CH. 4

The truck pulled into the driveway of the Clearwater home, the only light that could be seen was coming from Leah's room. Shanelle quickly said bye to Embry and hopped out of the truck. She made it inside before Embry could see the goofy smile that was starting to show up on her face. She closed the door and took off in a sprint up the stairs to Leah's room. She had to tell her best friend all about the date. Now normally Shanelle wouldn't get all happy about a date, but this date, she just had to spill it all to Leah, she had to tell someone.

Shanelle knocked on Leah's door and there was no answer, so she knocked harder. When there was no answer a second time, she opened the door, now what she saw normally wouldn't have been that bad, it was the fact that they looked like wild animals trying to eat each other. Shanelle stood there in disgust. "Um Leah, Jake?" Shanelle asked trying her best to keep her dinner down.

"Go away," Jake mumbled.

"Well fine then." Shanelle got up and walked down to the kitchen. On her way, she picked up the biggest bucket she could fine. She filled it with ice and water. She made the short walk back up to Leah's room, to find them just the way she had left them—eating each other. Shanelle tiptoed over to Leah's bed; she lifted the bucket up over her head and dumped it on them. They jumped apart from each other so quickly, that if you blinked you wouldn't have seen it.

"SHANELLE" Leah growled, she literally growled at her, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU. I SPENT FOREVER CURLING MY HAIR!"

"It's not like they would have lasted very long the way you two were going at it," Shanelle said with a evil smile plastered on her soft features.

"You are evil," Jake said, shaking his hair out like a dog as he held Leah back.

"Yeah I know. It's sort of my gift." she shrugged her shoulders and made a halo around her head, to add effect to her words. "Since Leah wants to kill me, I'll just to tell you about my date with Embry later," Shanelle said walking out of the room.

When she got to her room she changed into a pair of girl boxers and a black tank top. She pulled her frizzy hair into ponytail. Her hair wasn't naturally straight; she had to straighten it once a week, but when around water she has to do it more often. Staying in La Push meant she had to do it every day, since she was always close to the misty water air. She slipped into her warm bed and fell into a peaceful sleep. Soon she found herself in a dream world.

In her dream, she was sitting in the beach shore, looking out into the ocean; she was watching a man as he splashed around with a young girl. From where she was, she couldn't see who the man or the little girl was. As the dream went on, her dream-self yelled, "Come on, it's getting late, we should get home." As she said this, the little girl and the man came running to her, but before she could see who they were, she woke up.

As Shanelle opened her eyes to see what woke her, she wasn't too happy. Leah was sitting on her bed jumping up and down, over and over. When Shanelle let out an angry grunt, Leah sent a child like smile in her direction. "LEAH, YOU JUST WOKE ME UP WHEN I WAS GOING TO FIND OUT WHO HE WAS!" she screamed throwing everything she could at Leah. Now this is how most mornings went in their apartment when some was woken up. The first time this happened, the landlord came up afraid someone was going to get hurt; that's when Leah told him what was going on. They never saw him again.

"And who was this boy you were dreaming of?" Leah asked hopping of the bed as a pillow came flying toward her head.

"I have no idea, that's the problem," Shanelle said getting up. She walked over to her closet and pulled out her bikini. "You want to hit the beach today?"

"Why? You think you're going to find out who this guy was?" Leah said hold up the bikini Shanelle had just put on the bed.

"Lee, I could care less who this guy is. I have an Embry, waiting for me to call," she said walking into the bathroom. She did all of the morning things, except straighten her hair. She pulled on her bikini—it was black and white and had a lime green streak on it. On top of her bikini, she threw on her white shorts and a black, scoop neck, tank top. She put everything she needed in her bag and walked down the steps to see Leah standing there waiting for her with Seth and Jake by her side. "So you ready to go?"

"Actually we can't go, we have this uhh...meeting we have to go to sorry." Before Shanelle could say how bad of a liar Seth was, they were out the door. Shanelle got in her car and drove off to the beach. When she got there, she stripped down to her bikini and walked down to the water.

