Does Seth just love to piss me off? I'm starting to think so.
And I am extremely pissed as I traipse through the forest – in human form – violently snapping all the tree branches and thorns in my way and ignoring the little pricks. Who oh why did that asshole have to run back and tell the Cullens that Sam and Emily are having a wedding in a month and I'm going to be her maid of honor? I don't want to, of course, but we made that promise when we were both 9, and I'm not about to go back on it. And now I have to walk to Leech Manor through the forest filled with millions of trees and bushes and thorn patches and other various plants. I could go around and use the path that everyone else uses but I won't. It's too easy and I'm Leah freaking Clearwater.
When my journey is finally complete and I have walked into the crypt – not knocking, even though I'm aware that was probable rude – I am greeted by the doctor. "Hello, Leah," he says pleasantly and then frowns down at my body still slightly scraped up from walking in the woods. "What happened?" he asks. I flip him off. He looks at me with something like pity in his eyes. I growl. He turns around, unfazed, and leads me to the dining room. In the center there is a huge beautiful, glossy reddish wood table. Around it are fourteen chairs. Twelve are filled with vampires, werewolves, and one vampire-human thing. Two are empty. Carlisle takes the seat at the head of the table and I take the other in between Quil and emo-Leech. Quil smiles at me; Emo-Leech ignores me. "So Leah," dear little Eddy begins. "We hear Sam and Emily are having a wedding?" He raises his eyebrows at me for confirmation. "Yep." Is all I say, popping the P. He nods and continues speaking in that weird voice of his. "Well, please don't be offended but we were wondering if you could.. take it." Everyone is watching carefully for my reaction. I feel my face slip into that perfect, expressionless face I always use when I don't want to use emotion, a bad habit I picked up from Sam. "I can." I say carefully, keeping my voice smooth and inflectionless. That's a total of three words from me to the bloodsuckers all day. And people say women can't shut up. Carlisle coughs, I suppose just a human habit he kept, and says quietly in a gentle voice, "We were thinking.. there will be humans present, and if you were to get angry, well, it could turn out quite badly. So we have discussed various possibilities and, please, don't be angry, same goes for you Jasper, but we were thinking he could accompany you to the wedding. You know, to calm you down if needed, assuming you let your shield down."
My mask is broken. Jasper and I both stand up. While he yells, "What?" I snarl and try to refrain from phasing and killing everybody. First, who the hell do they think they are, trying to tell me what I can and can't do, telling me how they're unsure about my emotional control and boundaries? If anyone slips up it would be Mr. Emo-Leech.
In my anger, I must have let my shield down because Edward say, quite loudly, to be heard over Jaspers loud voice and my loud growls, "Of course, he would hunt first, Leah. You wouldn't have to worry about that." I think a bunch of random, insulting profanities at him and then put my shield back up. Jasper's screams have subsided finally and he sits down, as do I, and the walking talking steroids example mutters in Blondie's ear, "I knew they would take it well." I glare and actually seem to manage to frighten him a little. Rosalie just rolled her eyes and then opens her mouth. Oh my God.. The blonde can speak coherently. "We're not taking no for an answer. Think about it," her voice changes to a bitchier tone. "First of all, imagine the shock it would create, maybe even chaos. They won't want him there but you will insist. Emily will probably take your side and fight with Sam. It would be like crashing the wedding without actually doing something bad, just taking a vampire to the wedding. He's a vampire, and blonde, so he'd definitely draw attention. He's tall enough for you to be able to wear heels. He could make both Sam and Emily fell the guilt for the pain they've been inflicting on you. I got my revenge. You should too." Well, I'm not gonna kill them slowly, but when she puts it that way.. Besides, there's really no logical reason for me to hate Jasper for who he is as a person. Sure, I hate what he is, but that can't be helped, right? Oh God, those thoughts are getting too nice and mellow for me.
Meanwhile, Alice is trying to convince Jazzy. "For me?" She finally pleads. I think this is what does it. He turns slowly to me, his eyes cold. "Fine." He speaks through his teeth. I glare back and my lips lift in a snarl. Quil uneasily places a hand on my arm that is locked on the armrest of the chair I'm sitting in. I tense it until I hear the wood cracking. I stare angrily until Blondie#2 finally looks away. "Alright," I agree after a moment that seems to last hours but the sensible part of my mind knows is only about 6 seconds. I blink, looking pointedly at Quil's grip on my wrist. He loosens it immediately and removes his hand. "Okay," Esme says and everyone seems to leave incredibly quickly, until only Scarface, Pixie, and I are left. I am staring at a spot on the wood of the my mind full but blank at the same time. Jasper turns to me and say in a voice much different from earlier, "I apologize for the way I reacted. It's not that I have any aversion to you personally, I do not know you well enough to hate you, or even dislike you, but I just.. I don't like the idea of my family discussing something like this without me knowing." I don't lift my eves from the swirl in the table for a couple f seconds after this little speech/apology/whatever the hell it was. When I finally do, I am surprised to see that he looks.. nervous? "There's a party the night before. 8:00." He nods, then says something unexpected. "Come over here at 7:30 and I'll drive us over to the reservation, assuming you can persuade Jacob to let me?" I blink and then give a short nod. He gets up and leaves.
And then there were two.
Alice speak sort of shyly. "Leah.. If you want, there's a dress that would look great on you. You could wear it to the party. I could do your hair and makeup for the wedding too." I don't know why – maybe because she truly seems sorry about this whole mess, or maybe because I'm taking her husband to my cousin's wedding to a werewolf who is also my ex-boyfriend – but I feel like I owe her. So, almost as if in a dream, I agree. She seems to get really excited about this. There's an amazing Rafael Cennamo gown that would be great on you for the reception! And Emily's gonna let you wear any dress you want for the maid of honor dress as long as it's floor length and blue right? I saw her decide that. I found a Donna Karan dress that would make you look gorgeous! Not that you need a dress to make you look beautiful. I'd have to change the color on the Karan and I want to get the bottom of the Cennamo cut off, but it can be done!" Normally I'd never accept two expensive dresses, but I'm figuring that if I'm with Jasper they'll expect me to look nice, like that Cullens always do. Besides, I've always outshone Emily in the past, why not continue that at her wedding? Alice has said all of this at a speed that rival sound. I swear, her lips stop moving before the waves reach me. She starts rambling about hair and makeup and what colors would look nice on me, and how gorgeous my hair is among other things, but all I can do is stare blankly and think oh God.. What have I just agreed to?
A/N: Hi people! I'm soo sorry it took so long to update, I last updated the day before we left to go to Europe and we got back about 2 days ago. Still exhausted! But hey, I wrote this on the plane there. I just had to type it in on my laptop. Europe was great – I went with my parents, my grandparents, my aunt and uncle and cousins, and a few friends and their families. It was amazing! Anyway, that's my excuse, I've been doing way more exciting things than write (Sorry). And, by the way, nothing in this chapter has ever happened to me. In case you were wondering.
Um.. I did have another chapter written to go before this one but when I re-read it, it was pretty shitty, so I deleted it.
Those dresses are real. The Rafael Cennamo is the one Christian Serratos wore to the New Moon premiere. The Donna Karan is the one Megan Fox wore to the Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen premier in Tokyo. I noticed my last A/N was about 1/3 of my last update and I don't want that to happen again so I'll shut up now.
Ciao!
Akilah
PS: Megan Fox was my choice for Leah, not Julia Jones. Megan Fox, Mila Kunis, or Jessica Lowndes without the bangs. Just saying. Kay, bye(: