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A Different Perspective

Chapter 6

A beautiful black haired woman was at the window. Her face was practically pressed into the glass, but the boy sitting on the bed could still catch a smile on her full lips. Her piercing eyes caught his through the casement and her head nodded. She wanted in. He stood slowly, his eyes never parting from her figure as it loomed outside of his bedroom window. As the boy walked to the window, the girl's eyes lit up in an almost excitement. His hands reached for the latch shakily. He was nervous for some unknown reason. Cautiously, he unlatched the window and slid it up. It was now open for the beauty to go through. He was raised to be a gentleman, so he reached forward to help the girl inside. Before he could be of any help though, she had already hopped through the opening. Oh right, this girl was strong. And she was his.

She straightened from her spot where she had landed and looked up, her fierce eyes finding his again. Her lips turned up into a half-smirk, as if she knew something he didn't. The boy knew his eyes had clouded with confusion because she laughed lowly and shook her head. He let out a sigh of what seemed like frustration to her, but he knew it was more than that. Lustful tension, maybe?

The blonde haired boy licked his lip unconsciously, and the woman's eyes followed the very move. She suddenly was right in front of him, and her lips hovered under his in anticipation. Her eyes looked through his and her eyebrow raised, as if to question if he wanted her. A low groan escaped the throat of the blonde and his lips crashed down onto hers.

The kiss was heated; hands were everywhere, tongues tangled in a fight for dominance, and their bodies pushed together as if they were one. In the midst of the heat, the boy did not notice how the girl had been backing him up, until the back of his legs hit the bed. The girl's hands pushed his back on the bed. He looked up and caught the almost predatory look in her eyes. Her smirk was back on her face and she moved forward, this time licking her own lips. Her body was covering his almost instantly and he felt the heat take over him. Their lips clashed together again, the boy's hands grasping the beauty's hips, pushing her down harder against him. She was and felt truly amazing against him.

Suddenly, she jerked away and looked over the boy's shoulder. Her gorgeous eyes narrowed and ferocious growls erupt from her chest, making a small shiver run through the boy. The woman's body broke into tremors and she back away quickly from him. Her figure was a blur from the amount of shaking she was doing.

He called her name and her eyes flickered to meet his for only a moment before they went back to looking past him. The scenery suddenly changed; the boy's bed now sat in the middle of a football field. Bright stadium lights shone down on them.

The dark haired beauty growled again before jerking forward slightly and letting out an ear-slitting howl. The boy watched in horror and somewhat fascination as the woman's body transformed. Fur replaced her skin, paws replaced her hands and legs, and a muzzle replaced her nose and mouth. Standing before him was a big, striking grey wolf. She snarled and broke into a run.

The wolf was amazingly fast as it ran toward the boy. His eyes widened in frights and he put up his hands as if to protect himself from the creature. Just as she was about to hit him, she took a big leap over the bed. Startled, he turned around just in time to see the wolf attack a familiar blonde girl.

Gasping, I jerked awake. There was that moment of confusion any person gets after waking up, though it was gone within a second. I was in my room still, with no wolves or beautiful girls. Sighing, I wiped the drool from my chin and recalled my dream.

It was routine now for me to dream about her. But how could I not? She was everything I could have ever wanted, as cliché as that sounds. She was stunning everywhere, with not a blemish or disfigure on her body. She was also charming, well to me at least. The best thing about the woman though, was that she was real. She spoke what she felt, never dressed up in fancy dresses or excessive amounts of makeup, and she always told me the tru—

Scratch that. She had lied to me. And it wasn't just a little fib that my mamá would catch me telling her when we were younger. No, the girl had left out big fat piece of information that I should have been told from day one with her. There was no reason to keep it from me either. I wouldn't have judged, or ran away. So why hadn't anyone told me?

When I asked Alicia about it, she just said that it wasn't her place to tell me anything. It was Leah's. Then when I asked why Leah hadn't told me, my little sister tried to explain about how girls felt self conscious of themselves and it was hard for them to tell their men stuff, because they were afraid of how their men would take it.

I argued back with something along the lines of "That's bull shit. Leah doesn't get self conscious."

