Before You Read:
Paul and Laryssa are eighteen. They are both in their last year of high school. Jayden is a Freshman along with Seth, so they are both fourteen.
I am not a huge fan of the Cullens, so they won't appear often. (Sorry to those who love them!)
There will be some abuse appearing throughout the story. I will give the warning to avoid triggering those reading the story. If there is a part of the story that is triggering and I failed to mention it, please let me know and I will fix it.
I hope you enjoy this story.
Forever and Always,
Ari.
Disclaimer- I only own my OC's and the parts of the plot you do not recognize from the Twilight Saga.
Prologue: When My Eyes Met Yours
"Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties." - Jule Renard, Writer.
7:26 a.m. Outside the Clearwater home, La Push, Washington
"So, you're telling me after everything; Pop, Billy, and Harry shared with us... You are still refusing to accept that some of us have the spirit of the wolf running through our veins." Jayden laughed, kicking his feet up on my dash.
I rolled my eyes, huffing at him for putting his nasty vans on my beloved car. I knew the legends held some truth; I recognized that my ancestors were brave warriors. Warriors who suffered and overcame many hardships. To which I always had an immense amount of admiration and respect for them. That didn't deter my understanding of oral storytellings exaggerations.
"Can you transform into a wolf? Can Seth? Better yet can Jacob," I questioned, sending him a smug smile when he scoffed at my counter. I glanced out the window, noticing Leah's totaled car parked on the side of the house. I could see the front end of her white corolla pushed in completely. It was a terrible accident, and she was fortunate she got out of it with minor injuries.
"Well, no, but what reason could they have to not tell us the truth." He pointed out, digging his bony finger into my shoulder. I hit his knee, silently telling him to take his dried muddy soles off my dash. He leaned back comfortably against the leather seat, closing his eyes.
"I just think they are telling metaphors, Jay. 'Cold ones' could symbolize colonizers because... well, they're pale and they expanded into our land. The 'wolves' are the warriors who, valiantly battled against them." I suggested, as I quickly tied my wild hair up into a bun. I pulled a few baby hairs, out framing my face, staring into the rearview mirror at my reflection. "What brought this on anyway?"
I glanced at him, noticing him pulling his coat closer to his body. I reached over, cranking the heater up, tapping my fingers on the wheel, silently begging Seth to hurry up.
"I was going through some of pop's stuff, and I came across some of his old journals. I guess I wanted to know what you think about them." He shrugged, fighting off a yawn. I frowned at him, hoping he didn't stay up all night playing video games. I was going to kill John. I loved that Jay had a male figure to look up to, but he was no help when it came to video games.
"Hm," I murmured, tightening my hands over the wheel. "What did dad believe?" Deep down, I was curious, and from the expression on my brother's face, he knew he had captured my attention. Anything; that had to do with dad, I always wanted to hear.
"What do you think," He smirked, quirking up a bushy eyebrow. I hoped that he would let me pluck them soon. I always had to fight him to let me clean them up.
I clenched my teeth together, refraining from swatting at him since I knew he was an ass on purpose, "Don't be an ass. You know that I hate it when you try and hold your knowledge over me."
He snickered, picking at his nails. "Since you drive me to school every day-,"
"And I feed and clean up after you every single day," I interrupted, tugging on his ear playfully. Truthfully, I loved taking care of him, and I feel like it made our bond stronger.
He smacked my hand away, rubbing his ear. "AS I was saying… before I was rudely interrupted. Pop believed the legends were all true. Especially the wolves. Looks like you two didn't quite agree on everything." Jayden shifted in his seat again, perking up slightly when Seth darted out of the old brown house. I watched Seth almost slip on the mud as he ran to my car.
"Guess not, Jay," I unlocked the doors, sending a small smile to Seth when he slid in. "Morning, Seth," I handed him his morning bacon and egg sandwich.
"Morning. Sorry about the wait," He grinned, taking the sandwich, unwrapping it quickly. He shoved the corner of the sandwich into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut, "You're the best you know that."
I chuckled at his antics, pulling out of the driveway, "Careful, the praise might get to my head. Oh, and I tried something different today. Let me know if you can taste the difference."
"And that's all she needs is a bigger head," Jayden snickered, blowing a kiss at me when he saw the glare I sent his way. "So Seth, do you believe the legends are metaphors too?"
8:26 a.m. La Push High, La Push, Washington
"Butter, you added butter to the eggs instead of using vegetable oil." Seth beamed, tossing a skinny arm around my shoulder. I bent down slightly, so he wasn't standing on his toes. "You can't trick me," Seth booped my nose, smirking at Jay.
I smiled at my feet, holding my purple binder closer to my stomach. "Damn, you're too good. I'm gonna get you one day, Seth. Just you wait." I promised, poking his stomach, so he let go of my shoulder. I stood up straighter, seeing a familiar small silver pickup pull up.
Jayden groaned, moving between Seth and me, shoving me towards the red double doors. I stumbled slightly, almost dropping my art binder. "Jeez, I can't take this any longer. Bye." I frowned at his use of force, batting his hands away from my back, wondering what had his boxers in a twist.
"See you guys after school. Have a good day." I called over my shoulder, moving away from the two boys, heading towards my locker. I smiled at a few of my friends from my different classes, narrowly avoiding a few collisions with the other students. Just as I reached my locker, someone bumped my shoulder, causing my binder to go flying out of my arms.
"Sorry!" The light-haired male shouted, darting in the opposite direction. I watched him continue on his way. Scoffing lowly at the fact that he didn't bother to stop and help me pick up my work scattered across the hall.
"Damn it." I bent down, gathering my drawings that had scattered at my feet. Grumbling to myself at my rotten luck, I organized them as I grabbed them. Just as I had reached the last paper, someone had stepped right on it, leaving behind a massive wet bootprint. "No!" I tossed the rest of my loose papers to the side, holding up the ruined portrait of my dad. It was a drawing that I had been the proudest of. I glanced up seeing, the bulky figure continuing to walk. Ignoring the fact that he had just ruined two whole days' worth of work. "You could've said sorry... ass."
I whispered, looking back down at the portrait, willing myself not to yell in anguish. I let my fingers trail against the sketch, knowing that it wasn't his fault my papers where on the floor.
"What the hell did you just call me?" My eyes darted up at the looming figure that towered over me, and I felt unbelievably small. My blood ran cold when I recognized the man that stood before me. What the hell did I just do. I blinked rapidly, hoping that my eyes were playing a trick on me. I could feel the blood drain from my face because I just pissed off the most aggressive male in the whole damn school.
I breathed in deeply, trying my best to calm my erratic heartbeat. I stood, crumpling the ruined artwork in my palm, gathering what courage I had left. I met the angriest dark brown eyes that I had ever stared at head-on. "I called you an ass."
Alright, I hope it was decent. Let me know what you think.
Edited on 10-10-2020.
