A/N: Okay so that last chapter was crazy short… and kinda weird. And it got cut off like halfway though the chapter. Which sucks. LIKE THE CHAPTER. I didn't like it, but I had a bad case of Writer's Block… And when I get Writer's Block, I stuff my face until I think of something.. But I think I'll do a little better on this one. I've been trying to think of ways to introduce the "Fur-Splosion" issue, and I might have a good one… So… RxR, please. Reviews make my week. Seriously. REVIEW, BITCH! ~NeonWaffleSauce :D
Disclaimer: I'm not going to sit here and think of some witty way to say the obvious- I don't own Twilight. So shut up. Oh, and I don't own "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5. That's their beautiful song. I'm not making any money off of this.
Chapter 5 (cont.)
Leslie P.O.V
Embry and I had been joined at the hip since then. Nothing between us had really changed, minus the fact we finally knew each other's feelings. We still hung out with Jacob, Quil, and Ivy, all the time. We weren't that annoying couple that makes out around you. I mean, I'd sit on his lap, occasionally. That was about the highlight of our public physical relationship. As Quil loved to say, we had PDA-phobia.
But when we were alone, Embry was all mine. He had a certain everything about him. Smell, taste, aura… The whole nine yards. He smelled like Axe and the forest, tasted like the chocolates he was constantly popping in his mouth, and calmed me like only Embry could. He was every single thing I had asked for, and more. I trusted him with my life, my love, and my virtue. Yeah, I said it. V-card. That's how much I loved him.
I'd used that one to get him to cut his hair for me. Jacob and Quil had badgered him for the longest time, trying to figure out what he bargained his hair for, but he never told. Of course they guessed the right answer a couple of times, but he didn't confirm it. He wouldn't confirm anything. The fact he managed to keep a straight face while they were shooting questions at him like that was hilarious. I was snickering the entire time.
My final month in La Push passed in a flurry of cliff-diving, bad pranks, and disturbing the peace. The guys, Ivy, and I tore the town to pieces, leaving an abundance of chaos in our wake. I'd completely turned my life around that summer.
Friday, the night of my last bonfire arrived, much to my dismay. I pulled on some shorts, and tugged a clean t-shirt over my head. I jogged out the front door, and made my way to the garage.
"Jake! C'mon! We're late!" I called into the shack, before heading on over to the Rabbit and hopping in the front seat. Billy was already at the beach, having gone out fishing with Charlie earlier in the day. You know its sad when an old man in a wheelchair beats you to your own party.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" He shouted back, and I heard something slam shut. Fiestyass… I thought to myself. Jacob's "time-of-the-month" was worse than mine, by far. He was rude, exaggerative, and snippy, biting heads off around every turn.
When Jacob finally made it out of the garage, he was beaming at me. I smiled back of course, but I was confused as crap. What was he so happy about? Wasn't he just throwing a hissy-fit?
"Leslie! C'mere! I've got something to show you!" He said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. I clambered out of the little car, bumping my head on the doorframe on my way out. Jake was still smiling when I made it to him, holding my hand to my throbbing head.
"What do you want, Bigfoot?" I asked playfully. He just grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the garage. I stumbled along behind him, almost loosing my balance more than once.
"Now," he said, releasing my wrist. "Cover your eyes." I did as he said, cupping my hands over my eyes. I heard some rattling, a couple of grunted curses, and finally, "Open them!".
I opened my eyes to see an electric guitar in his arms, a huge grin on his face. The guitar was a gorgeous ebony color, with a dark blue heart in the bottom left corner. The heart was roughly the size of a doorknob, and it had a bright green "E" emblazoned in it. The guitar was absolutely breath-taking.
I ran to Jacob, and threw my arms around his neck. Giving him the biggest bear hug of his life, I said "thank you" in every language I could.
"You're welcome!" He said with a laugh, prying me off of him. Jacob may've grated my nerves every chance he got, but he was still my brother.
I was still thanking Jacob when we got to the beach. He'd easily given me one of my favorite gifts I'd ever received.
I had laid the guitar in the backseat before we'd left, not having enough time to put it up in the house and make it to the bonfire at a decent time. I looked back at it, smiling to myself. In a way, I'd be bringing Embry back to New York with me.
