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No Silly Business


She's like a Bee


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Embry Call had never been this nervous to drive a car since his driving test. Although he had passed with flying colors and was a pretty safe driver, the way Beatrice was clenching onto her seatbelt while the car wasn't even on yet made his heart race like crazy. It didn't take long for him to realize that she was afraid of him.

"So, where do you live?" he asked, buckling his seatbelt. His question made her snap out of her daze and slightly flustered.

"I'll give you the directions while you're driving," she mumbled, not exactly willing to let him know her address.

"Alright, that's cool. It's raining a bit hard so I'm gonna drive slowly," he said, shifting the car out of parking. From the rear view mirror he could see Quil waving them goodbye, a cheeky grin sculpting his features.

Cheeky Bastard

A silly smile soon erupted onto Embry's face as he silently thanked the heavens and Quil for his opportunity alone with Beatrice. Now, he needed to focus on how not to screw up every time he opened his mouth.

Beatrice, on the other hand, was staring out the window, watching the rain drops splash against the glass as they left their trail behind. To be honest, she was currently anxious (which she hated) but was thankful that Embry was keeping his mouth shut. Only soundless silence passed between them.

"Take a right here," she said, never pointing at the turn ahead or even glancing at him. It was more like an order than given directions. He didn't care - he never really noticed anything bad about her anyways. She was perfect to him.

Embry expertly curved the steering wheel to make a turn, causing the car to splash against puddles of water to create a miniature wave. He grinned, loving the way he had purposely accelerated his speed when he turned - it gave him more control. Beatrice, however, had to grip the door handle as the car quickly spun.

"Do you mind if we listen to music?" Embry asked, looking at Beatrice. She was still squished against the door from the impact of his turn but managed to nod yes, hoping he wouldn't start listening to any provocative or excessively loud music. His driving skills were already causing her pain enough.

"Great! Can you turn on the CD player and play track six?" he motioned to the CD player with his eyes as she fumbled to sit properly against her uncomfortably tight seatbelt. By the time she was settled, she clicked the button but forgot what track he wanted again. She peeked at him, opening her mouth to ask but he was quicker.

"Track six, Bee."

She froze, her fingers barely gracing against the panel. Embry continued to drive casually until he noticed her frigid movements and slowed down a bit.

"Bee, I said track six," he repeated, watching her stare at the play button. He was definitely confused now - what happened this time?

Yet, Beatrice's mind was on the verge of melting. First, she had to survive Quil's tutoring session where he called her 'Bea' every time he spoke (that was Kim's special name for her that Quil had no right to use). But now, Embry Call had decided to nickname her 'Bee.' As in, the annoying insect with black and yellow stripes that raced for honey while taunting predators with its stinger.

How the hell was she a bee?

"Uh… Beatrice, are you like carsick or something?" Embry questioned, worried about her behavior.

Yes, I am sick. Sick of you.

"Don't call me that."

He blinked, "What?"

"Don't call me Bee - my name is Beatrice," she stated, clenching her fist. Venom dripped those words of her, hurting Embry a bit. Of course she didn't want him to call her that but he couldn't help it. Everyone called her Bea and he wanted to address her in a special way - his way.

"Sorry, I thought it would be a good, short version of Beatrice. N-not that your name is a mouthful just…" he trailed off, trying to find a good excuse for his behavior.

She finally turned played track six and stared out the window before ordering, "keep going straight until you see the stop sign. Then take a right."

Luckily for them, the sound of instrumental music filled up their dying conversation. The rain was pouring like crazy and they could hear distinct sounds of thunder rumble. Beatrice wanted to just go home but the way Embry was driving, a supposed fifteen minute car ride soon turned into a very longer one. She sighed.

"Are you parents home?" wondered Embry, curious about her private life. She took a while to respond but nodded yes.

"Good. What about any siblings? I heard having them is annoying like hell."

The thought of Ty suddenly came to her head, causing a smile to tease her lips (and he was fortunate enough to notice that reaction of hers).

