Chapter 2
But nothing happens. I feel a strange calm spreading over me and in the very back of my mind I realize that the calmness is fake. I look at the blonde emo one, Jasper, and he smirks at me. I stare at him for half a second and realize that my shield is down. Yeah, that's right- SHIELD. Maybe nobody mentioned it because I am so mundane and boring as I am always told, but nobody gets up in my business unless I want them to. No one can know my thoughts, know my emotions and screw with them, nothin'. It's quite useful except the fact that it takes a bit of concentration and if I ever forget completely about it, then my protection is gone. I can still function and stuff completely normally without thinking about the shield but sub-consciously it has to be on my mind. I guess that doesn't make sense, but whatever. It's the truth; deal with it. It's a real pain in the ass when I forget though.. Like now. I put my shield back up and am tempted to rip Blondie #2's throat out but I don't since Doctor/Blondie#3 is talking. "I'm sorry, Leah. I assure you we did not mean to spy. We were out hunting and when we came back we heard the piano and came to investigate. When we realized that you were playing we decided it was best to just let you finish," he says in a frustratingly soothing voice, like he's talking to some angry wild animal. This is true but I don't like to talk about it, kay? By now I have managed to mentally take a chill pill and my small burst of anger is gone, but replaced my slight embarrassment. "I.. I'm sorry.." I hear someone say in what sounds like my voice. No ,wait that is me. Shut up, Leah! I tell myself but my voice keeps going. I am stuttering which I hate. "It's just.. Nobody was here and it's been so.. so long and I.. The piano was just there so.. I mean I should have.. have asked but no one else was here so.. I thought you were gone and.." I trail off weakly. What the hell? Leah Clearwater is not weak, nor does she stutter. I feel a flash of mild frustration but I hold myself together.
Instead of looking furious as I had expected, Edward has a look of wonder on his face as he looks at both me and the piano in what seems to be a kind of new light. "Where did you learn to play like that? How long have you been playing? Who is that piece by? I've never heard it.. Have you ever tried composing? Is Seth musically gifted as well?" He asks eagerly. I taught myself, I play for 3 years before my break, myself, of course not idiot, I would hope you know the answer to that since I just said that I wrote the song, and God no. He can't read my mind so I am forced to relay these responses/snide comments with my now cooperative voice. Carlisle leans in, clearly interested. "Three years?" he asks incredulously. "That certainly didn't sound like a composition of someone who has only been playing for three years." I sigh. This is getting complicated. "Uh.. well, there are.. theories about that. Um, Harry and Sue were under some kind of absurd impression that I am some sort of musical prodigy. I personally think that's a buttload of bullshit. I believe that either the piano is extremely easy to learn or I'm just an apt pupil when it comes to music.." Edward begins to mumble to himself, something that I can't hear even with my werewolf senses across the room but Carlisle clearly can, as he is nodding his head and murmuring back.
Jasper who has been silent –shock, I know! – seizes the opportunity to jabber. I have never heard him speak before so I am surprised when he says "sorry'" in a deep rumbling voice, not quite a growl but almost. I is slightly higher and smoother than Emmett's, but rougher and lower than Edward's or even Carlisle's. It also has a bit of a sexy accent to it.. No, bad Leah! I mentally slap myself. It's because he's a vampire, I reason. Everything about him is supposed to be beautiful and he just so happens to be slightly rougher than the other perfect leeches and I just so happen to like rugged men. Ugh, he's married for God's sake, I remind myself. I am not Emily. I will not chase committed men.. committed men. Something about that sounds so hot.. I mentally slap myself again. "For.. What?" I ask cautiously. For making me feel the urge to jump on you and do things little pixie hasn't even heard of? He smiles and I nearly faint. Thank God for my excellent poker face. "For manipulating you like that." His forehead creases slightly – How does marble crease? – and his smile starts to disappear. "It's just that I was rather unprepared for your emotions. They're much stronger than anyone else's, including your pack brothers'. I've never felt your emotions before and I was a bit overwhelmed by your anger so it was only natural for me to calm you down while I could." Oh, my emotions are stronger than anyone else's? Cool, I guess I am just that awesome, like I've been telling everyone for years. " That's fine, then, I guess. Just don't do it again." I finally say when it appears he's waiting for an answer.
