A.N. I don't like what my muse did in this chapter. I was a sarcastic jerk! D: auuhg. Its also far too serious than what I wanted to do with the story.
Disclaimer: Notice me senpai..
Chapter 9:
Leah Clearwater stared at me, utter relieved devotion in her eyes. It reminded me of Hayato from Reborn, rescued from near death
(I swear if she called me Juudaime, I was going to jump off a cliff.)
(Wait, Bella did that. )
(It didn't work out so well.)
(Oh well.)
But while Leah had this adorable pika pika kira kira sparkly look in her eyes, and was visibly vibrating in excitement, she didn't call me any title of sorts, much to my relief.
I sort of expected more stubborn denial, and anger, but as I watched her and Jacob hold each others hands, forming a wall in front of me, it seemed to feel right.
The whole scene was pretty through the looking glass surreal, but as I watched them both flash me an adoring smile over their shoulder, and then at each other, I found that there was some truth to the theory behind the imprinting.
'They really do become what the imprint needs,' I thought, fascinated. And what I needed most was somebody I could trust; Not a lover or romantic partner, simply a friend who would never let me down.
Yet still, the terror that shot through me at the thought if telling them I wasn't their Bella sent a visage of panic across my face. This was immediately misinterpreted by Sam and the rest of the Pack, but in reluctant deference to Sam's 'authority', they stood silent, letting him speak.
"Are you sure, Leah, Jacob? The Great Spirit gave Her blessing to this union?!" he seemed to waver back and forth between understanding and complete indignation.
At this point, my mouth sort of ran away with me.
"You are sort of a racist dick, aren't you?"
Silence descended. I felt an inevitable sense of doom, but I couldn't take it back.
(maybe)
"I guess it would be more speciest, instead of racist, well unless you consider me as an 'outsider' based on the fact of me not being of your tribe," I continued, digging my hole deeper. "But in any case you are a prejudice berk!"
Behind Sam, Quil turned to Embry. "What's a berk?" he said in a faux whisper. Embry gave a annoyed glare in return.
"How am I supposed to know?!"
Sam turned to them, furious.
"SHUT UP!" he growled, using his Alpha Voice.
(I could hear the capital letters in that. Alpha. Voice)
"Oh wow," I said. "You are sort of a bully too! Have you considered anger management classes?"
(I would later find that he very much had, fearing a repeat of the attack on Emily, and had been promptly shot down by the stupid as hell "I know what's better" council.)
(And would feel ridiculous bad about saying that.)
(And also feel the need to maim said council.)
I immediately began to regret this statement, as his skin rippled, his clothes shred, and a ginormous wolf struck out at me.
But moments before he reached my throat, three wolves tackled him. Jacob, Leah, and the somewhat unexpected form of Seth.
Things went sort of crazy here, and the ensuing fight wrecked the terrain. at the end of it all, Sam was belly up, and the other members had wolved too, making an excited rukus.
They didn't stay that way all too long, though, before they calmed and phased back.
(I was surrounded by naked men.)
(Why.)
(STOP LAUGHING.)
I was mortified, embarrassed, and to my utter humiliation, somewhat aroused to be surrounded by attractive naked men.
They obviously could tell, because they quickly covered themselves with their hands, as best as they could. Leah hadn't even bothered, chuckling and taking in my flustered state.
She seemed so much happier now, it was like an entirely different person!
I did what I always did when uncomfortable - I went for comedy. "Naked party?" I said jokingly, to distract from it all. Harsh laughter scattered across the clearing.
All except Sam, who lay there, a scrap of cloth considerately placed over his privates. He was smiling weakly, and looking like he had been shouldering the world for a lifetime, and was finally free of its weight.
And as we head in, the boys having pulled out, and on, emergency shorts, (who carries emergency shorts? Besides the Hulk?), I smiled.
I felt okay with this, I decided, as Leah jabbered excitedly how much fun it was going to be to have another girl around.
(I may not have to attempt to convince Angela to drive with me after all!)
My smile spread. Yea, I was totally okay with this.
A.N. See! The seriousness! And some awkwardness. I'm trying to go for realistic development- including the oh my god this is embarrassing why did this happen moments. Realistic developing in a crack story?
someone shoot me. :C
