Hey you guys, here is part three. Hope you like it, but if not that's okay too. Happy reading.
Disclaimer: I only own Hannah, Mills, The Plot, and Tarver, who for some reason i forgot to mention in this thing the last time.
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Chapter Three: Fury
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It had been a week since he broke Mills' heart. Hannah had had half a mind to go and find him, but Tarver had eventually talked her out of such notions, stating that they were, literally, built like oak trees.
He had known that she was planning on doing more than talk.
So it was a grim Hannah who had to try and help Mills move on.
"Come on, Tarver. It wouldn't be that bad." Hannah insisted, but Tarver held firm.
"No way! I don't want to get stuck taking a basket case out for a whole entire night!"
"She is not a basket case! How would you feel if an amazingly sexy goddess of a woman left you heartbroken?" She snapped, eyes narrowing. Tarver merely grinned,
"Is that what you think he is? An amazingly sexy god-looking hunk of a man? I never really pinned you down for the brawny-muscle head type." He teased, dodging the wet rag Hannah threw at him.
"I've never even seen him, and even if I did, I would have more class than to stoop that low." she said, sounding insulted, "And you never answered the question!" she griped.
Tarver shook his head, "Hannah, you've just stated almost every guys' dream. A sexy woman who wants to have a one night stand with no strings attached? I am so all over that."
"Keep talking like that and in two seconds you're not going to have legs." Hannah threatened
"And this is supposed to make me want to take your friend out on a date? No thank you."
Suddenly the bell on the front door jingled, followed by the loud laughter of a bunch of guys as they strolled in. Hannah grimaced as she heard them, turning back towards Tarver,
"This conversation isn't over with." She warned. Tarver merely rolled his eyes as he tried to shoo her away, vainly hoping she would forget her train of thought before she came back.
Walking out into the dining area with a pot of hot coffee, Hannah gave the table of guys a sour look. From Tarver's and Mills' descriptions, they looked like they could be his friends. She secretly wondered if they were juicing.
Tossing them a stack of menus, she fought the urge to roll her eyes at the lot of them while she set the pot of coffee down on the table. The suggestive looks and the winks were making her edgy and irritable. At least the people who usually came in here had more decency. Only one wasn't rude enough as the others, but from the way he was gawking, she had to wonder if he was slightly mentally incompetent.
'Shut it, guys." He snapped, almost growled, as he sent them a harsh look, seemingly snapping out of whatever daze he was in.
Hannah ignored all of this with an impatient sigh and an irritated flick of her hair,
"What can I get you guys?" She snapped, tapping her foot.
The others were seemingly sending the one guy interested, yet amused looks, whispering amongst one another, while a large grin unfurled across the other guys' features, casually leaning on his left arm while he continued to take in Hannah's appearance.
"So, you must be the new girl who lives in Flora's old house. You were her granddaughter, right?" He asked, flashing her a set of pearly whites.
"And? So what?" Hannah asked rudely, becoming more irritated by the second.
'So help me God..." She thought, but didn't finish her train of thought.
"Nothing, just surprised I haven't seen you sooner. I really wish I had though."
Did girls really fall for this shit here?
"Yeah, well, tough luck. Now if you're not going to get anything, I have other things to attend to." She said, thoroughly pissed off now as she picked up her pot of coffee and moved to walk away.
"I don't think she likes you, Em. " One of them said seriously, before the others burst out into loud laughter. Hannah paid them no mind, wanting nothing more than to bitch about the annoying guys at table four to Tarver in the kitchen.
She faintly registered the scrape of a chair, and before she knew it, a sweltering hot hand had gently encased her upper left arm, turning her back to face the jackass from before.
"Wait, please don't go, I shouldn't have acted like that, I'm sorry. We obviously got off to a wrong start. My name is Embry Call." He pleaded, letting her arm go and extending his hand to hers.
Hannah froze, all of her retorts flying out the window.
"Embry Call?" she asked and he smiled brightly,
"Yeah." He said, looking nothing short of ecstatic, "And your name is...?"
Her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as she stepped away from him, "You're Embry fucking Call?" She hissed, not even bothering to acknowledge his question.
Embry stood there looking hesitant, not knowing why she was so angry.
"It's actually Embry Phoenix Call, but I like your version better." One of his buddies called out cheekily from the table.
And that's when Hannah snapped.
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"You're lucky you didn't get fired, you know that?" Tarver asked, clearly amused by this whole situation. Hannah on the other hand was pacing relentlessly, furious.
"The fucking jackass deserved it! I hope he's in pain." She growled, making Tarver sake his head,
"You know, Hannah, I think 'fuck' is your favorite choice of vocabulary. Are you trying to express something here?" He observed, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Hannah shot him a withering look.
Embry and his group of friends had just left not to long ago, Hannah having thrown her coffee pot at Embry's head in her rage.