Edward finally speaks again, "Carlisle and I agree that you most likely are a prodigy of some sort, but usually people like you who are naturally gifted with one instrument are gifted with many others as well. Do you play anything else? Guitar maybe? Sing? Why did you take that break when you play this well and obviously enjoy it?" He is asking all the wrong questions that I will not answer. So instead I ask them for a favor. "Can you guys not tell anyone about this? Especially Seth. He'll start begging me to play again and I'm not sure I want everyone to listen." I try and succeed in keeping the desperation out of my voice. People/wolves/leeches/anything that exists finds out=bad. Edward had looked a little miffed that I didn't answer him but didn't look too irritated until I ask him to keep a secret. "You know I can't keep a secret form Bella," he begins. Bitch. Bella is the last person I would let know. Or maybe the first, so I could see if she is overcome with jealously like I'm pretty sure she already is. "But I promise I will do my best to not let anyone know." He finally finishes. Thank God. Emmett, who has been disturbingly quiet begins to talk (Ore shout, really.) "Damn bitch! You're even better than Rose or even Edward." This earns him a glare from his brother but Emmett pushes on, oblivious as usual. "Why haven't you told us you play? You know, there's nothing sexier than a woman with talent.." He wiggles his eyebrows. I ignore it since I don't want to get killed for attacking him when I know the Hulk wannabe is capable of so much more. "Memories." I state simply, unwilling to say anything more. I am tired of answering questions. This is exactly what I did not want to happen. I stand up and murmur, barely loud enough for even the parasites to hear, a goodbye. Say that I have to go to a council meeting/bonfire (which is true, shoot me now) later and out the door I go. God damn. What the hell was I thinking back there? Opening up to leeches? I growl at myself. Maybe they'll forget about it. Maybe they really don't care and were just pretending to be interested. I try to comfort myself with these thoughts as I run to the forest, undress, phase and lay town on the forest floor, wrapping my tail tightly around me and shut my eyes, blocking out everything. Time to get some sleep..
A/N: So.. it's been a few days since I updated and in fanfiction world that usually feels like forever. Please don't hate me? Sacapuntas?.. Yes I just said pencil sharpener in Spanish because I am just THAT cool. Mm-hmm. Fear the awesomeness. On to the excuse for not updating and then to the important stuff.
Excuse: Basketball camp/workout/practice. I am volunteering at my school's basketball and I did not want to suck in front of the little 7th/8th graders. Gotta set a good example my NOT missing every basket I shoot. So yeah.. there's basketball and I had a date! Unfortunately, it was the lamest (is that a word?), most boring date ever. Seriously. The guy does NOT know how to talk. He's totally sweet if you manage to make him speak though so that's a plus. I also stayed up late playing Left 4 Dead with my bro on Saturday night to make up for the lameness of the evening so I spent most of Sunday sleeping. That's all of my excuses. Sorry. (By late, I mean I didn't go to sleep until about 9. Played till 4, read and ate till 9 (that makes me sound fat! I'm not fat! I think.. Sat in bed waiting to fall asleep till 9:30ish.)
Important stuff: Yes, I play piano. Should have mentioned that in the last chapter since it's slightly irrelevent now but ohhh wellll.. Anyway, so I play the piano, I played for 3 years and seriously did take a break, and I think Jackson Rathbone/Jasper is super sexy. Except Jackson Rathbone isn't my idea of Jasper. Alex Pettyfer or Sean O'Pry are. But whatevs. Just another reason why the movie sucks. (Even though Jackson is uber-hot. (So is Kellan, and Peter, and Xavier (too bad he died) and Charlie Bewley, and Taylor.. and NOT Rob. What's with the obsession? He's like an older Justin Bieber but less talented, which is saying something. Sorry Bieber and Robert fans. I just don't like the guys.) So.. yep. That's how I relate this chapter to my life. Reviews? Screw what I said in the last chapter.. I want reviews!
Peace to da worlddd,
Akilah deLeon