I'm going to try to be consistent with updating this story, but no promises.
Brooke is part of a pride because she is in the feline category, unlike Jacob or Seth, who are in a pack, because they are dogs.
Impressing=Imprinting. Just thought I would clear that up right now. I thought it would make sense that Brooke's pride used a different word than Jacob's pack.
I don't own Twilight.
"You're mom can't be serious!" Josh practically shouted. We were currently standing in my cramped kitchen staring at a plate of brownies that we had been sent to pick up.
"There isn't even enough for me let alone for the others!"
I sighed. My mother would never get used to the fact that our pride eats way more than usual. I will always remember her horrified expression when I wolfed down two large pizzas in less than five minutes.
I had asked her to bake a dessert for our pride dinner that had become a tradition every Sunday. We used to have it over at Lisa's house (she was the best cook) until Will went and impressed on a girl from our tribe named Heidi. Ever since, we had had dinner over at her house. It was like one, big, disjointed family.
"Just take the brownies here over to Heidi's house, I'll go to the store and get some more desserts," I told Josh. Suddenly, I was enveloped in a huge hug that would have crushed my lungs if I wasn't a shape-shifter.
"Thank you, Brooke! I don't know what I would do without you!" He exclaimed. Josh, the ever flamboyant and effervescent boy was always living in a constant fear that there would never be enough food for him. Of all of us, he was the one who ate the most, although, Kate always tried to outdo him.
"Yeah, yeah," I laughed as I pushed away from him, "Just make sure that you guys don't start without me."
"Your the best!" He said as he picked up the plate and left the house. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the keys to my car and followed him outside after locking the door behind me.
My car was a 2000 Nissan Altima, but that didn't really matter to me. It got me where I needed it to. I promised myself that one day, I would buy myself a Hummer. It would be fantastic.
I started the car and waited for Josh to pull out of our narrow driveway. Once he was speeding of towards Nioz, I pulled out and went the opposite direction towards our general store.
I noticed that the weather was once more overcast. Most people hated the weather here, but I didn't mind it at all. There was something cozy and comforting to a gray, cloudy day. I suppose to most people, the cold would be enough to drive them away, but I didn't have that problem since my body temperature runs at one hundred and eight degrees.
About two minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of EZ Mart. I quickly parked and got out of the car, hoping that they had enough desserts for a horde of over-hungry teenagers. Once I entered the store, I made a beeline for the back of the store. Fortunately they had a healthy supply of freshly baked muffins and muffins. I grabbed about three dozen or each and head to the check out.
My cellphone rang out then. I adjusted the sweets in my arms and fished the phone from my pocket and answered it.
"Brookie?" a voice said before I even got the chance to say hello. I knew by the voice who it was.
"Hi, Kate," I answered, "What's up?"
"Nobody brought any corned beef and Josh told me that you were at the store so I thought that since you were already there that you could get some for me, but you don't have to if you don't want to, but you know how I feel about corned beef, so if you could please-"
"Alright, breathe Kate. I'll get some for you," I chuckled, "You really have a disturbing obsession with corned beef."
"Thank you so much. You are like my hero! If I was there I would kiss you!" Her voice screeched in my ear. The sad thing was that I knew that she would actually do it too, "You better get here soon; everyone is pretty hungry."
"I'll see you in about 15 minutes, okay?" I said then hung up without waiting for the answer. I quickly went to the aisle with the canned meat. I grabbed a few cans of corned beef, but all the merchandise in my arms where unbalanced and started to fall. I managed to balance the cookies and muffins before they spilled on the floor (thank goodness for ninja-like reflexes) but the cans of salty meat followed the law of gravity and fell to the ground. Abruptly, a pair of hands appeared to catch the fake meat. I sighed in relief and looked up at the person who had just saved the the corn beef from a traumatic death.
About a week ago, my mother had told me about a new doctor that was on her floor. She described him as "intelligent, quiet, very good-looking, and the only doctor that actually knows anything". Apparently he had just moved to Polk with his family and they owned the old Trebetsie house. "Dr. Cullen and his wife have taken in teenage foster kids," my mother told me, "Nobody has seen them yet, but they are starting school next week." Nobody had seen them yet until now.
As I looked up at the person who had caught the cans, I realized that the person was taller than me, which wasn't normal since I was 6'2" myself.
The boy was hugely muscular and was wearing shorts and a tank top, despite the fact that it was February. His height rivaled that of Liam's, who was 6'6". He had tan skin and short black hair. He could have easily been mistaken to be part of the pride if I had never seen him before. I noticed that there was a sickening sweet smell mixed with the odor of wet dog. It took all I had not to plug my nose.
One last fact: This guy was hot.
"Um, thanks," I said smiling, "You saved my corned beef."
"No problem, anything for canned meat," He replied teasingly, placing them safely in my arms.
"You have quite the load there," He commented.
"Yeah," I said,"Family dinner. With extended family visiting. I was supposed to get dessert."
He smiled at me, and what a magnificent smile it was.
"And the corned beef?"
"My cousin has an unhealthy craving," I explained and he laughed.
"I don't know. Maybe over salted meat can be an alternative to broccoli or asparagus."
"You're new here aren't you? I haven't seen you around before," I asked him. I was never one for tact.
"Yeah, I live with the Cullens," the boy said, "I'm Jacob. I'd shake your hand, but it seems that they are already filled."
He was one of their foster kids.
"Brooklyn, but everybody calls me Brooke," I supplied, then put on my most flirty smile, "Nice to meet you Jacob. Maybe sometime we can hang out and show you around."
"Um, yeah maybe," Jacob said, taken aback, which confused me.
"Yeah, just call me up or something. You'll like here," I said smiling. I was never the flirty type, but wasn't this pretty obvious?
He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "I'm sure I will. It seems like a nice town."
Something dawned on me then.
"You have a girlfriend, don't you?" I asked him.
His expression changed to one of relief before he laughed openly.
"That's awfully egotistical of you. For all you know, I could be genuinely not interested," He guffawed. I raised my eyebrow.
"Nonsense," I dismissed, feigning arrogance, "I'm way to attractive to not be interested in unless you already have a girlfriend."
He shook his head at me then said, "Well, I will agree with you because I don't like insulting people when I first meet them."
I put on a hurt expression causing him to laugh and roll his eyes.
"Whatever," I said, "Well, whoever she is, she's a lucky girl."
He shrugged and pretended to flex his muscles, "I know."
"Who is being egotistical now?" I asked, sticking my tongue out at him.
He was about to respond when my cellphone rang again.
"Sorry, this is probably my crazy family," I said as I answered.
"Brooke, you better be on your way. We are starving," Josh growled through the phone. Before I could respond, he hung up.
I sighed.
"Nice family," Jacob commented teasingly.
I snorted.
"Oh, totally. Apple of my eye," sarcasm heavy in my voice, "Well, I suppose that's my cue to leave."
Jacob nodded. "It was nice meeting you. I'll probably see you in school or something."
"Yeah, see you around."
As I walked once more to the checkout, I noticed that the smell of sweetness and dog was fading with each step I took away from Jacob.
I really need to stop writing things at 2 in the morning. It really makes me write some screwy things.
I did think that I was going to have Seth and Brooke meet this chapter, but I decided not to. Mwahahaha!
On a side note, what do you think of her trying (and failing) to flirt with Jacob?
Until next week (hopefully)!