Kanti's pov
It had been a few days since we had been gotten to the new rez, and we hadn't really done much. Dad had gone and stocked up the kitchen, surprisingly knowing all the food we like. I had spent a lot of time in my room writing my on my blog and texting my friends. Malila has been working out and playing basketball outside. Some of the locals have been around, talking to dad, but none have stayed an talked with either of us.
"Kanti! Kanti, can you come to the kitchen please," Dad shouts. Rolling my eyes, I place my laptop back onto my desk, and make my way downstairs. As I reach the kitchen, Malila is coming in from outside, sweat practically pouring over her body. She moves to stand next to me at the island, and I try to subtly shift away. She notices though, and she sneers at me.
"Oh, don't act like its going to fucking kill you. Its just sweat."
"You're covered in it. And you stink. Its not flattering for a girl." I retort, leaning away from her. She's only wearing basketballs shorts and a sports bra. "And what if someone saw you? You need to cover up."
She rolls her eyes and grabs a powerade from out of the fridge, not even caring to answer. Just then dad walks in with this huge guy trailing him. He had to be at least 6'4'', had one of those shirts without sides on, and you could see these damn good defined abs through it. He also had a giant circle tattoo on his left shoulder.
Malila chose this time to open her mouth. "Holy shit dude. You must have eaten all your veggies as a kid." I gave her a slap on the arm, regretting it when my hand came back all wet and sticky. Dad just shook his head, used to her lack of filter.
"Girls, this is Embry. He's one of the kids you'll be going to school with-" he was cut off by Embry. "Actually Mr. Watkins, I don't go to Forks High. I go to the school here on the rez." Dad just nodded his head and gestured for him to keep talking.
"Uh, yeah, so I came up here to tell you guys about the end of the summer bonfire were having. It's gonna be down on the beach, so if you have your suits, bring em. Um, Mr. Watkins, if you want, our parents are gonna have a little get together at Billy Black's house at the same time to give us our space and stuff. It starts at 9, so if you want, I can come back and lead you guys down there."
I looked at Malila, wanting to know if she wanted to go. She shrugged and nodded at bit, saying she was cool with it. "Yeah, that sounds good. We'll see you then." Smiling, he turned and followed dad back to the door.
"Ready to meet the locals?" I asked my twin. She smirked, matching mine. I knew that she was prepared to make some heads turn. And so was I.