A/N: First of all I'd like to say that AH AM TIRED! It's currently 3:28 AM. The things I do for you guys, jeez. -rolls eyes- Just kidding, I do it because I love you. So, I had a funny earlier. I was sitting on my bed in my Domo-kun beanie (because I'm cold natured and my house is always freezing) and work shirt (because I got off early), going off to a friend about wolf spit. "IT'S MAH WULFF SPEET!" I yelled like a drunken foot, I mean fool (dang typos), because it seems someone stole my magical powers of wolf spit idea. I was a tad miffed at first, but was soon reduced to a fit of giggles stage of tiredness. I have now reached the I-feel-like-I'm-going-to-puke-if-I-don't-sleep stage, but I don't think you really care. You just want your Jake loving. Jerks. -sniffle- Just kidding. Does anyone else's cat have spaz attacks in their sleep? Mine has these random twitchy fits. I freaked out and thought she was having a seizure the first time I saw it, but she does it regularly and only when she sleeps. :/
MySoCalledGothSide: Dude, I totally know what you mean by staying up reading fanfiction until way past 5 AM. I'm happy that my story is actually good enough for someone to do that, although I am sad that you missed out on your sleep. Do try to sleep more, or you will develop unhealthy sleeping habits, like myself. DX The story will still be there in the morning, I promise!
12: No don't rip your soul into a billion pieces! I promise it will be okay!
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To everyone else, you know you're awesome, no need for me to tell you. I was slightly frightened by the amount of cursing at Paul and Bella I got, but happy nonetheless. I'm sorry this chapter is crap. T_T I blame my burning eyeballs. Thanks so much guys! I talk too much. T_T
Chapter 13
Jacob and I stared at each other for a moment, each waiting for the other to begin. The dragons were flying around in my belly, but it wasn't because I was particularly enamored by Jacob's perfectly sculpted body lying in front of me.
Okay maybe just a little. There was one love dragon to every four oh-crap-he's-going-to-kick-your-butt dragons. I probably sound a little crazy. I promise I'm not. I think. Crazy people don't know they're crazy, so maybe I really am crazy and everyone but me knows it and—
"So…want to start by telling me what happened from your point of view?" Jacob said, interrupting my train wreck of thought. I shook my head to clear it, then pulled my jacket tighter around me. I took a deep breath and asked, "Where do you want me to start?"
He thought for a moment.
"Start with Friday night after you got home," he said finally.
I told him about Paul knocking on my window and borrowing some shorts, then trying to almost rape me before he (Jacob) jumped in and saved the day. I told him that I got worried after we got off the phone because I had seen him drag Paul off as a human while he was in wolf form, and then about me finding Paul and being mad at him for nearly killing the guy. His face fell harder the more I talked, and when I got to the part about giving Paul my bed for the night he started shaking.
"You let a guy that almost raped you sleep in your bed? In the same room?" he gasped in disbelief. I nodded grimly, not wanting to tell him that I had actually slept in the same bed as said almost-rapist, but did anyway. His face grew angry and he slid off the bike to pace back and forth over the dried, yellow grass.
"He guilt tripped me into it, but it was my own stupid fault for actually lying down beside him, because then he wouldn't let go so I had to sleep with him. I blame myself for being an idiot, but I didn't think too much of it because we used to sleep together all the time when we were kids," I mumbled, watching his feet. He stopped suddenly and laughed, then shook his head.
"A few things have changed since you were kids. They're called hormones, ever heard of them?" he snapped. I flinched and he smacked himself.
"I'm sorry, that was dumb. Of course you wouldn't think anything of sleeping with your childhood friend," he grumbled, beginning his pacing again. I took another breath and then went on about the next day, how I walked in just I time to hear Paul say that he loved me.
"I was really confused," I said. He stopped pacing again and stared at me, trying to guard his expression but I could see the pain in his eyes.
"Do you love Paul?" he asked, his voice shaking.
I was taken aback by the question, but immediately knew the answer.
"No," I said, "I mean I do as a friend, but nothing more. I had a crush on him all my life, but when my feelings got too strong for me to handle I stopped being friends with him. I knew that we wouldn't be right for each other even though we're so similar at times. He's just…" I trailed off, looking for the right words.
"Just Paul," Jacob answered for me, flashing a tight smile. I smiled and nodded.
"Right."
I went on to explain how the rest of the day played out, with Paul saying that I didn't have to be with my imprinter, but then taking up for Jacob and telling me he was a good guy. He winced when I got to the part about Paul grabbing me and moving his face so that I kissed him flat on the mouth instead of on the cheek. His shoulders trembled and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, mumbling things I could barely hear. I caught the words, "ass," "imprint," and "kill," which did not sound like he was thinking of taking an enjoyable walk in the park while sipping sweet tea or something.
