A loud knocking on her door woke Blue from a short sleep Friday morning, causing her eyes to shoot open and exhaustion to seep into her bones.
"Are you awake?" Her mothers voice was muffled, and Blue found it odd that she was at her door.
"Yeah." Blue sighed, getting off her bed. She grimaced when she realized she was still wearing her diner clothes, and hastily changed into her pajamas- tank top and shorts.
"Open the door," Her mother sounded agitated now. "You know the rule about closed doors in this house."
Not like either of you are around to ever give a shit, Blue thought to herself, kicking her work clothes off to her dirty pile. Blue didn't understand why her mother didn't open the door herself.
"What's up?" Blue asked, opening the door. Her mother crinked her nose at Blue's appearance.
"Your friends mom called, she was wondering if you had seen her recently," Her mother didn't sound too worried, more annoyed that she had to pass on the message. She was deliberately looking anywhere but at Blue.
"Amelia?" Blue questioned, stretching her arms over her head, grinning inwardly as her mother visibly cringed at the piercing resting in her navel.
"Isn't she your only friend?" The question came as more of a statement, and it didn't seem that her mother meant it to be mean. But it stung.
"Not really, and no, I haven't, but I'll text her and see what's up." Blue rolled her eyes, and grabbed her clothes for the day, making sure her hand tattoos were out of sight.
"Aren't you tired of your phase yet?" It was like her mother couldn't help herself from asking.
Blue bit her tongue, refusing to let the childish it's not a phase mom! phrase escape her lips. "I happen to like how I look."
"Is that a hickey?" Her mother nearly shouted, grabbing her shoulder and examining her neck.
Blue cursed Quil, knowing he had sucked too hard on her neck last night. "Uh, no. Burned myself with a curler."
She hurried past her mother to the bathroom before she could say more on it, and shut the door on her last sentence- "Clean your room soon!"- then started the shower. She was glad her mother had woken her up early, nearly an entire forty minutes before her alarm, because she needed a shower and she needed to do her makeup today. Everything in her world was starting to twist around, and the one thing that remained the same was her bomb ass makeup skills and edgelord clothing.
She wasn't giving that up.
Hopping in the shower, Blue quickly washed and conditioned her hair, shaved her legs and washed her face, then drowned her body in a minty coconut soap. She was trying her hardest to not dwell on what had happened last night, although it was proving difficult. The faster she dried off and got dressed, the sooner she could lose herself in makeup.
Her outfit consisted of lavender fishnets, a grey plaid skirt, and a mauve camisole tucked into the skirt that showed off her chest with criss crossing straps. In her room were the high heeled ankle boots and grey sweater she would put on before she left the house. Her style frustrated her parents and she loved that.
With her brush she seperated her hair into two sections, and made two dutch braids. It would keep her hair out of the way for her shift later. She sprayed leave in conditioner in the ends, and examined herself in the mirror.
Her braids nearly reached the middle of her back, a feat she was proud of. It was hard to keep hair healthy while dying it an unnatural color. Her russet skin stood out against the lavender fishnets, and the skirt complimented her hourglass figure nicely.
She looked like that bitch.
Picking up her clothes, Blue made her way into her room and dropped them on the floor. Checking the time, she hastily did her makeup and rushed downstairs. She nuked a breakfast hot pocket and slung her bag over her shoulder, and left the house.
"Hey, Blue!"
Swallowing her last bite of food, Blue turned to see Seth Clearwater hurrying towards her. Which was odd, because his house was on the other side of the school and it looked as though he came from the woods, but she decided against mentioning it.
"What's up Seth?" She gave him a wary look, raising a perfectly done brow.
"Just wanted to walk with someone today! Gets kinda lonely walking alone." He replied brightly, perfectly matching her pace.
"Oh, do you normally walk this way?" She decided to play along, tugging her sweater closer to her body.
"Sure do!" He grinned brightly, his white teeth flashing.
"Weird, I would think it would be out of your way. Considering you live on the other side of town." Blue replied nonchalantly, smirking when she noticed his cringe that he quickly covered up.
"I prefer the scenic route." Seth said seriously.
Blue pointedly looked around at their surroundings, consisting of the same greenery that surrounded La Push. "Uh huh."
Seth quickly shrugged it off, and launched into an explanation of the bonfire she would be attending tomorrow. He referred to the group of giants as the "pack", which was another thing she choose to ignore. Considering she could shoot fire out of her hands, she really shouldn't pass judgement onto anyone else.
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Blue's day included her somehow getting walked to and from each class with at least one member of the giants, gaining much unwanted attention from others. She was used to getting stared at for what she wore, whether it be good or bad, but it had never been for who she hung out with. Nearly every class she entered someone would ask her why one of Sam's boys were hanging around her, and she would snapback with a sarcastic comment.