The little red-headed devil just sighed dramatically and shook her head. "Leah's only insecurity is her wolf form. She doesn't like it." She answered to me.

The look of absolute confusion made her glare and stalk away, muttering "Boys. They get nothing!"

Maybe we didn't get anything, but we sure as hell shouldn't be kept out of something as big as our girlfriend turning into a giant furry creature.

Groaning, I pushed myself out of my bed and looked around my disaster of a room for some pants. The state of my room had gotten much worse since the incident. I didn't really care to pick it up anymore, since it was only Mia that came into it. I finally found a pair of black sweatpants under a pile of sport magazines. I slipped them on over my boxers and took a quick look in the mirror hanging lopsided on my wall. I looked like complete shit, but I also felt like it too.

Looking away from the mirror, I ran a hand through my hair and walked out of the room that reeked of man stench. As I made my way downstairs, I ignored the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen and contemplated my dream. Sure, I dreamt of the bark haired beauty every night, but I had never had a dream of Leah attacking Mia.

I walked through the kitchen and immediately spotted my mother cooking at the stove. Mamá was a beautiful lady, and her age was no issue in the looks department, since she was still pretty young for a mother of two almost full-grown people. Her long red hair fell down her back in messy curls, ones that I had come used to playing with growing up.

"Morning, mamá." I smiled lazily and kissed her cheek,

She smiled her warm smile that always made me feel better and handed me a plate full of pancakes and bacon.

"Buenos mañana, mi chico guapo." She said, patting my cheek.

"Gracias," I answered, taking the plate and sitting down at the table.

My little sister was sitting at the table as well, her lap top in front of her. She nodded to me without taking her eyes off the screen. My mother hummed an old Spanish lullaby she used to sing all the time before my father left.

Alicia and I had grown up in a Spanish speaking house. My mother was from Spain, somewhere near Barcelona, and she insisted from our births that her kids know her native language.

Alicia finally looked up from the laptop as I ate. She examined me for awhile.

"Wha?" I asked with a full mouth.

She made a face, but shook her head. "Nothing,"

I shrugged, not really caring what her deal was today. She snapped her laptop shut and stood, walking to the counter and setting the device on the granite. She kissed my mother's cheek and then turned to me with hopeful eyes.

"I'm heading to La Push. Wanna come?"

I sighed, glaring at her slightly. She'd asked me this every time she went to the reservation, which was almost everyday. I never understood why she and Embry hit it off so well. They were complete opposites. She was loud and completely insane, if you asked me. Embry, on the other hand, was quiet and laid-back. The two somehow were inseparable though.

"No, Licia. I'm not ready."

She huffed and moved toward me, her eyes clouding with anger.

"You won't ever be ready, hermano. Suck it up and grow some balls." She ignored the warning look from our mom, and moved toward me. She lowered her voice to an angry whisper. "You have no idea what you're doing to her. Don't be like dad." She spit out the last word in disgust.

She then turned on her heel and walked out. My appetite was suddenly gone. I did not want to act like my father, or if I could even call him that. That son of a bitch left us, unexpectedly of course. There was no notes, no messages, no warning. He just one day got up and left. We later found out he had a child in Boston with some woman he had met on one of his monthly "business trips." If I ever saw that asshole again, I'd rip his dick off and shove it in his mouth. He would never have any idea how hard my mother took it. She wouldn't eat or talk for days. I had to check her into a hospital for a week to get her nutrition back up. Not only did he hurt my mom, he hurt Alicia, too. She was mean and bitter, for months. I tried my best to be patient with her, but sometimes she needed to be reminded of who she was. So when she would scream and hit me, I'd throw her over my shoulder and walk her straight down to Jake Locker's house. The three of us would play some football and she'd get her frustrations with the world out.

My father was what caused me to have to quit football for awhile, too. The two most important girls in my life at the time needed me, so I did what I had to. It was tough to take care of both of them, to take on the role of the man of the house. My mother and sister weren't exactly the most cooperative people, which is why I was freaking ecstatic when my mom found Marc. He was a nice guy, though he was big and tough, which was perfect for my mother. I guess I should also show a little gratitude toward Embry. He did pull my sister out of her "I-fucking-hate-the-fucking-world-and-any-other-fucking-person-in-it" phase, which was nice.

