Disclaimer: I only own Mills, Hannah and the plot.
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Chapter Two:
Waging War
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She looked on in horror at the sight of the kitchen before her.
Piles of dishes sat unorganized in the murky brown water while chunks of food swam teasingly amongst the crusty plates and cutlery.
They had to be fucking kidding her.
The kitchen was filled with quiet laughter as the rest watched her apparent displeasure.
"Welcome to the diner, kid!" The chef said, grinning from ear to ear as he clapped a hand on her back, though Hannah couldn't seem to look away from the giant pile of...well, she couldn't exactly describe it. It looked like rotten mushy ceramic, but that wouldn't be doing it justice.
"Don't worry, it's not always like that. We just did it for your initiation!"
"My what?" Hannah asked, giving him an odd look.
If possible, his grin grew even wider, "It's a tradition of ours. Every newbie gets to wash an ass load of dishes on their first day. We've been saving them up for you since last night."
"That is fucking disgusting."
The others started laughing again and the guy just shrugged his shoulders, still grinning, "That's life. Now up and at 'em, Newbie! That'll take you an hour at the very least." He said, before walking away, resuming his chuckling.
"If this is any indication as to how this job is going to turn out, then I quit." She muttered, rolling up her sleeves.
Wrinkling her nose in obvious distaste, she slowly dipped her hand in the brown water, feeling around for the plug, which felt like it was coated in old cheese. The smell was absolutely horrible.
She allowed the water to drain out before taking out all of the old dishes and stacking them in organized piles of to the side. As she was doing this, a soggy, half eaten burger fell out and onto her shoe.
She wanted nothing more than to pick it up and chuck it back at somebody as they kept looking up to watch her.
The chef had been wrong, it took her to not one, but two hours to fully wash, rinse, dry, and put everything up in its proper spot.
Waitressing and bussing tables, however, wasn't nearly as bad, if not easy. There had only been a few stragglers, since it was a Monday night in a barely there town. It was after they closed and she was about to get off shift, when the others from the kitchen smiled at her,
"Well done, Newbie, you survived your first day. Congratulations, not many girls do." The chef said, pulling out his hand for her to shake. Hannah made a face, but nevertheless shook it grimly.
"Yeah, most girls see The Pile and leave." One of the others waiters teased and Hannah snorted,
"I wonder why." She said dryly.
"So the name's Tarver." The chef said, and soon the others also introduced themselves as well.
"So newbie..." Tarver began, but Hannah cut him off,
"My name's Hannah. Call me newbie again and I'll shove that greasy spatula up your ass." She growled. Tarver held his hands up in mock truce,
"Fine, Hannah it is then. Now come on, we always take the newbies that we like out for a few drinks." He said, while the others were gathering up their jackets and such.
"Only if you're footing the bill," she said and he grinned, motioning her out the door.
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It was the next morning that Hannah realized that the universe had a cruel sense of humor.
It was a beautiful sunny day, the sun hitting her square in the face.
"Damn..." She cursed, though it came out as a nauseated moan. She barely had the willpower to pull her pillow over her head.
When the fuck was it ever sunny in La Push? Apparently whenever she had a hangover...
In between moaning and clutching her head, she faintly remembered tequila shots. Lots of tequila shots.
She was never a shy girl when it came to liquor.
So it was really no surprise that when Mills finally came over around noon, she was met by the sounds of Hannah barfing in the bathroom.
"I thought you went to work?" She asked, incredulously from outside the bathroom door. Hannah gripped the toilet seat rim even tighter as she slowly lifted her head,
"I did. And then they decided they liked me enough to go hang out at the nearest bar." She moaned, before heaving once more.
Mills winced upon hearing this, "Well it sounds like you sucked the bar half dry."
"No, no, just the bottle." Hannah rasped, flushing the toilet and moving to gargle.
"Well i hope you learned your lesson..." Mills trailed off sounding disapprovingly as Hannah stuck her head out, looking extremely disheveled, trying to shoot her a roguish grin, though it came out as a grimace.
"I'm not exactly one to learn lessons. Besides, from what I can remember it was fun while it lasted."
"You better be careful, Hannah." Mills chided, but Hannah shrugged,
"I don't do it often. It's nice to let loose once in a while....even if the morning after is less than satisfactory." She said, winking, before shuffling towards her bedroom to change, the barfing having made her feel slightly better.
"So what's up with you?" Hannah asked faintly as Mills waited for her to finish changing.
She immediately perked up, "Well, you know those ridiculously gorgeous guys I told you about?"
"What about them?"
"I'm meeting up with one of them tonight at a party! Can you believe it?" She squealed, practically bouncing.
Hannah winced, poking her head out of her door once more, "Mills, please. Hangover." She croaked, trying to massage the pounding away.
"Sorry." Mills said apologetically and Hannah smiled weakly,
"So what's his name?"
"Embry. Embry Call. We bumped into each other last night! He's just so gorgeous!" She said, a dreamy sigh escaping her lips.
Hannah couldn't help but laugh at her, going back into her room to finish changing,
"Well, I'm sure you'll leave him breathless tonight. Do you know what you're going to wear?" Hannah asked, and Mills' face lit up with a devilish grin,
"Oh, trust me, I already know exactly what I'm going to wear tonight."
