Chapter Two
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The moon shines down on me from between the gaps of trees. I'm in the forest again, walking. I don't know where I'm supposed to be going, or how I got here to begin with, but I don't care. The soft breeze that blows my hair from my face feels nice, and I stop so I can enjoy it more. I close my eyes, and it's like something is staring at me. Re-opening my eyes I can see the russet wolf from before walk out in front of me, so close I could touch it. Also like earlier I don't feel scared that I could be devoured in mere seconds. The wolf and I stare each other down for a few minutes before it lays down at my feet. I blink a few times trying to process what has just happened. A wild animal, with the power to kill me in seconds is acting like a pet. An unexplained feeling of wanting to touch the wolf overcomes me, and against my better judgment I feel my arm extend forward. The animal looks up at me but doesn't move a muscle, as my hand gets closer to the fur around its neck. I wonder what it will feel like, if it will be soft like a well cared for dog, or scratchy like a wild animal?
When my finger brushes against the fur it hurts; nothing like I had expecting: hard and throbbing? An intense pain runs threw my middle finger and down through my hand. My eyes flutter open, revealing the soft pink of my room, and, my middle finger slightly bent against the wall. Pain is quickly moving through my hand, stronger now that I'm awake, telling me it's either broken, or at the least bruised.
I cradle my hand against my chest, biting my lip to stop the string of profanities that is threatening to escape. My Mom always tells me I have the mouth of a sailor.
Looking down, I notice my finger is starting to swell, and I decide I better go put something on it. I jump out of bed hurrying down to the kitchen to get ice. Nice ice, how I love thee. It's quiet in the house, and as I get to the kitchen I've seen no one so I am guessing that Dad's either at work or gone fishing; seeing as it's Saturday I'd put my money on the latter. Bella must be, well I don't really care as long as she's gone out.
I open the freezer a little too eagerly, seeing as a bag of French fries flies too the floor when I do. Sighing I bend down to retrieve the food only to be scared helpless.
"Morning."
The sound of my sister's voice startles me making me jump; too bad that when I do this I end up banging my head on the still open freezer door.
"Crap!" I scream throwing my bad hand on top of my head making the pain in my hand throb worse then before, "double crap!"
"Are you okay?" Bella looks at me worried.
"You scared the bejesus out of me," I say holding my good hand to my chest. She looks a little sheepish, but I can't help but smile. Maybe things between us might be better now that we're old. I dunno, maybe pigs will fly as well.
"What happened to your hand?" this voice wasn't my sister, but rather Edward. Why he is always here when I do something stupid is beyond me. Maybe I'm just becoming as big a klutz as Bella, or a bad luck magnet.
I force myself to talk normally as I look over at Edward Cullen, "I just stubbed my finger against the wall by accident."
I can see him look from me to my sister, and he chuckles very low under his breath. Bella and I both glare at him knowing what he is getting at. I'm not as bad as my sister, no matter what the recent events may indicate. I'm usually well coordinated.
"What?" we ask in unison.
"Nothing," he says shaking his head slightly. Smart boy, very smart.
I open my mouth to say something else, but he interrupts, "can I see your hand?"
He reaches out for my hand, and I allow him to take it in his cool one. It feels nice against the throbbing of my injured finger so I don't mind as he feels around trying to figure the extent of the damage.
"I don't think it's broken," he says releasing me after another second or two, "I'd bet it's just a bruise. Just keep putting ice on it, and it should be fine."
"Ok, thanks," I reply about to turn back to the freezer, but before I have a chance to do anything he is handing me a baggy filled with ice.
"Um, thanks again," I say a little staggered. I must still be tired because I can swear I see Bella give Edward a warning look.
"We better get going if we want to meet Alice for the wedding plans," Bella says looking at the clock on the microwave.
"You're right," Edward says. "It was nice seeing you again Lily."
"You too Edward," I say smiling.
"Bye," Bella waves to me before heading toward the door.
"Yeah, bye."
With that I'm alone. I quickly dress in my second favourite pair of jeans, low cut, and slightly ripped at the knees, and pink tank top. I wonder what I should do today. I decide the safest thing for me to do today would watch TV; I couldn't get hurt doing that. I hope not anyway. I flip threw the channels: news, news, soap, soap, infomercial; nothing good is on. I am about to turn it off altogether when I hear the door open. At first I think it's just Bella and Edward coming back, or maybe just Dad home from fishing, but then I hear the sound of wheels, and more then one sets of footsteps.
I turn around just in time to see my Dad, and two men. One looks to be about Dad's age, or older, and the other is maybe in his middle twenties. He is also drop dead gorgeous with chin length black hair, and dark eyes. He looks sad slightly, but then he sees me, and the sad look disappears.
"Hey Lils," Dad says breaking me from my reverie. "Do you remember Billy and Jacob Black?"
That's
Jacob Black? I remember him from when I was really little.
I
played with him a few times as a child, but we had never gotten
really close. He is my age, I realize taking in his extreme height,
and muscles. I never would have guessed it by looking at him. I wish
I looked like a hot babe, in comparison to him.
I must be staring or something cause Dad addresses me again a little more firmly, "Lily?"
I shake my head and quickly stand up, "Oh, sorry. Hello."
Billy smiles at me as I walk over and shake his hand, "hello Lily. Why you've grown since I've last seen you. Excited to start your senior year? Jake, here will be too back down in La Push."
I look over at Jacob and smile, "Oh, so you're a senior as well?"
He smiles back at me looking slightly embarrassed, "yeah. I'm hoping to actually graduate, I was sick a little bit last year. Missed quite a bit of classes, not that I'm complaining."
I smile again liking him. He was genuine, and nice. I love that; a welcome change from a lot of the guys I'd known at my old school that always seemed to be fake, and the only good thing about them being their accents. I do love a boy with an accent.
Soon Dad and Billy are watching the game in the living room leaving me alone with Jacob in the kitchen. It's beautiful out, so we decide to sit in the yard at talk. It's easy talking to Jacob, but he seems a little down about something all the same. It's nothing anyone would really catch up, seeing as he's trying to hide it, but it's still there in the back of his eyes. I feel sad upon seeing that look; something's hurt him bad. I wonder what that could be. Even more I wish that I could make it go away for good.
Sitting on the grass next to him, I suddenly feel nervous. I don't nervous around guys, well not usually. What is it about this town that's changing me so much from my old self?
"You okay?" Jacob asks and I realize I have been lost in space.
I shake my head in order to bring me back to this reality and Jacob Black, "Yeah, I just got so much on my mind. It's really different being back here again."
"You were away at school right?"
I nod my head, "Yeah in Wales. I loved it there."
I sigh wistfully remembering my school, friends, and the wonders of Europe.
"If you don't mind my asking, why did you leave?"
I groan. I was hoping no one would ask me that question. The only ones to know the real reason to my leaving, my reason of being kicked out was my mother and father. I like it that way too. It's so embarrassing. I don't want to be rude though, and tell him to butt out, so really I have no other choice but to spill my guts. It's going to take awhile though.
"It's a long story."
A friendly smirk spreads across Jacob's face as he leans back against his arms, "I've got awhile if you do."
Wonderful!
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