You, Me, Him, Her Us? What?

by Damn you people

Peter & Charlotte adopted a human girl several years back, now she's a sophomore, but just recently their daughter has developed symptoms of, what Peter believes, is her human body calling out to her mate, who just so happens to be their old friend Jasper Whitlock, or Hale? She doesn't know what is wrong with her, but her parents do and Peter's 'knower' has her on edge.

10. Chapter 10

You, Me, Him, Her... Us? What?

(Chris' POV)

I told the boys at school that I would be at their party and they had the biggest smile on their faces.

I can't stop thinking about what Alice was saying in the car on our way back from shopping, a whole new wardrobe too, "If you want to grab the eye of one of the guys, go outside of your comfort zone."

I am not wearing a dress. Especially one of the dresses she bought for me, I'm not a tramp or a prostitute.

I grab a pair of heels, some really tall ones that I would wear to the theatre, some black skinny jeans and a loose purple top. I get changed and finish getting ready, walking down the stairs to be met by Em, Rose and Jazz, the insisted on me calling them such.

"Damn," Jazz says, a hunger can be seen in his eyes. I need to ignore it, so I do.

Em whistles, "Nice."

"I told Alice that you wouldn't go for that dress," Rose laughs, "though I am shocked at the heels. And how great you can walk in them considering their height."

"I wore them a lot back home," I say, "Always a party or occasion that required their appearance."

We make small talk for awhile, they ran here, so that Dan doesn't know they're here. I see headlights and they run upstairs. I hear a knock and go to open the door, being met by a nicely dressed Dan, "Hello there, Beautiful."

I blush, I don't know why, "Hello yourself, Handsome."

"Are you ready?"

"Just let me grab my jacket," I do and we're out the door.

We talk for a bit as we head to his place. We laugh and he tells me that it's going to be a fun night. We arrive at his place and you can feel the music vibrating throughout your whole person. We both get out of the car and he leads me in.

Bodies rubbing and humping on each other, erotic noises escaping the lips of multiple parties, "Want a beer?"

"Got anything but Bud Lite?"

"Yup."

"I'll take anything that doesn't say Lite."

"Alright," his excitement can be felt as he leaves. He isn't back a moment later with a Corona, "Here ya go."

"Thanks."

"How about you go and mingle while I go check on the others?"

I just nod and walk around. I walk about and find people drunk off their asses, defiantly not my crowd. I try to find a bathroom when I walk past a very earthy smelling room.

Please, this cannot be what I think it is, but PLEASE let it be real!

I mark that room in my head and go to the restroom, hoping that it wasn't a dream.

I walk back to the lovely smelling room. I press my ear to the wood and hear laughing, coughing and slurred words. I'm smiling ear to ear and knock on the door after it fails to open for me, I have the best feeling about what lies beyond this door.

The door opens to reveal the captain of the soccer team, Kyle, "What do you wa-want?" he asks, his eyes are red and he can't hide that bit of a smirk.

"Can't a girl join the fun?" I counter.

"What fun?" one of the other players ask.

"Come on, you wouldn't hold out on me now would ya? I know you have Kush in there," they look at each other for a long moment, "Come on boys, nothing wrong with smoking a plant, it's nature's gift to us."

They share a silent conversation and then open the door, letting me in.

I am assaulted by the lovely aroma of weed and the sight of many methods of consuming or inhaling the blessed plant: brownies, joints, gummy candies, bongs, bowls and then if you look around you can see all sorts of weed! I must have landed in stoner heaven!

I take a seat and join the circle. Kyle locks the door and hands me a bowl, stuffed to the brim with this strain or that, "It's our own little party in here."

Everyone agrees with this, "Why don't you guys let the other guys in?" I ask.

"They're already drunk and some of them have an angry streak. We prefer chilling alone," Darius says.

I look around and see that I'm the only girl in this joint, "Don't like girls ruining your high?"

"Nah," Simon says, "They get all talkative and annoying."

I take a hit and it feels good as I breath out, "And you guys are letting me join because...?"

"You're new, might as well give you a shot."

I can't help but smile, "The Soccer Team is the only group of pot heads in this school?"

"Track hasn't arrived yet, but they'll join us."

I just nod and take another hit, "Great."

We smoke, drink some soda and eat like we hadn't done so in years. Everything is much better when you're high; everything tastes, smells, sounds, looks and feels SO much better.

It feels so good to be high, you just don't care much and live in the moment. There are really two kinds of high people; the couch potatoes (stereotypical stoners) and the go getters (stoners who can function normally and do not appear high unless investigated closely). I love the relaxation that is accomplished with smoking this lovely plant.

After about twenty minutes there is a patterned knock, "Tracks here," our main Goalie, Robbie, tells me.

The new boys come into the little oasis. Everyone looks shocked to see me, but I just pick up my bowl, light and inhale, "Howdy," I breathe out slowly.

"What the fuck is a girl doing in here?" Track guy, Guy asks.

"I ain't allowed to get high with you lot? Sexiest assholes," I feel like a cucumber.

"Prove that you ain't one of those annoying ass girls," Saul says.

"How? I'm a bit high and don't know how to prove that I am in your league of stoners," my weed tastes like cupcakes.

They look like they have just been told where the city of Atlantis is located, whoops.

(The Major's POV)

Emmett, Rosalie and I followed Mate to the party, against Jasper's wishes, but I can feel how high those kids in the room are, "Dude, is Chris in there?"

"Yes, Emmett, and she is getting high as we speak."

"Damn, I miss getting high, I-OW! Babe, that hurt."

"Why don't you use that brain of yours and politely ask Jasper, Major, whoever the fuck he is at the moment if he could let us all get a feel of it?" I never took this girl as someone who would want me to do that to her, even Jasper is silent in our head.

Maybe I should explain how I got here. You see, Jasper and I both wanted to know what she would do, so I took advantage of his hesitation and here we are, under the window that the smoke is escaping.

I open up my power, absorb and emit the feelings of the humans above and I think all four of us visibly relax, "This is amazing!" Emmett, so easy to please.

"I've never gotten high before," Rosalie admits, truthfully, "but this feels great."

I hum in agreement, so does Jasper. I couldn't let Mate go alone, not after what Em and Rose told us.

She needs to be told, even if we let her live her life, she has to be told.