A/N: Hey everyone. I tried writing this chapter in character's point of views that I haven't done before. The next five chapters will be from one of the boy's point of view from pretty much the same time period. Just letting y'all know.
Seth's POV
I give Embry a look, Why did we agree to come here? He shrugs and we both turn back to Leah. She was always grumpy and upset, we thought imprinting would make it worse. We were wrong, she's been pretty chill lately, but we should've known it was to good to be true. She lied and told Embry and I that she made lunch for us. The only food here is a teeny bag of lays, which Embry already ate. Now she's just staring us down.
"Why haven't you told them?" She glares at us.
Oh, that explains it, of course she would be nosy about our imprints. "There hasn't seemed to be a proper time?" Embry says it like he's just fishing for the right answer. I nod, it's pretty much true. But is there ever a proper time to say 'Hey Dray, just thought you should know, I turn into a giant wolf that kills vampires like the Cullens. Could you pass the salt?'
"It's not like they don't adore you two already." She goes on, "The only thing I can think that they may be upset about is you hiding it from them."
"Leah, Leah, Leah you're right, we'll tell them." I say just to please her. Embry nods in agreement.
"That's awesome!" She smiles, "Then they'll tell you."
That brought Embry and I to attention, "Then they'll tell us what?" He asks and I nod along eagerly.
Leah grins, "You'll find out when you tell them." Of course she knew just how to make sure we'll tell Dray and Neville.Angela's POV
"Does it look good?" I ask Bella as she comes out of the dressing room. We're shopping for Homecoming dresses in Port Angeles. Normally she wouldn't care very much, but this year I think she's trying to knock Edward off his feet. I look at her in an atrocious light purple dress Jessica picked out for her. Jessica herself was in the next dressing room over trying on really slutty dresses.
"I'm not feeling it." She replies giving herself a once over in the full length mirrors.
I laugh, "I didn't think you would," Jessica makes a sound of protest, "Try this one." I give her another and dress.
"This one is perfect!" She says happily.
After dropping Jessica off at her house Bella turns to me. "Hey so after school tomorrow do you wanna hang out at Newton's? They hardly have an customers and my other friend and I usually just hang out. He's cool, don't worry."
I beam, "Sure that sounds like fun."
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The next day Bella and I walk over to her truck. When she thinks I'm not looking I notice she looks around the parking lot. Probably trying to catch sight of Edward. "So," I grin, "Who's this cool new guy friend of yours?" I elbow her jokingly.
She smiles but shakes her head, "We're just friends, you know there's only one guy I'm after." She laughs it's kind of creepy.
"Oh." My grin fades slightly as she opens the car door. We sit in silence as we pull out of the school. I break it with a question, "Well what's his name?"
She frowns, she looks lost in thought. I thought she didn't hear me, but she answers quietly as she pulls into the parking lot. "Blaise Zabini."
I gasps, giving her a knowing look, "Blaise Zabini as in Harry Potter's brother?" I raise an eyebrow as she unlocks the door.
She just nods as we walk inside. She gives me a small smile as she walks to a for marked STAFF ONLY, "I'm going to go change. If he comes in I'm warning you he can be a bit of a jerk. Just hold your own, he'll respect you for it." She opens the door and goes inside.
I take a seat in a folding chair and I just open my magazine when the door to the shop opens.
Blaise walks in, he's so gorgeous it's almost unnatural. Sort of like the Cullens. He's wearing a black dress shirt, with the top half buttons undone, black jeans, and black dress shoes. In his hand is a black rain coat, even though he wears all black it doesn't seen goth on him, just stylish. He looks over his shoulder as he walks in, like he's afraid someone is following him. He looks me over, "Who are you?" He asks, with an adorable accent, that's slightly slurred.
"Angela Weber." I give look him over in a similar way he did to me, "Who are you?"
