I giggled alongside foster as we headed out of the school, carefully dodging people who crowded in the halls.
"What's this?" He asked with a huge grin, pulling the small leather sketch book out of my arms.
Laughing, I reached for it, but he skillfully held it above his head. What a buttface.
"Give it baaack." I whined half heartedly, my giggles over powering my voice as I chanced him down the hall towards the school doors.
"Here, here." He chuckled, handing it back once I was on my tippy toes and gripping his shoulders roughly in an attempt to stretch up and grab it from him. It's not my fault I was so damned short.
Mock glaring at him, I snatched the book back and kept hold of his sleeve as we exited the building, giant smiles lighting our faces.
"Need a ride?" He did a weird half grin as he spun his keys around his finger like the cool kids in movies.
"Watcha drivin?" I grinned, acting as if I actually cared what kind of car he had.
"My electric scooter." He chuckled, waving slightly as he backed up to a dark blue colored sports car that DEFINITELY didn't belong in La Push. Shaking my head, I walked over to where Embry was sprawled out under a tree.
"Hey giant, wanna give me a ride?"
Shrugging dumbly he jumped up and grabbed my school bag from my shoulders.
"I can carry it." I argued lamely. Hey, if he wanted to carry it, who was I to stop him? "Paul will KILL me if you sprain your shoulder or something."
I quirked a brow at him, holding back a short laugh. Since when was spraining your shoulder possible? Wait…was it possible? Oh God, all these years I could've sprained my shoulder and I didn't even know it.
Now I'm just scarring myself.
"Besides, we're gonna have to make ya as happy as possible before tonight." A sly smirk crept onto his face as he opened the passenger side door.
"….Do I wanna know what that's supposed to mean?"
"Kim and Jared are gonna be at Emily's." He shrugged as if it were actually nothing.
Nothing my ass.
Glaring at him….slightly, I let him drive me there without doing a spy like tumble out of the car like they do in cool movies.
For some odd reason I had a feeling I wouldn't get out of that one unscratched like the spies do.
But lets face it, Imma ninja.
"Just….talk to her." Embry side glanced at me.
"Tell her to talk to ME." I retorted snottily, sticking my nose in the air.
"Don't be difficult, Gabby."
"I'm not." I whined/ argued.
He sparred me a disbelieving look as we pulled up to Emily's where everyone was already lounging around outside in the shade, even Kim and Jared.
"Come on." Embry rolled his eyes at me as I refused to make a move out of the car.
"Gabby!" I smiled softly at Paul and Emily as they chorused a greeting, the rest soon following, with the exception of Kim.
"Hey Kimmy." Embry said loud enough for everyone to look at her expectantly.
She glared up at him kind of secretly, I guess.
Kim never was one to speak her mind, but out of the two of us, she was always the more…out there one. The one that would say things I wouldn't. Oh how the tables have turned.
Jared nudged her gently and she whipped her gaze to him.
"Appologize." Jared nudged again softly, just loud enough for me, who was fairly close to them, to hear.
"Me? I should appologize? I'm not the one throwing herself at some new kid just cause my boyfriend wasn't in school for the day." She snapped, looking directly at me and practically screaming.
I could feel the tears prick the back of my eyes. Was I really that emotionally unstable? That I could cry over such a little statement.
"That isn't true-"
"Yes it IS Gabby. It IS true. Isn't it?"
No, no it wasn't. And if the tears weren't falling down my face, I probably would have told her that.
"Shhh, don't cry Gabs." Embry patted my back softly, as Paul growled and had to be calmed down by Sam.
I was always causing drama, wasn't I?
"I-I"
"Slut." Kim fired quickly, ignoring Jared when he gave her a stern look and almost growled himself.
Then, I came to a…what some might call, an epiphany. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't me.
Maybe I wasn't the drama starter. Maybe I wasn't the mean one. Maybe I wasn't the one who was being greedy, and selfish, and just a plain bitch here.
Maybe, just maybe, that was all Kim.
Turning quickly from the scene, I charged towards the road, snatching Embry's keys from his hands and climbing into his car.
No one tried to stop me, only Paul calling after me, but that was the least of my concerns. I pulled onto the main road, dialing foster's number as I went.
"Hello?"
"Foster? Wanna maybe…hang out or something? I'll meet you at the beach?"
"Psh, you just wanna ride the electric scooter, don't you?"
And despite everything, even through my tears, I couldn't help but let out a small laugh and smile.
Maybe Kim was right.