"Then he said that he wanted a real kiss, from me to him. I said no, that he had his fun, but then he said he could make me do whatever he wanted. Which he did, I guess, because I found myself wanting to kiss him too. I guess…I was just mad and confused and…stupid," I finished lamely.
"You're not stupid," Jacob mumbled. I shrugged.
"Stupidity is in the eye of the beholder," I reasoned. He snorted.
"That's beauty, you goofball," he corrected, coming to sit down on the bike again. He gazed off into the distance for a while, staring at nothing in particular. After a few minutes he sighed and looked down at the grass, then back at me.
"So basically what it all boils down to is if you're in love with Paul," he said, his eyes narrowed against the sunlight filtering in through the clouds. I frowned.
"I told you I didn't," I replied.
"Yeah, but it sort of seems that way. I understand, you guys have been friends forever, it's only natural that you love him. Me coming along and imprinting on you shouldn't change that. Maybe you should go on a few dates with him to sort your feelings out and see if he's what you want."
"But—"
He held up his hand to silence me.
"If you find that you are in love with him, I'll leave you alone and just be your friend. I will sacrifice my feelings as long as I get to see you happy. Like I said, an imprint doesn't have to be a lover."
He stared at me with a determined look in his eyes, like he was willing himself not to love me. I felt my heart break into a million tiny pieces as I looked at him.
He is good, too good for someone like me to be with. I don't understand how someone so innately perfect could have imprinted on me. I am nobody, just another girl on a reservation in Washington that does nothing important, doesn't really have any friends, and has no particular dreams or goals. Jacob is a protector, he saves so many lives and gets no thanks for it but does it anyway. He is sunshine, he is smiling, and beautiful, and pure and just good.
"Ina, why are you crying?" Jacob's voice asked, floating through the fog of my brain. I looked up at him in confusion and touched my face to find that it was wet and cold from tears. I sniffed and quickly wiped them away, looking down in embarrassment.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently, tipping my face up with his finger. I shook my head, not trusting my voice to say anything. He sighed and hugged me, his chin resting on the top of my head.
"Whatever you decide, I'm always here for you. You'll always be my Ina," he whispered. He pressed a warm kiss against my forehead and turned around, starting the bike back up. I tried to give him his shirt back but he smiled and shook his head.
"You keep it," he said over his shoulder. I nodded and removed my jacket so I could put it on over my clothes, worried that it would fly away if I just held on to it. He waited until I was holding on to him to set off.
I pressed my fingers into his skin to keep them warm as we flew down the road once more. My cheek rested against his back, tears steaming against his overheated flesh. I felt empty inside, like a big hole had been blasted through me and was letting the freezing wind blow through it. I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew that whatever it was could not be without Jake.
We soon reached my house and I finally realized how silly we probably looked. A big, buff, shirtless guy driving some weeping girl around with him on a motorcycle when it was negative five million degrees outside (yes, it is possible to beat absolute zero. Don't question). I swung my leg over the seat and got off.
"You sure you don't need this?" I asked, tugging on his shirt. He smiled.
"You keep it as something to remember me by," he answered. I blushed and nodded, and he drove off. I watched him until he got to the end of the street, then looked back at my house. I didn't really feel like being interrogated by my mother, who was most likely peeking out the window, so I walked down the sidewalk instead. When I got to Paul's house I stood in front of it for a moment, debating whether or not to go talk to him. I didn't have much time to think, however, as the door suddenly opened and out stalked an angry Paul.
"We need to talk," he hissed, clamping his hand around my arm in an iron grip and dragging me into his house. He threw me down on the couch and stood with his arms crossed, fuming.
"What the hell did you mean by kicking me in the balls?" he growled.
"You wouldn't move," I said, shrugging.
He set off ranting and I just picked at my fingernails until he was done. I heard him panting heavily and looked up to see him slumped against the wall.
"Were you even listening?" he asked. I pretended to think about it.
"Nope," I said honestly. He sighed and flopped his head back against the wall. I bit my lip and thought for a moment.
"Jake says I should go on a date with you to sort out my feelings," I said finally. His head snapped up and he looked at me in amusement.
"I was wondering why you stunk like him," he mused. "So, you do have feelings for me then?"
He crawled closer and set his chin on my knee, looking up at me. I shrugged, not knowing what to say. He smiled widely and climbed up beside me on the couch, then bumped his shoulder against mine.
"Come on, I don't bite," he chuckled.
"I bet to differ, sir," I said, pulling the collar of my shirts down to reveal the bruise he had left right under my collar bone.
"It was only that one time!" he said defensively. "And I wasn't in my right mind."
"I don't think you're ever in your right mind."
He scoffed and bumped his shoulder against me again, then smiled and leaned in close. My heart skipped a beat and I gulped, waiting for him to try something.
"Only around you," he whispered in my ear.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. It was odd how he could go from angry to flirt in point five seconds flat. I thought about what Jake had said, about dating Paul to sort my feelings out. I wasn't sure if there were any feelings other than lust, I supposed, because I only seemed attracted to Paul when he was close. I didn't really think about it any other time.
