Chapter 2

Disturbia

Your mind's in disturbia
It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight?
Your mind's in disturbia

Disturbia- Rihanna

The small airplane touched down at the airport in Port Angeles. I got quite the welcoming party; it was pouring down rain. I stepped out of the plane and put my messenger bag over my head so it rested it on my shoulder. I scanned through the haze of rain, looking for my Uncle Harry and Aunt Sue.

I spotted an older couple, hovering underneath an umbrella. There skin was dark and I walked over to them.

"Catherine Rostov?" The woman questioned and I nodded my head. I was suddenly engulfed by her arms, and pulled against her chest. I was too shocked to return the hug.

"We are just so happy that you're here," She squealed and I pulled my self out of her arms.

"Uh, yeah. Great. And it's Cate, by the way." I couldn't return her bright smile. I turned my attention to the man standing next to Sue.

"Harry," He put out his hand and I couldn't help but feel so small as his large hand overtook mine. "Let's go get your things." Thank the stars that at least one of those two were practical. Standing out in the rain, making introductions was not my idea of fun.

We hurried into the warm building and they seemed surprise at how many bags I pointed out as my own. There was only five of them. I saw Sue's eyes widen as she saw the Louis Vuitton logo. I had two pegase suitcases, the larger ones, and then three keepalls. I still had several boxes of things that were being sent.

"So how was your flight? Were you comfortable?" Sue asked me as Harry grabbed my last bag.

"It was fine," I told her. I was comfortable in my outfit. I wore a gray blouse that was a bit longer on me. I had on my most comfortable jeans with black biker boots. I wore a black bangle with light blue stones in it and a black cocktail ring. On my left hand though, I wore the ring my Grandma Lucy gave to me before she died. The simple gold band fit perfectly on my ring finger. The best part about it was the aquamarine stone. Which was her birth stone and mine. My black coat kept me warm.

I was lead out to a old, black car and my bags were loaded into the trunk. During the hour and a half drive, Harry and Sue tried to talk to me. They asked me questions to which I either replied yes, no, or I would give the vaguest of answers. They soon got the hint that I wasn't talking and turned on the radio to some station that played hideous seventies music. I pulled out my iPod and let the music take over my thoughts. I didn't want to think about the house that would have to share with four other people that I didn't know. I didn't want to think about how, when I went to school that I wouldn't go to my studio class and dance, but how I would be stuck in the tedious and monotone of normal highschool.

I wanted to cry, but I didn't. I would save that till later. I glared out the window and wished for tall buildings, sidewalks crowded with people and the bright lights of New York. Instead all I had was the empty highway and the dark forest.

It was November, the trees should be all shades of red, orange and yellow. Not here, everything was so...green. I hated it.

We passed many signs with names of towns, but only one sparked my interest.

"What's 'Forks'," I asked suddenly.

Sue answered me. "That's just another town. It's a little bit bigger than La Push, has more people."

"Hmm. Does it have a school?" I asked. After I was informed that I was to attend the tribal school on the reservation and learn the Quileute language, I wanted to die. The school didn't even have sixty kids.

"Yes," She sounded confused.

"Could I go to school there?" I asked, slightly hopeful.

"No," came the sharp retort from Harry. "You'll go to school on the rez."

"Why?" I questioned. That was one of my biggest problems, I always asked why, always wanting a explanation.

"Because," he began, his voice low and rough. "You are a Quileute, you'll go to school with Quileutes."

"Whatever," I mumbled and turned my music back up. I didn't understand what was so important about going to school on "the rez". Was it some kind of loyalty thing?

I shook my head and took a harder look outside my window. We were passing houses now, though they were all quite small. We drove pass what looked like a convenience store. Finally we pulled up in front of a house. I had to say I was honestly surprised at the size of the house. I was expecting a tiny place that you could barely turn around in. But this was...different.

Instead of the shed I thought was going to be there, it was a house. It was two stories and the windows were framed by white shutters. There was a enclosed side porch. A cement walkway led up to the black door. Dusk was rapidly approaching and the house was bright with lights shining through the windows, spilling light onto the soggy lawn.

I heard Harry and Sue talking to each other in hushed tones. I caught something about a bad idea and something else about liking it.

I closed my eyes and hoped that there wasn't a crowd of people waiting to greet me inside the red house. I hated surprises, but at least I wouldn't be surprised when I walked into the house in case there was a group of people.

"Well Cate, let's get you inside and out of the cold." Sue said, motherly. I grabbed two of my keepalls and a rolling suitcase. I was in front of both Harry and Sue, which led me to be even more paranoid about what was waiting for me behind the front door.