Brady, Paul, and Embry were walking along the beach after their pack meeting. Embry's thoughts were on Shanelle, he couldn't wait to see her again. She was like his personal brand of heroine. The only thing he smelled was her, the only thing he could taste were her lips, the only thing he saw was her, even the girl at the other end of the beach looked like her. He needed some serious help, and he needed it quick. "Damn, look at that girl," Brady said looking at the same girl. "She has got all the right curves, daddy likes." Sadly Brady was going through his want to be gangster fazes and hitting on every female he could lie his eyes on.

"Yeah, who is she?" Paul asked. The boys picked up speed and by the time they made it to her. She was walking out of the water and it was very clear who she was—Shanelle.

"Well, look who we have here, a cutie with a bootie." Brady said walking toward her.

"Say one more word about her and I will rip you limb, from limb," Embry said pulling Brady back by the neck. Brady almost peed in his pants, when Embry was mad it was not a pretty thing. Paul had noticed Shanelle heading there way and he didn't think she would like Embry beating up Brady. Before he could say a word, Shanelle was in front of them.

"Put him down Embry," Shanelle's soft, but strong voice ordered. Embry put Brady down, as if he was a disease. "Now, I don't like Brady very much, but there is no need to kill the poor boy".

"Thank-you" Brady said bowing at Shanelle's feet.

"Get off the ground, you look like a child. Oh, wait you are one." Now Shanelle could be nice, but today she was just in one of those sarcastic moods. She looked to Embry, and saw in his eyes pure anger. It scared her. He looked like he was ready to snap at any time. "Embry?" Shanelle called his name as if it was a question. He snapped out of daze and looked down at her, all anger gone from his eyes. 'What made him so mad?' Shanelle thought to herself. "Can we talk?" She started to walk to where the rocks were with Embry behind her. She sat down on the biggest rock and motioned for Embry to sit down next to her.

"Embry, what happened to you back there? You looked really angry, you looked ready to kill. Tell me what's going on with you. If this isn't something you can't control, I don't think we would be able to take this any further." She looked Embry dead in the eye when she said that. She wanted the relationship she was in to be safe, and never have to worry about getting in the cross fire.

"I can control it," he looked down at her; she looked so scared, like a small child. "I mean, I'm not violent, I would never be violent towards you, I couldn't even hurt you without wanting to hurt myself." Shanelle looked up at him with questioning eyes. "I'll tell you everything when the time is right, okay? But trust me, I would never hurt you and I'll never let anyone lay a finger on you." He looked her straight into her eyes, and smiled.

Shanelle looked up at Embry. He gave a nice speech, but once a man showed violent tendency, she wasn't so sure about him. Usually she wouldn't even look at him again, but her gut told her that Embry was different, and that she could trust him. "Why can't you tell me now? I mean is it something that if you told me, I would run screaming from you?" She lifted an eyebrow.

"You might, but I highly doubt you would." He really wanted to tell her, but she wasn't even his girlfriend yet, they were still in the dating stage of things.

"So tell me Embry, just tell me." She looked into his eyes, they eyes were soft, they held forgiveness, love, and compassion.

"I'll tell you after our third date," he said, a small smile coming on to his face.

"You're so sure there will be a second one." Shanelle grabbed hold of Embry's hand and rubbed the top of it with her other hand. "You and me, movies tomorrow night."

"Sure, you sound like a guy when you say that." Embry picked up a strand of Shanelle's frizzy, black hair. "You should were your hair like this more often, it's cute on you."

"Oh, so I look cute?" Shanelle turned her body to Embry, with a sly smirk on her face.

"Yes, you do." Embry leaned in like he was about to kiss her, but instead he tickled her.

"Stop!" Shanelle laughed as she and Embry rolled around on the sand in a tickle fight.

About thirty minutes later, they were back at the Clearwater home, playing video games with Seth; well Embry was playing, Shanelle was texting on her hello kitty clad cell phone. Embry sent a smile over to her as he finished up his game with Seth. "I got to go, there are some files I got to look over before Monday," he got up and kissed Shanelle on the cheek. "See you tomorrow," he said walking out the door.