I don't own anything other than Aiden and the plot.
Paul's POV
She kept her voice indifferent as she said this.
"I told you already; she's working." I said, speaking through clenched teeth. Leah had left out something last night. She had said that she hated lying to her; she didn't say how hard it was to get her to believe it.
She scowled. "I'm not stupid, Paul. I hate it when people lie to me."
"I'm not lying!" I said, trying hard to convince her.
"You're not telling me the whole story, either!" She said, exasperated. I didn't answer. "You promised!" she accused.
"I'm sorry, Aiden." I said, really meaning it.
"You know what? Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore." She said, and she shoved me aside, heading for the door.
"Aiden…" I protested. She stopped as she reached the door, her hand on the knob. She looked back at me, and I realized she was giving me a chance to explain. When I didn't say anything, she scowled again, and said, "I don't have time for this. I'm going to be late for school." And with that, she opened the door, and slammed it behind her.
I realized something as I stayed, frozen in the same spot. What I realized was if I didn't tell her about us soon, there wouldn't even be a her in La Push anymore.
-3-
Aiden's POV
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!." I told myself. I'd forgotten the keys inside the house. But I didn't want to go back and face him again. Not if he was going to lie to my face. I spotted something in the corner of the garage as I stepped away from the car.
A-hah! A bike! Perfect, I thought. I missed biking in Cali. I missed the rush of the wind running through my hair, and the burn of my legs as I pushed myself faster.
Eager, I ran towards the bike and appraised it. Mongoose, 18 speed. Nice, I commented. I threw my legs over, and tested out the balance of the tires. And, they were perfect.
I pushed off the ground, and pedaled fast out of the driveway.
I was so happy about finding it, I hardly noticed the how long the bike ride took me. Probably about 20 minutes. As I pedaled into the lot of La Push Education Center (sounds like an asylum to me!) I notice I
was didn't have a lock with me. Crap. Oh, well. I thought as I got off the bike and pushed it onto one of the racks. A really skinny, really pretty blonde girl was there, struggling with her locks.
She sighed. "I give up."
"Need some help?" She looked up at me, as if just realizing I was there.
She smiled at me shyly, "I'd really appreciate some."
I smiled back and said, "No problem."
I locked her bike up, and turned to leave.
"Wait, where's yours?"
I turned back towards her, confused. "Where's my what?
"You're bike lock. Don't you have one?"
I shook my head, "I left in a hurry, I totally forgot about that."
She smiled, and took a key out of her purse. She unlocked her bike lock, and unwound it from around the bike, then handed it to me.
"I'm sure it's long enough to get both of ours."
"No really, its fine." I insisted.
"Take it." She said.
I sighed and wound it around both bikes, then locked it again.
"Thanks, um…"
"Rebekah." She smiled.
"Aiden." I smiled back. "So what's your first class?"
She laughed said, "History. What a way to start off the day, huh?"
I laughed. I really liked this girl. "That's my first class, too. Do you mind showing me where it is?"
"Of course. But first, let's sign you in at the main office." She said, linking her arm through mine.
I was amazed at how easy it was to talk to this girl. We were chatting like old friends, and it soon it seemed like we knew everything about each other.
"Here we are," she sang, as the pulled open the office door.
A plump woman wearing a violent shade of purple from head to toe was seated behind the desk. I couldn't help but notice that her feet didn't touch the floor, and as I looked at her in disgust, I felt Rebekah stifle a laugh.
"Can I help you?" she drawled.
"I guess." I said. Rebekah laughed, at loud this time, at my expression.
"She's new here, Ms. Lovelace." She said, giggling.
A wave of irritation came across the woman's features. "Name, please."
"Aiden Wood."
"I need your middle name, as well."
"You're out of luck, I don't have one." I said.
The woman sighed heavily, and handed me a slip to have all the teachers sign. She gave me a serious gaze. "I need this back by the end of the day, if that's not too hard for you," she sneered.
"Whatever," I said, and grabbing the slip, I whirled us around, and we walked out the door, model style, still arm in arm.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Rebekah burst out laughing. "That was awesome! I wish we could do that again sometime."
"Wish granted. We'll see her again at the end of the day. Ugh, that color should be illegal." I said, and she sniggered.
Rebekah led me into another classroom, where she shot me an apologetic glance, and slid her arm out of mine, to take her seat.
I walked up to the thin, balding, man and handed him the slip to sign.
"Adden? Ay-Aid- Miss Wood, then. I'm Mr. Lyle." He said as he signed the slip.
"Actually, it's Aiden." I said.
"Alright, well, good thing we have one extra seat. Paul, please raise your hand."
Dang. I looked at the floor, and out of the corner of my eye, saw him raise his hand.
"Off you go, Miss Wo-" I gave him a sever glance, and he backtracked. "Aiden."
I kept my eyes on the floor as I slouched into the seat in the back next to …him.