Okay, so this is short and… not good?
"CAT!" Seth yelled, coming over and bear hugging me.
"Hey! I didn't know you guys would be here!" I exclaimed with a short laugh.
"Come on, it's alright. I won't let him hurt you." I said to my brother while helping him out of the car. He clung to my hand and my leg nervously, and I didn't blame him. Paul was a big kid. I frowned lightly but didn't tell him to get off.
"Seth? Can you grab the cookies out of the car?" I asked him and he did so willingly, carrying the four trays of cookies with ease. Only minutes ago I was struggling to hold one. I'm so weak.
"Emily! They're here!" Seth yelled as he lead us into the house. My brother still clingged to my leg desperately. When he saw Paul sitting in a chair by the door, my bother turned his face into my side. I just narrowed my eyes at Paul, who glared back at me. How dare he scare my brother like that!
"Cat! Hey! How are you? Take a seat please!" Emily greeted as she walked in from the kitchen. I sat on the couch in between Seth and Leah, my brother securely on my lap.
"Um…Cat?" Jacob asked, I looked at him questioningly. "Is that kid…yours?" He asked shyly, blushing afterwards. I couldn't help but smile and laugh a little.
"No. He's my brother." I told him. A lot of people seemed to think Ryan was my son, only because I loved him so much. They all seemed relieved by this information.
The next fifteen minutes were spent with people in the house asking me all types of different questions, and me answering them. Questions like, 'where did you grow up?' or 'how old are you?' or 'what's your favorite color?'
I answered them all true fully. Not bothering to lie. There was nothing I was trying to hid. Except for the thing about my father, but no one asked about him or my mom, so the conversation was kept light.
Seth was being really nice to Ryan, which only made me like him more. I could sense that Seth knew how uncomfortable it is to be the youngest.
"So why did you guys move here anyway?" Embry asked, seeming genuallly curious.
"Just visiting." I spat out, way too soon. Everyone looked at me, some with eye brows raised. They obviously didn't buy it.
"Oh? Okay." I head Quill mumble dumbly. I smiled a fake smile, feeling my throat constrict, and me pushing down the tears that were forming in my eyes. I didn't want to talk about why I was here. I wasn't embarrassed, or ashamed, I was just so scared. If I told them, they would, no doubt see me cry. And I didn't want that.
"So…off to the bon fire then?" Seth asked, jumping up and grabbing Ryan in his arms. He threw Ryan over his shoulder before running out the door.
"To the bonfire!" Ryan called happily. I smiled, happy that Ryan was having a good time.
"Look Cat. This is where me and you played yesterday." Ryan announced happily as we all walked down the beach towards the fire. Seth was still holding him over his shoulder and I could barely make out his words.
"Yeah! I remember." I said while lifting him off of Seth's shoulder. He was a lot heavier the Seth made him out to be, so when I picked him up, we both fell to the ground. As soon as I hit the ground I was crying from laughter. Of course weak little me would drop her little brother on herself.
"Are you alright! Why would you do that! You could have been hurt!" Paul screamed frantically, pulling me and my brother to our feet. My brother just starred at him, obviously scared out of his mind. I would be too if some giant guy pushed me down earlier.
"We're fine." I said with a laugh. I may not have liked Paul, and I may not be nice to him, but I would still be somewhat polite.
"Catherine?" I looked up and away from the fire where Seth and Ryan were playing to see Paul standing over me.
"It's Cat. And what do you want?" I said a little too sourly.
"I-I Just wanted to talk to you for a minute…please?" He looked desperate so with a sigh I got up and followed him down the beach. I have to admit. He was handsome as sin. Not that I would tell anyone that.
"What do you want?" I repeated, trying to act bored with what ever he was going to say.
"Um…well…I just wanted to know if you maybe wanted to like…I don't know…go out with me sometime or something?" His voice was quick and mumbled and I don't think I heard him right.
"Um…sorry, but I can't really do that…" I trailed off, thinking about what my father said about not letting boys take advantage of you. And from what I heard about Paul, that was all he did. He seemed rather upset about that.
"Well why the hell not?" He insisted quite rudely. I wanted to slap him. Who did he think he was acting like that?
"What do you care? I said no, okay? So that means no." I said sternly walking back to the fire. Was this guy crazy? He pushes my brother down, and then insults me, then to top it all off, he asks me out?
"Wait! I'm sorry. Just…please? I know you said we can't go out…but can we just go get something to eat…maybe tomorrow for dinner? As friends?" And I made a big mistake of looking in his eyes. His puppy dog, sad face, eyes. And like I said before, I can't say no to the sad face.
"Okay. But we're going to lunch, not dinner. Dates go to dinner. Friends go to lunch." I sighed reluctantly. I kind of hated this guy a little. I mean, using my weakness against me like that? This guy was such a butt face.