"YOU FUCKING JACKASS! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW BEFORE I DO EVEN WORSE TO YOU!" She had screamed. Words failed to describe just how furious she had been. She was pleased to see the coffee pot break upon the impact of hitting his head. She was even happier that the coffee had been freshly brewed five minutes prior.
All hell had broken loose at this point, Embry screaming in agony as the hot liquid washed over the back of his head and shoulders, while his friends had jumped up to protect their friend. Tarver and the kitchen staff had then burst out of the kitchens.
"What the hell!" Embry yelled, clutching his head, but Hannah would hear none of it,
"YOU'RE LUCKY I DIDN'T DO WORSE! YOU DESERVE A HELL OF A LOT MORE FOR DOING THAT TO MY FRIEND, YOU DUMB ASS!" She screamed. Tarver was now pulling her away from him while Embry's friends were looking wary. Two of them looked as if they found the situation highly amusing, however none of them looked truly concerned about his well being.
'What a great choice in friends.' Hannah remembered thinking sarcastically.
Reflecting upon the memory made Hannah grin like the Cheshire cat.
Tarver's waving hand though snapped her out of her flashback, in turn making her scowl up at him.
"Did you know that you could be rather frightening when you want to be?" he asked and Hannah rolled her eyes,
"I try." She muttered, grabbing her coat and bag, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Do you want to bring another coffee pot with you? You know, for good measure and all?" Tarver called back.
Hannah merely gave him the finger.
"See! I TOLD you that was your favorite word!" He screamed. Hannah could just picture him jumping up and down as she made her way outside, shaking her head.
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"What the heck happened to you?" Mills asked upon seeing Hannah's less than cheerful face. They were supposed to have a movie night that night, something of which Hannah had completely forgotten about until now. If she was going to go through with this again, she needed alcohol, badly.
"I met your favorite person, that's what." She glowered, throwing her stuff on the nearest chair, before moving to grab her tequila from the fridge.
"You saw Embry?" Mills asked softly while Hannah poured herself a shot.
"Yeah, and hopefully the bastard will have a shitty headache for the rest of the week." She growled, before taking her shot and going for another.
"What did you do, Hannah?" Mills asked, sounding both apprehensive and worried.
Hannah gave her a funny look, "I broke a coffee pot on his head and told him to get the fuck out of the diner, that's what. Serves the bastard right to." She said, haughtily, "Him and his stupid little friends know just the way to piss me off. How you ever gave that jackass the time of day, I'll never know."
"Hannah! How could you! Was he hurt? Is he okay?" Mills asked, her eyes wide with worry.
"Why do you even care? Who the fuck cares if he's okay and I fucking hope he's hurting. He hurt you Mills in one of the worst possible ways he could hurt you. Why are you defending him?" Hannah asked, angry.
"Because, Hannah, I..." Mills began, but Hannah cut her off,
"Because of what? You really really like him? Or maybe you're in love with him, though how that's even possible I can't even begin to fathom. You've been crying over him for the past week! He never even had the decency to call you!"
"I just don't think that you should tried sorting things out with violence! It's not even any of your business anyways!" Mills yelled.
"Not any of my business? How the hell is it not? When you've been weeping and sobbing and wailing over here for what feels like forever leaving me to sit here helplessly, trying to pick up all the pieces he left behind! How the hell is not my business when he comes into my diner and starts flirting with me and smiling at me as if everything is just peachy?!" Hannah yelled back, furious, "He hurt you! How is it not right for me to get back at that bastard, even if it's only a small fraction of what he deserves?"
Mills was crying, again, and the sight made Hannah even angrier.
"Is that all she ever do? Cry?" She thought angrily as she took another shot of tequila.
Mills sniffled, "I'm sorry, Hannah. I really am, i know I've been so annoying this past week. It's just that, i don't know anymore."
Hannah sighed and gave Mills a hug, trying her hardest not to roll her eyes. Mills just wasn't the person who could have a real argument with anybody. She was just to weepy.
"You need to get over him." Hannah said flatly, looking Mills dead in the eyes, "Because clearly he is over you. Now you need to cut out the moping shit and get a move on with your life. He's not worth any more heartache. Clearly you can do better."
Mills nodded meekly, giving her a watery smile, "Thanks. You're right, I need to get a grip." she said and Hannah nodded.
"Here." She said, thrusting a shot into Mills' hand, "You need this more than i do. And that's fucking saying something." Hannah grumbled, making Mills giggle,
"You're right, that really is." She said, before downing the lot with a watery grin.
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AN: So there you go! Don't worry, you guys. Even though there was only a glimpse of Embry in this chapter, I promise he becomes a much more prominent character in the following chapters. Please review! I would really like come constructive criticism. Is it good, bad? I know i said earlier that i didn't care if you reviewed or not, but now curiosity has gotten the better of me. So please review and tell me what you think! Thanks! love you guys!