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-The Wilderness
-Pairing(s): Edward Cullen/OC
-Rated: T for mild language, violence, and minor adult situations
-Movie-based
-Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. The canon characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own the original characters introduced.
Chapter Two:
"Smells like Teen Royalty"
(Chapter Song: The Love Club by Lorde)
Lunch—where the student body fill their gullets and talk about trivial teenage topics together as they recharge themselves to take in another couple hours of droning academics afterwards.
By the time it came around, Cyan was beyond tired and slightly irritated. She'd been pestered all day by people greeting her and wanting to make friends. She knew before coming there it would happen. But she assumed only a few times, not almost every damn second! She became so accustomed to just having her one friend and being utterly ignored by her former peers who were either too afraid to talk to her or hated her all because of her family name. It was absolutely ridiculous; both then and now.
But the teens of Fork weren't just a bunch of friendly welcoming folk, her increasingly cynical mind noted.
"Did that hag do something?" the young woman couldn't help but ponder while getting her meager afternoon meal; a green apple and can of cola. Not exactly the complete healthiest choice but with the day she had so far, it was surprising she was even hungry at all.
Warren also unfortunately had two additions to join her on her lunch promise with Eric; Mike and Jessica. The young man had been excitedly chatting about all things to her while Jessica did the opposite of what Cyan was doing—hanging onto every word he spoke. The girl was looking at him every now and then like he was Adonis or someone just as enchantingly gorgeous. The urge to roll her eyes was strong each time..
The new student spotted Eric easily among the crowded tables in the center and quickly lead her chatty company over. Newton politely pulled out a chair for her once there, trying his best to get brownie points. She offered a small forced smile as a cheap reward. Once seated, Eric tossed his arm across her shoulders and gave a quick side hug.
The young woman raised a brow at the action. "Et tu, Eric?" she thought sardonically.
"Hey, Mikey." Eric greeted, trying to act smooth. "You met my home girl, Cy?" Said person tried not to cringe at the nickname. Only her best friend called her that, so it felt wrong hearing it from someone that wasn't her.
"Oh, your home girl?" he repeated in disbelief. She just sat quietly back in her seat, watching the exchange with slight mirth and disbelief. These guys were actually fighting over her and she hadn't done anything to lead either on. Silently, she wondered again if this was her mother's sneaky trickery.
Everything was that woman's fault nowadays..
Because unlike most girls around her age, Cyan couldn't careless about men or getting their attention so a possible relationship of whatever sort could occur. They weren't even an unconscious afterthought for her. Sure, she would admit and agree when a guy was handsome or not, but did she fawn over them or wish for a romance to happen between them? Absolutely not. And if she was meant to fall in love, Warren would just let it happen naturally; wait for that foretold spark to strike her whenever.
As Yorkie and Newton subtly clashed horns like rams in heat, the guy from the parking lot suddenly appeared at her side. He declared to everyone near that she was his girl and kissed her cheek quick, pulling Mike's chair out from under him. And then he was gone as fast as he came, laughing while the humiliated boy chased after him.
"Heh, that's the second time I've met him and I don't even know his name." Cyan sneered with annoyance, opening her can of coke.
Eric informed her blankly, "His name's Tyler Crowley."
"Hm. Duly noted." came her mumbled response behind her drink.
"Oh, my gosh. It's like first grade all over again." Jessica commented with a false chuckle, scooting closer to the newcomer. "You're the shiny new toy."
"Marvelous. Exactly what I hoped when moving here." the other girl deadpanned, her nose crinkled in disdain. "To be the boys'..play thing."
"Smile." came over a cute girl with box glasses, her Canon camera poised in front of her face. Cyan blinked in surprise before shielding her eyes as bright flash went off. She groaned behind her arm, regretting not bringing her shades. This was not what she had in mind for a normal school life. Hopefully, the attraction to her would faded in a couple of days.
The girl earnestly apologized afterward, "Sorry, I needed a candid for the feature."
"It's okay. You just—" Warren tried to reassure her.
"The feature's dead, Angela. Don't bring it up again." Eric interrupted angrily. He then patted the new girl's arm reassuringly with a 'I got your back, baby' before leaving. The girls just stared after him before letting out a short laugh together. The photographer then properly introduced herself as Angela Webber.
"Guess we'll just run another editorial on teen drinking." she remarked quietly. Cyan grimaced. Great, now she felt guilty for their lack of a new hot topic.
"You know..speedo padding on the swim team was a fairly good topic my old school newspaper used." she suggested in an off-handed manner. On the inside, she was inwardly snickering.