I pushed my plate forward moodily and stood, rushing out of the room and away from my mother's curious eyes. Mamá didn't know what was going on between Leah and me. I hadn't really gotten a chance to introduce them to each other before the whole "she-turns-into a-furry-animal" thing happened,

Somewhere deep inside of my body, I knew I was just being a giant pussy about the whole thing. I wasn't really mad at her anymore, no matter what I kept telling myself. I had tried calling a few times, but the only sort of welcome I got was a "Fuck off!" from a voice that sounded like it belonged to Jacob, and a "Quit calling you bastard!" surprisingly from sunshine boy himself, Seth. I guess all brothers were alike in some ways; you hurt their sister and they hate you for life. I couldn't really blame the kid since I had a sister myself.

Mia wasn't helping either. The night I separated myself from Leah, I got the surprise of my ex-girlfriend sitting at my kitchen table. Mia was an old friend of Alicia's, who wasn't actually her fiend anymore due to something that went down between the two when they were both sophomores. Mia and I had gotten together after their falling out and my sister wouldn't speak to me for weeks. Some bothers would fall to their knees and thank the gods if this were to happen to them, but Alicia not talking to me was torture. The girl and I had grown up close to each other, and after our sperm donor left, we became even closer.

When I broke up with Mia, because she was rubbing up on Locker at any chance she got-- which wasn't all that surprising now that I think about it--Alicia finally spoke to me. I got a lecture of how it's wrong to date your sister's enemies because then you sister will hate you for eternity and make your life a living hell until you get right in the head again. My sister never fails to make me feel like a complete jackass and want to laugh at the same time.

I saw Mia in my kitchen and sort of froze. She practically threw herself at me and, wanting to forget about the whole Leah's a wolf ordeal, I slept with her. In my defense, I was not in my right mind. For the next two week, Mia got the pleasure of me inside of her while I pictured someone else beneath me. That is, until said someone showed up on my front doorstep and Mia answered the door in my football jersey.

Seeing Leah again made me freeze up and just stare. She was beautiful and looking at her I didn't know why I even let Mia back in. As she left, I snapped out of it enough to call her name, but she sped off in her car too fast for even a receiver to chase.

Mia then wanted to know who the tall bitch was. At that point, anything Mia said would have pissed me off, and she chose to say the worst. I saw red and yelled as loud and clear I could that she needed to leave. Of course, Mia was never the brightest blonde of the bunch. She thought I was joking!

Now, my mamá made sure she raised me to be a respectable man who didn't hit women, but at that moment I wanted nothing more than to sock the whore a new one. So instead of doing it myself, what do I do? Oh well, I call the little devil herself, Alicia.

Smart one I am.

Alicia shows up ten minutes later with Embry and starts cussing her out. Mia, not good with words, then decides to smack Alicia across the face. Alicia retaliates with a punch, which I silently cheer inside as she does, and soon the two are in a loud, violent fight. This then causes Embry and me to step in and pull the two off of each other. Both girls are bleeding, and Embry is shaking quite hard. He throws a death glare at Mia and threatens her life for harming my sister. Mia leaves quite quickly then and I feel quite accomplished.

That is until Embry runs of into the woods to explode into a big-ass werewolf and Alicia starts screaming and cussing me out.

And then what do I do? I, for the love of god, start crying. And I mean red eyes, running nose, and ugly face crying. It was pathetic, but it made Alicia quit yelling and switched into comfort mode. She hugged me and I blubbered to her about not knowing what to do.

You see what Leah has done to me?

I was not only a sex addict now, but I was also a blubbering idiot. Lord, forgive me please for being such a girl about everything.

The bell to the little diner chimed as I walked inside. I sat in the same booth Leah and I had sat in on our first date. I remembered our talking and laughing, and how it made me feel all bubbly inside when she would smile or grin at me. I stared at the spot she had been sitting not that long ago on our date.

"Dean, baby, what's got you looking so down." A woman's voice sounded. I turned my head and saw Vana, my favorite waitress at the diner. I'd known her ever since I was a little kid and came here with my family twice a week.

I shrugged, a tight smile finding my lips. "Nothing, beautiful."

