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Through the eyes of Jacob...
"How many?" I asked.
"At least seven covens."
"You serious?" asked Quil.
He nodded his head keeping a stern look.
"Jared?"
"Already waiting for us at the edge of the forest."
"And Kim?"
"She's at Emily's."
"So Sam what's our orders?" I asked.
"You will take the west boundary."
"And us?" asked Quil and embry at the same time/
"Quil, the south. Embry and Paul the north."
"Of course. Mrs. Johansen. She always has the best candy." Embry pointed out.
I rolled my eyes and then it suddenly hit me.
"Wait, what about Kit?"
"Oh yeah." said Quil
"Couldn't someone go tell her we're not coming?"
"Not enough time. We need to get going now." said Sam with a hard voice.
"But-"
"Now."
I sighed and gave a single nod. He turned and walked into the woods. We followed and all started running while stripping off our clothes. But in the back of my mind I could only think of... Kit.
They. Are. Dead.
It was aleady seven-fifteen already and they weren't here. Not one phone call to tell me where they were. Not one message. Nothing at all. I called Emily and asked if she had any idea where they might be. She said she hadn't talked to them since four. I called Kim's place to see if maybe her parents could drive me back. It was not until five minutes of ringing that I remembered they were going out to Seattle for the evening. Jared had come over just as I was leaving so they needn't worry about Kim. I at least expected Jared to pick. But no one did. I just sat there, in my lone corner on the food table watching as everyone stared at me. I couldn't comprehend most of the whispers but the ones I did hear weren't exactly pleasant.
Who's that?
You know her?
Look at her!
I bet that's not her real hair color.
Oh God she needs a tan, like, now!
Hear she's like in the mob or something.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed a pretzel off the snack tray. The stares started getting to me. I was the sole white person in the house. I stuck out like a red buoy in a sea of blue. My stomach grumbled from the hunger of refusing dinner. My mind dreamed of the linguini Kim's mom had prepared but threw my plate away because I thought they would have more than chips and soda here. I leaned over for a potato chip and gobbled probably half the bag. Hell it's not like any of them were eating. They were all too busy chatting it up and making out.
When I became thirsty, I reached for the ladle in the punch bowl and poured myself a glass. I took a sip and...
Ugh!
"Sour, sour, sour." I exclaimed.
Not only was it sour beyond belief. It also kind of burned. Like I was drinking really strong soda. I put the glass down and looked at the clock. Seven forty-five. Still no sign of them. I swung my legs side to the side as the people on the floor were getting low. A few people passed by and snickered. I guessed that they were saying things like
Like, pathetic much?
Preppy, snobby, bitches.
Eight-twenty. Nothing.
Eight-thirty. Nadae.
Nine. No one.
Nine-thirty. Not happening.
My fury slowly turned to worry. I could understand if they were maybe half an hour Hell even an hour late. But three hours? I could feel it. Something was wrong. Every time I had the least amount of concern, I found myself reaching for the glass of sour punch. I downed it all in one gulp and ladled more and more.
I wanted to put the damn glass but I couldn't stop myself. Drinking from it made me a little more comfortable. My worries washed down into the pit of my belly. I should've suspected something but I didn't. I don't know why.
I drank and drank and drank some more.
After my God knows how many cups, my vision started to blur. The music blasting out of the speakers felt as though huge rods were being smacked against the side of my head. I tried to walk off and lie down but I couldn't find my legs. I felt as if my body had been disconnected from my mind. I fell forward. That's the last thing I could clearly picture.