"Leslie!" A voice called as I stepped out of the little Volkswagen. I turned around to see Quil, his hair in tressed pigtails. I burst out laughing as I remembered our bet from a long, long time before.
"Quil, I'm not going to kiss you!" I screeched from behind Jacob, using him as my bullet-monkey. There was no way in hell I was kissing him.
"You know you want to! C'mon! You name the condition!" He replied with a pleading smile, and I thought of the most degrading thing I could.
"Fine. You've got to get Julia Shaw to braid your hair, and then I'll kiss you!" I said with a smirk, confident that Julia wouldn't do it. She may've been easy, but Quil wasn't even on her options list.
"Deal!" He exclaimed, spitting on his hand and holding it out to me. I wrinkled my nose at the thought of his saliva. Eww.
Now, here he was in front of me, ribbons and all. I looked all around for Julia, needing some sort of confirmation. He could've just gotten his mom to do it or something.
"She's over…" He stopped abruptly, gaping behind my shoulder. I spun around, looking for whatever he was staring at, and saw something that made my blood run hot.
Julia was wearing a sun "dress" (or shirt, depending on how short a dress is to you) that Hugh Heffner would've adored, over a string bikini that barely covered her no-no's. She was leaned over a beach bag, flirting with Embry, her coin-slot being the main attraction. Ever since I'd gotten him to cut his hair, she'd paid him a lot more attention.
I felt anger rise in the back of my throat like vomit, and I had to fight to keep it down. I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white and popped. This whore was treading on some seriously dangerous ground.
I pulled my now-long hair into a messy ponytail, and took out my earrings. One thing you learn in New York, girls fight nasty. I myself had never been in a fight, but I'd seen plenty of earlobes ripped in half because of girls pulling earrings.
Tossing the oversized hoops at Quil, I started storming my way over to the Mattress-Hopping-Whore-Frog. Jacob ran around the hood of the Rabbit, and tried to restrain me by my arms. I shook him off easier than I would've if we'd been playing around, and shoved him back a few feet. He came right back at me though, pinning my wrists to my sides.
"Get the hell out of my way, Jacob." I hissed through my teeth, squirming free. When he tried to stop me that time, I cocked my fist back and nailed him right in the bridge of his nose, hearing a sickening SNAP! Instead of making sure he was okay, I sidestepped him and continued on my quest to kill the Cum-Guzzling-Sewer-Slut.
Surprisingly, nobody else tried to stop me. When I finally got to Julia, the look on Embry's face stopped me for just a split second. I'd expected a shocked stare, or some form of disappointment. Instead, he looked absolutely thrilled. Why, I didn't know. But I really didn't care. What I really cared about was knocking the dumb plastic sneer off of her stupid face.
"Hey, Julia," I said, acid dripping from my voice. "You do realize that you're half-ass flashing my boyfriend, right?" She just laughed and rolled her eyes, and turned back to Embry.
I wrapped my left hand in the roots of her long, black hair, and snatched her head back. Swinging her around and off of the log, I pinned her to the ground by her shoulders with my knees. Julia was scratching and clawing whatever she could reach, but that didn't change the fact she was screwed.
I began punching her right in the jaw, putting all of my bodyweight into the blows. I could hear every impact made, and loved it. Obviously her adrenaline rush was as powerful as mine though, because she managed to knock me off of her and start running towards her car.
Brushing my hair out of my face, I scrambled up and sprinted after her. When I finally caught up, I full body tackled her by the shoulders, shoving her face into the sand. I rewrapped my fist in her mane, and began beating her face into my knee. That hurt like hell, but it had to be even worse for her.
"LESLIE! STOP!" I felt a strong pair of arms wrap tightly around my waist from behind, tugging me off of the slore.
Julia was laying on the ground, shaking with sobs, and bleeding out of a pretty big gash on her forehead. Ivy was kneeled beside her, wrapping something around her head to stop the bleeding.
I thrashed around, trying to free myself. Whoever it was had a good grip and a high pain tolerance, considering I'd kicked them in the kneecaps at least 3 times. They spun me around to face them, holding me close.
