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Disclaimer: I only own Vivian, her family, George and the story plot. I sadly do not own the hunk Jacob Black he, like the rest of the characters, belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Once Jacob woke up we left the beach. Apparently everyone had left us, taking my jeep with them. I went on a rampage, if I was a shape shifter I would of turned all mighty wolf on them. Jacob just laughed at me when I said this out loud.
He walked me home and we just talked about nothing and everything at the same time. Apparently he was a very good mechanic, he built his Volkswagen by himself. He started telling me all about it and I just nodded and smiled throughout the whole thing. I didn't really speak car-nese.
When we got to the porch we just stood there. I saw him staring at me.
"I must have forgotten you had curly hair. I like your hair that way, it makes you look more beautiful." He said to me, grabbing a lock. I looked down.
"Uh, that's probably because I straighten it. It was straight earlier today but with the water it must have gotten to its natural state." I said ignoring his last comment. I put down my hair. It fell down in locks around my shoulder, my hair wasn't super curly, it was just wavy but it managed to look like I had curled my hair with an iron.
"So what are you doing this Saturday?" He asked me as casually as if he were asking what the weather was.
"Um, whatever Ana's doing I guess…" I said scratching my head.
"She's going to a wedding." He said not smiling. It was weird when I saw him serious so I couldn't help but look at him.
"Who's?" I asked cocking my head to the side, still watching him carefully.
"Just, an old friend's." He said looking back at me, showing no hint in his eyes as to what he was feeling but I didn't need to physically see something to know it hurt.
"Um, I guess…omb I don't know what to wear though! How formal is it going to be?" I asked. I haven't been to a wedding in a couple of months, last time I was in it I was a bridesmaid, as opposed to a flower girl like I used to always be when I was younger and when I was the only girl in the family.
"Uh, I think tie and dress formal?" He said furrowing his brows.
"Oh because there's three ways the dressing requirements could be there's: informal, semiformal, and formal. So I just wanted to make sure so that I wouldn't be dressing in some jeans and a t-shirt while everyone else has ball gowns on." I said nodding my head while smiling. He just looked at me like I was crazy. Now he knows how I felt when he was talking about cars.
"Okay." He said smiling.
"I so need to go shopping because I have nothing formal on me, I guess that means I need to go shopping." I said smiling sadly, as if I were sacrificing myself.
"I guess." Jacob said though I could tell he wasn't really digging this shopping talk but he wasn't changing the topic either.
"Thanks." I said grinning up at him, hugging him for putting himself under this torture without complaint. I pulled away and pulled the door open. "They should really lock that." I said to myself. I heard him chuckle and I went in smiling at him as I closed the door.
I couldn't help but walk all the way to my room grinning like an idiot. I found my stuff I gave to Ana earlier to hold on my bed. I moved the things off and onto my dresser. I laid down on my bed, spreading my hands out and breathing slowly.
I was just starting to catch some sleep when I heard a noise. I stayed on my bed, under my blankets trying to listen to the noise. It sounded like a chainsaw was hacking at a piece of wood. I listened closely and realized it was my cell phone vibrating.
I groaned and tried to follow where the noise was coming from, while still lying down. I realized my phone was inside one of the drawers and I reached out stretching myself off my bed over a foot to get my phone, while still on my bed. I was just that skilled.
I grab it and answer, not even looking at who it is.
"Viviana!" Yelled my mother, I pulled my phone away from my ear. "Que te ha estado pasando?" asked my mom.
"Nothings been happening to me mom." I said calmly.
"Why haven't you answered my phone calls then? I've been calling you since early afternoon and you never picked up or returned my calls. You know who did pick up?" She asked. I wanted to answer no and I didn't care but I knew she'd tell me anyways.
"Who?" I said playing along.
"Yazmin." She said. I narrowed my eyes, what was it about cell phones that little children loved to use them as toys. Not that I didn't have my own plastic cell phone with little pieces of gum inside it that I'd buy at the flea market when I was younger.
"Okay." I said simply.
"You know what she told me." She asked, I could feel something building.