"Like you don't know." He says with a small smile. He takes a seat next to me, putting his feet on the shelves as though he owns the place. "Everyone knows everything here. Almost nothing is secret." Now that he's closer I know he smells of alcohol and expensive cologne.
I frown, "Very philosophical. Are you tipsy?"
He smiles, "Probably a bit more than tipsy. Why are you here?"
"Bella invited me." I say, "Why are you here?"
"I come here after school." He says leaning his head back. "Everyone at my house are all with their boyfriends, it's depressing."
"I know what you mean." I reply with a small smile, "I just got out of a relationship myself."
He raises an eyebrow, "Who broke up with you? You're pretty." Normally I wouldn't believe him, a lot of girls say he's a flirt, but right now he's drunk. When people are drunk they speak their minds.
"My friend Eric, we decided we work better as friends." I say with a sad smile. Eric really just discovered that he's gay and hasn't come out of the closet yet. While I talk Blaise takes out a small bottle and drinks all of its contents. "And you really think I'm pretty?"
He stares at me for a moment, "Well yes, you've got nice eyes, a cute nose, and full lips. Your hair is shiny, but not greasy looking. The chestnut color is good with your skin tone." To my surprise he reaches out a hand and tucks a stay piece of hair behind my ear. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "And your glasses top it all off, smart is extremely sexy." He taps my frames.
"Wow." I am really shocked. Bella said he was a jerk, but he's been nothing but nice to me. Maybe it's because he's drunk.
"Oh you're here!" Bella says as she comes out of the back room. She smiles apologetically, "Sorry, I was on the phone with Mrs. Newton and she's coming in today. So you two have to leave."
"But you're my ride." I'm slightly annoyed, this is so like Bella.
"Blaise, can you give Angela a ride?" She asks.
"Sure." He stands, surprisingly steadily for being drunk, but he still leans on the shelves for support. He puts on his jacket. "Let's go, Angie."
I get up and follow him out of the store. It's raining as usual, I curse silently to myself, my coat is in Bella's truck. Blaise goes over to a shiny black motorcycle and sits down, he looks around uncertainly, before turning back to me. He motions for me to get on. "Your drunk," I shake my head, "You can't drive, come with me. Let's sober you up."
He sighs, "Fine." He walks back over to me. He eyes me, hugging my arms and standing under the awning of the store, "Where's your jacket?"
I laugh, "It's in Bella's car, I wasn't thinking." To my surprise he takes off his rain cost and gives it to me. "But you'll get soaked." I protest, "You'll probably catch a cold."
"I don't catch colds." He says with a laugh, "Now where are we going?"
"There's a coffee shop not to far along this road." I say and he takes out another small bottle and drinks it.
I look at him like he's crazy, but he just shrugs, "It keeps me warm." As we start walking, he rolls his bike along, he continues rambling, "I like that you're tall too. Short girls are cute too, but I have to bend down to far to kiss them. With tall girls I don't risk the back injury..." He goes on telling me the different ways I'm pretty, but it really doesn't seem like he's flirting. He also starts randomly switching topics, going from ice cream, to liquor, to horses, etc. I'm only half listening, until he gets to the part about Bella. "Yeah, you know what annoys me about Bella?" I shake my head no, just to hear what he has to say, I can think of ton of annoying things about Bella. "She won't tell me who this mystery guy is that she's trying to steal away from his boyfriend."
"Wait." I stop him, "She hasn't told you?"
He shakes his head as we enter the café, leaving his bike in an empty parking spot. I make him sit down while I get the coffees, he insists on giving me money to pay with. When I bring the drinks back he takes a sip of it and grimaces, "Ugh, I hate coffee." I shrug and he keeps going, "So you know who Bella's ex is?" I nod and he smiles, "Well tell me."
He should know this, I mean it is his brother's boyfriend after all. It was wrong for Bella not to tell him. I sigh, "It's Edward Cullen."
His jaw clenches immediately, "Now I know you don't mean Edward as in Harry's Edward."
I nod, "It's that Edward."
