"I don't know Blakey, but isn't he just the sexiest thing you've ever seen?" she asked as Blake tried to hold back her gag, disgusted with what she called her best friend.
"Gen, get a grip. You don't even know the boy!" she stated. "He could be a drug dealer, or an assassin, or worse... he could be both!" Blake yelled and waved her hand in front of Gen's face.
"Who are you kidding? Adrian wouldn't do something like that..." she said quietly.
"You don't even know the damn boy!"
To say the least, Blake wasn't happy. Perhaps it was the fact that not only was her best friend crushing on some boy she didn't even know, but she was obsessed with him. Like suddenly... he was all she thought about. If she wasn't bothering someone to be near him, she was asking questions about him. Wondering where he worked, what he did for a living, or what he did when he was free.
With a sigh, Blake dragged Gen into the house and turned to the boys in the kitchen. "We're going for a walk. Feel free to use the house." Blake said as she turned to Gen with a sigh, only to see that she was staring hopelessly at Adrian with a stupid smile on her face. "Just don't set the house on fire." she added as she moved to drag Gen out the front door, but not before Gen found her voice.
"You guys should come with us." she offered as Adrian immediately smiled. "You could show us around the town." she said as Adrian nodded his head in agreement.
"I'm sure the boys have much better things to do, besides..."
"No we don't." Adrian suddenly cut Blake off as he walked towards Gen and opened the door for her. Walking straight past a furious Blake as she glared hard at him. "After you miss." he smiled as Gen quickly obliged and sauntered out the door, an unrecognizable skip in her step suddenly.
"For the love of..." Blake cursed under her breath as she brought a hand to her face and smacked her forehead in disgust. "How in the hell can you become that infatuated with a person after two minutes?" she demanded, turning to look at Toren as she caught him watching after the two with a look crossed between annoyance and jealously as he sighed.
"Oh my god..." she cursed aloud. "Is everyone hung up on finding some freaking match up?" she asked as Toren turned to look at her with confusion in his eyes.
"What was that?" he asked as she shook her head and stormed out the front door after the two. Seeing as her best friend, and her father's friend had just taken off down the road as if the other's didn't even exist.
"Oh hell no." she cursed and ran after them, ready to cut this hole thing down to size until she was abruptly pulled back as her arm felt like it was going to be jerked out of it's socket. "Hey!" she yelled out as she turned to see Toren starring after them, an unreadable look on his face.
"Come on Blake." he said quietly. "Don't you want your friend to be happy?" he asked as she scoffed.
"Running off with some stranger is not going to make her happy, I don't give a damn what she thinks." Blake said and motioned to walk after them again, but once again... Toren was one step ahead of her and grabbed her arm before she could go anywhere. "Toren... I really don't want to fight with you right now."
"Then don't." he said quickly as Blake sighed and stared after her friend. "Trust me Blake, Gen's in good hands." he said as she desperately wanted to believe him... but for some reason... the anger that was boiling in Blake was fighting to get out, and despite what she wanted, right now, her anger was stronger then her logic.
"Fine..." she spat suddenly, ripping her arm from his grasp and starring him right in the eye. Suddenly lost in his world. But Blake was angry, and she wasn't about to lie down and let them walk all over her. "But I swear to god, if she get's hurt... I don't care who your related too, or who you're friends with. I don't care if I wind up in jail for a lifetime. You, and your little friend Adrian are dead."
Blake watched as Toren just stood there and stared at her, a confusing expression on his face as she backed away and walked towards the house. Her rage pouring out as she shook her head and walked inside. Slamming the door behind her as she could feel her skin heating up, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she felt restless, sharp.
Without a second thought, she grabbed her helmet off the front room bench and pulled on her track pants that were in the duffle bag she had left in the living room and ran out the front door. Headed towards her bike which her father had asked she not ride when they weren't home. Outside, it had cooled off, but for some reason, she wasn't cold, she was hot, and angry... and as she walked over to her bike and turned it around to leave, she could see Toren walking back towards her as her anger spiked again.