Webber gave a sweet smile, "Actually, that's a good one." It had indeed brought quite a good stir among the gossips and complete angry embarrassment from the swimmers back home. Which was all thanks to her best friend, Rebecca Clark, having been on the newspaper at the time. The publication caused from being less than satisfied after her date with the team captain, Brock Westen.
"I don't like false advertisement." She remembered her best friend saying simply with a pleased glint in her eyes when asked why.
If there with her now, she'd be getting a complete kick out of what was transpiring, teasing 'the virginal' Warren endlessly.
Cyan frowned. "Man, I miss her.." Just then, a sound similar to that of a buzzing bee filled her ears. Surprised brown eyes immediately snapped over to the windows, expecting to see the one person she truly wanted to share her new life with.
But instead was disappointingly met with living marble statues, seemingly gliding pass the windows outside. Her raven-haired head tilted in slight curiosity. There were four of them—two men and women—who all appeared to be strikingly gorgeous with smooth alabaster skin and an aura that radiated unnatural allure. Warning bells chimed in the young woman's head, instantly informing her something was indeed greatly odd about that group of individuals.
A worried frown formed on her lips then. "Shit. They couldn't be—"
"Oh! I see the Cullens have caught your eye." Angela interrupted her thought with a pleased but unsurprised expression. It caused the wary feeling within her to become half-masted.
"Is that a normal reaction they get?" Cyan couldn't help but ask the girls at the table, managing to seem nonchalant about it. They gave a seemingly rehearsed 'yes'. "Okay..creepy. So, are they famous or something?"
"No, but they should be. I mean, look at them." Jessica gushed before answering her question, "Anyway, they're Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They moved down here from Alaska, like, a few years ago." The new girl raised a brow at that. Alaska? That was very unexpected. She assumed New York or California, abroad even, for..obvious reasons.
"They kind of keep to themselves."
"Yeah, 'cause they're all together. Like, together, together." Stanley began revealing to her who was who as if they were a study she had long been observing and working on. First off were a tall, curvy blonde with arms linked with the buffest guy Warren had ever came across; mentally dubbing them, Prom King and Queen.
"The blonde girl, that's Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett. They're, like, a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal."
"Jess, they're not actually related." reminded her spectacles-wearing friend.
"Yeah, but they live together. It's weird." Next up were a sprightly pixie-like girl and guy who seemed extremely uncomfortable; The Opposites. "And, okay, the little dark-haired girl's Alice. She's really weird, and she's with Jasper—the blond one who looks like he's in pain."
"If you can't tell already, Dr. Cullen's like this foster dad-slash-matchmaker." she clarified afterwards.
Cyan waved a finger towards the guy last to walk inside and obviously a part of the Cullens—The Trope Loner. "What about him?"
"That's Edward Cullen." Jess all but swooned in her seat. "He's totally gorgeous, obviously, but apparently nobody here's good enough for him. Like I care, you know?" The newcomer swore she saw him smirk after what she said as if hearing her. Which was unlikely given the distance he was from their table and the low roar of students talking. She stored that away for later investigation and proceeded to listen.
"You're pretty, Cy, but seriously, like, don't waste your time." she warned like a considerate friend. Cyan highly doubted that though.
"Yeah, not touching that with a ten foot pole." the other girl assured with indifference, finishing her carbonated drink. Even with the information given, 'troublesome' proceeded to come in telepathic warning from that peculiar family. Something she seriously wanted nothing with. It didn't coincide with her well-structured plan and never was gonna be.
She'd make damn sure of that.
Done with the Cullens 101 lesson, she continued conversing with the girls until a persistent itch crept onto her skin. Eyes were on her—a constant feeling thrown her way all day—but these was different. It was stronger than deemed normal, piercing even. The young woman tilted her head back curiously; gaze directed right towards the table where the Cullens sat not eating nor drinking a single thing. The source was easy to find too; he didn't bother trying to hid it.
None other than standoffish Edward blatantly stared her way. Her dark eyes met his' with boredom while a confused expression blossomed on his startlingly handsome face. She began to wonder why—Is he trying to figure out what all the fuss is about with me?—but stopped herself. Instead, she faced Angela and Jessica again and picked up the long abandoned green apple off her tray.
"Yep..you don't mess with the famous," she muttered to herself, "Not unless you want to be plastered in the tabloids." She took a bite of the juicy fruit, sealing the promise while doing so.
Once lunch was over, she parted ways with the girls, exchanging falsely eager 'see ya laters'. She watched them disappear into the crowd before dropping the saccharine smile with a tired sigh.
