Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Camilla POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
The next two weeks passed quickly, everyone getting overly excited about the party taking place at the Cullen residence; apparently shit like that just didn't happen often, and gossip spread like wildfire. Did people really have nothing else to talk about? Halloween was that time of year where girls could dress up as controversially as they wanted - and nobody could say a damn thing. I didn't really care for outrageously great cabarets with overtly intimate conveyances of excess amounts of tanned skin, simply because it just wasn't my style. I didn't even buy anything new, except for the pair of heels because they were so fucking cute. The party was on Saturday night, at the Cullen residence, so, of course, on Friday, school was abuzz with excitement, and it was driving me absolutely crazy.
What are you wearing?
Who are you going with?
Do you have a date?
Are any of the Cullen's free?
Can you ask Edward out for me?
Get me a picture of them in their outfit, please, Camilla?
How do we get there? How far is it? What time does it start?
Can we bring booze?
Are you sure I'm invited? Ask again for me?
Can I bring a friend? Can you get me an invite?
Did I have 'asshole' scrawled across my forehead in pretty gold prose? If another person asks me any of these questions, one more time, I will not be able to control my tongue, because honestly, enough was en-fucking-ough. I had barely stepped out of my Spanish II class - my first fucking class of the day - and I thought I was going to either spontaneously combust and obliterate everyone around me, or implode in on myself, and just cease to be. That, or I would take my pen and jam it into the neck of the nearest person.. Who just turned out to be a very chatty, very annoying Amber Brien, in the middle of whatever incessant chatter she seemed to believe I was interested in.
I was not.
Her eyes raking over my outfit, surveying me, and at the same time, analysing my every slight movement, and wailed, her tone high-pitched and clearly artificial, "SO! Do you think that Danny will make it?"
This time, I unable to help the sarcastic roll my eyes, and tighten my hands on my backpack straps, instead of tightening them around her scrawny, thin neck, as she batted her eyelids at a rate that had to have given her some kind of head ache.
"I don't know," I bit out, clearly irritated, if the thrum in my left temple said anything, but, simultaneously, trying to keep my cool, because, honestly, she wasn't worth the trouble that would, undoubtedly come if I said or did anything to her so-called 'reputation' as the head-bitch in charge, however she simply shrugged, and continued her onslaught, ruthlessly, "Well I suppose you wouldn't know, would you? I mean you two aren't a thing. And, besides, you hardly are w-"
That's it.
She's on.
Stopping immediately, interrupting her fucking rant, I span to face her, and stepped forward, into her space, so her back was pressed against the lockers, and I was glaring up at her - damn it, height - and growled, lowly, "Listen to me, and you listen good. Daniel and I aren't together. Never have been. Never will be. But, before you start feelin' yourself, you gotta get it through your thick skull. He. Doesn't. Want. You. So, seriously, the next time my name comes out of your mouth, please, swallow it, because you wont like how I react."
And I was on my way, down the corridor, feeling just as angry as I had as I woke up this morning, but feeling significantly more accomplished now that I had successfully gotten Amber to leave me alone. Break was a similar affair, everyone losing their damned minds over this party - to the point where I couldn't stand it, and I had to leave, if only to go outside and get some fresh air.
It didn't really help that Jasper had been in Alaska since I had slept over at his house, with his sisters. I was worried, and it was disturbing. I didn't know where he was, or if he was even alright, and I didn't know why. We weren't friends, we weren't close, but he.. He just did something to my self control. He destroyed it without even trying. And it was very fucking distracting.
Unwittingly, I overhead Alice tell Clyde that he went up to Alaska to visit family, but the glint in her eye told me that she wasn't being entirely honest. She didn't like him going up there either, and that made me assume someone lived up their that she didn't like him being around. Something inside of me whispered quietly that it was a woman, and my stomach turned at the idea. He didn't strike me as the 'one-woman' kind of guy, but.. There was a sweetness in his eyes. When he hugged me, he was surprisingly snug and firm, even though sometimes he felt like he had been standing out in the cold for hours before he touched me.
I just.. I didn't like the idea of him being with someone else and giving them any kind of romantic attention. Honestly, the thought alone made me sick to my stomach, and I quickly turned away from the conversation.
"You alright, Cam? You look a little green?" Malory asked, concerned for my well-being, and I smiled, unsteadily, and lied, smoothly, "I'm fine, just a little bit of a headache."
She nodded, accepting my excuse as the truth, and sat outside with me, in comfortable silence, before the bell went off, calling us to our second lesson - mine being English Literature, hers being Calculus. After saying a short goodbye, I sauntered away to my second lesson, completely lost in my own world, my mind nearly a million miles away, unconsciously searching for honey-blond curls and large cool hands.
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"Where is your head at, Cher?" Clyde asked, nudging me, slightly, breaking my trance, and I realised that I had been sitting on the sofa for nearly an hour, my plate of food, untouched, in my hands. Blinking, dreamily, I stood, wincing as a few twinges and pains ailed my legs, and hobbled into the kitchen, wrapping up my plate with plastic wrap, and pushed it into the fridge, above the lettuce and other vegetables, for a later date. Probably tonight, honestly.
I hadn't spoken to any of the Cullen women since I had told them about my past, simply because I was worried about the impression I had left with them. Ali had tried, bless her, to talk to me, but.. I just seized up, and stayed quiet until she shuffled away, just as awkwardly as I felt. Unable to help myself, I winced, fractionally, at the embarrassing escapade, and chewed on my lower lip, worrying the piece of skin.