Climbing on to her bike, she started it and began to pull out of the driveway. Ignoring Toren as he began to run after her. "Blake!" he yelled out. "Blake wait, don't do this Blake!" he yelled and ran two hands threw his hair as she sped up and looked down the street, taking off as she passed a retreating Gen and Adrian.
Gen stopped in her tracks as Blake watched her expression change to one of worry as Adrian stopped and turned back for her. This only made Blake angrier as she picked up speed and took off down the road, ignoring the yells of protest that were quickly fading behind her. What made Gen suddenly forget all about Blake and give her full attention to Adrian? Adrian wasn't Gen's best friend, and Blake would be damned if she let him fill her position in Gen's life.
She rode for what felt like hours straight, but nonetheless... she only drove outside of town. Somewhere outside of Forks she stopped and shut the bike down. Walking over to the ditch as a wave of nausea ran through her body. Pounding in her head and her bloodstream as she doubled over the threw up on the side of the road. Her stomach clenching at the action as she sat down and leant against her bike. Pulling out her phone and sighing at the messages she had in her inbox.
Mostly from Gen, saying she was sorry, promising it wouldn't happen again and begging her to come home and not do anything stupid. Some were from her father, demanding she come home, asking if she was alright, then trying to bribe her in. One was from her mum, normally the first person she would have talked to if something like this would have happened. 'I'll always be here if you need me.' it said. Like a promise, it reminded her that she wasn't alone no matter how far away her mum was.
Picking up her phone, she dialled her dad's number and sighed as it went to the message machine. They would hear it soon enough, but until they did, it was enough. "Hey Embry, it's Blake. Don't worry, I just took a ride out of town, I'll meet you for supper and don't freak out, I just had to pick something up. I would have called you... but I forgot."
Shutting the phone, she stood to her feet and stretched out, her head still sore, and her stomach still raw, but she was good enough to make the twenty minute drive home.
The ride out was a lot easier then the ride in. But as far as Blake was concerned, all she needed to do was keep the bike on the road... and she had been riding for a while now, so with her M2 licence, she was free to ride at night as long as she wanted. But pulling into the driveway was like pulling into a hell hole. She could only anticipate how her father would take her leaving. She knew that if her kid had up and left while she was at work, she would be furious not that she ever would have children, but the idea was still the same. But this was a lot to get use to in all of two days, so she deserved at least some credit from her point of view.
Shutting the bike off, she pulled down the kickstand and jerked her helmet off. Sighing as she shook her hair out and pulled it up into a quick pony tail. Walking into the house with her new key, she smirked at it's emptiness. Blake didn't like the idea of an empty house, but she also didn't feel well enough to confront everyone in a non public place. So her best bet was to take the directions off the fridge and drive out to the Black's house before she got caught up in anything else that threatened to beat her down again.
She didn't want to ride her bike anymore then she had too. Feeling sick and slightly tired, she had no choice but to put her helmet back on, and get onto her bike once again. It wasn't the smartest idea, and she could have called for a ride, but to sit in a vehicle with some stranger for any extensive period of time was not her first choice of the matter. And as for the day she was having, she felt more willing to take the risk.
Fifteen minutes later and one complete round about, she arrived at the Black's house and walked up to the front door. Not bothering to knock as she simply walked right in and smiled and nodded her head to the first wave of stranger's that greeted her. They had a beautiful house, and a very large one at that, but with all the people surrounding her, it almost felt small compared to what it looked like from outside.
Dotted in every other place were the palest people she had ever encountered, unnaturally beautiful with golden eyes, talking amongst each other and the reserve kids. Out back were Jake and Embry by the barbeque, surrounded by more large Quileute men as they talked and laughed amongst each other.
