LYNN-
Had it really been weeks since I got back to the Black's house? It was hard to tell when time passed. Especially when every waking second was another to wish I was someone else.
Granted, I loved being able to tease people, but it seemed as though they didn't care. Or at least 'he' didn't.
"You're really no fun Jacob," I would complain every time I escaped my loneliness and spoke to the boy. He would always shrug and leave me alone. I really couldn't take it. But of course, I was too chicken to do anything about it.
Today, I had my plans on crashing Jacob's group hangout. At least Quil and Embry wouldn't mind. They would finally have me hang out with them.
"I'm really not into this whole idea about you being with Samantha, Quil," I walked into the garage as did Embry and Quil, arguing over girls again. Jacob was already under the hood of his Rabbit.
"Why not? You guys only dated for a day, and that was in fifth grade. Can't you get over it? She doesn't even remember you, dude." I sauntered over and pulled the door of the car open so I could sit on the edge of the seat.
"Girl quarrels huh?" I joked. They both spun around in surprise.
"Lynn! What are you doing here?" Quil asked, scooting his way over to my side. I raised my eyebrow.
"I live here. What's your excuse?"
"What I mean is you always decided to have other plans, like we're not good enough for you. So why are you here with us? Change your mind, finally?" He took a seat at my feet and patted my knee.
"Actually, it's probably because she's graduated and all her friends left her," Jacob teased, peeping his head over the metal slate.
"They didn't leave me," I mumbled, pressing my palm to my cheek. He shrugged and went back to work.
"Then what do you call it when someone runs off with no explanations and hardly even a goodbye. Growing up?" I pulled fuzzy dice from the rearview mirror and threw them at his head.
"No, I call it a vacation. Cassie has her life, and I have mine."
"Oh, ok. If you say so," The dice were thrown back and ended up wrapping around my neck.
"It is what I say!"
"You're just making excuses because you truthfully hate to be alone, even though admitting that hurts your ongoing independence," I jerked my head back like someone hit me, and suddenly the hand on my knee felt very uncomfortable. I brushed it away and stood up in a hurry. I ended up hitting my head on the ceiling of the car.
"Oh yeah, that's it. You think I care if people are around me?" I glared at the russet colored forehead filmed in hardworking sweat.
"Well, yeah. Why else would you be down here hanging out with my friends?" I stared at him incredulously. This has been going on for at least a week now, like he was trying to get rid of me.
"Hey, man. That's harsh. Lynn has every right to hang out with us too," Embry stepped in, backing me up, even literally. He pressed his hand on my right shoulder.
"No, no. He's right. But he doesn't care that I care. He's just trying to prove a point. His point. Hey, if you want me to go, just say the word." I rolled my eyes when he failed to say anything.
I don't know how much more of this I could take. At least with Paul I could fight and know we could make up in the end. I liked that, because I was actually there to him. He planned on being around me, learning everything about me. Maybe it was because he wanted to know how to beat me, but he was still there. There's the key word, 'was'. I left and there was nothing to be done about it.
And I thought I was right.