Hannah couldn't help but chuckle at her friends suggestive tone of voice, "Well I wish you the best of luck, Mills."
"Oh, if only you could come with me! You should meet some of his other friends. They're all so hot..."
"It sounds like it would be amazing, but I have to work. Besides, maybe it's for the best if I take a break for a little while. Getting piss drunk takes it out of you." Hannah laughed.
Mills rolled her eyes, "To much of a good thing..."
"Yes, mother." Hannah mocked, grinning as she finally emerged from her bedroom.
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"I'm surprised you're not locked up in your bathroom, Hannah. You drank enough last night to put even me under the weather." Tarver teased, making Hannah laugh,
"What can I say? I'm a fighter."
It was hard not to like Tarver. He just had one of those easy going personalities. Although she still felt the desire to punch him every now and then, they were slowly building a fast and steady friendship.
"Aye, I won't deny that one."
"I can't believe I'm stuck here with you of all people tonight. Nobody is even here right now." Hannah whined, and he snorted,
"Way to wound the ego, Hannah." He said dryly. Now it was Hannah's turn to snort,
"Ego, ha! You already have to much of it."
"Somebody's snarky tonight. Maybe we should loosen you up again, eh?" He said, waggling his eyebrows.
"You wish." Hannah laughed, rolling her eyes.
"So why do you want to leave so badly, anyways? Am I boring you?"
"Nah, I just wanted to go to a party with a friend. By the way, you wouldn't have heard of an....wait a minute, what was his name...." Hannah muttered and Tarver grinned,
"Well this could take a while." He teased and Hannah shot him a look,
"Shut up. It began with an 'E'...Em...Emerson maybe? No, that can't be it. He's supposed to be freakishly tall and built. You know, there's a whole group of them down at La Push, I think?" Hannah asked and suddenly Tarvers' face darkened,
"Do you mean Embry Call and his friends?" He questioned and Hannah's face dawned in recognition,
"That's the one!" She said, smiling.
"You weren't planning on actually going with him, were you?" Tarver asked warily and Hannah shook her head,
"No, my friend Mills went with him. Why, what's wrong with him?" Hannah asked, not liking the look on Tarvers' face.
"Just...stay away from them. All in all they're good guys and there's a few that are really committed to their girlfriends...but the rest of them, they treat girls like they're a dime a dozen. They never last longer than a few nights at most." Tarver said gruffly and Hannah's face darkened,
"If that asshole hurts Mills I swear...." She began, but Tarver just chuckled,
"She most likely knows what she's getting into, unless she's incredibly foolish and naive. Those guys aren't exactly known for their chastity, so to speak. Anybody from around here knows that." He said, shrugging his shoulders, but Hannah felt her stomach drop.
Mills was definitely what she would call naive.
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The next day Mills floated by Hannah's house, giggling and happy.
Hannah listened to all of her stories from the night before half heartedly as she pretended to busy herself making coffee, not really taking anything in as she thought angry thoughts towards Embry.
"I mean seriously, who the fuck throws a fucking party on a tuesday night?" she fumed. Tarvers' words of warning kept playing in her head as she went to sit down at the kitchen table next to Mills.
Suddenly something that she said cut through Hannah's preoccupied head making her spray her coffee out in front of her as Mills shouted, making a mad dash to get away from her.
"What did you say?" She gasped, slightly choking on the few drops of coffee she had managed to inhale during her outburst.
"I said we had sex, Hannah. It's not that big of a deal, and don't you dare try to tell me I shouldn't have! Especially after your escapade the night before." Mills warned, but Hannah was incapable of saying anything because if anything she had to go on from what Tarver said was true, she knew exactly what was going to happen next. Instead, Hannah opted to just stare at Mills, bug-eyed.
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Sure enough, a few days later, Mills was a blubbering mess in her arms. Hannah tried desperately to try and sooth her, but in all honesty she had no idea as to what to do. These kind of things were never her forte.
"H-he refuses t-to even talk to me any-anymore! He just ig-ignored me, H-h-hannah!" She said before sobbing uncontrollably into Hannah's arms once more, as she tried desperately to try and calm her down.
That was the only real intelligible thing Mills was able to say all night.
Hannah swore she was going to kill this boy if she ever laid eyes on him, which just might happen, seeing as she was fighting the desperate urge to hunt his ass down. Because of him, not only did she have to clean up his mess, but she got virtually no sleep whatsoever. Oh, he would pay dearly for this.
And so it was with a vengeance that Hannah walked into the diner the next morning, looking like hell, and ready to break something.
"I take it she kept you up all night?" Tarver asked sympathetically as Hannah slumped into a chair, looking quite disgruntled.
"Why do girls have to become so weepy and clingy when they're upset? I swear, Tarver, I will make him pay. He not only fucks up my friend, he stops me from sleeping. Oh, he will pay." She hissed, almost pouncing on the cup of coffee Tarver set next to her.
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Somebody is pissed and ready to raise hell, no? Will she finally get to meet Embry and try to kill him like she wants to? find out next chapter. I promise to try and update soon.