"One more class, Warren and you're home free.." she assured herself, walking to said place alone. "..Well, until tomorrow."
Unfortunately, the isolation she secretly longed for now didn't last long. Mike ended up finding her among the bustling student body—'oh, what joy,' she sarcastically thought then—and made her reluctantly walk through the packed halls to another shared class, Biology, together.
Upon entering the overly warm room, possibly due to the various plants and animals she noticed, Cyan let Newton do the introducing. She was drained to do so anyway, quietly listening instead.
Mr. Molina seemed like a passionate but laid-back teacher; a striking difference from her former teacher, Mrs. Hawkins. That lady was a crotchety elderly woman with an old school type of teaching and wasn't afraid to purposely fail a student just because they got on her bad side. The young woman always made sure to pay attention in that class and actually do the work once hearing that pleasant fact.
As she stood next to Mike at the teacher's desk, the buzzing appeared again. She skimmed through her lounging classmates before finding Trope Loner sitting at a lab station alone. Surprised, she took an unconscious step forward, blocking the large fan blowing to cool the overly warm room. Cyan watched him stiffen and cover his face with his hand as if revolted.
"What the..." she thought, raising a brow before addressing Mr. Molina. "..Hi there."
"Welcome to the class! Glad to have you join us on this knowledgeable adventure." The standard science work and textbook were given then. "And I've got a seat for you right here, so come on over." He lead her to the only seat unoccupied which was next to the still nauseated Edward. She closed her eyes and groaned inwardly. "Just my luck."
"The last one. Just follow along till you catch up." the teacher told before leaving her to stand awkwardly by the lab station. A grumbled, sarcastic 'thank you, sir' slipped through her grimacing lips. What were the Fates thinking putting her in close contact with the very person she said she wouldn't 'touch with a ten-foot pole'? Was this some sick tortuous joke to add on her already tiring first day?
"It's the last class for today, Cyan. Just ignore him and push through like the trooper you are." Nodding once, the young woman reluctantly plopped down next to Cullen and sat in silence. Once attendance was done, Mr. Molina walked around the room and placed two live samples of flatworms on each lab station.
"Oh, flatworms." Cyan smiled to herself, flipping to the page in her workbook as the tension turned to ease. She loved science. It strangely brought her immense joy to learn about all the various subtypes—Biology, being her top favorite above all else.
A clinking noise disrupted her happy bubble. Dark browns peered down by her hand and saw one of the sample sat there now. Her gaze slowly trailed over towards her pinched-face lab partner. He had removed his hand but seemed to be trying not to breathe too deeply. It caused her to subtly sniff her sleeve—her favorite vanilla perfume was strong on it.
"I must have put too much on." The newcomer looked at him fully now with an inquisitive intent. Sensing her stare, they locked eyes once more; his' glaring, hers' still curious. Now that she was closer, the color of his eyes were strangely dark..almost weirdly midnight black even.
"Do you like vanilla?" she found herself blurting. He slowly blinked but didn't answer. "Or do you hate it? The scent and taste, that is?" He just continued to glare, so she turned away with an embarrassed blush. Usually, she was fine speaking to others—despite having been shunned by people, she wasn't shy—but with him, she became anxious and wanted to ramble. He also unsettled her greatly for some odd reason.
"Smooth..also good job ignoring him so far." she scolded herself with an audible annoyed huff, resting her chin on her hand.
For the rest of class, Warren tried to ignore him even more. But Edward's stare was penetrating. As if he had x-ray vision and was seeing right down into her very soul, viewing all of her deep, dark secrets without consent. She didn't like it. Not one bit. It made her incredibly twitchy and on edge. Just when she was close to snapping, Cullen abruptly stood and hurried away a second before the end bell rung.
Dark browns closed with a sigh, letting the built up tension fade. Quickly exiting the class, she sped towards the main office again before going home. Cyan needed to change out of that class or else she'd lose her sanity and something far greater—her freedom. Once arriving, the newcomer froze outside the glass doors. Trope Loner stood talking to one of the secretaries.
The strong urge to bang her head against the wall filled her then. "Are you shitting me? Why do I keep running into this douche?" Since the glass in the double doors weren't thick enough to be sound proof, she unfortunately could hear what was being said.
"There must be something open. Physics? Bio chem?"
Her eyes widen. "He wants to change his class just because..what, I smell like vanilla!?" The young woman stormed inside then, staying by the entrance with crossed arms and a fierce look.