"I… I have a brother," she answered, staring out the window. He bit his lip, wanting to ask more. Was her brother older or younger than her? Was he close to her? Was he overly protective? Thousands of questions flew through his head but from previous experience, he learned to keep his mouth shut. Of course, he still wanted to know the facts but he didn't want to pester Beatrice anymore about her private life. He figured that hopefully in the future he'd know her family inside and out. But for the sake of chatting, he decided to ramble about himself.

"Nice, that's cool. I don't have any siblings - it's just my mom and I in our small house. I guess the closest thing I have to brothers is the pack err… the guys. You know, Quil and all them. But like I said, they can be annoying as hell," he finished, inwardly cursing himself for mentioning the pack.

Beatrice didn't respond but she still heard him, storing the new information she learned in the back of her head. If Embry Call was getting this personal, she might as well learn some new things here and there.

"Take another right here, my house is the one with the basketball hoop," she replied. After another sharp turn, he drove up her driveway and stopped the car. His hands were gripped tightly onto steering wheel. He didn't want her to go… not yet.

Beatrice unbuckled her seatbelt and slid out of the car, grabbing her backpack last. She was about to slam the door shut and walk away when she stopped. Her eyes slowly made their way towards him and he froze. This was the first time she looked at him during the whole entire car ride and tutoring session. His heart was going to explode if her eyes stayed glued to him like that.

"… thanks, Embry," she whispered, breaking eye contact as she closed the door. It was still raining so she had to quickly run inside or else she would get drenched. He watched her go and made sure she was okay; he then pulled out of her drive way and drove back.

His mind was still fuzzy - his hands were almost white from how tightly he was holding the steering wheel. Out of instinct, he slammed onto the breaks which made the car quickly jerk to a stop. The thunder was getting louder and louder as lightning soared across the sky.

Thanks, Embry…

He closed his eyes shut, feeling a chaotic mix of emotions soar through him. Embry Call was screwed, because one look from Beatrice could make him crazy. Beatrice was making him crazy.

God, she's like a Bee - she stung him.

… so how the hell was he supposed to focus on driving when his mind was haunted by her thoughts?


Beatrice dropped her backpack onto the floor as she kicked her shoes off.

Her house was warm and she could smell whatever her mom was cooking in the kitchen. It wasn't until her stomach started growling that she realized how hungry she was. Eagerly, she walked towards her kitchen to find a surprise.

"Ty? What are you doing here?"

Her brother had been the one whipping up dinner but that shouldn't have been unexpected. It was strange, however, that he was here on a weekday - he should have been working.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me?" he teased, sprinkling cilantro onto his dish.

Beatrice blinked, "No - it's not that. But shouldn't you be working?"

"I would've but the electricity went out at the restaurant because of the storm. Unfortunately, that blizzard from Seattle is making its way over here so I thought I might as well come over and cook something instead of letting you starve. Plus, mom called me; her shift isn't ending until 2 am," he explained, grabbing plates.

She nodded, excusing herself to wash her hands. Ty set the table and plated their dinner. When she came back, they both ate in silence until Ty interrupted her feast.

"So, who was that?"

Her mouth was full of pasta, "Wha?"

"Your ride. Who dropped you home in this terrible weather? That person must be either half crazy or enjoy a good adrenaline rush," commented Ty.

Beatrice swallowed, "Why?"

"Bea, as soon as you came home there was a storm warning. The person who drove you could get seriously injured in this weather. Hopefully they live close by," Ty said, motioning towards the window to emphasize his point. The storm outside was getting worse, making her feel a rush of panic. For the first, Beatrice felt a pure shiver of guilt roll down her spine.

Embry Call had drove her home… what was he thinking?


A/N: well, that had to the most awkward car ride ever XD anyways, I hope you liked the events that played out. :3 Beatrice is beginning to open up to Embry, sort of. :P I don't know, I really do think she's like a bee though~

On the side note, I love storms :D

Overall, let me know what you thought of the chapter ~! And once again, many thanks for the reviews and story alerts. :] I'm glad you guys like Beatrice and Embry together.

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