I put my hand on the cold handle and took a deep breath. I opened the door and was splashed with a loud, "Surprise!". I winced and then opened my eyes. There were over two handfuls of people inside the house, making the living room look impossibly small.

As taken aback as I was, I was even more surprised by the similarities of all the people. They all had dark russet skin, black hair and dark eyes. I felt like I would drown in the sea of clones.

The next thought that hit me was how big the men were. What was it with Quileute men and their...largeness?

Suddenly a pretty girl bounded forward out of the crowd. She was a couple inches taller than me, but the thing that stuck out about her was the three long scars that rested on the right side of her face. They were vivid in color though you could tell that they were long healed. One pulled at her eye and another at the corner of her mouth, pulling it into a grimace.

I quickly snapped my gaze from her face and study the rest of her. She had long, shiny black hair and dark eyes, her skin a silky copper.

"Hi, I'm Emily." She greeted me, putting out her hand which I took and shook for just a second.

"Cate," I told her. I looked past her and glanced at all the people. There was another girl, who had a disinterested look on her face, as if she wished she was somewhere else. A majority of the boys, who I assumed to be teenagers were looking at me and smiling. There was two older men, one was in a wheel chair. Then someone caught my gaze and held it. He was huge, but he couldn't have been that old. His dark chocolate eyes bore into my blue orbs. There was...something else there. I didn't know how to explain it. There was suddenly no one else in the room. It was as if only he and I existed. Never had I felt such strong emotions, so pure and raw. It scared me, sent a shiver of fear down my spine.

"Cate?" I heard a distant voice call out to me. It called me again. I recognized it as Emily's voice.

I shook my head and tore my eyes away from him. "Yea," I addressed her.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her eyes flickering back and forth between the boy and me.

"Perfect," I smiled and walked around her. I stood there, looking at everyone, anything other than that guy. A different boy came up to me. He was taller than me, but was pretty lanky and had to only be a couple of years younger than me.

"Hi," he said cheerfully with a wide smile. "I'm Seth." I shook his hand. Somehow, his introduction must have been the go ahead for all the others to greet me. There were so many people, their names swirled around in my head.

Jared, Kim, Quil, Sam, Embry, Jacob, Old Quil, Billy, Leah.

Then there was Paul, that boy. When he greeted me, it felt as if my heart was going to jump out of my chest. He smiled at me, as if he could hear my heart and introduced himself in a deep voice.

"I'm Paul," His hot hand enveloped mine and it felt like fire. It burned, but wasn't painful and left me wanting more than just a handshake.

"Cate," I whispered to him. "With a 'C', not a 'K'." I specified. So many people got my name wrong; it's not my fault my mom had to go all Irish and give my name the Irish spelling. Especially being named after my mom's mother. Her name was spelled with a 'K'. Catherine was an old person's name.

"That's pretty," He told me and I could feel the slight blush heat up my cheeks.

"Thanks," I murmured, our eyes never leaving each others.

"I'm sure Cate is hungry and wants to get unpacked." Harry told the room full of people. I didn't even notice the table that look like it was going to break with all the weight of food that was on it. There was everything, but not a lot of things I let myself eat. I got a hamburger, something I only let myself have every once in a while. I had to control my weight due to my dancing.

I'm not dancing anymore. What the hell. I gave up and got chips and a slice of pizza. I found an empty chair and balanced my plate on my lap while I ate. Four of the guys crowded around me and asked me questions.

"How old are you?" one of them asked, I thought his name was Quil.

"I'll be sixteen in March," I told them and took another bite of my pizza. "What about you," My question was directed at all of them. Different ages were shouted at me.

"Fifteen," Quil, Jacob and Embry said at the same time.

"Thirteen," Seth mumbled after them.

"Wow," I noticed Paul, Sam and Jared in a corner of the room, talking to each other quietly, glancing at me. My brow furrowed and I looked down at my food.

"Are you excited about school?" Seth asked me. He was a cute kid and he reminded me of a little brother.

"Not really," I couldn't help but be honest. I wasn't a good liar anyways.

Seth's smile fell and Jacob patted him on the back. "Don't worry, Seth. We'll show her how much fun school is." He laughed.

"It's not going to be like my other school. This whole place is different." I mumbled, frowning.

"Sure it might be smaller, but-" Embry started to say, but I cut him off.

"I went to a preforming arts school," I stated simply and their eyes widened. I got up and threw my plate into a black garage bag and grabbed my bags, struggling under the weight. I pulled them up the stairs, ignoring everyone.

