4.
The minute I woke up, I knew something was wrong.
First, it was the feeling of my bed. It was softer than usual and I just completely feel into the mattress like Goldilocks. Second, was the painted wall. It painted yellow, too bright for my eyes to actually handle. It was bright like the sun and it almost gave me sunburn, if that's even flipping possible! Third, was the fact that loud laugher rang around the room. Actually, it was beneath the room, to the ground level. Whoever was laughing must have found the joke really funny ... Or either is extremely drunk. Whichever it would be, I don't care. I just wanted them to stop. I wanted to be back in my room. Where my walls were painted blue and canvases where plotted around. I wanted to be back on my bed, my comfy and not too soft to fall off bed.
I wanted to be back home.
I took a deep breath and willed myself to give another pep talk.
Come on Bella, don't be like this. This isn't you, this person who misses their bed and wall is not you! The Bella - the badass Bella would never be emotional like this. And about the loud (drunk) laughing, just tell them to quiet it down or you'll gut them. But this isn't you! Stop acting like a five year old and grow up! You're in La Push and in a matter of days; you'll be doing your mission. After senior year is finished, you'll be back home with your stupid brothers, crazy but loveable mother, always proud to be father and grandfather. Heck, if you're lucky, you might even see Jonathan, of course if someone doesn't backstab him while you've been gone.
I chuckled to myself. My pep talks were always weird.
The door opened and Emily's head popped out.
"Hi Bella." She said, giving me a shy smile.
"Hello." I mumbled to her, still trying to wake up.
"Breakfast is downstairs." She told me, "Why don't you come down, I've got the whole day planned."
Yeah, really? Well, I do too.
"Planned?"
"School is on Monday, you'll need proper clothes for this weather and some notebooks." Emily blushed, "Of course, if you want to go. I know you might want to shop for yourself and all but I just thought maybe we could bond, but -"
"Emily," I interrupted the rambling woman. "It's fine, thank you." I looked down, faking shyness. "I don't really know the way around here, so it would be good to have someone along."
Emily grinned, her face showing happiness. My heart fell to the ground. Why did grandfather pick such a nice woman for my scheme, why not a hobo instead? That way, I'll have to fight for food instead of getting handed with cakes and all sorts of bakes.
"Okay, just get changed and meet me downstairs for breakfast." Once Emily shut the door, I facepalmed myself.
Do not get attached to her, Bella. Do not! The scars on poor Emily's face are evidence enough! Do not be attached to her and end up getting her killed all because of a stupid friendship!
I took another deep breath and closed my eyes. I needed to find my happy place.
"Do you think I'll grow up to be a great Hunter like you Grandpa?"
"I know you will, Isabella."
"But what's the secret?"
"What secret?"
"The secret of how you're so big, so strong and mighty! So brave and powerful?!"
"It's not really a secret, my Little Isabella. You have to fight for what you believe in. I believe that we Hunters have a right to do and be who we want to be. We are humans with the strength and knowledge to outsmart werewolves. We are simply ordinary people with extraordinary powers."
"Okay, I got the first part about the believing, but not the last. Could you tame down the adult words a bit grandpa?"
Grandpa barked a laugh and told me a story.
Fight for what you believe in. That was the only think I understood when I was young when I talked to my grandfather. I hand to fight for what I believe in so that I may win.
I opened my eyes and smiled. I may miss my bed, my walls and the people I love, but in lease I have a memory of them, my family.
I opened my suitcase and shoved the folders into a secret compartment of the suitcase. Can't have noses in my business now? I took out a top, some jeggings and a zip up jumper. Look like a normal teenager now, Badass Hunter later. I hopped into the shower, but of course, made a secure observation if the man - Paul - decides to pop out anywhere. I sighed when my heart fluttered, just because of his name. Be still my heart, for I will crush you if you fall for Flashy. I smirked, Flashy. I'm starting to like that name for him. I showered and got changed. I got my hair into a messy bun and shoved on my brown boots.
I slowly walked down the stairs, admiring the pictures and decorating around the house. The house was beautiful, homey. Not like the mansion in which the family of Hunters live. We lived in what you would call a village. The mansion was offered to everyone without a home, or simply a place you needed to think. My family and I lived there, but it didn't exactly mean home to me. I was born there and grew up learning how to punch when I started walking. Learnt how to lie and tease when I started talking. Learnt everything at that mansion, made memories at that mansion, but the manison still wasn't home.
I sighed as I reached the last step. My eyes surveyed around the room. I knew those ten chairs were needed for something. There, right in the dining room sat nine Russet skinned males and two females. One of the females was obviously Emily but the other was someone I complete didn't know. The males were tall – even if they were sitting down. They were bulky and looked intimidating. Probably is intimidating, Bella. Intimidating in the sense of looking threatening and not because they had no shirt on. They looked dangerous to be around. I was sure people ran from them, because even if weren't in a group, just by standing alone would still have a person running to the hills. Too bad my whole life I was learnt that people who intimidated other people – the weaker man as my brothers would call them – always meant that they relied on their looks and reputation, never their strength or brains when it comes to a battle. Although, these males seem to prove me wrong for some reason.
They were laughing, pondering on about a football game that went all wrong. I shook my head. Men and football!
"Bella!" Emily squealed out, quickly standing.
I give her props. She had the whole room dead silent. I wondered if someone ever got her anger, how would the room be then?
"Hey." I grinned at her.
"Good morning Bella." Sam greeted me. "Emily made you coffee, is that alright?"
"Yeah, sure. Need the energy anyway." I answered him. I took a seat next to one of the familiar faces I saw yesterday.
I smirked at him, "I see you haven't taken my advice, you're still not wearing a shirt."
"Normally girls want the shirt off, not on." Was his reply.
Smart move, but if you ever play a game of chess with me; you'd see exactly how smart my moves are.
"Well, I'm not your typical girl. And just by looking, I'd know that having the shirt on would still give you a benefit."
He gave me a chuckle while the other Russet men laughed.
"She got you there Jake!" Another one of the boys I told to put a shirt on clapped his hand onto Jake's shoulder.
I was smirking the whole way until I heard that deep rumble. Like a train track. You'd hear it first before you see it. It would get louder and louder until it would reveal itself to you. And it just revealed itself to me.
A growl.
My breath hitched and my eyes narrowed. Consciously my eyes inched from person to person. I watched as their faces turned from surprise to worry to a full on wall of mask.
"Shot!" Emily yelped as she dropped her glass.
I shot up from my chair – falling right into her trap like she hoped – and asked, "Emily?" My voice was set into a fake startle.
"Emily, babe?" Sam asked as he took Emily and her broken glass to the kitchen.
My eyes followed their every move. It would like I was watching them – which I honestly was – but I would be helplessly looking for a way to help Emily. Reality was it that I was watching every move Sam made to see if he would cross the line and end me now. When he reached the kitchen, I mentally snarled.
Anger flooded through my veins. What the heck was that growl?
"She's clumsy like that." The one who clapped Jake's shoulder told me, trying to make a better distraction than Emily's. He offered me a goofy smile. "I'm Embry."
Calm Bella is what you need, not angry. Leave angry Bella for the wolves. I sent him a daring smile and picked up my facade from there. "Bella."
"This is Quil," The one called Quil stared at me. Should I be flattered or what ... ? "Sorry about the staring, he's ... Well, he's Quil. He's won't hurt you or anything, he's too soft like that."
"Seems creepy." I nodded to myself. I winked, "I like that."
And just like that, Quil's dazzled expression changed into a confident smirk.
Embry rolled his eyes and slapped the back of Quil's head. "Moving on ..."
"I'm Jared." The man next to Flashy introduced himself. He was the other man that Flashy talked to outside my window talking like Romeo himself.
I nodded at him.
He gestured to Flashy, "As you know, Paul or formally known as Piss-Anywhere-I-Like."
I barked a laugh, "You could say that again. Though, I like Flashy better, more appropriate."
Paul gave me a smirk that sent my heart to flutter again. Oh please be still or I will send you off to the hill. Okay, what is up with me and rhymes?
I ignored Paul and moved on to the three young boys and the lone girl.
"Seth Clearwater." The boy grinned. His smile was like the room upstairs' paint. Too bright but in a twisted way, his smile shone and for some reason, I couldn't help but smile back. "Leah Clearwater, my sister."
The girl looked at me in distaste. I simply smirked at her. Blake would love Leah, I just knew it. She had spunk. Leah's frown turned around into a smirk. We understood each other to an extent.
"And these two are Brady Fuller and Collin Littlesea."
The remaining two blushed but nodded back. They were young, probably about fourteen or so. But their height and figure made them seem older. Their eyes though, they told a different story.
"It's nice meeting you all." Even if one of you growled.
Then I noticed the tattoo imprinted on all of their arms.
A wolf tattoo.
AN: *Hides behind Seth as he blinds you with his smile!* Okay ... I'm sorry I've been being a real moppet and leaving you guys hanging ... There were so many problems regarding my login and well ... Life. Year Nine is a year I hate to be in. Start of GSCE's and topics to choose from. Fun. But I'm back! Please don't throw tomatoes at me! Another chapter will be uploaded soon! I promise!
Should the story title be changed into: Does Loyalty Run Deeper than Love? Please review :D Oh and this is just the start of how Bella's life will be in La Push. I promise you XD
