Seth and I stayed at his house all day, studying, for our history class. It was around five we decided to go outside and hang out. We were now at First Beach, and were just sitting there, relaxing, staring at the ocean.
"Kay?" Seth said all of a sudden. My head snapped in his direction. Worry, was all over his face.
"What's wrong?" he gave out a sigh, getting ready to say something, but then I heard a booming laugh. I knew that laugh. That was the laugh Paul would give if he was making fun of somebody. 'Great." I muttered. Seth silently nodded his head agreeing with me.
"Hey, Jared give that back." Then I heard the sand churn as their steps got closer.
"Kay, watch out!" Seth bellowed, but it was too late. It felt like a boulder was thrown on my back. I mean it literally knocked the breath out of me. I fell face first into the sand with an,'oof'.
"See, Jared, you flattened a little girl." I immediately knew that, that was my brother. I pushed 'Jared' off of me irritably, with Seth's help.
"That little girl has a name." I murmured. Seth helped me to my feet. And while I finally stood, I dusted the sand that was on me. But I soon found out that some of the sand had gone down my shirt. Uh, oh. Then Seth was right in front of me.
"You okay? Can you breathe." I coughed a little, trying to get a little oxygen back but that was all I did before I gave Seth a reassuring nod.
"Oh, hey Kay, didn't know that was you." I turned around to my brother, playing around with his friend who I was guessing was Jared. They practically looked like brothers. They were the same height, had the same dark cropped hair, were bulky, and had the tribal tattoo on their right arms.
But the differences were that Paul was more bulky, and Jared seemed more loose. More calm and all. Paul seemed to stiffen a little, when he saw that I was here at the beach with Seth. I knew that look.
No I know what Paul was chasing Jared for. Jared had Paul's favorite football. That he hates playing with. He keeps it like a trophy. "Of course you didn't." I said with a sigh. He never notices me, unless we literally bump into each other. This time it was friend's fault.
"Who's your friend?" Paul said taking a step forward.
"Whoa. Paul calm down." I said as he started to shake. I always thought it was genetic or something, until now. Jared started to tremble a little.
"Stay out of this girly." People always wonder how Paul and me could be related. You see Paul instantly acts on his temper. Me, I wait a while on the right time. Before, Paul used to tell me that I had the face of an angel, but had devil horns.
"He was the one who asked me, smart ass." I snarled at Jared. He took another step forward, but Paul stopped him.
"Watch it Kay." Paul warned.
"Oh, I'm the one who's supposed to watch it? What about your little friend here? Nice to know who you love more." I stared at his face. Now they both looked like blurs. Like cell phones on vibrate.
"Well he's like a brother." He said tilting his head a little to the right. Still shaking.
"And what am I? Your pack mull?" I bellowed. Everything went quiet. "Listen Paul." I said evening out my voice, with much success. "I have no idea who you are anymore. All I know is…" I spat the words out angrily now, "you're not my brother anymore." I walked off with Seth in tow. I felt bad that he had to witness that. But I had to just say it.
Seth and me walked and walked, and we stopped in front of my house. I'm probably going to hear it when Paul gets home. Then I looked at up at the sky. The sun was already half way down. Or when Paul eventually comes home. I was happy that it was a Friday. Don't have to wake up early.
"I'm sorry Seth." I said with an embarrassed smug smile. He looked up at in alarm.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know. What happened at the beach." He scoffed at me.
"No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. But you sure that your okay. That Jared guy looked pretty heavy." Now that he mentioned it, my back just started to hurt. I reached back, and tried to stretch my back. "You see." He said pointing to my back. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I'll be fine. I just need a little rest." Seth looked uncertain.
"If you're sure." I rolled my eyes.
"Of course I'm sure. I'm a Meraz, remember?" it was Seth's turn to roll his eyes. Then he flashed me his best smile. My favorite smile.
"Alright. G'night." Then – I swear if I wasn't leaning against my front gate, I would've fainted – he kissed me tenderly on the cheek "Feel better." Then walked off.
"Good night Seth Clearwater." I whispered. I already knew he wouldn't be able to hear me. But who cares, right? I walked into the house, too tired to even eat. I took a quick warm bath, got dressed for bed, dried my hair and snuggled in my blankets. 'Today was a really frustrating day.' Was my last thought before I sank into unconsciousness.I would tell Lorelei and Clover all about this tomorrow. And maybe Andy, if he's there. I wonder if Clover and him will ever get together.
Next day….
I woke up to hear a door slam, and yelling soon following it. Since they were too loud and muffled, I couldn't make a word out. I groaned as I sat up on my bad. 'It's probably one of Paul's ex-girlfriends, or something.' I thought. Sometimes his girlfriends would come over and argue about, why did he brake up with them, and yada yada yada.
I walked to the bathrooms, half awake, that's why I still didn't understand whatever those people were saying. I looked at my half awaked figure. I got my hair color from, my grandpa on my mom's side.
Another reason she didn't like me much. She didn't like her dad. Never even got along with him. She would sometimes complain to me, that I should dye my hair a different color. It was dark purple, mixed with black that went down to my elbow in layers. My eye color was similar. Dark liquidy purple, with some streaks of black. I had normal tanned skin with – what my cousin would say – a surfer's body.
So while them guys were muscular or had muscles, the girls had surfer's bodies and such. Even though Clover and Lorelei weren't much Quileute they had surfer's bodies too. I guess it runs in the veins.
Still hearing the yelling, I sighed, and washed my face. I then brushed my teeth and put my hair in a messy ponytail. I went back to my room, to changed into normal clothes. I decided on wearing dark wash skinny jeans, and a black V-neck with my favorite black Vans.
When I opened my door, I was greeted with a bunch of cussing words. But the thing is, they weren't from young teenage girl or something. They sounded grown up. 'What the…? What's going on?' my curiosity taking the better of me, I walked towards the living room, where the yelling was coming from.
"What is up with all the yelling. It's taking forever." I groaned as I walked into the entrance of the living room. And soon regretted it. It wasn't one of Paul's ex-girlfriends all right. It was even worse.