Chapter 2: Target on my dress

Joseph was nice enough to allow Kelly to drive his car down to La Push. I remembered La Push quite more than I did Forks. Joseph and my mother would always bring us over there after school for playdates and what not. Honestly, if I had a choice I would have moved onto the La Push reservation; the people who live there are much more interesting in my opinion. And, the amount of greenary is awfully calming.

"Say alright, say ok," Kelly sung off key to Vanessa Hudgens song Say Ok. "Will you stick with me through what ever?"

It's nice to know she was enjoying herself.

"Carls, smile! And stop slouching, you're ruining your hair." She slapped my arm.

I sat, slouched in the passenger seat with a face of pure hatred towards Kelly. She made me wear one of her stupid high priced sun dresses, and not that I don't like dresses, I just don't like being Kelly's guinea pig. Maybe if she had allowed me to wear what I wanted I would be in a chipper mood.

"Shut up, Kelly." I growled.

"Ooh, I'm so afraid." She said sarcasticly as she pulled into the beach parking lot. "Get out the car."

"No." I frowned at the dashboard, arms crossed tightly against my chest.

"Carly," Kelly warned.

"No,"

"Do not make me drag you out."

"I don't want to be here; there are people down there."

"Exactly! Conversate with the unknown."

"No." I finalized.

Jacob's Point Of View (Beach)

Embry, Quil and I had earlier decided to visit First beach after school for our annual "I dare you" game. At the moment I was finishing off a dozen of hotdogs dressed in fluff. I could feel my stomach rumble angerily as I stomached the last hotdog. Embry cheered victoriously as he collected a ten dollar bill from Quil. Quil kicked his foot at the sand and waved him off.

"Let's just see if he can keep it down." He muttered.

"Five dollars and a weeks laundry, he does." Embry betted.

"You're on." Quil took Embry's hand and forcefully shook.

In the distance the faint shouts of two girls could be heard from the beach parking lot. I looked over to the source of the voices and saw two girls struggling next to a silver honda. The tallest one, the blondie, was pulling on the tan limbs of the girl in the car. I shoved the bickering boys shoulders beside me and pointed towards the strange scene.

"Cat fight!" Quil hollered, jumping up and down with excitement.

I laughed out loud as the tall one scooped the small one out of the van, dragging her open toed heels against the gravel. In the corner of my eyes I could see Embry point the camera we used for the dares towards the girls.

"Stop acting like a child and walk!" The tall one shouted, pointing to the slope that led to the beach.

The small one yelled out in frustration and trudged down the slope, the tall one following closely behind with a victorious smile. As the two girls got closer I frowned in concentration as I tried to remember where I'd seen their faces.

"Hey guys, I'm Kelly Eddesto." The tall one waved.

"You new around here?" Quil questioned.

"Yeah," she fluttered her eyelashes. "my sister and I -"

"I'm her sister by the way."

"Hi." I greeted in a faint voice.

What was wrong with me? Embry was looking at me with a huge grin, mocking me.

"Hey," her cheeks rose into smile.

Embry aimed the camera towards the two of us and began to monologue.

"And the mighty lion targets his prey," he whispered.

"Is he okay?" Kelly frowned as she looked over Embry.

"Yeah . . . I think. It's easier if you just ignore him." Quil dismissed. "I'm Quil."

"Quil?"

"Yeah, Ateara."

"You're Billy Black's kid, right?" She questioned.

"N-no." He scratched his head. "I'm Quil Ateara's kid."

"Oh, I must be thinking of someone else."

I hesitantly raised my hand. "I think that's me you're thinking about."

"He's internally flattered by the way." Embry chuckled.

"Shut up, Embry."

"Ateara . . . I think I know your dad." The short girl piped, eyes glowing as she looked over the appearance of Quil.

Quil's features suddenly brightened after she said that. "Really? How?"

"My dad, Joseph Eddesto, was friends with him way back." She said in a matter of fact tone. "I remember hanging out with a miniture him every Christmas and Thanksgiving."

"Pigtails with the singing voice!" Quil shouted excitedly.

"King Quil rejoices the return of a lost friend." Embry said to the camera.

"You're Jace Black, right?" Kelly asked, arms crossed against her chest in an attempt to block the cold.

"Jacob." I corrected.

"Jacob Black." Kelly smiled. "You look . . . bigger."

"All those christmas wishes have really made a difference." Embry clapped my shoulder.

"Um, don't tell me the name," Quil paced. "Carla!" He shouted.

"Eh," she tilted her body to the side.

"Not Carla. Okay, I got this."

"I am your host Embry Call, welcome back to the Kelly and Jacob show!"

"Carly." I said as I smirked at the frustrated look on Quil's face. "Her name is Carly; I remembered that because we used to go on fishing trips together."

Carly smiled wide as she remembered the memories from years ago. "Caleb, my brother, and I would sleep over your house every chance we got."

"I remember that one time we snuck out the house in the middle of the night to play spies-" I laughed.

"And we got locked out; Billy found us curled up under your window."

"You crazy kids." Embry chuckled.

"I've missed you . . . a lot." Carly confessed.

I smiled happily. Suddenly I had this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Jake, you alright?" Embry asked slowly, frowning as he pointed his handheld camera in my face.