He looks livid, "That bitch. Come on Angie, I have to leave." He stands.
"But you're still drunk." I reply without getting up.
He gives me an exasperated sigh and sits back down, "Do you have a, a," he says like he forgot the name, "a mobile!" He says triumphantly.
I roll my eyes and hand him my phone. He types something and hands it back to me. "Aren't you going to call someone?" I ask.
He shakes his head, "Why would I need your mobile to do that?" He asks, "I could just use my own."
"Then what was the point of using mine?" I ask taking a sip of my hot chocolate, I don't drink coffee either.
"I just put my contacts into your mobile. I need a new muggle to hang out with after school." He points to my screen, as I look through my contacts. His name isn't there, "It's under Zabini." I give him a quizzical look, "I'm either first or last never just in the middle." He explains.
"No," I shake my head, "What's a muggle?"
"A what now?" He pretends to be confused, "Excuse me, I have to call the man who hangs out in my basement for that ride." I roll my eyes as he dials the number. "Hello Sev." He frowns as the person on the other end replies, "Yes, well funny story. I'm supposed to drive my girl Angela home, but it would seem I'm not fit to drive." He listens, "Yes, I got it while I back in England. Can you come get us?" He listens some more, "Thank you Sev, and we're in a coffee shop. Bye now." He hangs up.
"I'm your girl?" I ask, arching my eyebrow. We sit back down at the both.
He gives me a cocky grin, "Your pretty enough to be my girl."
I do a mock gasp, "Blaise Zabini, are you flirty with me?" I take another sip of my hot chocolate.
He has a mischievous glint in his eye, "You better hope not." He stirs his coffee.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Anyone who knows me knows I can't keep my hands to myself." He winks, "And only once have I not gotten what I want." While he's stirring his hands slips and goes into his drink. He curses quietly.
I check my watch, "How are you this drunk, it's only four o'clock."
He shrugs, "It's a talent of mine." He smiles as he looks out the window, "Oh, Sev is here." He stands up and takes my hand. He practically drags me outside, and attempts to hug a scary looking man getting out of a dark blue jeep. The man is tall, he has a long nose, black eyes, and greasy black hair.
"Control yourself." The man sneers and immediately Blaise straightens up.
"Angela this is the man who hangs out in my basement. Sev, this is Angela." Blaise introduces us.
"Nice to meet you, sir." I say politely, Sev ignores me.
"Put your bike in the boot." He says sternly, and Blaise does so.
"You can get in, Angela." Blaise says lifting the bike, how can he pick that thing up with no problem? I open the door and sit in the backseat, the car smells like a mix of men's cologne and mint.
On the car ride to my house I give Sev directions. He and Blaise argue in the front seat, something about no self control and being irresponsible. When we get to my house, Blaise gets out of the car too. "Angela, don't I get a hug?" He opens his arms, "I believe I deserve it."
"For what?" I ask rolling my eyes, "Getting drunk and making me wait in café for another ride."
He still smiles, "You have to admit, it was more interesting than what you had planned."
I trudge over and give him a hug, he grabs my butt. I stare at him in shock, "What?" He looks at me innocently, "I warned you, I can't keep my hands to myself."
I hit him jokingly, "Bye Blaise." I push off of him and turn around to walk into my house.
"Bye Angela!" He says getting back into his car, and Sev drives away.Hermione's POV
My office door bursts open, and Luna flies in on a broomstick. Her artificial legs nowhere in sight as the broom drops her off in a chair in front of my desk. No wonder I didn't hear the familiar clinking sound the legs make. "They're going to get hurt." She says quickly.
"Who's going to get hurt?" I ask, standing up and walking to my fireplace.
"The boys!" Luna cries, "I can't see exactly when or where, but I know they are and soon."
I grab some floo powder, "I've got to go over there. Tell Theo where I am, and ask him to send me some clothes. Tell anyone else who asks that I'm taking health days." Luna nods as I shout "Oak Manor!"