Chapter 1
I'm awkwardly dancing by the punch bowl at Trisha's house. She threw a little house party while her parents are on vacation. Trisha stay having great parties even though this is my first time ever coming to one of her parties. We're not friends but we can be if she paid me attention. We are on Science class together. We are graduating together in like seven more months.
A bunch of teenagers laugh watching me from the corner of the living room. I'm dressed in a red dress. I have braids in my hair. I don't look that bad. Well, I am called ugly now and then. My forehead and chin is filled with acne. I awkwardly smile. I'm okay. I'm chill. "Who invited a geek?" A blonde haired teengirl ask walking past me with her friends. They laugh.
I frown turning around to the table. I grab a red cup and reaches for the bowl spoon at the same time as a man's hand reaches. I pull back as he grabs the spoon and scoop himself a drink. "Excuse me." I say stepping back to give him some space. He must be from the tribe giving his bronze complexion and exotic looks. He's wearing a black leather jacket, red shirt, and jeans. His hair is cut short. He's cute with a dark aura around him.
He puts the spoon down and look towards the front door. Me too. Three tribal teenage boys walk in and talk amongst themselves. I grab a spoon and make myself a drink. I take a sip and groan in disgust. It taste like beer. I put the cup and spoon down before leaving across the house and out of the front door. I walk down the porch steps seeing an equal amount of teens in the front yard as it was outside.
Trisha really do have friends. I walk across the front yard heading for the street. Cars are parked on both sides. "Hey! Paul!" A man's voice shout. I turn to see the man continuing his trek down the other side of the street. I look at the teen who called him. He standing on the front porch with his friends next to him. I wonder what's going on.
"Paul." I whisper to myself. So that's his name. His name is kind of nice. I sigh walking down the street heading for my yellow buggy. Daddy got it for me on my eighteenth birthday. Daddy's a manager at a car dealership. Mom's a social worker. I take my car keys out of my bra and unlock my car doors hearing someone walking up behind me.
My heart speeds up. Is someone trying to kill me? I quickly turn to see Paul walking past me on the other side of the street. Oh, okay. I open my car door and get in. I close the door grabbing my wallet from underneath the driver's seat. I watch as Paul head for a dark green Saturn. So he drove. He must be in his late twenties. He has to be. He's tall. He's muscled.
I put the car key in the ignition and drive off towards him. He stop walking. I stop the car and roll down the window. "Hi, I'm Mary-Ann. I'm a senior at Forks High." I say opening up my wallet. "I have $600." I say giggling. Maybe, he understands. He ignores me walking to his car. Okay. Okay. I turn on the overhead light. I open the dashboard drawer and grab out a pen.
"Just want to lose something before my Senior Year is over." I say writing my phone number on a $100 bill and take it out of my wallet. I pull the car up a little bit so it'll be next to him. "Call me." I say holding it out of the window. He takes the bill and rips it up. I put the car in park and get out. I pick the pieces up off the street and block his driver's car door. I know I'm ugly but. "259 Core Street. It'll be $600. Plus, my parents is gone for the weekend." I say staring into his face.
He is so handsome. He pushes me to the side and open up his car door. He gets in and starts it up. "Okay." I whisper getting back into my buggy and driving off down the street. It takes me at least fifteen minutes to drive back home. I pull into the driveway and get out. I make sure to watch my surrounds as I go to the front porch and put on my car alarm. I unlock the front door and head inside. I hit the lights on in the living room.
A little bit humid. I do a smell check while taking off my dress shoes in case he wants to show up. Do I want to use the bathroom? No. I don't need to go. I know the situation is odd and not responsibly but I should be like the other teen girls. I take off my dress and touch on my fat gut. I should have a boyfriend by now. I should. I'm ready to head up the stairs when someone knock on the door. That's Paul.
I smile rushing to the front door. He standing there. "Come in!" I happily say moving out of the way. He walks in and I close the front door. I lock it. "Upsta-" "Money first." He say. Right. I thought after the services. I open the wallet up and hand him $500. "The other is upstairs." I say turning the living room light off and going up the stairs. I go to the left and open my bedroom door.
Just a normal girly bedroom with pink curtains. Pink and white all around. I love it. I go to my stand next to my bed and open the first drawer. Paul walks in and hit the light on. He looks around. I move the notebooks to the side revealing hundred dollar bills. He hit the light off and close the door. I hear him undressing making my heart speed up a lot. I close the drawer and turn to see him taking off his red shirt. My face turns beet red looking at his six pack abs. I made the right decision.
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I woke up the next morning with an aching pain throbbing where my flower is located. My legs were sore. My back was pained. That special paid night flashed through my mind and it was amazing. He was gone. I checked my nightstand to see that he stole the rest of my money. It was $800 in that stand. Money that I saved up from my job at Forks Local Library.
I got text messages from my friends Rhonda and Irina checking up on me as they seen me leave early. I didn't see them in the house but I guess they were outside. I told them every single thing was cool. I had showered. I took care of my breakfast needs and headed off to work. Sundays are always hectic. For some strange reason, most students come on the last day of week.
I sigh walking down the walkway heading for the History section to return the four books in my hand. I hum turning down the aisle just as Paul turns. Okay, maybe he is stalking me. "Mary-Ann?" He ask holding up an ID with my face on it. Jessica Burk. "Not my ID." I say walking up to Section B. I place the books back. I didn't know he stole it.
"Can I help you with something? I work here." I say. "Paul too." Cliff say walking up behind me. "I never knew that." I say shaking my head. "Cause you're in the afternoon after school. He takes the morning shift, Izzy." He say placing the returned books in Section F. "The library is a mysterious place. You never know who you will meet." I nervously say.
"I had a few run ins." Cliff laugh out walking past me back to the walkway. "I should go. Excuse me." I say turning to leave when Paul's grab my arm and pull me close to him. "Jessica Burk?" He ask holding the ID in my face. "No. Someone must've used my picture. That's not me." I say trying to snatch my arm out of his grip but it don't move.
My eyes widen in shock. He let my hand go. "Mary-Ann is my name. Cliff was playing." I say digging into my back pocket and taking out my ID card. Mary-Ann Jenkins. He take the card and look at the both of them. "Nice to know that I played myself. You work here." I say crossing my arms. I played myself real well. Very awkward but maybe this is a sign. He hold my ID out. "Thank you. Mayb-" He walk past passes me and head back down to the main area. "Coffee!" I say depressed putting my ID back.