"Hey," Summer guided me inside her house.
"Hi," I said putting my stuff down and stretching. "So, what are we doing today?"
"I don't know," She laughed.
"We could watch a movie!" I suggested.
"Sure," I heard her walk over "Notebook, Greece, Wedding Singer?"
"Greece!"
"Great, I'll go put some popcorn in."
Summer
Bridget had settled down on the couch as I went into the kitchen and put popcorn in the microwave. Why did she smell like them? I wondered. She wasn't one, for sure. And she didn't live near them either. So what could make her smell like the giant wolves? I had tried to stay clear of them, they didn't like me for whatever reason and I hated them. They smelled like wet dog.
But Why Bridge? Didn't they have anyone else that they had to go around picking on innocent girls?
The microwave interrupted my thoughts.
"I'm back" I announced making Bridget turn around and smile up at me. I put the dvd in pressing play.
"Are you still going to high school?"
"Yeah, a year till graduation," I said almost sad.
"You don't' seem so happy."
"Well," I sighed. "Collage starts after and I really don't want to go into all the dorms and every thing."
She laughed. "Just want to stay here, huh?"
I laughed with her. "Yeah, and you?" I asked.
"I don't know yet, Morgan's finishing my Braille course and after that, well, I think I'm going to be settling down. There's not a lot I can do." She said as if she'd been thinking about this for a while now. I remembered Bridget before the accident. She was always a positive person. Never looking down. But then after… her dad passed away, and she had become depressed and not caring how she looked and her language had gone horrible. She cursed at everything, and refused to go to the Braille school her mom had required for her. And then finally she just gave up. She would go to Braille school, go shopping with her friends, and then hang out with all her guy 'friends'. It was a fast change but we were all proud of her. Then she moved…
"Summ?" she asked probably scared by my silence.
"Yeah, I'm alive," I laughed with her.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"Nothing," She waited for me to continue. I smiled. "How was your day today?"
"Amazing, I went cliff diving!" She said sitting up.
"Really? Wait, with who?" I asked realizing she couldn't go swimming alone.
"Um,"
"A guy?" I asked knowing her all too well.
"Yeah," She smiled turning to face me. I muted the movie knowing neither one of us was paying attention to it now.
"What's his naaame?" I asked nudging her.
"Paul,"
"And do we like Paul?"
"A lot," she answered biting her lip
"Come on, Bridge more than, one word answers!" I begged.
"He's really sweet, and over protective."
"Go on,"
"And when we're together… I don't know we just… click!"
"Aw…" I said teasing her again.
"Shut up Summer,"
"And is he hot?"
"Literally," She laughed. It couldn't be one of them could it? The that would explain why she smelled like them but… it couldn't be. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled. "Does he live around here?"
"Yeah, I mean sort of. In La Push."
He was one of them "Does he seem dangerous?" I asked interested to know what a wolf would want with a girl like her.
"What do mean?" She asked her voice irritated.
"Like does he get angry fast?"
"Um, I guess. But that's just who he is."
"You know Sam Uley?" I asked knowing he'd already told her about him. They loved their alpha.
"Well, I've never met him but Paul mentioned him. Why do you?" She asked bittingher lip again.
"Everyone does. His fiancé's face has a huge scar on it."
"Really what happened?"
"Sam just got angry once and he started shaking wildly--"
"Paul shakes when he gets mad." She added.
"And Emily got too close to Sam and then…"
"Oh," She said looking down. "Paul never told me that."
"Wonder why…" I mumbled. She turned to the tv and put on a bright smile. Bridget had always done this. She didn't like people to know she wasn't feeling well, so she would always put on a happy face for people.
"Oh my god! Greece lighting!" She screamed.
Bridget
Morgan had picked me up from Summers' the next day.
"Are you feeling alright?" She asked as I opened the front door.
"sure," I said going to sit on the couch
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm good," I put on a small smile going to my bed room and slamming the door behind.
What had I been thinking? You don't just go out with random strangers that you meet on the beach, Bridget! No matter how sweet they seem! Arg! Focus brain! List reasons…
To not stay with him: Summer's story.
To stay with him: in love with him, sweet, kind, gentle, loving.
Well, guess I'm staying with him.
But was Summers' story really true? I shook my head trying to get rid of the negative thoughts. Paul would never hurt me. I felt guilty for even relating Sam with Paul.
WAIT!! Did I just say I was in love with him?
Wow things were moving fast.
