
Yaya:
"Do you honestly think that I wanted this any more than you did?" he asked, with no venom in his voice, "If I could, I would take it all back, just so you can be happy." the words fell out of his mouth as he looked at the floor. I honestly felt bad for him, for a nanosecond, but it passed quickly.
The party was over just a while ago, now I sat in the living room with my parents and brother, along with Junior and his parents.
"Yaya, he did apologize." my mother spoke up, "Don't you think it's time that you dropped the whole thing, I mean you've known Junior your whole life." I glared at my mother.
"It's not just what happened a few weeks ago." I hissed.
"Then what is it?" Junior asked me, sadness in his eyes. "Why can't you just give me a chance? Even if it's not romantic, just a chance to be your friend for now." He and I have never seen eye to eye and the fact that he was a total jerk off to me through the years didn't help. I gaped momentarily.
"For now." I mocked, sarcastically.
"You've got to be kidding me! How about freshman year when you tripped me and my lunch went everywhere, all you did was laugh. Or last year in PE when you spiked the ball at my face on purpose and I had a fat lip for a week!? How about all those chances? Huh? You and I cannot work! Ever!" And those were just few things he did to torment me!
"I'm sorry, very sorry for all that, I swear!" he pleaded, getting up off the couch to sit near me.
"Don't come near me, Junior." I hollered. "You're not apologizing because you're truly sorry, but because you imprinted on me, again with the forced freakin' apologies!" I flung my self off the couch, heading toward the stairs.
"I don't think that's really the reason! I think you're just afraid that you may let down your guard and actually feel for once." he challenged. It was awkward having this conversation in front of our parents.
"No, that's not it! We. Are. Too. Different!" I said slowly, to get it through his dense head. "We are like opposites! I'm ethical and you're…" I paused, thinking of a word that was appropriate… "I can't even think of a word with the right connotation to describe you!" I yelled, now angry.
"Opposites attract." Rachel smiled. I felt bad. Her son imprints, it's like a monumental thing in a wolve's life and it had to be me.
"Rach, it's nothing to do with you or anyone, not even Junior, it's just, me and him, we don't click, it's impossible." She nodded, with a frown.
"I understand." she said quietly.
"Look guys, thanks for trying to help, but I'm not going to change my mind." I said, turning toward the stairs. "I'm going to my room, I need to think." I muttered. My feet felt heavy as I slumped up the stairs. Well this has been the most craptastic birthday ever! The door to my room was closed so I pushed it open and searched for my bed. I sunk down into my mattress, grasping my pillow.
Why did it have to be me, of all people he could've imprinted on. I mean, I felt bad, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't torture myself by pretending that I was in love, or could ever be in love with Junior, I barely tolerated him, for Christ Sakes. I was pulled from my reverie when someone tapped on my door. I figured it was my dad.
"Go away dad, I don't want to talk about-" I was stopped up short, when Junior peeked his head in the crack of the door. I huffed loudly.
"Can I come in and talk to you for a minute?" he asked gently. He was so quiet and timid, not like the way he was a few weeks ago, forceful and rude.
"Yeah, I guess." I said turning away from him. "But I'm not changing my mind." I stated. He nodded, quietly closing the door behind him. I felt my bed shift as he sat at the end, just staring at me.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that, damn it!?" I sternly asked him. He shrugged.
"I never realized how beautiful you are." he said simply. I rolled my eyes.
"Listen Junior, I'm really sorry that you had to waste your imprint on me." I said, with acid in my voice.
"I'm not." he said sounding sincere. "I think you're perfect for me."
"You didn't think I was perfect a few weeks ago when you were telling Timber how much of a bitch I was!" I accused. "See that's the kind of crap that proves my point even more! You only say this crap because of some mutated werewolf gene that makes you want me." I spat, getting off my bed, walking toward the door.
"It's not even like that!" he tried to make me believe.
"Then what is it like?" I asked, agitated. Junior took a deep breath and stood, closing the distance between us. I was stuck, backed up against the door, Junior a few inches away from me. With every breath, a waft of his scent flourished in my face. He smelt good, like pine and ocean air, like,…
WAIT, WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT, FOCUS!
"It's like my world shifted." he said quietly looking down at me. My breathing became irregular when his fingertips touched my arm.
WHY THE HELL CAN HE MAKE ME REACT LIKE THIS!? IT'S THIS IMPRINT BULLSHIT, IT SCREWED ME OVER! ROYALLY!
"Don't touch me Junior." I said weakly, I intended to sound harsh, but it came out more like a request than a command.
"You are the center of my being." he whispered, trailing his hand up to cup the side of my face, leaving my skin on fire. My heart was thumping wildly now. "If you aren't attracted to me then why is your heart about to beat out of your chest?"
"It's not." I daintily tried to deny. His thumb stroked my cheeks, that were now flushed. I know what you're thinking… 'if you hate him so much, why aren't you stopping him right now?', right? Right, I can't lie, Junior is a fox and him phasing made him even hotter than he was before, and when you have a sex god of a guy trying to ravish you, then you tell me to stop it.
He lowered his head to my eye level, forcing me to look him in the eye for the first time tonight. "Can I please just have a chance, to make up for all the things that I've done wrong? Please?" his eyes melted.
"No." I said quietly, as he inched closer to me, I could feel his warm breath on my face. His lips were mere centimeters away from mine, my knees were about to give. The heat from his body was radiating.
OH WHAT THE HELL, IT'S JUST ONE KISS RIGHT? I PROBABLY WON'T EVEN ENJOY IT.
My eyes closed and his lips barely brushed mine-
"Yaya!" my mother pounded on my door, in which I was leaning on. She scared the living crap out of me, I shoved Junior away, glad that my mother stopped this "situation" before I lost all of my sense. "Yaya!" she pounded again, sounding frantic. I swung the door open. Her face looked pained.
"Ma," I asked, ignoring Junior's eyes on me. "What's wrong, what happened?" I asked her, fumbling to her side.
"Tia was in an accident." she blurted as her tears brimmed over. Tia never showed up for my party, and when I called her cell phone there was no answer, it went straight to voice mail. I was in shock. A gasp escaped my lips. "She was on her way and she was blind sighted by a delivery truck."
My eyes began to flood. Junior was next of me in a matter of seconds, his arms around me. I shoved as hard as I could, trying to get him away from me, but he only pulled me tighter against him. I gave up momentarily. "Is she okay?" I managed to get out.
"She's in the ICU at the hospital in Seattle." said my mom. Only people that were on the verge of death went the intensive care unit at the hospital in Seattle.
My tears were full force now. Junior hugged me tighter to his side. Instinctively, I buried my face in his shirt and cried, his hand rubbed my back, trying to calm me. It felt strange to feel this sweet part of him, I never knew he could be so…tender. I heaved harder, but he didn't leave my side, not even when my mother told me that we should go to the hospital. My feet wouldn't move. My shock made me freeze, I was numb.
"I'll be downstairs when you're ready to leave." she said, squeezing Junior's arm. As soon as she was out of sight, One of Junior's massive arms swept under my legs and the other caught my back, picking me up bridal style. It shocked me.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed, hitting his giant bicep, completely frazzled by all the crap that happened today.
"Carrying you, since you don't seem to want to move." he stated simply.
"Goddamn it Tama, put me down, I can walk!" I yelled. I was frustrated with myself since I already slipped up and let him kiss me….well sort of. It was going to be twice as hard to convince him that it was never going to happen, now.
Junior gently set me on my feet. "As much as I like my last name, can you call me Junior, please?" he asked innocently. I rolled my eyes and ran down the stairs where my parents and brother were waiting for me. Paul and Rachel gazed at me, with sympathy in their eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" my dad asked.
"She's my best friend." I declared, tearing up again, "And if it wasn't for me then she wouldn't even be in the ICU." I cried. My dad stepped toward me, but he was too late, Junior wrapped an arm around me, and I buried my face into his shirt again, not wanting to admit to myself or anyone else that he was what I needed right now, a shoulder to cry on. "If it wasn't for this stupid party!" I sobbed. "She would be okay."
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Junior didn't leave me. His parents said that he should let me visit Tia by myself but he refused to let me go. I was too emotionally and physically exhausted to resist him. He wasn't that bad when he kept the hole in his face closed. But I still wasn't going to budge on the imprint deal.
When we got to the ICU, I was frantic. Tia's mom was in the waiting room. I nearly sprinted to her, throwing myself in her arms.
"Oh! Yaya." she cried, hugging me tightly. Ms. Takana was like a second mother to me, aside from all the original wolf girls.
"How is she? Is she okay?" Ms. Takana shrugged.
"They took her into emergency surgery, they said that she would most likely be okay." she muttered, letting me go, drying her tears.
"Ms. T, I'm really sorry, if it weren't for my par-" she held her hand up, I stopped talking abruptly.