"No." I said sighing.
"She told me that you had stayed at the beach with a guy. Alone." She said. I groaned.
"Mom, first of all it wasn't just a guy, it was Jacob Black, Billy's son."
"That makes it worse!" She said. I switched my phone to my left ear so that I could rub my right one that was throbbing. That woman needed to learn to not yell when talking to me on a phone especially right when I get up.
"How?" I asked.
"Because first of all he's a child with raging hormones! He could of tried something with you because you two were alone."
"Mom, I'm a 5 foot 10 Latina from the ghetto, I highly doubt some guy would even consider trying to force himself on me; I'm too threatening looking." I said laughing. I didn't tell her that Jacob was 6 foot a bajillion and that he could easily harm me because of his wolf-iness.
"I know but still, just because you look like that doesn't mean you're physically strong. You're weaker than Alex." She said.
"Look, it's not my fault he's eleven and freakishly strong. Puls he's like 2/3 of my weight so it's kind of hard to get him off me." I said defensive.
"I just want you to be safe dear."
"Uh huh."
"So how have you been?" I yawned.
"Fine. Oh mom by the way, I'm going to a party on Saturday and I need to buy a dress, can I use the bankcard. It's for a wedding."
"Who's getting married?" she asked.
"Uh, Isabella, Billy's cop friend's daughter."
"Oh, isn't she your age?"
"Ana told me she's going to be nineteen or something."
"So she's even younger. Is she at least going to wait to have a child until she finishes college?" she said, I could almost hear the negativity. I didn't really know Isabella and I kind of strongly disliked her for hurting Jacob but still, I just didn't like it when my mom criticized people without knowing them.
"Uh, I don't know." I said. Ana told me she wasn't going to college and the reason she wanted to be officially together with her boyfriend was to "eat the cookie" or as my mom would understand better "Comer la torta" which means eat the sandwhich, it was a common phrase that my mom loved to use when referring to pre-wedding events that lead to the wedding.
"Sure, I swear teenagers. I'm so glad I don't have to worry about you, you're already half way at the end of of college and you have your wonderful boyfriend that I don't need to worry about at all." I could almost hear her smugness. It's one thing to be proud, another to be smug.
"Listen mom, I'll talk to you tomorrow. I'm really tired and just want some sleep." I said lying down on my bed, rubbing my head on my pillow.
"Fine, you better call me though. I'll tell your father to deposit some money, just don't go overboard. Please, be careful and remember, even though George isn't there gossip travels." She said in a warning voice. I yawned again. I lifted up my hand sluggishly, shooing the thought away.
"Okay mom, love you too." I said cuddling with my pillow.
"Bye, love you and que duermas con los angelitos." I hung up and and put my phone away and when I stood up I realized I was still in my bikini and shorts. I groaned and put on my pjs, promising I'd take a shower tomorrow. I closed my eyes falling asleep.
When I woke up I ran to Ana's room and opened the door slowly, just a crack and peered in. She was still asleep so I opened the door all the way and quietly walked towards her bed and then jumped and started jumping.
Ana smacked my legs making me fall and hit my head on the wall.
"Owwwwwwwwww." I said rubbing my head. I started making whining noises which made Ana kick me on my leg. "Aaannnaaa stoooopppp." I said flailing my arms, because that would so protect me.
"Don't wake me up, especially by jumping on my bed." Ana grumbled, pulling her sheets over her face. I sighed.
"I wanted to take you shopping, and by shopping I mean I find what I need as soon as possible and pig out on some mall food, especially the pretzels." I said grinning at her. She lowered her blanket and sighed.
"Alright, what do you need to get at the mall?" She asked getting half up.
"Just a dress and some shoes, maybe some accessories if I already don't have some that match." I said nodding my head.
"Gah, you're such a girl." She said groaning.
"Did you just realize that?" I said sticking out my tongue at her.
