Apparently Jared Cameron had made it his personal mission to befriend Blue, because the next day at school he wouldnt leave her alone. It was almost like he had been waiting outside for her, the way he caught up to her so fast.
"Hey, Blue, right?" He said in way of greeting, easily matching her stride.
"Uh," Blue blinked, a bit bewildered. "Yeah. That's me."
"I'm Jared," He supplied. "In case you didn't remember."
As if there was anyone in the school that didn't know the names of people in Sam's clique. "Yep, I'm aware of who you are."
"Cool, cool." Jared nodded, and then was quiet, as though he expected her to continue thee conversation. However, Blue had no interest in speaking to him.
"So, uh, how was your weekend?" He asked a bit awkwardly
"There's my first hour." Blue stopped abruptly in the hallway, jerking a black nailed finger at her English class.
"Oh, well," Jared started to say, but Blue ignored him and sat in her seat.
A few others in the class were giving her inquisitive looks, no doubt thanks to Jared's odd obsession with her. Wasn't he dating Kim Conweller though?
Despite her being in the same grade as Jared, she didn't have any classes with him. Considering how small of a reservation La Push was, that was a bit odd, but now she was thankful for it.
Unfortunately, she did have Paul Lahote in her last class of the day. Unfortunately, Jared seemed to have informed him of his sudden interest in her. Which no doubt correlated to what happened in the woods Saturday night, something she tried to push out of her mind. The tattoos on her hands that she avoided looking at made that near impossible. Unfortunately.
"How long do you plan on trying to avoid us?" Paul drawled out, not even giving her a look as he sat carelessly in his chair.
Blue flinched at the way he implied his clique was completely grouped together, as though when you didn't talk to one you weren't talking to the others.
"Who says I'm avoiding you?" Blue kept her voice neutral, even.
"Are you going to talk to me about what happened in the woods?" Paul asked, like he knew the answer already. When Blue didn't respond, he chuckled to himself. "Didn't think so.""Why are you in school today, anyways," Blue couldn't help herself. "Don't you have some eery corner of the reservation to prowl around?"
"Don't you have a patch of woods to go get a tattoo at?" Paul retorted, and although Blue knew her comeback was better than his, she still hated the reminder of what had happened that night.
She spent the rest of the class period ignoring Paul, who kept trying to get her to talk to him. He didn't let up the entire time, and at some point she felt that it switched from truly wanting to know what had happened to simply wanting to annoy the shit out of her.
On the brightside, school would be over within a week, and she could then go back to not being noticed by Sam's clique. Course, it also meant she would be graduating and would actually have to figure out something to do with her life. She really hadn't thought she would be alive for this long.
The minute the bell rang, Blue shoved her bag over her shoulder and hurried out of the classroom, leaving Paul behind in the dust. She could make out Jared heading down the hall towards her, and began her signature move of "crowd swimming", meaning she moved in between people seamlessly, effectively escaping Jared's eyesight. And, hopefully Paul's.
Blue hadn't seen Amelia all day, which was odd but not completely out of the normal. Amelia was great at convincing her parents to let her stay home when she was too hungover, faking being sick. Somehow they never caught onto their daughter slowly turning into an alcoholic.
Her absence meant that Blue would be walking home alone, not that big of a deal. Blue had started to drift away from her anyways, due to her no longer wanting to constantly get drunk all the time. She saw it coming, after she stopped drinking. She had bonded with Amelia over their shared love of Fireball, and were known as the power duo at parties. As in, they would beat anyone at beer pong, and outdrink nearly everyone except Paul Lahote and his old friends.
Amelia didn't know the full reason why Blue had stopped drinking. Or why she had missed almost a month of school junior year. And she never asked. So Blue didn't tell.
Her house was empty when she got home. Again, something not out of the ordinary. Her parents both worked in Seattle, and would often stay overnight at their office or be out of town for business trips. Her parents made quite a bit of money, but didn't give much to Blue.
They would take her back to school shopping, kept food in the house, payed for her phone bill, and that was about it. They payed for her to get her license, but didn't get her a car. Once she would turn eighteen, they told her that they would stop buying her the little things they currently bought her. Which was why she worked thirty hours a week at Sue Clearwater's diner.
Her shift started at three and went to nine. School ended at two thirty, so she would always have time to go home, drop her school stuff off, change, and head to the diner. She worked Monday-Friday, and sometimes picked up weekend shifts.
Blue took a granola bar from the kitchen, and headed out the door, locking it and slipping her keys into her black skinny jeans. Sue was pretty relaxed when it came to dress code, as long as you were wearing pants without rips and shorts that covered your ass, with the grey v-neck grey shirt with the diner logo, she didn't care.
Pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket, she smirked when she saw the text on her screen.
qutie: u free tonight?
Smirk still on her face, she texted back, for you? i guess. im off at 9. pick me up?
qutie: oh u guess? i see how it is. u better b ready.
Blue sent back a winky face, and put her phone back in her pocket after pressing play on blackbear's album digital druglord. By the end of make daddy proud, she was pulling open the door to work.
"Hey Sue," She called to the woman scrubbing the counter in front of the register. She tugged her earbuds out and wrapped them around her phone, setting it in her cubby and grabbing her apron off the hook above it.
"How are you doing today?" Sue's kind eyes met hers.
"Fantastic." Blue replied, swiping her pen and pad from the side of the register.
It was what she always replied with, no matter what. Of course, she was normally lying through her teeth, and Sue normally knew that, but never pressed for information. Sometimes Blue could tell that Sue wanted to talk with her, but they never got the chance.
Being the only restaurant in La Push, the diner was usually fairly busy, but their busiest days were Mondays, Wednesdays, and the weekend.
That usually meant she didn't get a break until her shift was over, and today was no different. Surprisingly, the diner was open until ten, so Blue didn't have to help close up. Plus, she still got a free meal.
"What are you having today, Blue?" Jace, one of the cooks, asked. He liked to flirt with her more often than not, and depending on the day, she'd flirt back.
"What do you wanna give me?" Blue bit down on her lip, a playful edge to her voice.
"The whole world, baby." Jace winked. "I'll surprise you."
Blue winked at him, and sat down at the counter. She pulled out her phone, and saw she had a text.
qutie: ill be there at 930
can't wait, She replied, and stuck an earbud back in. She hit shuffle on her playlist, humming along to Phoebe Ryan. She drummed her fingers on the table, examining her chipped polish. She hated chipped polish, and she hated the tedious task of fixing her polish. So even though it annoyed her, she would always wait until all her polish (or most of it) chipped off to paint them again.
"Here you are, hermosa," Jace set down one of his 'special creations', a grilled cheese with chicken strips slapped in. He served it with a side of fries.
"Much thanks." Blue smiled at him, and took a bite of her food. As usual, it was good.
Jace was probably the best cook at the diner, next to the lead cook Victor. He was young too, only twenty four. But Blue was never interested. They did playful flirting, but that was it. Truthfully, Jace did it because he had a thing for her, whereas admittedly, Blue did it for the validation.
She had finished off her fries and half of her sandwich by the time she got a text saying im here. She tugged on her sweater, and grabbed the half sandwich off the plate.
"Have a good night," She called before she walked out the door, and didn't wait for a reply.
Like usual, there was the small rabbit waiting out front for her. The drivers side window was down, so she tossed the sandwich through. She knew he'd catch it.
"Your friend still letting you borrow his car?" Blue asked as she sat in the seat, reaching behind for her seatbelt.
Quil Ateara had his mouth full of the food I had given him, so all he could do was nod. Although Quil hung out with Sam's clique, we had been hooking up before he had joined. A few weeks after radio silence, he had finally messaged me again. I didn't ask questions, just as he didn't ask questions. I didn't comment on his appearance, just as he didn't comment on mine.
"He's gonna come get it before you leave," Quil said apologetically. "So I'll walk you home."
Blue shrugged. "That's alright with me."
Quil nodded. Blue half expected him to mention Jared, or ask about the woods, but he didn't.
He rambled a bit about school and she commented on a few things, but they never had any in depth conversations. That just wasn't how their relationship worked. They made out, fucked, and had casual talks. Nothing in depth really.
"My grandpa is already asleep, as usual." Quil said as they pulled into his driveway. He turned the engine off, but left the key in the ignition for Jacob.
"As usual." Blue smiled, and got out of the car.
They walked up to his door, and Quil smacked her ass. Blue looked at him with raised brows.
"You good?" She teased, nudging him with her hip.
"I'll be better when I'm fucking you," Quil said casually, and opened his front door.
Quietly, they took their shoes off and made their way to Quil's room, where he then shut and locked his door. He flipped on his radio, old rock music playing out from the speakers.
Blue took off her sweater, and then looked at Quil with innocent eyes, playing with the edge of her tee shirt. Quil tugged off his shirt, and she admired his defined chest. Whatever had happened that landed him in Sam's clique had made his body ripped. Maybe it was steriods.
Quil crossed the space between them with two strides, and took the hem of her shirt in his hands, tugging it off so fast that it was like she blinked and suddenly she was standing in only her red push up bra.