I knew it was rude to act the way I did towards them, but I didn't care. I was angry, pissed off to a whole new level.

I didn't ask which room was mine. I figured it out when I opened the other doors and was greeted by fully decorated rooms.

My room ended up being at the end of the hall way. I opened the door, turned on the light and was blinded by white walls. Once my eyes adjusted, I studied the room.

It was long, but not very wide. A full bed rested at one end of the room, pushed up against the wall, only two feet between the foot of the bed and the wall. Above the bed was a large window, plain white curtains covering it. A plain white dresser was at the other end of the room. A door was opposite me, most likely a closet. To my left was a small desk and a chair.

It was too white, there wasn't enough color. I would have to change that.

I dragged my bags into the room and shut the door behind me. I laid one of my suitcases on the bed and opened it. Inside, directly on top, laid my iPod stereo. I set it on top of the desk and plugged it in. I set my iPod on to the dock and turned it on.

Soon music was coming out of the speakers, helping to soothe my frazzled nerves. I hummed quietly along with the song until I was singing softly.

"No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken," I sang as I folded, put away and hung up my clothes. Some of them would need to be ironed before I could wear them.

Most of the songs that played were happy, upbeat songs. Hell, the playlist was even called, "Happy Music". It was the exact opposite of how I was feeling.

I felt like crying, dying, punching something, someone. All the feelings that raged inside me like a tornado, they were consuming me. I felt like I would forever be stuck living my life with the rug being pulled out from underneath me.

I couldn't breathe, all the air was suddenly gone and I was choking without it. The feeling sent me to my knees, dropping the pair of jeans that I was holding. Tears rolled down my face and hit the hardwood floor like a flood. I sobbed and didn't fear, didn't care about being heard. The music drowned out my body racking sobs.

I breathed in sharply, my lungs burning. Everything that I had worked for in my short life was gone. All hope of dancing in the future, joining a company, gone. With my dreams dashed to pieces and no sight of happiness, no light at the end of the dark tunnel, my life felt worthless. What did I have to live for?

The answer was simple: Nothing.

I picked myself off the ground and grabbed my jeans, setting them into the top dresser drawer.

My clothes were soon put away and I opened my last suitcase and pulled out the few things I had brought to decorate my room with. I pulled out the picture of my Lucas and I and smiled slightly at it, setting it on the dresser.

After I had put everything were I wanted it, including putting my quilt and sheets on the bed, I found myself incredibly tried. I could still hear the voices downstairs and decided to venture down there. Maybe I would be able to put on a fake enough smile and show them that I wasn't a total bitch.

When I reached the living room, all heads turned to look at me. A tall-tale sign that people were talking about you and it only added to my black mood. I went over to the table that was no nearly empty and grabbed a can of soda. I sipped at it and then went sit next to Seth, who smiled brightly and instantly tried to include me in the conversation.

"We were just talking about which video game rocks more. Which game is your favorite?" He asked me and they looked at me, waiting.

"I've never played video games," Classes took up most of my time. Their jaws dropped.

"No way," Embry breathed, "Everyone needs to play video games!"

"Don't worry," Quil said, putting an arm around me. "I'll teach you." He threw a toothy smile at me.

I forced the best smile I could. "I probably wouldn't be any good." I said, trying to get out of it.

"We'll make you good," Jacob said seriously, then laughing with the others. I didn't laugh. Movement caught my eye and I saw Emily clearing the table.

I got up and walked over to her, "Need any help?" I asked. She nodded and smiled.

"Could you grab some of those plates, thanks." I grabbed them and then followed her into the kitchen. She started washing the dishes and I watched her. Her hands moved swiftly, having done this many times before. I looked down at my own hands. I had never even loaded a dishwasher, let alone wash dishes by hand.

"So what's New York like? I've never been there." She asked me as she scrubbed a plate.

I shrugged. "Imagine the complete opposite of this," She laughed. "Some people would think that New York is ugly or dirty, but it's not. There is a certain beauty to the madness. There is art, music, creativity everywhere." My voice was soft and I was staring out the window above the sink.

"You must miss it," She commented, her voice also soft.

"I can't wait to go back." I told her honestly. "This place is going to kill me."

"It's not so bad," She smiled. "The beach is wonderful, the forest offers peace of mind. But don't go to far in or you'll get lost." She laughed softly and I smiled. "There's beauty here too. Just a different kind of beauty. Maybe one of the boys could take you out and show you everything. Maybe you'll like it, or you might not." She shrugged.

"Maybe," I mused, still staring out the window.