"No, it's still uncertain." She said smirking back at me. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Come on, I'll buy you a mocha and a huge sugar pretzel. Just the way we like it." I said. Somehow the concept of shopping always made me all girly even though I dislike going shopping, especially window-shopping. I don't have the patience for it. I get bored after five minutes; it sucks even more when you know you're not going to get treated with food or some Starbucks.
"Fine." She said getting out of bed. I left her getting ready to go wake up Yazmin. I told her and she quickly got up and worried about what she going to wear. I left her to do that, so I can worry about what to wear too.
I decided to shower first and I brushed my teeth. I decided on wearing my brown boots with my plaid black and dark purple long sleeved shirt with a black tank top under and some skinny jeans. I put on my mascara and lip gloss and I put hair spray in my hair so that the curls would stay and wouldn't frizz out by the end of the day. I took a quick toilet break and then ran out of the bathroom, not wanting to hog it all.
I put on my contacts and went into Ana's room. She was wearing a pair of cut up jeans with a blue t-shirt, Yazmin on the other hand who had just walked in was wearing a black skirt, with knee high socks and a top with a turtle neck and a ribbon on the neck.
"How is it that you always manage to look cute?" I asked in a high pitch voice. She grinned back at me.
"Aw thanks Biba, how do you always manage to look cute?" She asked in an extra high pitched voice than usual.
"Oh god, shut up you suck up." Said Ana rolling her eyes at Yazmin.
"Shut up Ana, you're just jealous you can't look as good as me or Biba." She said glaring at Ana who just scoffed.
"Meow." I said looking at Yazmin surprised. She looked back up at me with her sweet and innocent big hazel eyes. I sighed. "Come on, let's go." Yazmin skipped to the kitchen to heat up her microwaveable pizza, Ana made herself an instant pizza and I toasted a beagle and put strawberry yogurt on it with banana pieces.
We left and ate our food on the way. Once we got to the mall we went like crazy, dressing up in hats we'd never wear, checking out the sunglasses, straying away from the lingerie section and going inside the bookstore.
Then I remembered what I was there for and we all went dress shopping, apparently my aunt had given Ana money a while ago and Elijah or me were to have supposedly take her and Yazmin shopping for the wedding a while ago. Ana just never felt like going dress shopping, later when Yazmin was trying out a dress she said she was just going to buy a new skate board with the money.
We found our dresses and shoes and then started playing hide and go seek in Toys R Us, according to Yazmin who choose the store we would be hiding it. Yazmin was it and surprisingly enough I found her an hour later playing with some of the toys instead of seeking us. Let's just go with Ana was mumbling: we should have hid in Barnes and Noble, when we were at Starbucks, the pretzel place and the whole car ride back.
When we got home I decided to call my mom and I listened to her lecturing me on life. I just agreed, I hadn't seen her in over a month and I didn't want us to argue. I got to talk to my brother. I've been talking to them but they were just another part of my life, a distant part.
Ever since I started college they had stopped being the center of the universe. Or I stopped being their center of the universe and my parents no longer told me when to go to sleep, what to wear or when I was allowed to go out. My parents were always super strict with me and I didn't really go out much, George says that's probably why I still act like a child. I'm going crazy with freedom that my parents didn't really let me have.
Once I hung up I contemplated on calling George, I called him a day later that I found out about the shape shifters, and he was able to pick up that something was wrong. I denied it and he stopped pressuring me once he realized I wouldn't budge. Instead he talked about what we would do when he got home. Which was in around three weeks from now. I would meet him in San Francisco and then we'd spend a whole month together before school started.
I scrolled down my contacts list and I dialed his cell phone but as I expected he didn't answer. It was the weekday and it was really late in the night. I instead scrolled down a couple more names and dialed.
"Black residence." Said that husky voice that I had spent all of last night thinking about, well before I knocked out; exhausted from a life threatening event, something I've learned is completely normal here.
Author's note: Sorry if it's too short for your liking, I didn't want this chapter to get into the next chapter so I left it at there.
For any of you that are wondering what "que duermas con los angelitos" means literally: sleep with the angels, in other words sweet dreams just mixed in with the Mexican culture that is connected with religion seeing as most Mexicans are Catholics.