Chapter Eight.
Leah was the first to reappear, a large grin set upon her face, her body covered in small scratches that seemed to be disappearing before my very eyes.
"How was the fight?" She ignored me and opened the fridge, pulling out a plate of hot dogs and shoveling them into her mouth without caring who was watching. "Enjoying those wieners, aren't we?"
"Hell yeah, I am. I'm so hungry from kicking Paul's ass."
"I would have won if you hadn't punched me in the balls, Lee." Paul walked through the doorway, a loud laugh booming from his chest. His short was off, and his tan pecks glistened in the kitchen light. I felt a blush creep on my fat, my eyes swelling to the size of golf balls. Shit, who knew he was actually tones under there? Jesus, he must work out all the time. As he sat down he winked at me, noticing my disarray at his naked chest. What the fuck, Paul? He looked around for a second with a furrowed brow. "Where's Jared?"
"Went to Kim's. He was very torn up about your guys fight."
"Or he wanted some loving from his fiancé." With the plate empty, Leah sat it in the sink and opened up the fridge again, pulling out a carton of orange juice before chugging the whole thing in one go.
"Whoa, fiancé? When did this happen?"
"About a month before your dad found out where you were staying and contacted you. They're going to get married right on First Beach next summer, a few days after they graduate."
"That soon?"
"They really love each other. Jared can't wait to start their lives together." Marriage? Wow, Jared didn't seem like the type to get married. But I guess you can't judge a book by its cover. "How's your dad holding up?"
"Still sleeping. He's super exhausted from the whole trip. When are Jean and the kids going to be back again?" Leah shrugged.
"It depends how long it takes for my mom and her to gossip." She started for the door and motioned for Paul and I to follow, plopping down on the white plush couch. The room was big, the carpets a soft beige, a large fluffy round cream rug in the middle. Two side tables sat on either side of the couch with large gold lamps that held ivory lamp shades. A large television sat in a television stand on the opposite side of the couch, DVD's and a Blu-ray player filling the bottom portion Book shelves lined the wall, filled with titles I'd never even heard of. "Nice, isn't it?"
"I've never lived somewhere so posh." Leah chuckled, her white teeth glistening in the lamps light.
"Most of the rez isn't this nice. Jean works at the Forks hospital as a doctor. She went to college and went straight into the field." She paused for a second. "Your dad works as a history teacher at Paul's school. They were ecstatic when he applied."
"He's a history teacher?"
"One of the best." Paul stretched and leaned back into the cushion, eyes transfixed as he turned on the television. Suddenly the door slammed shut, and a woman screeched. Paul screamed as a woman with fire in her eyes and glossy black curls stood in the doorway.
"Paul, Leah! Get your butts in here and clean this up right this second! You both are paying for these damages."
"Yes ma'am!" I giggled as they rushed out. Jean's home.