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Chapter 8: Toasts.
Ok here is the next chapter, I really hope you like it, thank you NinjaHarryPotter4life, for being, as always, my first reviewer, and Michelle7, for being a loyal fan. There's going to be some Spanish in here and some, or more like, a lot more Paul.
About half way to the restaurant the sky said: "peace out" and rain began to fall with a ragging wind. Amber squished her eyes while trying to see thru the thick curtain of water. She still managed to drive straight, going on 40. I wasn't surprised when the guys behind us got tired and passed us. But they didn't speed off as I'd expected. They kept a slow pace and now Amber didn't have to look for the yellow lines on the road, but merely follow the red car.
-Well that was nice. I commented after a minute of silence. Our laughter had died out and the song got annoying as we couldn't rap so we'd stayed quiet for a while, letting Amber concentrate on the road, thing she didn't have to do now.
-Yeah, they're kind- Amber agreed with a knowing nod and stopped, she had more to say apparently-, still think they're evil?
I leaned on the back of my seat and nodded. My mind screaming: Come on! Every serial killer has a moment of kindness with its victims, scientific fact.
Amber rolled her eyes but said nothing. I dug in my back pack and found my cell; I should probably call my mom, before she called the cops. I was about to dial my house number when we got to the Lodge, a lot faster than I expected with this damned rain. Amber parked right after the boys did, but leaving us the spot nearest to the door. As she stopped the car, Amber turned to me with and arched eyebrow, as if saying: "Still?"
Yeah, as if that said anything. People always gave the disabled people the good spots and not because they were good people, more like they could get a ticket. I pulled my hood over my head and buttoned the rain coat all the way up before getting out of the car. It was inevitable though, I was soaked immediately. I stuffed my hands in my coat pockets and hurried after everyone to the safety of the restaurant… Paul waiting for me with the door wide open.
-Thanks. I murmured as I passed him, eyes intertwining for the shortest moment before I took off towards Amber. She was talking with the other Quileute guy, Jared I think, all pearly whites and dimples.
-Amber, I need to go to the restroom, I'll be back in a minute.
Amber looked at me, her blue orbs full of understatement as she nodded. I nodded 'Hello' to Jared and went to the door with the woman sign on it. About to open the door Amber called my name.
-Cory? - I turned my head towards her as she continued with a small frown- What should I order for you?
I smiled as I knew what she really meant to ask was 'Should I order for you?'
-Umm- I looked around the place as if it could give me some tips, to finally just shake my head in defeat, the food in this place sucked anyways-, whatever you have and the usual.
Amber smiled hopefully and went after the boys to a semicircle booth. I went in the bathroom and unbuttoned my coat to retrieve my cell from my jean pocket. I dialed again and waited patiently for someone to pick the phone up at home.
After five rings a female voice answered with a thick Mexican accent: - Hello?
-Mamy, soy yo, Corinna, te llamaba para decirte que voy a llegar un poquito tarde, Amber no puede manejar con toda esta lluvia. (Mommy, it's me, Corinna, I was only calling to let you know I'll be coming home late today, Amber can't drive with all this rain)
-¿En donde estan? (Where are you?).- my mother's tone didn't give any signs of anger, only mild worry, I smiled as I grabbed some paper towels to dry off my soaking wet face.
-Estamos en el Lodge, vamos a esperar a que se calme un poco y si no, entonces nos vamos a ir así. (We're at the Lodge, we're going to wait until the rain calms down, and if it doesn't well, we'll just go as it is).
-¿Quieres que vaya por ti? (Do you want me to go get you?)- My mother asked with a little bit more of worry straining her voice. I threw the used paper towel and sighed, if she only knew we were having lunch with some weird, troll like, perverts, who just happen to be male, all her worry would go away. Leaving only the determination and a mind consuming desire to kill me.
-No quiero dejar a Amber manejando sola con el tiempo así, vamos a estar bien y voy a llegar a la casa, máximo, las 6, ¿está bien? (I don't want to leave Amber driving alone with this weather, we're going to be fine and I'll be home, tops, six o clock, ok?)
-Esta bien, cuidate. (Alright, be careful)
-Si, adios. (Yeah, good bye). I sighed as I hanged up and put the cell in my pocket. I really didn't want to be here.
I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed again. Rain had leaked in my rain coat so now my chest was wet. It took me a while but I dried it out and combed my hair with my fingers to even out the wet strands. I hugged my too large sweater over my slightly wet, long sleeved blouse to cover up most of the front. My rain coat long gone and waiting over another sink.
I couldn't stall this any further. So I walked out the bathroom, rain coat in hand, to the booth with everyone else seated with their drinks. Paul raised his eyes to me as soon as I opened the bathroom's door, dropping which ever conversation he had with Jamal, and stayed that way, just looking at me with the tiniest smile.
Weird.
Amber turned in her seat to see me and made an eager expression of: 'So?'
I mouthed 'Six o clock' and Amber smiled so brightly she could of left a flashlight blind.
I left my rain coat on the empty booth next to ours and had to sit next to Paul, as the whole opposite side was occupied with Jared, incarcerating both Amber and Jamal in the middle. I faked a smile at them to then give a genuine one to the glass covered in cold sweat before me. Finally, something to be happy about.
I took a small sip before asking: - What should I expect?
Everyone looked confused, but Amber.
-A good dose of vitamins. She said smirking devilishly… What! I came all the way here, risked getting grounded and beat, and I get no proteins?
I laughed sourly, well; it would be a new experience. I'd never ate a salad before, so this might be a good thing. But hell, if I wanted to eat grass I had two yards worth of it back home. I wanted meat!
-So, now that you're here- Started Paul, smiling his butt of with that sentence, to continue just as happily-, I'd like to thank you two for giving me a second chance today.