He pushed her down on his bed and she lost track of time, on the bed with him. She was never there for more than half an hour though, which was fine with her.
She had no romantic feelings for Quil, and he had none for her. There was a time, when they first started hooking up that she did, but she got to know him a bit more and just couldn't see herself with him. Great guy, just not her type.
Blue was lying on Quil's bed watching as he through away the condom when someone knocked on his window, successfully scaring the living shit out of her.
Quil swore, and threw a blanket for Blue to cover herself with, which she did quickly.
"Jake, what the hell," Quil whispered harshly as he flung the window open.
"Quil, what have you been doing?" Jacob's voice was deeper than Quil's, nicer. Blue felt an odd tug towards him. "Where are the keys?"
"In the car, dumbass." Quil reached through the window to smack Jacob, and got his shoulder.
Blue couldn't see him, but she heard his loud, booming laughter. It made her feel warm inside, and she had no idea why.
"Get out of here," Quil shut his window, and turned back to Blue. "Sorry about that."
"It's fine," Blue said. "Do you think he saw me?"
"What, embarrassed for people to know we're fucking?" Quil teased. "He didn't see you, no."
"I don't like people knowing my business, that's all." Blue assured him, hearing a hint of insecurity behind the teasing tone.
Quil nodded, tugging on a pair of sweatpants. Blue crinkled her nose.
"You aren't going to wear underwear?" She raised a brow.
"No point," Quil shurgged, and then seemed to stiffen like he wasn't supposed to say something.
Blue just shook her head, pulling back on her clothes. She was excited to get home and shower, then go to bed. Suddenly, she was exhausted.
Quil didn't even put on any shoes or socks to walk her home, something that concerned her. But she didn't say anything, because that was their unspoken agreement.
"So, Jared was talking to me about you." Quil started, sounding awkward.
Blue resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Doesn't he have a girlfriend? Why is he so obssesed with me?"
"No, it's not like that!" Quil hurried out. "It's just that-"
"Shut up," Blue cut him off, her blood cold. She smelled it again. She smelt the burning hair smell, and she could hear something moving through the brush.
"Blue, get behind me," Quil warned, his body tensing.
"Do you smell it too?" Blue stayed where she was next to Quil. She would be able to protect him, even if it scared the shit out of her.
Quil's head whipped around to her so fast she thought he got whiplash. "You can smell it?"
Before she could respond, a rabbit darted out from thee brush, going full speed. Quil relaxed, but Blue didn't, because the smell hadn't gone away, and was getting stronger.
"It was just a rabbit." Quil sounded beyond relieved, and Blue hated to burst his bubble but that was the least of their worries.
Her house was still too far away to go to, and his house was enough behind him that they couldn't get away from the thing fast enough. Even though Blue didn't fully understand what she had done the night before, or what those things were, she could feel in her bones that she could do it again. Her hands seemed to pulse, readying themselves for what was to come.
"Quil, you need to get behind me." Blue's voice was small, but firm. She was scared shitless, the image of the creature was still burned into her mind, but she had to protect Quil.
"Blue, what are you talking about?" Quil was tensed up again, and she could have sworn she saw his muscles twitch.
"Just, trust me." Blue pleaded, and her worst fears were confirmed when she saw the curled horns poke out from the trees,
She could feel Quil start to lunge towards it, but she pushed against him without realizing it, causing him to fling backwards with the odd forcefield she was somehow able to create.
The creature turned its deep red eyes towards Blue, and its disgusting mouth opened to let out a hissing sound. The smell of burning hair was over powered with what could only be described as rotting flesh. It moved to lunge at her, but she was faster.
Blue pushed her arms out and by instinct realized she jerked her fingers towards her, causing the vibrations to flow through her arms and towards the creature, flinging it back. Then, she simply pushed her hands towards it while it was on the ground, causing the bright purple flames to shoot out of her palms. The creature was enveloped in it, and again she watched it melt to nothing.
Blue stood there, shaking. She looked down at her palms, and saw that the half circle tribe symbols had shifted to create full ones on each palm. A lump in her throat appeared, and she wanted to cry.
"Well," Blue turned to Quil, who looked bewildered. "That changes things."
stephaneeee: glad you like it so far! hopefully you liked this chapter as well. thank you for your review.
alrightie, so now you all got to learn a bit more about Blue and now the pack is going to find out that she can kill the things. oh, aand she might meet jake next chapter.
i always welcome reviews! any speculations, comments, suggestions make me happy to see! let me know your thoughts on Blue, thoughts on her relationship with quil, what you might think the creatures are, etc!
-theflyinggraysons