"Do you have any siblings?" Emily asked, gently trying to get me to open up.

"A brother, Lucas. He's at college, though. He just turned nineteen." I told her, smiling sadly.

"You are close with him," She stated, not as a question. I nodded and then yawned widely.

"Go to bed, Cate. I bet your jet lagged." She shooed me with her soap covered hands.

"Thanks, Emily." I tried to give her a real smile, hoping I succeeded. I tiredly climbed the stairs, nearly colliding with Paul who was coming out of the bathroom. I gracefully moved out of the way as his feet caught on the rug and he fell to the floor. I tried to hide my laughter as he laid on the floor with a confused look on his face.

"How did you get out of the way so fast?" he asked, the embarrassment playing out on his face.

"I'm a ballerina," I told him, though I was sure he thought I was joking. I held out my hand for him which he grabbed. He smirked and then pulled me to the floor. I had no hope of catching myself.

"Oof," I felt my air leave me as I landed heavily on top of him, a sharp pain shooting up my wrist. Then I felt him shake with laughter. I glared. "What is so funny?"

"The look on your face," He told me through his laughter. I glared even more.

"Well, well." A voice made us both look. It was Seth. "Is this how New Yorkers get to know each other? If it is, you can count me out." He shook his head and stepped over us, going into the bathroom.

I tried my best to get off Paul as fast as I could. He was up on his feet seconds after I was, an amazing feat for someone his size.

I realized that I'm not a tall person, standing at only five foot five, but Paul was at least a foot taller than me. I had to look up to glare at him. Then I felt a pain at my wrist. I lifted it up to discover that a rather large chunk had been taken out of it.

"Ow," I clapped a hand over my wrist to cover up the blood. Pain shot up my arm. "Major ow," Pain seeped into my voice. Paul swore and then grabbed my good arm and then dragged me down the stairs.

"Sue!" he called out and she came out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel.

"Paul, there is no more food, how many time do I-" Paul cut her off.

"Cate is bleeding," He told her and then grabbed my wrist to show her. She looked at it and then wrapped the towel she was using around my wrist.

"It's not as bad as it looks. Let's get you cleaned up," She pulled me into the kitchen (I've been getting pulled a lot lately) and sat me down at the kitchen table. She brought over a large white kit and pulled out several things: a bottle of rubbing alcohol, gauze, cotton balls, and medical tape.

She laid the towel down underneath my arm and then poured the rubbing alcohol over my wrist. I cried out when it burned.

"Fuck, that hurts." I groaned and grabbed Paul's hand and gripped it with all my force. He was standing next to me, watching Sue's every move.

"Language, Cate." Sue eyed me and I suppressed an eye roll. The liquid bubbled and she poured more over it. I swore again and nearly ripped Paul's hand off. Paul didn't even seem phased by all the force I was using. He merely rubbed circles over my knuckles.

"This is all your fault," I hissed at him. He gave my hand a squeeze and then smiled.

"Sorry, but the look on your face was priceless." He smiled again, his dark eyes meeting mine.

"Oh shut up," I huffed and winced as Sue started doing something to my wrist. I looked over and saw that it had stopped bleeding, but now there was a long horizontal, but not too deep cut on my wrist.

"Great," I mumbled. "I look like I'm emo." Paul laughed and I ripped my hand out of his warm grasp. Sue laid several pieces of gauze over the cut and then wrapped it with the tape.

"Your first injury." Sue smiled as she cleaned up. "Welcome to La Push." I shot up out of the chair and thanked her. I shot a glare at Paul and then headed for the stairs.

"Hey, wait." Paul called out to me. I kept on walking. He grabbed my right wrist, my good wrist and stopped me.

"I'm sorry. I am, really." His sincerity was clear, even in his eyes I could read the apology.

I sighed. "It's fine," I couldn't stop looking at him and his hand burned on my arm. We were close, closer than I wanted to be. I jerked back, away from him. "I accept your apology. Good night." I ran up the stairs and went straight to my room.

I closed the door, locking it. I slid down it and rested on the floor.

My life just got complicated.

AN: Oh my! I chapter from me! I bet you didn't think I'd update this soon, but I did. I was working on Doing This Alone, you know, following my order, when the inspiration for this suddenly appeared. So I wrote it. It's really long too! This is my gift to you guys for putting up with my OCD-ness and rewriting this! Hope you enjoy!

Oh I'd thought I'd add that I don't usually listen to Rihanna (or that type of music in general) but it just fit with how Cate's feeling.

And check out the links on my profile! I've added some new ones!

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