A hand was suddenly placed on her shoulder as she looked over to see one of Sam's kids, Serena smile at her as Blake cautiously returned the gesture. "Blake, I'm so glad you could make it." she smiled reassuringly as she pointed her towards the food and drinks and walked over to some of the other's standing off to the side. With her stood her mother and another pale woman.
In Blake's point of view, Nessie looked much to young to have children, but with the wonders that doctors could do these days it was amazing what people could accomplish, the ages they could pull off. But nonetheless Serena was a beautiful girl, with chestnut hair, and perfect golden eyes. Her essence reeked the security of innocence and youth, and she held the air of an over all good person. Blake should have been jealous, should have hated her for being so perfect when she wasn't, but Serena simply seemed to be really good at not exploiting the fact that she was perfect, and anyone who looked like her and didn't let it get to their head was a friend in her books.
With a sigh, she walked into the kitchen and looked around quickly. Trying to find someone that might be able to give her a hand. "Can I help you honey?" someone asked as Blake turned to face a rather beautiful woman, with pale skin and mahogany hair.
"Oh, uh yes please." Blake smiled as the woman simply turned to the kitchen. "I was wondering if you knew where any aspirin was, something for headaches." she said as the lady simply smiled and lead her to a cabinet beside the stove.
"Not feeling the best?" she asked as she handed Blake the small tablet and a glass of water.
"Not really no." she sighed and downed the pill and water quickly. "I'm Blake by the way." she smiled and stuck her hand out as the beautiful pale woman shook her hand half-heartedly, her skin cooler then normal.
"Esme." she smiled warmly as a blonde man came up behind her. "And this is my husband Carlisle." she said as he smiled and shook her hand.
"It's a pleasure." he said as he excused himself and his wife and lead her off towards another couple across the room.
Looking around quickly, Blake suddenly found herself lost. She couldn't see anyone she knew, and she was faintly remembering that Gen was somewhere here too. So upon searching the back yard, not only had she avoided running into her father, her father's friends, and Toren, she had also nearly managed to fall into the pool, almost push someone else in the pool, and spill a drink all before finding Gen holding hands with Adrian as they talked to Toren's brother James. And resentfully, that was the last thing she wanted to find.
Gen hadn't even noticed Blake's arrival yet. And as hard as she tried to mind herself that she hadn't exactly made the most of an entrance, the anger that seemed to pour through her body was driving her crazy. Like her insides were burning out, and her head was pounding harder and harder with every intake of breath.
Staggering back, Blake ran into something solid as she was about to turn and tear a strip off whoever or whatever had stepped in her path as she was retreating. But upon turning around, she tripped and stumbled right into the last person she wanted to talk to right now.
"Blake..." he breathed out in a sense of relief.
This time, she wasn't angry enough to shake him off, and as she stared back into his eyes, she couldn't even remember what she was angry about. Everything she was so keen on tearing apart had faded away, and she was completely content just looking at him. But that wasn't reality, and no matter how much she would have loved to spend a life time in his world, she knew she had to face real life sooner or later.
"Yeah... hi." she said, stepping away from him even though for the life of her all she wanted to do was get lost in his eyes again. Feel safe, protected, and secure in his world. "H-Happy birthday by the way." she said as he chuckled and looked around. "I've got to get going now." she said as she backed away and turned to leave.
"Wait... Blake!" he yelled out as she turned to face him, only to watch someone run up from behind.
"Toren!" the girl yelled out as he turned to catch her as she jumped into him, wrapping her skinny, tanned little arms around his neck and kissing him full on as he set her down and pulled away subtly. Immediately turning back to face Blake, who by now... was storming out the front door and down the steps, ripping past her bike as she ran a hand through her messy hair.
Stopping dead center in the road, she looked over to the black forest across from her and faintly remembered the reminder her mother had left for her. 'Please Blake... for me. Stay out of the forest. So many people have gotten hurt in there, and I don't want anything to happen to you.'
Pushing away her mother's words, in a rush of adrenalin she booked it for the forest, ignoring the tugging sensation that screamed for her to get away from it.