"It's not your fault, Yaya! I know that! She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time is all, it's no ones fault. Please don't blame yourself." she pleaded me.
After another hour of sitting and waiting, Ms. T announced that she was going to get some coffee from the hospital's caff. I nodded.
"I'll be back after a bit, you'll call me if the doctor's come out right?" she asked me.
"Sure thing." I assured her. As soon as she was out of sight, Junior took her seat beside me. My tears kept coming, I couldn't help them, my best friend was in there, being operated on and I felt helpless. Junior took my hand which was perched on the armrest of the waiting room chair. I tried to pull away, but he gripped it tighter.
This night couldn't get any worse, so I just let him twine our fingers together. His had was massive, mine tiny.
"Tell what I can do to make it better." he whispered to me, stroking my hand. I sniffled and wiped my eyes.
"Why do you even care?" I asked, dryly.
"Because it's killing me to see you upset." he stated.
"Since when?" I asked rhetorically, "Oh yeah, riiigght, since like 4 hours ago when fate screwed both of us over and tied me to you forever, I seemed to have forgotten." I seethed, ripping my hand from his. I know that you probably think I was being a mondo bitch, but this was just too much. He never acknowledged my existence before, and when he did, it was an act of cruelty or he had something really dickish to say. Him imprinting was not something that was just going to make up for all that shit that he had done to me.
"Why won't you just let me be here for you?" he asked, now getting angry.
"Because you didn't even give a shit until a few hours ago!" I yelled, causing people to stare at us. I felt like I was on the Maury Povich show. A nurse poked her head out from behind the front desk.
"I'm going to have to ask you to keep your volume down, you mustn't disturb people." she said, rudely, thick with an British accent. I flipped her the bird and stormed out of the lobby, Junior tagging behind me like a lost little puppy.
"Yaya!" I didn't answer. I just kept on my way, ignoring him. He grabbed my arm, "Aiyana!" he said harshly. That did it, that threw me over the edge, I hated being called 'Aiyana'. When he yanked me back, pulling me toward him, I lunged for his face, my fist aiming for his face, feeling the familiarity of the situation when I slugged him a few weeks ago. As soon as my hand made contact with his face, I felt my hand crunch.
SHIT, THE SAME HAND AS LAST TIME!
"Fuuuucc-!" I yelled, but curved my language. Junior smirked. "Holy hell! You hurt my hand, you ass!" I screamed, even more people looking at me.
"I didn't do anything." he said simply. "Lemme see it." he said, coming toward me.
"Don't touch me, don't fucking touch me." I said low, but with as much venom as I could muster. Junior ignored me, taking my hand in his, gently examining it. The heat from his fingers made the throbbing slow a little.
"I don't think it's broken." he murmured after a moment. "I think you just sprained it a little." His eyes looked up and connected with mine. I was stuck there for a moment, I couldn't look away.
DAMN IT, HIM AND HIS SEA BLUE EYES.
My cheeks began to get hot and I tore my eyes away from his, feeling stupid because he was getting the best of me again.
SHIT, FUCK, DAMN, ASS, UGGGGHHHH!
Junior looked back down to my wrist, his fingers brushing over the bracelet Spear gave me. "Where did you get this?" he asked.
"Spear gave it to me." Junior growled. "Oh, blow it out of your ass, will you, Jesus, it's a friendship bracelet, and I'm marrying him!" He stepped closer to me.
"You are mine." he said easily, "No one else's, especially not Spear Mahalla's."
"Oh, way to charm a girl, Tama!" I threw up my good hand, "Just mark you're goddamn territory, jeez, you're like a frikkin' dog peeing on a lamp post!" An ironic choice of words on my part.
"It's true." he stated, "You are connected to me whether you like it or not."
OH FOR THE LOVE OF MY SANITY, THERE WAS NO GETTING THOUGH TO HIM!
Right when I was about to scream in frustration, my dad appeared from around the corner.
"AC! Tia is awake." he said. My dad stared warily at Junior. He gave him a glare.
"What happened to your wrist?" he asked as I walked past him, seeing my swollen wrist.. I shrugged.
"Junior's face……..again." as I rushed to Ms. T.
I felt my heart beat faster. Ms. T was talking to the doctor.
"She sustained a little internal bleeding, but we got her all squared away. She'll have to stay here for a few weeks to make sure that she doesn't start bleeding again, but after she's all cleared, she should be fine to go home." he said smiling. I sighed in relief.
THANK JESUS, THE LORD ABOVE. SHE WAS OAKY.