"Shh… Shhh… Its okay…" Embry whispered into my ear soothingly, and I buried my face into his chest, weeping silently. I'd completely ruined my last night with Embry and my friends, over something as stupid as another girl flirting with my boyfriend. I trusted Embry, I knew he'd never leave me, but the fact that Julia was flirting with him in the first place sent me over the deep end. I was the jealous, psychopathic girlfriend… great. I used to make fun of those…
Chapter 6:
Embry P.O.V
I just rocked her in my arms, the sound of her tears breaking my heart. When I saw her, towering over Julia, with her hands on her hips, I knew she wasn't going to let this end without violence. And, I know it sounds terrible, but I'm kind of glad she did it. For two reasons. The first being that Julia would stop trying to get me to leave Leslie, and the second being that it was nice to know that Leslie was jealous. I realize how awful that sounds, but you can't help but get a little ego boost when the girl you love just stomped another girl's ass for looking at you wrong.
"E-Embry…" Leslie sniveled, shattering another little piece of me. I looked down at her, amazed by how beautiful she was, even with reddened eyes and a tearstained face. I leaned my forehead down to hers, gazing into those bright emerald eyes.
"Yes?" I whispered back, resting my hands in the small of her back. She blinked a couple of times, chewing on her bottom lip. Even though I knew that was a sign that she was going to tell me something important, I was distracted anyways. Damn teenage hormones.
"I'm… I don't know when I'm going to be able to come back…" She said, her voice shaking slightly. That was the final blow. My heart imploded into a million tiny pieces, and I just held her tighter to me. I knew that if I cried, her last night here would be absolutely ruined.
Ivy had driven Julia home, explained the whole situation to her mom, and Mrs. Shaw agreed to not press charges. She knew how Julia could be, and she'd known Leslie long enough to know that she wouldn't do anything like that without good provocation.
Ivy was a few feet away, talking in hushed whispers with Seth Clearwater. Before Leslie had come to La Push, Seth was the closest thing she had to a friend. Which wasn't saying much, considering they hardly talked. But now, I guessed Leslie had improved Ivy's people-skills, because they were talking like they were old friends.
"Embry… Let's get back to the fire." Leslie muttered, pulling away from me. I reached for her hand and led her to the bonfire, where everyone was at.
"Leslie! Damn girl! You beat Julia down!" Quil exclaimed, grinning like a moron. Leslie just flipped him off with her free hand, causing everyone to laugh heartily. That's when I realized Quil's hair was braided into pigtails, with a little pink bow on each end. I gave him a "What the hell is up with that?" look.
"Leslie," he held up a braid, and Jacob leered evilly. "You made a deal." Leslie let go of my hand and scrambled off of the log. Quil got up and started lurking towards her. She planted her feet and glared at him.
"You saw what I did to Julia," she growled. "Come on over here. Let's see if you live to see tomorrow…" Quil just winked at her. I was really confused. What the hell was going on?
"They made a bet that if Quil could get my sister to braid his hair, Leslie would kiss him. Before you started dating, mind you, but still, a bet's a bet." Ivy had sat down on the other side of me, her hand intertwined with Seth's. I hadn't been expecting that, but I knew all about sudden relationships, so I didn't say anything about it.
"This is gonna be funny…" I replied, smiling a little. I knew she didn't want to kiss him, so it really didn't bother me. But the idea of Quil's aftertaste did. I shuddered a little bit, and Ivy caught it.
"Doesn't seem like you think so…" She whispered with a smirk, as Jacob snuck behind Leslie and pinned her arms back. She squiggled, squirmed, and thrashed about, but it wasn't doing much good. She was no match for two teenage boys.
"Quil! Don't you dare!" Leslie snarled through bared teeth, her eyes flashing. When she was angry, she was the scariest thing I'd ever seen. I think it was the fact that she was so animalistic when she was mad. It was like they were two totally different people; Happy Leslie, and Killer Leslie. I got uneasy when she was like this.
"Reo, you made a bet. You're gonna have to hold up your end of the deal!" Quil said, closing in on her, and getting in her face. She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes.
"Fine." I was stunned. She'd given up with just a single death threat. That in itself was a miracle. Quil looked even more astonished than I was, his jaw agape, eyes wide.
Quil stepped towards her, and angled his face slightly. Jacob let her go, and she molded to him, even wrapping her hands in the roots of his hair. I had to blink a couple of times before I realized what was going on. My girlfriend was kissing my best friend. What the hell?