"No, every class is full." the old woman told, noticing her then. "Just a minute, dear."
"No. Please, take your time." she said in the sugary sweet tone her mother used, smiling tightly. "Wouldn't want to rush a fellow student." The strange young man glanced back at the sound of her voice. He was given a blistering glare.
"I'm afraid you'll have to stay in Biology."
"Fine. Just..I'll just have to endure it." Edward said through gritted teeth before pushing pass her and storming out.
Cyan rolled her eyes. "Make that two of us then."
Ray Ban covered eyes watched the horde of teenagers eagerly exit the main school entrance; Warren ignoring the curious eyes once more thrown her way. It made her wish her truck's windows were heavily tinted. She also wished the heater was working too; the March air was as chilly as that morning still.
As promised, Cyan was at Jacob's school in La Push to give him a ride home. Her own hadn't officially ended at the time she left but thankfully, her last 'class' was a study period. So, instead of being stuck in the library waiting for the day to officially end, she snuck out and headed to her current location.
She slouched in the driver seat of her Chevy, holding a cherry lollipop in her mouth while waiting. She recently discovered they assisted ridding the strong urge for a smoke—another set goal for her new life—which Cyan was having at the moment. Eating lollipops were a new habit she picked up before arriving in Forks. She didn't really enjoy sweets too much anymore, to be honest. She had a few bad experiences involving them..
"Are you sneaking candy in again?" Crimson lips snarled viciously while sharp manicured nails made crescent moon-shaped indents in chubby cheeks. "Open your mouth! And you better hope I don't find one cavity either."
She grimaced at the rotten memory that slipped through, pushing it angrily back into the recesses of her mind where it escaped from.
"I don't need memories of that hag popping up when I'm already greatly annoyed."
Which was all thanks to the brooding son of a bitch she wanted nothing to do with.
He was also part of the reason she ditched school early. She was too heated by Cullen's unnecessary hostility towards her to stay and possibly encounter him again. She couldn't be held accountable for her actions if getting in Edward's face turned ugly. Especially with her mother just looking for a reason to drag her back to that hellish posh existence. On the drive to the reservation, Warren tried to digress but her thoughts kept circling back to him.
What was his problem anyway? Was he that anti-social or stuck up that just being near her agitated him? Did he find it just as idiotic all the attraction she received that day and judged her as an attention-seeking bitch without getting to really know her? She wouldn't put it passed him if he had. It happened constantly back in Boston. What made Forks so different from there? Also didn't help either that her perfume probably made him nauseous.
Her teeth bit down on the paper stick, annoyed. "But why the hell do I care? I've never cared before what people thought." A sharp rapping against glass startled her out of bustling thoughts. Turning towards the passenger window, Jacob could be seen standing there with that wide blinding grin of his. Warren reached over to unlock the door, giving a small one of her own.
"Glad to see you kept your word." the young Quileute said as he joined her in the truck's cabin.
"Of course. I make sure to always keep my promises." she told, "Especially if a potential honest friendship comes with it."
"Well, consider me officially your friend then." Jacob grinned again. "Just one of many now, no doubt."
"Yeah..very unlikely." Cyan couldn't help but muttered aloud. He raised a brow at that. Of course he would. Her appearance—and name if they knew who her mother was—tended to have people automatically assume she was little Miss Popular.
She sighed before explaining, "Sure, I met a lot of nice people today," She couldn't help keep the suspicion out of her voice as she said that. Yeah, Eric and the others seemed like decent people but years of being avoided made her slightly wary whenever anyone tried to befriended her. "But contrary to how I come off, I'm not really a social butterfly. For instance, I've only had one real friend since third grade."
"Oh." the young man nodded, partially sympathizing. Quil and Embry were the only two he was close to, but he couldn't relate to the rest she told. It seemed Cyan Warren was actually a box full of mystery. He foolishly thought he had her personality and lifestyle pegged. Instead, she ended up surprising and intriguing him further.
"So..did you get that from me?" he softly asked, "That I'm gonna use you?" Dark browns peered at him. He leaned back a bit at how intense her gaze was. He couldn't help but feel naked as it seemed she was looking into his very soul. Just when it was becoming too much, her eyes soften with a gentle smile.
"No..I get the same feeling from you as I did with Becca years ago. You're incredibly genuine." Jacob sighed in relief.
"Becca? That's your friend's name, right?" Black inwardly cringed at his stupid question, still off-kilter by her stare down. "Of course it is. Who else could it be, you idiot?"