She was relieved when school ended, because she was able to hurry out of the building before anyone could follow her. Part of her didn't want to go to work, she would rather sleep, but she had to make money. Plus, she couldn't let Sue down.
Her walk to work was thankfully lonely. No random giant popping out of the woods to accompany her. Hitting shuffle on her playlist, she had made it through two songs and partially through another -Saddurdaze by The Neighbourhood- when she smelt it. One of the creatures.
Pulling out her earbuds and shoving them in her pocket, she cautiously scanned the surrounding area. Inhaling, she noticed the smell wasn't nearly as strong as it usually was. That however didn't take the edge off.
Following her instinct, Blue walked into the treeline, moving branches out of the way and praying they didn't snag and tear her uniform. A knot forming in her stomach, she realized the scent was faint, meaning the creature was long gone.
So was the owner of the torn up converse lying hidden in the dirt. A torn up converse that was sickeningly familiar, with the ur mom :-) written in her own loopy writing on the edge, nearly covered with dirt.
That was Amelia's shoe.
"Oh, god," Blue's hands started shaking, and she grabbed the shoe and examined it, gripping it as she took in the fact that Amelia might be dead.
Clutching the torn shoe in one hand and her phone in the other, she pressed call on Amelia's contact, listening as the phone rang and rang, until the automated message came through informing her that Amelia couldn't answer.
The panic in her chest was increasing and the only thing that quelled it was going deeper into the forest and trying to follow the scent. In the back of her mind, she realized she should probably have called for Quil to come with her, but at the forefront of her mind the only thing she could think about was Amelia being dead.
As branches nicked and tore at her skin, her converse finding uneasy footing on the uneven ground, Blue realized she hadn't gone this far into the forest before. She couldn't even smell the creature anymore, but felt she had to keep moving. It was only when her skin prickled and she smelt a faint sickly sweet bleach smell that she started to stop and examine her surroundings.
A flash blurred above her in the trees, and the first thing Blue decided to do was drop Amelia's converse, and fling her arms upwards, knocking something down with a loud thump. Whatever it was ran towards her, and Blue pushed it away just as it grazed her palms, shocking her with how cold and hard it was.
Blue readied herself to shoot the flames, but was stopped by a loud, feminine voice.
"Stop!"
A small, pixie-like girl appeared in front of the figure, her hands out in a non threatening stance. Now that they were both still, Pixie could see that she had hit a rather large man with her forcefield. Her face went pale. Had she just exposed herself?
"I'm sorry!" Blue blurted out, her hands shaking. She had no idea how to even begin to explain what she had done.
The pixie cocked her head, and then in a flash disappeared along with the muscle man. Blue crinkled her eyebrows, and was nearly blown over by what seemed to be a stampede of giant horse wolves. She knew she should have been terrified, but something in her was saying she would be okay. The smallest wolf turned slightly to look at her, and somehow Blue felt a connection to her.
Even without being afraid, Blue still ran in the direction she had came from, crashing through the trees and bushes until she finally stumbled out onto the road she had came. It was there that she realized she had dropped Amelia's converse, and it was nearly twenty minutes after her shift had started.
Swearing under her breath, Blue ran as fast as she could to the diner. She was pissed that she had left behind Amelia's shoe, and that she was late for work, and didn't even get the damned creature who had caused Amelia's disappearance. Oh, and nearly killed some random guy and seen wolves the size of horses.
Blue was spilling apologies the minute she stepped into the diner, in between trying to catch her breath from the sprint that had gotten her there.
"Sweetheart, you're fine. What took you?" Sue kindly asked, looking concerned. She swiftly poured a glass of water and guided Blue to sit.
"Got sidetracked." She said breathlessly, gulping down the water. She took a napkin and dabbed at her forehead. She hadn't ran like that in years.
"Everything alright?" Sue pushed, her eyes wise.
Blue shrugged. "Not sure. But I'll find out."
"You don't have to work tonight, if you don't want to." Sue patted her shoulder.
She stood up, crumpling the napkin in her hand. "I'm good. I'll put on my apron and get started."
Blue spent the night with her mind half at the restaurant, and half out in the woods. She hoped to whatever deity out there that Amelia was alive.
She hoped the sinking feeling in her chest was wrong.
Hey yall back w another update! Im lowkey in love w this story writers block is just a b sometimes so updates will probably be a lil slow. But! As typical as it sounds, reviews do help me update faster. I love hearing suggestions, thoughts, anything on the stories i write. Next chapter will be the probably long awaited jake chapter. It will be a bit intense my dudes. Drop me a review