I was about to get up and interfere when I heard Quil cry out in pain. He was trying to pull away from Leslie, who just wrapped her hands tighter in his hair. She ripped his head down, and shoved him to the sand. He was holding his hands to his bottom lip, cursing everyone from the devil to his mother.
"How'd you like that, Ateara?" She laughed wickedly, spitting in the sand and wiping her mouth off on her collar. Jake just stood there, eyes as big as saucers. I'm pretty sure mine were too.
"Wh-What? What was that?" I managed to get out, looking from Leslie, to Quil, and back to Leslie. She gave me a half-hearted smile before answering.
"Well… I figured there was no way to get of it. So I played the part. Pretty damn well, if I do say so myself. And, he kinda got a little too into it… So… I, umm… bit his lip. Hard…" She explained, looking around frantically.
"Need something to drink, Les?" Ivy asked, and I could hear the smile in her voice. Leslie nodded, and Ivy tossed her a bottle of water. Twisting the cap off, she threw her head back and downed the contents of the bottle in record time. When she was done, she burped loudly, and blushed.
That was one of my favorite things about Leslie. You could be talking about the weather, and she would find a way to throw a blush somewhere in the conversation. It was adorable. I smiled, and patted the spot on the log next to me.
Leslie tossed the empty bottle into a nearby trash can, and snuggled up next to me. I leaned my head on hers, and we just listened to the waves crashing. She was humming under her breath, and I got lost in the tune. When she said she was a bad singer, she was lying through her teeth. She may've thought she didn't sound good, but in all reality, she was amazing. Her voice had a soft, soothing sound to it. I could fall asleep listening to her sing every night for the rest of my life, and I hoped I could.
"Leslie, wanna sing for me?" Billy asked with a grin. Already knowing what Leslie was going to say, I took my arm off of her shoulders. She flashed a smile at me, and I felt my heart ache with longing. To me, Leslie was perfect. She was funny, sweet, beautiful, shy, and she loved me. And the fact that I wouldn't be seeing her again for about another year was killing me.
Leslie stood, brushed herself off and walked to the Rabbit. She'd started keeping her acoustic guitar in the trunk the second week she was in La Push. "If I ever need to sing my way out of a bill, I'm all set!" she said, and I'd laughed.
"So, Embry," Quil sat down in the seat Leslie had vacated, though not so close. "How do you think you're going to deal without her?" Quil's tendency to get right to the point was both annoying and relieving. In this case, annoying.
"I don't know, Quil. I can't really imagine it." I answered truthfully, turning around to see her walking back to us, a grin plastered on her face. Music always did this for her, and I was glad to know she'd have some way to stay whole while she was back in the Big Apple.
Leslie sat, legs crossed, in the sand, right beside Billy's wheelchair. Strumming some chords I didn't recognize, she looked up at me, the fire dancing in her eyes. When she began to sing, I stopped caring about whether I knew the song or not, and just let the music wash over me.
"Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself. He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else.I drove for miles and milesAnd wound up at your doorI've had you so many times but somehowI want moreI don't mind spending everydayOut on your corner in the pouring rainLook for the girl with the broken smileAsk her if she wants to stay awhileAnd she will be lovedShe will be lovedTap on my window knock on my doorI want to make you feel beautifulI know I tend to get so insecureIt doesn't matter anymoreIt's not always rainbows and butterfliesIt's compromise that moves us along, yeahMy heart is full and my door's always openYou can come anytime you wantI don't mind spending everydayOut on your corner in the pouring rainLook for the girl with the broken smileAsk her if she wants to stay awhileAnd she will be lovedAnd she will be lovedAnd she will be lovedAnd she will be lovedI know where you hideAlone in your carKnow all of the things that make you who you areI know that goodbye means nothing at allComes back and begs me to catch her every time she fallsTap on my window knock on my doorI want to make you feel beautifulI don't mind spending everydayOut on your corner in the pouring rainLook for the girl with the broken smileAsk her if she wants to stay awhileAnd she will be lovedAnd she will be lovedAnd she will be lovedAnd she will be loved."
When she finished, I was fighting back tears. Don't ask me how I knew, but I just knew, that this would be the last time I would ever get to hear her sing with all of the love in her voice directed at me.
And how right I was…
