It being summer, I wasn't completely alone while I waited for the cinema attendant to appear to take my money. Some of the kids from my classes had wandered into town and I could hear the whispers and snickers drifting my way. The loudest of them all was Dylan. He's Edward's size, which makes me wonder how many times he's been held back in ninth grade since he looks about seventeen or eighteen. We got off on the wrong foot almost immediately my third day of classes, how you ask? Simple, I didn't let him shove me into a locker after he demanded the lunch money that I did not have.
To this day Emmett still apologizes over and over for the whole thing. Since it was to be my first time through an American school and my first time back in school in nearly ten years to begin with Carlisle and Esme wanted to make sure that my siblings were with me at all times, mainly because my parents were afraid I would be trampled and or lost during the first day, being so used to a typically organized and orderly British form of schooling. Carlisle apparently never saw my school during an air-raid drill, nothing demonstrates chaos like a British school during a air-raid drill.
I was in class with at least one of my siblings throughout the day and the class right before lunch was history with Emmett. The bell had rung and I made a beeline for the door expecting Emmett to be right behind me, however the teacher pulled Emmett aside for some reason and I hadn't realized he wasn't with me until I was in the hall. I had tried to move off to the side of the oncoming students to wait for my brother, when Dylan showed up.
He hadn't tried anything before this, mainly because of Emmett always being with me. But the minute he realized I was without my bodyguard he moved in. First thing he did was make fun of my accent, something I've gotten quite used too. When that failed to get a reaction out of me, he demanded my lunch money. Now at that point I was honestly trying not to laugh, the whole thing was comical to me, unfortunately Dylan saw me trying not to laugh and took offense.
Instead of waiting for the lunch money he would never receive, he picked me up and tried to shove me in an open locker, devoid of anyone's belongings and unfortunately just big enough for my small frame to fit into.
I knew I had to beware of my own strength and knew that I could easily hurt Dylan and the locker itself but I also knew I had to do something or it was going to be a long school year. Minding my strength I leaned against the locker's back and with my feet gently shoved Dylan in the chest. Now when I say gently it was as gentle as I could possible do, but I'm sure it still left a decent bruise on Dylan's body in the shape of my loafers. It was also enough to knock him to the floor where a handful of students accidentally tripped over him causing a domino effect in the hallway.
Emmett came out of the classroom just as the pileup was reaching epic proportions. Emmett didn't even need to ask what had happened, he could guess and quickly grabbed me from the locker and hurried me down the hall to the cafeteria where Edward and Rosalie were waiting for us.
The entire school year Dylan had it in for me, but he also never got the chance to get near me since Emmett, Rosalie, and Edward all refused to leave my side the rest of the year, especially Em. Even when he didn't have class with me, he would be waiting outside my classroom. I did have some classes with Edward and Rosalie as well, but that didn't matter it was always Emmett who showed me to escort me to my next class.
Emmett also used his at times terrifying look on Dylan whenever the guy even glanced at me. I think Dylan figured it was best to leave me alone at least physically because I could read his profile he's terrified of Emmett, most of the student body is.
That didn't stop Dylan from making his snide comments and still being an overall prat, but at least I didn't have to worry 'bout being shoved into a locker, which was a good thing for Dylan because with Emmett, Edward, and Rosalie being overprotective especially after the first incident, I knew Dylan didn't stand a chance against my siblings.
But now standing in front of the cinema I could feel Dylan and his mates glaring at me. I did my best to ignore them, but my profile kept screaming at me, warning me to keep my guard up.
"Well, well, if it isn't our fine British classmate, top of the morning to you laddie. How is this summer holiday treating you?" Dylan called from behind me I took a deep breath and tried to ignore him. With everything that had happened between Edward and Jasper, and how I had blown up verbally at Edward, defending Jasper a guy I still didn't completely trust over a guy who had been my brother for a decade now, I knew my temper was still going strong at that moment and it would be more difficult to keep my mouth shut. "I think the little Dweebs trying to ignore us. Or do you think your too good to speak to the lowly likes of us, you being from a fine upper class establishment." I wondered for a second if Dylan even knew what establishment meant and if he realized how stupid he sounded. "so mommy and daddy let you come down to the movies all by yourself? I didn't think they'd ever let you out of the house without that ape of a brother of yours."
