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I followed Emily around the store, my mind not really on the task at hand. I simply nodded and agreed with every food item she held up for me, I hadn't the faintest idea what she had bought for me to eat because the whole time my mind had been lingering on a subject I didn't want to linger on, Paul. I had never in my life met anyone as rude as him, especially not someone I hadn't done anything to. If I had annoyed him, or been nasty to him first then maybe his behaviour could be excused but the guy didn't know me. I was a stranger to him yet he seemed ok with acting like an absolute ass to me and the other guys just shrugged it off as if it were his normal behaviour. Which again, is undeniably rude and arrogant of him if he goes around treating everyone like they are not worth his time?
Part of me wanted to appreciate the fact he had given me his breakfast this morning, but then the other half of me knew he had only done it to stop whatever childish moment Sam had been having and he had not only slammed it down in front of me but then proceeded to clench his fists as if he were refraining from hitting me before storming from the house like a child having a tantrum.
I just didn't understand him. I didn't know why I cared so much but he bothered me, he really bothered me.
"Savannah" Emily called out bringing me back from my Paul trance. I glanced over at her, she was on the other side of the aisle to me and was holding up what looked like tofu, I scrunched my nose. I hated that stuff, I may not eat meat but I didn't want to eat cardboard either. "I am out of ideas what to cook you then" She placed it back down and turned to me, she looked deflated as she walked back to where I stood with the cart. We weren't in La Push, we had driven easily an hour to get to this grocery store, apparently the one in La Push was tiny and the one in Forks not much better, so here we were.
"I just eat what everyone else does minus the meat, honestly I don't need special foods Emily" I shrugged at her, she was trying to be nice and make me feel at home but this vegetarian thing was throwing her.
"But I cook meat and potatoes for the guys, you can't live off potatoes. What do you eat normally?" She whined a little as she fished for more ideas, she meant what did I eat back home. My stomach dropped in its usual painful way and I had to look away from her, even something as simple as telling her what I ate hurt because it related to my mother. I shrugged a little and heard her huff as she pushed the cart up the aisle.
I had to say something; she was being kinder than she needed to be. "Mostly things like vegetarian lasagne, or pasta with a tomato sauce. Broccoli and cheese bake, that's my favourite. But I am happy with a plate of fries, I'm vegetarian but I don't normally watch what I eat. As you can tell" I signalled over my body, I wasn't stick thin, I wasn't fat but I wasn't stick thin. Much to the annoyance of my dance teachers, they always wanted a tiny girl who could be thrown around with ease, Kyle always managed just fine. Like I said, I wasn't fat, I unlike the other dancers had an extra layer to me, I wasn't a size zero. I had shape, I had an ass and I was damn proud of it.
"I can do those things, and don't get me started. You are perfect the way you are and don't mention weight issues around the guys, they will be shoving candy bars down your neck faster than you can say diet" She smiled at me before walking off toward the vegetable section. I couldn't be bothered to rectify it with her that I didn't actually think I was fat and so I took her advice and walked after her, simply watching as she piled vegetables into the cart. It didn't take long for my mind to wonder back to ass face. He didn't have an ass face; he was quite beautiful, too beautiful. I lingered too long on his face when I saw him, he was the most handsome guy I had ever met but I wouldn't crush on him, I couldn't because of his bad attitude.
I stayed silent as Emily paid and bagged the shopping up; she was eyeing me up suspiciously as we left the store and crammed everything into her little car. It was an old car, it clunked as she drove it but she didn't seem bothered. I guess I was just used to seeing newer cars, back in Chicago most of the kids in my school had huge big truck like cars, mostly brand new of course. I never learnt how to drive, mom couldn't afford it and I wasn't that bothered. I wasn't materialistic, all I needed was my dance shoes and a beat and I was happy.
We hit the trees of La Push before I fully realised we had been driving that long, Emily was silent but I felt her watching me now and then. We slowed down as we reached a bend in the road and I glanced at Emily to see her not even looking at the road but at the trees, a fond smile on her face as she looked. It was like she had seen someone she knew but when I looked there was no one there. She let her eyes go back on the road but her smile didn't fade, she was smiling for no reason. She was a kind and happy woman but that was going too far, she couldn't be happy because she saw the trees surely?
"Savannah, I invited Kim over for dinner tonight. Sam is at work and so is Jared so I figured we could have a girls night. Would that be ok with you?" She glanced at me now noticing that I had been watching her, her smile dropped and I knew I had made her self conscious but I hadn't been looking at her scars, she had just confused me. She had literally smiled at the trees. I nodded a little not really thinking about what she said, then it struck me that I had no idea what Sam worked as.
