I hadn't been to La Push since I was three, before I could decide if I wanted to visit or not. It was a nice beach, well, nice enough for Washington, but I always made an attempt to distance myself from the plot.
Edward Cullen ruined that, so I went to La Push with Nicole and the rest of our friends. Nicole's mom drove us, and promised to pick us up in a few hours.
Parker and one of his friends were goofing off. Matt was holding up a stick with a mysterious stain at the end, chasing Parker around with it, who was yelling for mercy. Charlotte and Nicole were discussing their favorite shade of lipstick, which came about because last week was Charlotte's birthday, and her mom bought her several new lipsticks, in new colors.
It was the very beginning of September, and the air had already lost some of its summer warmth. I wasn't dressed for the beach, none of us were, and I wished I would have chosen a long sleeved t-shirt instead of my tank top.
"Oh," Nicole said, breaking off the conversation, "are those boys from the Rez?"
Charlotte and I followed her line of vision. There was a group of tanned boys, all around our ages, making their way towards them.
One raised his arm and waved in a greeting, I waved back. "Hey!" He called, now within speaking distance, "I'm Jacob."
I smiled, "Kate."