Thankfully, the young woman just chuckled and nodded as she finally pulled out of the emptying parking lot. Giving her stammered directions to his house, the two sat in silence for a few minutes. The silence wasn't too awkward but it surely didn't go unnoticed by them. They were still getting used to each other after all.
"Do the talking, Black." his inner voice encouraged, "Try to get her to open up and show you really want a friendship with her..and maybe..possibly more in the future."
"H-How was your first day? I know you said you met a lot of folks but did anything else interesting happen?" That was kind of a mistake to ask he realized afterwards as Warren's hands tighten a bit on the wheel.
"Not really." came her bristled reply a moment later.
"By the way you're strangling that poor steering wheel," Jacob noted gently, "I think that's not true."
"I don't want to talk about it, so just drop it, okay?" she snapped harshly in response. The younger teen fell quiet then, eyes downcast. Cyan frowned at the sight, cursing under her breath. "Oh great, he looks like a kicked puppy and I feel bad now.."
A resigned sigh escaped her. "Sorry..I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."
Black shook his head. "No, it's fine—"
"No, it's not." Cyan stressed, "You were just being thoughtful and I really appreciate that." She paused, giving another long, frustrated sigh. She seemed to be doing that an awful lot lately. "It just he's had me on edge since it happened." Jacob perked up at the small mention to the cause of her mood. Was she being harassed already by some jerk? The very thought of it being true made his blood boil with anger..and protectiveness.
"What happened?" he all but growled the question. Brow raised in surprise, the young woman briefly glanced his way. Furious, dark eyes were narrowed and attentive on her as he waited for her to tell; a deep frown accompanying those eyes. The look seemed to age and change him completely. An underlining authoritative dominance was practically radiating from the young Quileute's skin.
"..An untold power lies dormant inside this child.." a voice whispered in Cyan's head. She mentally shook the unease those words instinctively created before speaking; her voice sounding shaky and breathless.
"There's this boy in my Biology class who I have to sit next to..he didn't seem to like that or me." Warren explained, "Kept glaring at me the whole like I was intruding on his space and as if he was judging me. And that just got on my nerves, because who was he to hate me when he doesn't and didn't even bother to know me?"
"I've had that happen to me for all my life," she continued to tell. Her voice, now stronger and livid. It oddly put Jacob on edge even more. "And never before had it bother me as much as it does with him. For some unknown reason, he had to be different..and I don't fucking know why."
"He got a name?" demanded Black after a few moments of tense silence.
Her dark brown eyes peered at him warily. "Um, I think it would better if I kept that information to myself for the time being."
"Why?"
"Because you look like you're gonna murder someone, dude." Cyan clarified like it was the most obvious thing..which it was. The aura coming off that kid was literally screaming 'ready to go on a war path'. The dark expression vanished from Jacob's face once told and was replaced with shifty, sheepish eyes and a string of jumbled apologies. She just waved them off with an easy laugh, saying she was glad someone else shared her violent sentiments.
The young woman soon after pulled up in front a cabin-like house. Much like all the homes in Forks, the tall trees were a constant presence in La Push as well. Just looking at the Black residence on the outside alone, a comfortable and peaceful feel was immediately sensed from it. Cyan could see herself coming over to hang out and just loving spending time there. This was the type of place she pictured herself living in once out of high school and her mother's controlling grasp completely. Just herself, maybe a pet or two, and nothing but the serene accompanied by nature.
"Nice place." she noted, earning a dubious look from Jacob. "No, I'm serious! Your house is great. I wouldn't mind living here among the trees."
The younger man smirked. "You wanna move in? We got an extra room."
"Sorry, but I already put in my down payment for my new place." Cyan joked, "But keep me posted."
"Will do. Well, I better head inside. Thanks again for the ride, Cy." She gave mock salute which caused him to laugh. They exchanged farewells and promises to call one another if they ever wanted to hang out. He watched her drive off, waving like a goofball that Warren was almost tempted to stop and do the same.
Heading back into town, the young woman caught a glimpse of her face in the rear view mirror; a wide, lopsided grin was plastered there. It startled her for a moment since it had been months she smiled naturally. Being with him for such a short amount of time had her mood do a complete 180.
It was a clear sign that Jacob Black really was a good person to be around in her book which made her extremely happy to reconnect with him again. Though it was obviously he was in awe with her, he didn't hassle her like the other boys had done. He respected the space she projected and talked to genuinely get to know who she was without alternative motives. And above all else..when calling her Cy, she was absolutely fine with it.
A pleased sigh escaped then; the feeling washing over her. Her first day didn't feel so shitty anymore now.
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