"What do they do?" I looked back at the woman next to me, her body went a little stiff and her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter but she quickly put a smile on her face and the little car sped up.
"They umm do some work for the tribe, mostly handy work but at nights they do a sort of security. They just check the res out, make sure everything is ok. They are saving up to start their own business in home jobs, like decorating or handy man work. It doesn't pay great but it is ok for now. Sam does a lot of night shifts which I hate but I suppose it's better now your here, I won't be alone at night. It's a small house but I am such a wimp" She chuckled a little, her voice easing up as she continued her words. He worked for the tribe, he had an air of importance around him. I had noticed it even in his voice when we used to talk on the phone. About a year ago, maybe more than that he had changed, his voice had gotten lower, more serious and authoritive. Even over the phone. I guess he was important to his tribe; they obviously were to him because he had a tribal tattoo on his arm.
That was cool I suppose, tribe spirit and all that. I had never known much about my Quileute background or even that I was Quileute until I was maybe nine when some girl made a comment about my mixed ethnicity and I questioned mom on why I was darker than the other girls and why Sam was dark skinned too, she then tried explaining as best she could but she didn't know anything about the Quileute's. Mom had got pregnant only three weeks after meeting Josh Uley, she had fallen head over heels for him at the tender age of 18. She fell for his good looks and tanned skin, apparently he was a real charmer and the fact he was older than her sealed the deal, he made her feel different to what the other boys at her school did. He bailed when she found out she was pregnant though, I never knew why she used his surname for me, part of me thought that she hoped if she named me after him he would suddenly become interested in me but she had never admitted that. He didn't ever become interested though and not long after I was born she went looking for him only to find out he had left a wife and son behind in La Push before knocking her up. She contacted Sam's mother, she disliked my mom at first but from what my mom told me she then took pity on the teenage girl who had been left by the same man who also screwed her over. They decided to keep in touch, let Sam and I know each other which I was grateful for. I liked the fact I had a big brother, even if I barely knew him. Maybe now I would learn about my background, mom could never tell me much because she didn't really know that much.
The guys last night talked a bit about the tribal histories, a few mentioned the stories and the little girl Nessie had seemed intent on hearing them all over again but was told she had to wait for a man named Billy. I guess they had their own traditions of telling the histories. The guys all had the same tattoo as Sam, I had noticed it last night. They were all dressed in simple t-shirts but the arms were stretched against their muscles and I could see bits of the tattoo poking out of each one, even Seth had one. I couldn't tell if the younger two did, they were in hoodies but Seth was only 14/15.
"How come Sam's friends with all the younger guys, aren't they all stupidly younger than him?" I had found it slightly weird, Brady and Collin were no older than 14 yet they hung out with grown men. Emily shrugged a little before turning into a small dirty track that led to her house.
"The Quileute's are a small tribe, they look after one another and a lot of the younger ones look up to Sam, Jared and Paul. I guess they don't mind if it means they are on the right track you know?"
I couldn't help but snort as she said Paul, he was an ass. How could anyone look up to him? He would turn Seth into a horrible mini Paul if he spent too much time with him, although Seth was far too nice for that.
"What?" She seemed a little started by the sound I had made and pulled to a stop outside her house, she was looking at me a little taken aback.
"It's just that Paul is an asshole, I couldn't imagine anyone looking up to him" I regretted it as soon as I said it, he was her friend and I just insulted him. Her face fell into a serious look, like she was thinking through my words and I slapped my hand to my mouth. "I'm sorry" I squeaked and went to get out of the car but she started laughing.
"Don't worry, Paul can be a handful at times but he has a big heart deep down. You just have to give him a chance to show it. He would never see any harm come to the boys or to Kim and I for that matter, he's ok when you get to know him" She nodded reassuringly at me and I had to bite back my urge to laugh, I couldn't imagine Paul having a big heart. He was too arrogant and angry for that, but she knew him better than me so maybe she was right. I doubted it, but I guess I would see over time.
"I could ask Sam to talk to him if he's bothering you?" Emily shouted out to me as she unloaded the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, it took me a second to understand who she meant and when I did I quickly shook my head. That would make it worse, I shouldn't even be bothered by the guy let alone running to Sam because he's slightly mean to me. He hasn't even been mean, he's just not been friendly.
"No it's fine, he just seems a little intimidating but like you said, he will be ok when I get to know him more" I dropped my bags next to her and gave her a brief smile but it was forced. I didn't want to get to know Paul. He was someone I would rather distance myself from. Yet, I couldn't find a way to stop the niggling thoughts annoying me. The niggling thoughts that always brought me back to him.