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Chapter 2- You, A Southern Belle? Haha.

I looked at the Embry boy with confusion and he stepped back, "Um, do I smell or something? Or do you just give everyone that let down face?" I always had to open my big mouth before my brain could process it.

He laughed a loud and throaty laugh, "No, you don't smell. It's nothing. What's…" He trailed off. I looked over my shoulder to see what he was looking at. It was my mother.

"Hide me!" I hissed. I hid behind his back. I'm sure that she could not see me.

"Bonnie-Bodean Raeleigh Rawlins! You get your ass over here this moment!" She yelled at me.

"Bodean?" One of the guys asked me from behind me.

"Shut up," I hissed.

"Get over here. Now." Mom said in a skin crawling voice.

Should I face it and just deal with it, or I could run away and hide. I think I will choose the second one. I looked at the guys behind me. I could hear my mom's footsteps getting closer. I ran and ducked behind them. I ran around the circle they formed and was now behind my mom. She was stalking towards Embry he looked like he was about to crap his pants.

"What did you want momma?" I asked in an angelic voice.

"What? How did you, where were, you. What?" She stutter yelled in frustration.

"Mom, are you okay? I can go get dad." I said in an ultra concerned voice.

"Shut up you brat. We are going to meet some people," She said in a pleasant tone and came closer to me, "And you will act like you are not a little bratty child and act like a social southern belle I raised you as." She whisper-yelled at me.

I stifled a laugh and yelled over my shoulder, "See you later guys!"

My mom was dragging me through hordes of people. They all started to look the same.

"This is Bonnie!" My mother spoke to excitedly.

"Oh my! I haven't seen you since you were a baby. You are quite the young lady aren't you!" Who in the Sam Hill is the woman? I think that I have seen her before I had to have. That nose, those somewhat demanding eyes. Oh yeah she's my grandma, her and my mom look just alike. Haha.

"Hey grandma," Awkward pause (I have seen this woman like once or twice in my lifetime and now I am supposed to carry on a whole convo with her…..That's not happening), "What have you been doing?" I asked, I was trying to talk, but I was being very socially inept.

"I know you want to get back to your new friends, you can over soon and we will talk more then." She said in the same voice that my mom uses that is so matter of factly.

"Kay, Grandma." I said nicely. Talking to people up north here so weird. They like pronounce every letter in the word. They have a funny accent too.

"Mom! She will stay here and talk and bond!" My mom yelled.

"Heidi, calm down let the girl go." My grandma said in a I'm-your-mother-listen-to-me tone.

"Bye, Grandma. I will have to take you up on that offer soon." I said and her face lit up. She looked a lot like most of the people here. She was a little more aged, but she was still very pretty. Her hair was long and in a braid behind her, it was still black. I'm assuming that it is frequently dyed.

I quickly hugged her and I thought it would be an awkward gesture, but in actuality it was nice. She was warm and soft. I smiled and ran off the other way. I couldn't decide who to go see. The girls or the huge guys. I have no clue why, but I felt a pull to the guys, oh and Leah.

I was walking at a slower pace by now. I found them. They were standing in the same place. I walked closer the feeling grew stronger it kinda felt like a pull.

Standing over by the group was a boy, well if you call any of the huge mammoth men boys, I could only see him from the back, but he was beautiful. Oh Lord, I could feel my mouth taking over bypassing my brain. I was about to have no control over what I was about to say. Oh Lord, shoot me now.

"Hey, cutie. I'm Bonnie." I said with my southern twang rolling off of my tongue.

He turned around with a huge smile on his face, not for me but a girl can pretend right?

He just stared at me. My eyes met his and it was like something was literally pushing me into his arms. I could not look away he had these eyes that looked like they could go on forever. He had the longest eyelashes in the world and his skin was such a wonderful russet red. I was about to fall and I sure as Hell hope he can catch me.

"Bonnie! What are you doing!" One of the girls screamed, it sounded like Easton, but I couldn't tell because I was lost in this boys eyes. I snapped out of it and looked at her with what I'm sure was a death glare.

"What? I'm being nice and introducing myself." I said with a tone of Get-the-fuck-away-bitch. I couldn't tell if she heard it or not. She had to have, she knows that tone anywhere.