I had to wait another hour before I could see Tia. I iced my wrist and it felt a load better after a while when Ms. T came out, she grinned at me. "She won't rest until she see's you." I smiled.
After I got lost, I finally found her room. Tia was laying on the hospital, looking weak and tired. She had some cuts and bruises.
"Hey there friend." I said, tears forming. She looked up at me."Please don't tell me that you're going to cry. You were never one to get all mushy and what not." she croaked. I laughed as a few stray tears fell away. Rushing to her side, and laying a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're okay!" I blubbered. She rolled her eyes beaming.
"Me too! Who else will torture your brother?!" we both cracked up at this. "So my mom told me that Junior Tama is here with you." That was just like Tia, even when something really serious was going on, she would still want to gossip. I huffed loudly.
"Yeah, that's kind of complicated." I mumbled.
"How is it complicated? He's hot." I laughed at her shallowness. "What, do you have like a secret crush on him or something? And you never told me, you hussy!?!" she grinned.
"No! I don't have a crush on him…it's just a complicated thingy…" I rambled. "and I… you know what, I don't even want to go into it." I couldn't very well explain imprinting to her. "I just want to celebrate the fact that you are not road kill." I teased her back.
I stayed with Tia until the nurse came in and told me that visiting hours were over. Tia made me promise to come back the next day.
"I promise." I told her. "Love ya T!" I laughed.
"Love you more, two dollar whore." we laughed as I slipped out the door.
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I was exhausted the fallowing Monday after sleepless nights and visiting Tia during the day, and so not looking forward to school. I managed to avoid Junior for the rest of the weekend.
Spear picked me up on Monday. Shane and Kane were skipping out on the first half of the day since they had late patrol last night.
"Morning sunshine." he greeted me. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Spear.
"Hey."
"Hectic weekend, aye?" I nodded inaudibly.
"You have no idea." Spear chuckled.
"So how's things with Junior?" he asked. I raised my bum hand, wrapped in an ace bandage, that had recently healed from the first altercation, and then I went and made it bum again, in his face.
"How do you think?" I asked sarcastically. Spear was trying to hold in a laugh.
"Damn it Spear! You know you want to laugh you're ass off, so just do it already." He burst into a fit of laughter, nearly crying he was laughing so hard. After a few moments, he settled down, directing the car into the school parking lot. "Are you done now?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I'm done. What the hell happened?"
"We were at the hospital after we caught wind of Tia's accident, and well for lack of a better way to say it, he was being the world's biggest bunghole and I lunged, and then poof, I'm back to sporting this fugly ass brace." I rambled. Spear let out another fit of chuckles. "Yeah, it's super hilarious, Spear." I chided, in a monotone voice.
"I'm sorry, it's just, don't you think you can give him a chance, like at least be friends with him, if not then just declare peace at least." My jaw dropped.
"You're taking his side?"
"Not exactly, but-" I raised my wrist with the friendship bracelet.
"What the hell happened to best friends? A loop that never ends?" I asked him, feeling like and idiot speaking in corny Disney Channel Movie phrases.
"I am your best friend Cookie, but he's my pack brother, cut him a little slack."
"Oh, my Jesus, he was terrible to me for so long and now I'm just supposed to love the douche because of some mystical soul mate bull?!" I yelled. "Nah, you know what, I don't even believe in love or soul mates or whatever, which is why, trying to make peace or buying into this imprint crap is a waste of time for me." Spear shook his head, realizing that he was getting nowhere and accomplishing nothing but pissing me off.
"Whatever you say Cook, whatever you say." he said, climbing out of the car and fallowing me into the school. The bell was about to ring so I rushed to my locker, trying to get my stuff so I wouldn't be late. As I opened my locker door, a peace of paper floated to the floor. It looked like a note. I picked it up, and stuffed it into my books, intending to read it in class, since the bell was going to ring at any second. Spear's locker slammed shut.
"See you at lunch." he smiled.
"Yeah, see ya." I muttered heading off in the opposite direction. History was boring and Hayden wasn't there to talk to so it was even worse. Mom said that Emily told her that he was going to phase soon. Good for him. Hayden was a good guy. He looked exactly like Sam, russet skin and deep mahogany eyes. His sweet personality had been inherited from Emily.
My eyes were beginning to fall as Mr. Hide started blabbering about ancient Chinese artifacts, blah, blah, blah. Suddenly I jerked my head up, remembering the note that I stuffed in my book. I shuffled around, finding it.
Unfolding the paper, I didn't recognize the handwriting. It was cramped and chunky.