I clenched my fists tight and felt a growl slip in the back of my throat. The lady for the cinema better get here quick, Dylan was hitting the right buttons and I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to ignore him.
"You know his brother may be an ape…but that sister of his is one fine looker, what a dish."
5…think of the ocean…4…deep underwater… Dylan and his buddies were crossing the line I could feel where the comments were heading and I knew if they went there I wouldn't be able to hold back, I would not allow my siblings especially not my sister to be degraded in front of me.
But I also knew there was no way I could physically hurt Dylan and his buddies. Not only would it go against what Carlisle expected of us, but I might actually kill Dylan without meaning too, not only that but I would potentially expose what I am. I suddenly realized what the phrase between a rock and a hard place meant.
"Yeah she is, I'd nail that blonde honey in a-" those words were barely out of Dylan's mouth when I rounded on him. I snarled at him, pouncing as I grabbed a fist full of his jacket, my strong fingers tearing through the material as I pulled him down to my height. The bully and his pals were so shocked by my reaction no one moved.
"Listen to me you overgrown Neanderthal and you better bloody listen good!" I hissed loud enough for Dylan and his friends to hear me properly. "Say what you will 'bout me and even if this means you will make my remaining time in your pathetic bloody town a bloody nightmare everyday then that's fine by me. But if you or any these sorry excuse for humans that you call friends ever mention my sister, if you ever look at her, think about her, speak to her, even if its just to excuse yourself for being a moronic waste of breathable air, I will rip your bloody extremities off one by one and feed them to you and your friends you bastard. And if any of you, EVER come near her and even dare to touch her even by accident in the hallway it will be the last thing you ever do as a form of life because you will be dead where you stand and shaking hands with Satan himself 'fore you know you are even dead. Now bugger off 'fore I start with the same bloody hand that you wipe yer arse with!"
I gave Dylan a shove backwards as I released his shirt, he stumbled past a few of his friends before landing on his rear in a puddle from the recent downpour. Normally his mates would've been beside themselves with laughter at even bully Dylan's misfortune, but they were all to stunned by my reaction to do anything but stare. Considering how this could've turned out I figured I was being pretty diplomatic 'bout the whole thing. Carlisle would be proud of me…probably not proud of my language or threats, but the fact that all I had done to Dylan was push him into a puddle.
I smoothed out my jacket and dug deep into my pockets to pull out my money just as the attendant appeared in the booth.
She was staring at Dylan and his friends as he scrambled to his feet, obviously embarrassed that he had gotten knocked on his ass by Chris Cullen, the weird British kid who had to be younger then everyone had been told, with the overprotective family.
"Uh…can…"
"One please," I slipped my money to her and though she was still a bit startled at what she had just witnessed she handed my ticket and change quickly and ushered me into the cinema.
As I took my seat way in the back of the cinema I crossed my arms smugly, I had defended my sister's honor, shown my own personal bully that I was not one to be messed with, I was not weak and I had done so without actually killing him like I would've liked too.
I felt my stomach drop at that thought, I had wanted to kill Dylan, not just for what he had said about Rosalie, but just in general. It was the first time I had ever felt that, I'd had no desire to kill anyone, I've had a few near slip ups since I became a vampire, but I had never acted on that instinct not once in a decade. But I had nearly given in, I could've killed Dylan and not even regretted it for a moment, but now that I was sitting here, alone with my thoughts that had changed I would've regretted it. Because as lowly as Dylan is for a life-form, he is still a human being that deserved a life.
I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. I didn't regret my words nor my actions I was simply defending my family and no one was hurt except maybe Dylan's ego and that being hurt I could certainly live with. It also got me thinking about Jasper and how he had reacted to Edward's taunts, he had been defending Alice the only way he knew how which was through violent means and I had been defending Rosalie by nearly the same means. I now saw Jasper in a new light, my profiling ability had always allowed me to see the world different from everyone else and now it was showing me Jasper as not a killer a mindless killing machine, but rather someone like any of us Cullens could be, just more controlled by his instincts than most of us typically are.
A/N: Ok, that be it for those chapters, next upload I will try to have by the weekend, but classes are really picking up lately and I can't promise anything aside from my trying. So bear with me on this and the New Moon fic, I will update as often as I can around classes. Thanks for all your support guys I appreciate it! Till next time!