"Oh you flatter me, boy." She replied and sat down across from me in the booth. "But you've never been a good liar. Now, tell this old lady what's up."

I opened my mouth to deny anything was wrong again, but a stern look from the fiery-haired woman made me stop.

"Things just are all messed up right now," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "And I don't know how to fix them."

Vana studied me for a few moments, before nodding. "You'll figure it out. You've always had the looks and brains of your family." She smiled warmly at me and patted my hand. "I have to get back to work, or Jim might fire me."

"Jim is your husband, beautiful." I reminded her.

"Exactly." She replied with a sly smile. "Oh and Dean, bring back that pretty girl you had here awhile ago. I liked her."

The waitress disappeared behind the counter and I let out a groan, my head falling onto the table. I stood eventually and left the diner, the little bell signaling my departure. As I made my way to my car, a voice called out to me.

"Hey dude! Where's Clearwater?"

I looked up and saw that slime ball, Jay, which I had punched in the face at the bar after he insulted Leah.

I didn't answer, but opened my car door.

"Looks like she came to her senses and left your ass. The slut will come crawling back for my dick. She always did."

I saw red and hopped into my car, slamming the door shut. I revved my engine and flew out of the parking spot toward Jay and his sleaze ball friends. They all bore terrified expressions on their faces as I drove toward them. I guess the pot made them too slow to move out of the way though. Just as I was about to hit them, I swerved out of the way and rolled down my window.

"Stay away from her, assholes!" I yelled and drove past them through a puddle. As I drove away, I looked through my mirrors to see them all covered in mud and water.

I grinned in satisfaction.

I drove through the small reservation, on my way to the Clearwater's house. I was going to make thing right, even if it killed me.

I pulled into the driveway and stopped the engine of my Mustang. As I got out, I could hear loud chatter from inside the house. I walked toward the house and suddenly the noise stopped. My heartbeat quickened as I made my way to the door.

Before I got a chance to reach it, two giant Native American men came out the door. I backed away from Jacob and Seth, their death glares and giant muscles enough to make a normal guy piss himself.

I cleared my throat. "Guys, can I see—"

"She doesn't want to see you." Seth spat.

I sighed, running a nervous hand through my hair. "I want to make things right."

Jacob sneered, "Oh, so now that the other whore's gone, you want Leah back? Sorry man, she's not going to be just a fuck for you. I won't let my best friend be hurt like that again."

Seth growled in agreement.

Anger and annoyance rose inside of me, and I took a deep breath to calm myself before speaking. "I don't want her for that. I want to be with her."

Jacob laughed dryly. "Well, I'd lie if I said she didn't want to be with you, but I'm—we're not going to watch her get her heart broken again. She deserves better than that."

"You're right she does, but I'm not going to hurt—"

"Man, just go, before you get yourself hurt. And don't come back." Seth interrupted again, shaking angrily.

I sighed and looked away from the two men. My eyes caught sight of a figure in a window of the house, which I knew just happened to be Leah's bedroom window. I licked my dry lips, keeping my eyes on the window.

"Just…tell her that I know I fucked up, badly, and I'm truly sorry. Tell her that I'd like to talk to her…to make things better between us." I said, knowing that she was listening. I just hoped she knew I really meant what I said.

Jacob smirked tightly. "Sure. We'll tell her."

Liar.

I nodded and walked back to my car, slightly put out. I started up it up and backed out of the driveway, speeding down the rode. I made few turns and saw both the highway entrance and an abandoned road entrance. I took the latter, pushing my car to a new speed limit as I sped down the unpaved road.

I needed something to get my mind off the whole mess, and because sex was not an option, I drove. Fast.

I hadn't felt this good in awhile. My adrenaline was pumping and my mind raced with more things that I could do to get my mind off of Leah.

I picked up my speed as I went over a hill in the road. Suddenly, bright lights filled my vision and a loud honking met my ears. I couldn't see and I knew I was going to hit another car.

"Fuck, querida." I groaned before I hit.

Loud crunching sounds shocked my ears and the airbag immediately puffed out. My head suddenly stung profusely and my eyes closed without my consent. Visions of a dark haired beauty filled my mind until darkness finally overcame me.

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