Amber nodded and raised her glass up for a toast: - For forgiveness and new people.
We tapped our glasses together with short laughs.
-To good stereos- I continued as they took a sip of their drinks- and Paul's pants: for making our lives better with their sole presence.
Jared, that had taken a large chug of his glass, choked on his coke and spat it out. Coughing and drowning with laughter and good ol' coke. I giggled as I wiped off some of the spit coke from my face. I handed Jared a tissue while he kept trying to pull air back to his lungs. He was actually turning a little blue…
Amber gave me a pointed look while Jamal on her side laughed along Jared. Paul on the other hand just snickered. Looking at me with the tenderest maroon eyes I'd ever seen.
-I'm never going to live that one down am I? Paul whispered, his lips a soft smile just for me. I couldn't help but smile back. A real smile this time.
I shook my head and went back to cleaning the mess of spit fluids on the table. Jared nearly blacked out but slowly calmed himself down. Jamal beside him patted his large back and went into a deep talk of some sort of football team. Probably what they'd been talking about before I got here.
We all cut in a couple of times and laughed a lot as Paul explained us how to tackle people and kick them in the groin at the same time. Again mimicking the pose like a monkey and hands flying everywhere excitedly.
-Oh, yeah, I remember that one, a classic. I laughed, recalling all the football games my cousins had when I was little. At that time playing dirty was the only way to survive, especially if you're five, proud and playing with big, fat 10 year olds.
-You like to play? Asked Paul with eyes glistering in my direction. I nodded a bit nervous, product of his fierce eyes.
-Yeah, I used to play a lot when I was little, was one hell of a runner too.
Yeah, you tend to be quite fast when you're being pursued by a stampede of elephant sized idiots. Paul gave me another huge grin of pride, his white teeth contrasting greatly with his smooth bronzed skin.
-Maybe we should get together one day and play a couple of rounds. Suggested Jamal, receiving a wide smile from Amber, signing on immediately. I laughed at the thought of us three against tree of the Quileutes. Paul and Jared however, looked first triumphal then a bit unsure.
As if saved by the bell, the waitress, a nice middle aged woman with a nice face, came over with a huge O.V.N.I. looking tray with a lot of food on it. And I mean A LOT. I took the distraction gratefully. Damned it, I wasn't going to their territory, I might be having a good time with them. But it was the same fun a Jewish person having dinner with Hittler would have. You know there planning to kill you and turn you into soap.
I took a plate with a lot of lettuce and other stuff I didn't want to eat. Jamal, Paul and Jared however. Looked like they'd died and gone to heaven.
Beef heaven.
How could a person eat 7 large burgers and French fries in a range of an hour? Ask Jared and Paul. I was chewing my salad sadly as they went Kung-Fu Panda on their plates. I wanted some too.
We finished our food and talked a bit more. Asking the Quileutes all sorts of questions. I was very amazed when they told me their age, 16 going on 17. I could have sworn they were about 20-23 years old. There goes charging them for pedophilia. They apparently still went to high school and went very still when Amber asked them about the whole protectors' thing.
Jared cleared his throat loudly while Paul began to speak; giving me side glances as he did.
-We are sort of a community patrol, our heritage line consisted of warriors that protected our tribe and our law declares we are obliged to do it too, seeing as our culture is being lost with time, this is our way of saving it, or just a small portion.
I saw in Paul's face an undeniable line of honesty, with a double meaning with his words, and Jared, while hearing his friend's explanation, looked mortally serious, to tense and alert for any slip up Paul might have. So it was part bullshit… I was in no way surprised really.
-Wow- mussed Amber after a second of awed silence-, it's very responsible of you to do that, I mean, taking the future of your tribe's essence in your hands, that is one awesome thing to.
-Yeah, outstanding. - Agreed Jamal, his dark eyes shining with admiration. I faked an impressed smile and pushed my empty plate aside. Strangely enough, salads were good and I was full with a small serving, to bad I would never be ordering another one again.
All eyes around the table turned to me with this movement as I got up from my seat, checking the time in my cell. 15 minutes to 6 o clock. Thank heavens, time to go.
-I actually have to go now- I said, making a sign for Amber to get up to then turn my fake smile to the others.-, this was nice, thank you for inviting us.
Jared and Paul got up to let Amber and Jamal out, Paul looking devastated. I ignored him as I grabbed my rain coat and threw it on with one swift move. Probably a Matrix looking stunt but I didn't care.
Amber got her own purple raincoat and went to stand next to me. Paul, looking desperate at me opened his mouth to say something but stopped.
-We should do this again- Said Jared, jumping into action as he saw his speechless friend-, how about Friday? After school?
I looked at Amber, trying very hard to keep a blank face, and not show my utter horror at the thought of it. Amber on the other hand, looked as if she'd won the lottery and said yes before even glancing my way. Fuck.
Paul's face lit up like a Christmas tree up until Jamal came to us and placed his arms around our shoulders.
-Well then, should I escort you young ladies to your vehicle or does Cory and her machete have it covered.
Amber barked a laugh while leaning in to Jamal's chest. I raised an eyebrow at him, as if saying: "Seriously?"
Jamal laughed and dropped his arms in retreat: -Just kidding.
Oh, he took it as a 'No'? I had the knife securely hidden on the back of my jeans. As if I would be walking around disarmed with the freaky steroidians hovering around us.
We waved goodbye at them and walked out to the slightly softer rain. They followed us out. Or more like Jared followed as Paul seemed to rush after us with despair shadowing his once luminescent eyes. What the hell is wrong with that guy?
Jamal followed suit as well, earning a blood chilling glare from Paul. Huh?
Amber and I got in the car quickly and waving thru the windshield, we backed out of the parking lot, leaving the Lodge and a depressed looking Paul under the pouring rain.
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