'Cookie,
I really am sorry that I offended you this weekend and I guess I sorta ruined your birthday too, I just wanted to say that if it's what you really want, then I'll stay away. Or if there's ever a possibility of us being together, then I'll wait as long as I have to. You're worth it.
-Junior'
He finally got it through his thick head! But I can't say that I didn't feel a little guilty, guilty that I hurt his feelings even though he did it to me many times before. I didn't like to admit that when he said those rude things, like the thing with Timber, it did hurt my feelings. But still, two wrongs don't make a right. I did have a conscience.
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When I got to Algebra, I was a bit nervous. Junior was in that class. I slipped by his desk, luckily he wasn't there yet and found my desk.
I had my head down, but I felt a tug, not in a literal sense, but still like a pull, an unexplainable pull. I looked up and Junior was quietly sitting down at his seat, trying not to look in my direction. My eyes were trained on him until Ms. Dane pulled me away.
"Okay class, those of you who are signed up for peer tutoring, I have your assigned partners. So I'll call you up and you can get you log slip." she said. Ms. Dane called a few names until she got to me.
"Yaya," I called me, and I got up to get the slip. I was hoping that I didn't have tot tutor some dumb jock. I unfolded the paper, skimming over it until-
Tutor: Aiyana Ateara
Tutored: Junior Tama
Subject: Algebra 2
FUCKING GRAND.
Junior looked as surprised as I did when he got his log sheet, but didn't raise his gaze to mine. He looked sad, and ashamed. I was basking in my anger when he raised his hand.
"Yeah Junior." Ms. Dane asked. Junior hesitated.
"Uh, Ms. D, is it possible that I can switch tutors?" he asked.
"Is there a problem with Ms. Ateara, Junior?"
"No! Not that it's just-"
"Look, Junior, I can't switch your tutor. All the others are tutoring two or more people and I'm sure they wouldn't be to happy with me for just changing their partners. I'm sure that you and Ms. Ateara will work out your differences, if not, it's going to be a hell of a semester."
"Semester?" I piped in. "You didn't say that it was for a whole semester!" Ms. Dane frowned.
"Well, now you know."
"I-" I began, but was cut off.
"I need to begin class, if you need to speak with me, it can wait till after class." she said sternly, and obviously irritated. Junior didn't look up for the whole period, even when Ms. Dane yelled at his for not paying attention. I didn't stop to talk to her after class, it was hopeless, I was stuck with Junior for the whole semester. So much for him staying away.
When lunch came, I was more than ready for nourishment. My brother and Shane came during fourth period.
When I got into the caff, I was greeted by my brother.
"Hey look-alike." he smiled. I grinned back.
"Sup." I replied. The rest of the guys said hello and nodded in a greeting. I didn't even notice Junior at the end of the table until I heard his voice. It was low, like he was trying to keep unnoticed. I kind of felt my heart tug in his direction when I heard him.
WHAT THE HELL, NAH, I'M JUST IMAGINING IT.
I shoved Shane over and he poked my side, causing me to laugh. He stopped to examine me, I could feel Junior eyes on us.
"Hey! You're wearing those earrings I got you!" he laughed. Shane had gotten me some earrings with the cookie monster on them for my birthday. He said they reminded him of me. Shane tucked some loose hair behind my ear, and looked closer. "They look good." he grinned.
Junior slammed his hands on the table, causing a loud noise. Everyone stared at him. He growled before storming off, out of the caff.
"What's his problem?" I asked. Spear shrugged.
"He's just having a hard time." my brother said seriously. "He has always had the perception that imprinting always ends in a relationship and it's not exactly going the way he planned." he explained.
"How do you even know this?" I asked him. He ducked closer to me.
"I can hear his thoughts, remember?" he whispered, trying not to let any outsiders hear. I nodded.
"Well, I'm sorry that it's not working the way that he wants but what he wants, I'm not willing to give." Kane thought for a moment.
"I understand that Cook, I really do but you don't know what and imprint does to you." he said matter of factly. "It's hard, you adore and love a person so much that it hurts. It's kind of killing him that you don't even feel friendship toward him."
"That's what I don't get though, Kanie." I replied. "How can he love and adore me so much in such a short period of time? it's not ethical." he shrugged.
"Sometimes it's just up to fate….and fate isn't always ethical."
A/N: so that was one hell of a chapter aye, it was hella long! :D But I hoped you liked it. Yaya is a bullheaded thang isn't she!? Don't worry, she'll come around! :D