"Sorry, Cly," I mumbled, my hand rubbing over my face, trying to wake myself up, and rang my hands together, hoping the sparks of pain would jolt me awake, "I'm just a little tried, that's all."
His eyes slanted, filled with curiosity, and instead of leaving it alone like he usually would, he asked, "What's going on between you and Ali? She's been weird ever since your slumber party thing.. Did you two get into it, or something? 'Cause I'd really like to know."
"No!" I exclaimed, loudly, and then I flushed in embarrassment, as I stammered, my face heating up, "No.. I.. I told them."
His brow furrowed, for a moment, before his expression smoothed out into something more stoic and hard, making my insides run cold at his expressionless manner, and he asked, "What did they say?"
He was waiting for me to tell him they laughed at me, or they called me names, but they didn't. They were so kind to me, it made my heart hurt. I just had a hard time trusting people and their word - there's not one person in my life that hadn't let me down.
"They were accepting.. I think, but I'm just havin' a little trouble getting' used to people knowing," I stated, scratching the back of my neck. He threw his arm over my shoulder, and pressed a kiss to my forehead, comfortingly.
"Don't worry, Cher, they love you - Ali loves you, she would never judge you."
He was so sure in his girlfriend - I just hopes one day I could feel the same about a partner of mine.
"I hope you're right, Cly, I really do."
He bumped our foreheads together, and asked, "Are you goin' to the Halloween party-thing tomorrow?"
With a purse of my lips, I replied, "Yeah.. I don't want to though."
He chuckled, with a softness in his green eyes, he said, offhandedly, "Ali wants you to show up."
Pursing my lips, I replied, with a quick roll of my eyes, "You don't want me to drink, do you?"
His expression hardened, immediately, and replied, sternly, "Not at all."
"I'm going to anyway, though," I answered, with a smirk, before asking, "You going to drop me off home?"
He blushed, then, and said, "I was hopin' we'd be able to stay over the night?"
Good God!
With a deep frown, I groaned, loudly, feeling my stomach turn in disgust, and whined, "Cly.. If you're talkin' 'bout sex, I promise you, I will puke all over your Chucks."
He bared his teeth at me, in a way that I assumed would be 'menacing', or whatever, and warned, firmly, "You dare," and attacked me in a swarm of tickles that almost had me peeing myself on the spot.
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Saturday 31st October 2020
Waking up that morning, I was just as uncomfortable about tonight as I was when I went to sleep. I didn't really know, nor did I care, about what I was going to wear, and I felt like.. Well, I didn't really want to go. I preferred smaller sized gigs; nice music, chill people, maybe, if you're lucky, a little bit of booze or weed, but beyond that nothing too harsh. Here, everyone was going to be there. From Freshmen to Sophomores, and it was going to be packed to all Hell.
People were going to have sex tonight. Boys will get hands-y, girls will lose their inhibitions. Humiliation will take place tonight, people were going to throw up, others were going to pass out, and, someone was going to hurt themselves. And I felt my stomach turn in anticipation - kind of like when you're going up on a theme park ride, and you're frightened but excited at the same time.
I just didn't know how to feel about it.
If Jasper was going to be there tonight, I might feel a little different, but honestly, I really didn't know.. What I was going to do.
Rose had Em, Ali had Clyde, Bella had Edward, Peter had Char, Malory had Robin, and Leila had Hank. All of my friends had someone else, and I was going to be the 600th wheel tonight, and I wasn't lookin' forward to it.
After about an hour of shuffling around on my bed, I felt my phone begin vibrating, and as I checked my texts, I felt a smile make its way onto my face.
Want me to pick you up tonight? - D
Chuckling to myself, I quickly replied, I'm going with Clyde. Thanks though! - C, and slid out of bed, slipping into my koala slippers, and checking the time. It was nearing half past eleven in the morning, so I had more than enough time to lounge around the house, and do nothing.
The party started around half past seven, and I knew that people were going to be there as soon as, to get all of the gossip and whatnot, but Clyde and I would take our sweet ass time. Not because we liked attention, but because we didn't like to run on another person's schedule.
If we got there n time, then we did, but if we were later, then we were late.
C'est la vie.
Knocking on my brother's door, loudly, I heard him laugh at something, and shuffle off of his bed. He threw open his door, and indicated that he was on the phone with his girl, and I made a bunch of kiss-y noises, and he placed his large hand over my face, and pushed, so I shuffled back a few steps, and laughed, goodnatured and ever-so-real, at my outraged stare.
Slipping into the bathroom, I switched on the shower, and waited until it fluctuated, and remained a constant hot temperature. With a grin, I stepped inside of it, after undressing, and washed my hair, thoroughly, and scrubbed my body until I was squeaky clean. I spent a little extra time in the shower than necessary, but I thought it was nice, taking the time to shave and exfoliate my skin with my favourite teal loofah.
After about half an hour, I stepped out from under the intense spray, I brushed my teeth and washed my face, clean of the grime from last night, and wrapped my body up in a clean, fluffy towel.
"Finally, you're fuckin' done, I thought I was gonna have to shower in the sink, damn it," Clyde growled, lowly, and nudged past me as he slipped into the bathroom.
Absolute jack-hole.
Quietly, I padded back into my bedroom, checking the time once more, and found that it was nearly midday. I threw on clean underwear, a pair of shorts, sandals and a vest, because the weather was being pretty today, and I decided to go out into the back garden for a few hours to sunbathe. Picking up my iPod, and my wireless docked speakers, and picked up a bottle of ice-cold water from the fridge as I walked through the kitchen and into the garden, kicking my feet up on the green, plush bench-chair, sunglasses perched on my petite nose, and a sigh on my lips.
This was the life.
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