Ugh srry ppl I read all my chapters and I realized- I suck ! I will try to make longer and better chapters ! I promise!

Chapter3!!!!!!!!!!!!!! soory its short- im posting at this second

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I shifted in my seat. My mouth was watering for the food I could smell from all the way in the kitchen. I wasn't fat, not at all. I work out when ever I have time. Today was gonna be a long day, so I might as well fill myself up.
Finally Emily put the plates in front of us.I noticed all the men had three times the amount as me , Rachel, And Emily had. "Wow, what next, the men would go McDonald's and rip off the poor hungry kids?", I muttered under my breath. Emily and Rachel cracked up, whereas the men looked highly offended, but Embry stared at me with a lost expression. I blushed hard, a tomato had nothing on me now.

"That is a horrible thing to say to a man", Jacob said, he pretended to be prissy.

"Well Mr. Mcdonald's Fucked Me Up, you shouldn't eat as much, cuz when your thirty, your gonna have a real hard time running.", I shot. Emily and Rachel laughed so hard, I swear I saw tears. Embry was laughing under his breath. Everybody else was trying not to laugh.

"Gosh, rude much",Jake said dramatically. I giggled. I tried to cram all the food in my mouth, and swallowed then took a long drink of orange juice to wash it down.I stood up.

"OK I gotta go house hunting", I said.

"Your gonna stay in La Push?", Embry asked, his face concerned.

"Yeah, I'm planning to for a while"

"Oh , OK , good luck", I smiled and waved goodbye to everybody.

"Thanks for the food Emily,you should be a pro chef"

And with that, I left. I had no real game- plan, so I had to walk all the way to the damn auto place. I wondered how the hell I was going to find a house when I really didn't trust the banks.I had about thirty minutes of walking to do to get to the shop, and I wanted to look good, so I couldn't run. I sighed and speed walked.I had a strange feeling of someone watching me, I just couldn't put my finger right to it.I shook away my paranoia and walked. I just felt like going to the gun range,I wanted to so damn bd, but I'm a adult so, do what an adult does- no fun, all work. I missed my brother Cole, I swear he would have me doubled over in laughter right now , over some damn joke.I sighed, Cole was 26 and he is steady with his girlfriend. He had multiple girlfriends- he's very good looking- in the time period of one year.I hated each, they were all stupid blond's, it's not a stereotype, but really I noticed that lots of blonde's are bitches. I heard leaves rustle.I tensed, ready to use a can of some serious kick ass. Instead, a cold finger tapped my shoulder.

"Hello Jordan, it's odd to see you again", Tristan said.I sighed in relief[ if you have noticed, sighing is my fave thing]

"Hey Tristan, ditto"Tristan laughed , my brain seemed hazed at the moment, it was so enchanting.

"Where are you heading?"

"I'm gonna go pick up my cruiser"

"May I escort you there, I was walking for morning exercise."

"Yeah, sure", for the moment, I hated myself, Why am I surrendering to and unbelievably beautiful man. I have probably given up my will power.

We walked, he was smooth and swift. He was staring at me , and sometimes if I saw right, my neck. I looked at the floor, pretending to be interested with the autumn leaves, being pushed around by the wind.

"So Jordan, has your stay here been good?", he asked. I was surprised for a moment, we didn't talk for almost ten mintutes. I nodded my head.

"Would you like me to also escort you to breakfast?"

"No thank you Tristan, I ate at a friend's house", I said. Tristan nodded his head and continued to stare at stayed five inches from each other. Soon enough, we lost two inches . I sighed every so often, wishing would just go, it was my thinking time, where I thought about what troubles me. But now I can't now thats he is here. I get distracted by his looks, and his voice.

"So, do you live around here?", I asked, wanting to hear his soft voice.

"Yes, I live around Port Angeles", he replied curtly.

"Thats far away thats far away though,why would you come all the way here?", I asked, puzzled. Port Angeles was an hour and a half from here.

"I had this feeling you would be around here, so I came here to exercise. I wanted to see you again.", he took in a deep breath, as if the air was the most delicious thing on earth.

"Thats sweet, thanks", I said eyes gleamed, and my heart melted.

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Soon enough, We got to the repair shop- also known as Dowlings- and I was given an extremely large bill. To my great embarrassment,Tristan payed the $240 fee.

"It's ok.", he reassured me as I stuttered for him to stop.

Soon we separated , I with my cruiser, and he just ran home,- really, I just don't understand men-, I canceled my plan of going to look for a home, to go to the shooting range and the police station to finish all of my errands.