"Course he isn't." Quil grinned evily, resting a hand on my shoulder.

Before I could turn my head away I was tossing the eaten hotdogs on the front of Carly's dress.

Carly's Point Of View

I was suddenly thankful Kelly made me come down here today; if she hadn't I would have never found my forgotten friends. I was mentally kicking myself for forgetting them in the first place.

"Course he isn't." Quil grinned evily, resting a hand on Jacob's shoulder.

He did look a bit green, I noted. And with the blink of an eye Jacob went from smiling to throwing up on Kelly's dress I wore.

"Oh, sick!" Quil gagged from beside him.

"This is so going on Youtube." Embry snickered to himself.

"Oh god!" were the last words that came out of Quil's mouth before he threw up on my dress.

I stood there, disgusted. I could feel the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes as I snuck a peek of the mess at my feet. It was a mix of yellow and orange chunks, and what looked to be hotdogs.

"Carly . . . I am so sorry." Jacob whispered.

I could no longer handle the smell or sight; before I could stop myself I puked into the small pile.

"Alright, we need to get you out of this dress, okay?" Kelly stepped behind me and unzipped the back of the dress.

"Do we like . . . leave?" Embry questioned.

"Um, yes. You leave." Kelly nodded.

"Just me?"

"No, all three of you."

"Okay." Quil said softly. "Sorry Carly."

"Jacob, can I borrow your hoodie for now?" Kelly asked, extending her hand out to the teen.

"Yeah, course." He said as he slipped out of it, handing it to her waiting hand.

"Thank you." Kelly waited for the three to walk away before she slide the dress off.

I shivered as the cool ocean air smacked my bare skin.

"Here, Carls, put this on." Kelly opened the huge hoodie for me to slide my arms in.

I did as she told me.

Embry's Point Of View

"I got the goodies, boys." I announced as I shut off my camera.

"What does that mean?" Quil asked as he trudged up the slope.

"Who knows," Jacob sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I think she hates me."

"I would hate you if I were her."

"Gee, Quil, thanks for making me feel better." Jacob shook his head in disbelief.

"She probably hates both of you." I thought aloud.

The two boys tackled me to the gravel covered ground with great force before sprinting off to the reservation.

Caleb's Point Of View (Kitchen)

"So . . . that's how you know a girl likes you?" I asked Derek carefuly.

I couldn't help but feel the advice he was giving me was wrong. Course, I couldn't ask dad, he was taking a nap and Johnny was in the middle of a shower.

"Yep." He nodded, running a hand through his shiny black hair. "It's the easiest way to know."

I nodded my head in understanding. "Okay, thanks."

"No problem, bro." He patted my shoulder and stood from his seat at the kitchen table, he walked into the living room.

"I think I'll just head to bed." The hushed voice of my sister, Carly, echoed through the front hall.

I stood from my seat and walked over to my two sisters. They looked like they had just witnessed a car crash.

"Hey, guys, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," Kelly said quickly. "now go away."

I looked over to Carly and noticed that she looked a bit sickly. Her usually tamed hair was sticking up every which way; dark rings shaded the skin under her eyes. The last time I'd seen her this way was when . . . .

"Mom died," Carly thought, eyes locking to mine.

"Yeah." I thought back.

Her right eyebrow twitched as she looked away.

"Are you guys having a conversation in your heads without me?" Kelly whined.

I snickered and shook my head. Kelly hummed, satisfied, nodded once, and walked down the hall to her room.

"You wanna talk about it?" I asked her.

"No. I'd like to go to my room now."

"Oh, okay. 'Night."

As she walked down the hall I noticed what she was wearing.

"Don't ask," Carly sighed before she closed her bedroom door.

Jacob's Point Of View (Living room)

An hour after Quil and Embry went home Billy knocked on my door. I pushed myself off my bed and opened the door. Billy smiled up at me from his wheelchair.

"Hey, son," he murmmered.

"Hey," I greeted. "Did you want something?"

"Yes, you know that girl you boys were talking about before?"

"Yeah, what of her?"

"Well, the Eddesto family use' tah be very close tah me, back when the family was whole." He explained, scratching his wrinkled cheek.

"Back when they were 'whole'?" I questioned.

"When Mrs. Eddesto was alive and well."

"Oh,"

"Yeah, but, like I was sayin' - you should invite her to the lil' get together the reservation is having for the teens."

"No one goes to those." I chuckled.

"Your friend Quil does."

"Because his dad makes him; besides all he does is eat there."

"Well, if I wanted to make it right with some one, I would do that." Billy said, hands raised in the air. "Sweet dreams, son."

"You too."

I closed the door and hopped onto my bed. Billy was right, I thought as I stared up at my ceiling. If I wanted Carly to forget what I did to her, maybe I should invite her to the party.

Carly's Point Of View

To be honest, I was tramatized by the earlier event that occured on the beach. I've never been barfed on by two attractive boys.

"You what?!" Caleb thought loudly.

I mentally slapped myself. "You know that thing called privacy?" I asked him.

"Yeah, what of it?" He scoffed.

I rolled my eyes and tucked my blanket around me.

"Did you punch them?" He asked.

"Goodnight, Caleb."

I woke up the next morning aware that I was still dressed in Jacob's hoodie. I tugged it off and threw it under my bed.