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Switching Scars

Chapter 2:

I sat back in my chair as I watched Lyre and Jacob play wrestle with one another over the last beer in the house; I had taken Jacob's seat after he had gotten up and made himself comfortable in front of the refrigerator. When I had taken Jacob's seat, Quil had tried his hardest to have and keep a conversation with me. Lyre, Jacob and Quil had gone out of their way to make me feel comfortable since I had woken up. Embry, on the other hand, hadn't said a word. He kept his arms crossed over his chest and watched us. Jacob and Quil had tried to pull him into the conversations; he only responded with one word answers, if answering at all.

With my arms resting on the table, I held the beer Lyre and Jacob were fighting over in my fingers. I had myself slightly angled toward Quil as he spoke, though it was kind of hard to focus on him while I could see Embry stare at me from the corner of my eye. It was unnerving, to say the least. He had an intense stare that took a lot to not look back at him. It felt as if he was either trying to burn a hole in my head or mentally force me to look back at him.

"So, Lyre said you were from Chicago." He started, "It's a long way from there. What made you want to come here, of all places?" Quil asked. He looked over at Lyre and Jacob a moment before turning back toward me. Quil's childish face suited his personality. He was a genuinely sweet person, I could tell from how kind his smile was. It made me feel comfortable around him.

I gathered my hair on my shoulder, "I needed to get away for a while; to give myself a break." I gave a polite smile as I dipped my head in a single nod. "Lyre is the only friend of mine who didn't live in the Chicago area, so calling him was a natural choice." 'It's not exactly a lie.' I thought, 'Lyre may be the only friend outside the Chicago area, but I hadn't realized I called him until he showed up at my doorstep.' I closed my eyes to hide my eye-roll.

Quil nodded at my answer, "Just a break, huh? This is the best place for that. How long you stayin' for?" He voice seemed eager. From the corner of my eye, I could see Embry's expression change a bit. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

I shrugged, whilst using my fingers to spin the beer can around, "I guess until I feel ready to face my problems… or until I wear out my welcome with Lyre." I answered as I dropped my eyes to the can for a moment, in embarrassment, before looking back up at him. He didn't drop his smile yet.

Quil looked over his shoulder, chuckled a bit before looking back at me, "Doubt that. Lyre's a guy who loves company, there's no way he'd kick anyone out of his house." Quil lounged back in his chair, giving me a clear view into living room. "He's a bit of a blockhead, but he means well."

My eyes drifted over to the two large men tossing each other across the living room. It made me smile a little. I found it funny that they started a wrestling match over a simple can of beer. "That's all that counts." I said. I smiled more when I looked back at the can in my hands. 'It's so different here. It's so weird.' I thought, 'The simplest things make them happy. I'd give anything to have a life like this.' A tap on my arm pulled me from my thoughts.

"We're having a cook out at Sam's house, you know." Quil said. He kept his attention on Jacob and Lyre. Both of whom looked back at him with comically blank expressions. They looked at one another before straightening up and calmly walked back into the kitchen. "We should go before the others eat it all." Quil had a sing-song pitch to his voice as he stood up and popped his neck. Embry slid his chair closer to me then, not even a second later; Lyre had disappeared out the sliding-glass door Embry had once been sitting in front of. After him, Jacob had followed suit; then Quil who chuckled and jogged behind them.

I couldn't help but gape and stare at the open door. The fact that the three were in front of me one moment, then out the door the next was amazing. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts again and shook my head, "Boys and their food." I mumbled with a smile as I got up. I took a deep breath, tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, and then started to pick up the trash from the table. I tossed the left over wrappers and cans into the trash while making my way around the small kitchen in attempt to clean up. The whole time, I could feel Embry's eyes still trying to stare a hole in me. "Aren't you going with them?" I asked, trying to keep my tone as polite and kind as I could.

"Aren't you?" was his reply.

I turned to look up at him. He had his arms resting on the table, holding the can of beer I had been holding, and was still staring at me. "You want to come?" he asked. His expression stayed firm and blank, but his eyes changed slightly –into something I couldn't tell. When he locked eyes with mine, I froze. My heart sped up again, my temperature rose and my stomach turned again. Something strong pulled at my chest and toward him. Truth be told, it scared me.

I forced myself to shake my head, "I-I'm not good with crowds." It took more energy than I thought to drop my eyes to the counter. I focused my attention on scrubbing the stains on the counters with a sponge. "I'm just going to clean up here, then go to bed."

"It's not a large crowd; just a get together. You should come." He said. I heard his chair scratch across the floor for a moment. "Just come long enough to show your face, and get some food." He was closer to me now. "If it's uncomfortable, then I'll walk you back." I heard him pull himself up onto the counter next to me. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. "Lyre would appreciate it."

I bit my lip. My eyes traveled up, from the now-vanished stain, across his chest to his face. It took every ounce of my being to not blush, but I do know that I failed. He flashed me an expectant smile with a shrug. "So, if I want to leave, I can?" I asked slowly. He nodded.

"Just say the word, and I'll bring you back."

"Why are you so persistent on me going?" I asked, tossing the sponge into the sink. I locked eyes with him. The pull in my chest strengthened significantly now that we were so close. My eyes unwillingly danced across his facial features. My chest tightened and my throat heated up as I felt an unnatural urge to simply touch him. The desire to touch his face, his lips, was so strong that my fingers shook. I felt my body shiver violently at the thought. My breath caught when he gave me a toothy smile.

He dipped his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "Just come." He looked back at me, locking eyes with me again. "It'll be fun."

'Note to self: Don't look at him.' I thought. "Fine, I'll go." I breathed out. Embry then hopped off the counter and disappeared out the back door without another word. Something in the way he was walking suggested that he was either proud or happy. The blackness from outside instantly surrounded him as he passed through the thresh hold.

I finally managed to take a deep breath now that he was gone. I kept taking slow, deep breaths to steady myself and calm my heart beat. I drummed my fingers on the counter as I hesitated to follow him. With a final deep breath, I let it out as a sigh as I pushed myself away from the counter and followed out behind him.

Authors Note: Sorry that this chapter is a bit boring. Just kind of a filler chapter is all, the next one will be better and longer. Promise.

Explanation for chapter:

Embry: The reason he is soft spoken in this chapter is because he is the most quiet and to himself of the pack. I wanted to show it, so if it may seem a little ooc of him, then I apologize.

ALSO, thank you to brankel1 for being my first (and only) reviewer. I appreciate it!