"To my boyfriend." She said all big and bad.

I could feel my mouth taking over and it wouldn't be good. The first time it took over it wasn't as bad as I thought, but now. This is going to be World War III.

"Where's your name? I clearly don't see it," I said maybe I'll be cunning about this, "Or is it hiding under this shirt, or maybe the pants?" I said wiggling my eyebrows.

Everyone burst out laughing, except Easton and the boy. He was laughing, but his face was red as a berry.

She took a step closer to me, "Watch yourself. I know you're new in all, but this is my territory and you are over stepping your boundaries. If you don't want to make an enemy then I suggest you get the fuck off him." She hissed at me.

I closed the distance between us, "Well then I hope you have a white flag to wave, because Bitch I will take your ass out. I may be a classy southern belle, but I am not afraid go full out redneck on your ass." I seethed. Oh, good for me! I made my first enemy. I'm sure that it will not be the last.

"I don't want to ruin your whole party and kick your ass, and make you go and cry to your momma and I will not act like a southern belle, either." She said in a very horrible country accent.

"Southern belle, my ass. You are Trailer Trash." The harsh words rolled off my tongue with ease.

"You dumb whore. Get your redneck fat ass out of here!" She yelled at me with so much pissed off-ness I was about to start laughing.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing, "That the best you got? Redneck? Whore? Wow, I'm shakin' in my boots. Easton you can just fuck off." I said in a sweet as honey tone, like a true Southern Belle.

We were gathering a crowd now. All the girls were looking at us, they all looked like they were afraid. Maybe for her or of her. Maybe they were afraid of me?

Her eyes were shaped in tiny, rancid slits. Yea, rancid. That's how gross she is. She reeled back her and slapped me.

That's when all Hell broke lose. Bitch did not just slap me, "If you wanna fight. Bitch, get ready. I will not slap and pull hair like a pussy like you. You already laid a hand on me. My turn." I said coolly. My hands were already in fists. I just let it go.

Fist contacted face. Scream. Her hands grabbing at my hair. Me laughing.

"You Bitch!" She yelled and tried to push me down. She just pushed me back, who I fell into was the dream come true.

I pushed myself away from him. I pushed her on the ground. My fist was literally an inch from her face when I heard her, "BONNIE-BODEAN get off. Now." She said in a tone that sent shivers up my back.

I got off of her automatically. I took one look at my mom and she had seen the whole thing.

"Good listen to momma and do whatever she says." Easton said to me in a maniacal tone.

I couldn't help it. I had to kick her. I had to. So I did.

"Owww!" She said clutching her stomach.

"Have a good day," I said to Easton, "Sorry 'boutcha girlfriend." I said to the boy of my dreams. Walking over to my mom she gave me a death stare. I knew what she was thinking. 'Who hit who first?'

"You or her?" She asked me.

"Her." I said gladly.

"Okay. Go inside." She said, now calm from her psycho pissed-off mother state a minute ago.

I walked towards the house. So much for meeting the whole town. They probably all think that I am a redneck with a temper. Well then actually then they would be right. The house was looking small and confining at the moment. I wanted to be out there and talking to the boy of my dreams. This is like seriously hard walking away from him. Oh, shit. I have fallen and I can't get up. Ha.

Boy of Bonnie's Dreams POV(:

I just saw the girl that I will love forever. Then I saw my girlfriend. Then they fought, and Bonnie's mom came over and broke it up. Then my everything went into her house. My world just left me and now I'm stuck with this…Easton. Who I am slowly getting more mad at by the moment because she tried to hurt my imprint.

I had to talk to her brother. He had to tell me everything about her. He had to.

"Is that your sister? Is she always like this?" I asked.

He looked at me and laughed, "Sometimes. She is not one to mess with. She doesn't really think she just does. My dad likes to say she likes to talk with her fists."

She reminded me of someone. Oh yeah, Paul. Well that was before he imprinted on my sister, Rachel. Now he is just a huge marshmallow.

"Sometimes she talks. Then she's funny, but she's really, really blunt." Her other brother, Gator chimed in.

So my imprint is a girl who is, well hot-headed and blunt, but funny. That is a lot to take in.

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