He was incredibly handsome, that I couldn't deny. Tall and muscular, caramel colored eyes with flecks of dark brown and gold, high cheekbones, perfect lips, Paul had always been beautiful. I studied his face intently, but only felt a slight fluttering in my stomach that was nothing compared to the rampaging dragons Jake made me feel. I stared into his eyes, searching for some kind of answer. I saw lust, most definitely, a raw hunger that tinted his irises and made the dark brown stand out even more. I saw confusion, uncertainty as he leaned in a little closer and tilted his head to the right, eyes flickering down to my lips.
"Paul?" I whispered.
"Yeah?"
"I just need to see something real quick," I breathed, closing the distance between us. He was shocked at first but soon started moving his lips against my own. My heart raced in my chest as he gently pushed me down to the couch and raised my arms above my head, then skimmed his searing hands down my sides. His lips were soft and so hot I almost couldn't stand it, it seemed his body heat intensified the more he got into it. The kiss was as hungry and desperate as the one before, but the feeling was still the same. It still didn't feel like it was right. It felt like an empty promise, a lie, something that was driven by pure desire and nothing more.
We jumped as the front door opened and heard something crashing to the ground. Paul quickly got off and smoothed his clothes out, then looked at me and grinned.
"Oh my," said Mrs. Meraz, a quirky smile on her face. She picked up the grocery bags she had dropped and scuttled into the kitchen, grinning like a demented Cheshire cat. I think her dreams just came true.
Paul took my hand and stood up, bringing me with him. He squeezed my waist and pulled me against him, nuzzling my neck for a moment before nipping my earlobe. I blushed to my very toes and tensed up.
"Want to take this somewhere more private?" he whispered huskily. I had to think quickly to get out of it without hurting his feelings, since I was the one that initiated it. It hit me and I wanted to laugh, and felt quite evil for it.
"Paul how many girls have you done this to?" I asked, feigning contempt. He pulled back, his eyes wide and mouth agape.
"I, uh, w-why do you ask that?" he stammered.
I crossed my arms.
"Before you told me that you had experience with this kind of thing, and just now you were…too good," I hissed, emphasizing the 'too.' He flinched and rubbed the back of his head, his tanned face turning red.
"Well, uh, I've never done it with anyone, I was saving that for us," he mumbled quietly.
Aww, the inner romantic in me said. Shutup, the guy's a walking penis. Jake, however…, the imprint side griped. I felt a little bad but cocked an eyebrow at him.
"So how many have you made out with?" I asked. He thought for a moment, then started counting on his fingers. When he ran out of fingers I stomped out of the house in pretend anger.
"Ina! Baby, wait, none of them meant anything!" he cried, following me out of the house. "None of them are as good as you!"
I whipped around to face him and tried to look as angry as I could.
"Yeah, like I haven't heard that before!" I yelled, stalking off toward my house. He grabbed my elbow but I jerked it out of his grasp and kept walking. He followed me all the way to my door, which I slammed in his face. I dusted my hands off and walked to my room, where he was standing at the window with his puppy dog eyes. I closed the blinds and pulled my jacket off before flopping into bed.
"Honey, is everything all right?" my mom asked as she poked her head into my room. I sighed miserably and said, "Yeah, just peachy." She sat down on my bed and looked at me.
"Mom, I don't want to have another sex talk, okay?" I warned, sitting up and leaning against the wall. She laughed and smacked my leg playfully.
"I was just thinking about how grown up you are. You've got a boyfriend and you're almost ready to graduate, soon I'll be left in this house all by myself," she sniffled.
"Aw, Mom don't cry," I said. Whenever my mom cried, I started crying too. Not to mention the PMS that amplified each emotion tenfold. She sniffled some more and wiped her face, then gave me a watery smile.
"I hope you and that Jacob get along well. He seems like a nice boy."
I bit my lip to keep from flinching and patted her back, giving her my best smile.
"We will, Mom. We will."
I groaned and picked up my phone for the twentieth time in an hour.
"Ina why won't you talk to me? We can work this out, I just want to be with you."
"Hello? Please don't be mad at me, it was all in the past. Do you hate me?"
"Dammit girl, pick up your damn phone!"
I rolled my eyes and turned my phone off, glaring at my clock as it flickered, showing the time to be 12:05 AM. "He is so dead tomorrow," I grumbled, stuffing the pillow over my head.
I woke up the next morning to someone shaking me violently.
"Ina. Ina! Honey you're going to be late! Embry is waiting for you," my mom said. I shot up and looked around confusedly, cursing Paul for keeping me up so late. I took a five second shower and scrubbed my teeth before quickly getting dressed, grabbing my backpack, and running out the door. I nearly tripped on the bottom step and flung myself into Embry's truck, panting heavily.
"The drowned rat look is a bit of a change," Embry chuckled.
I glared at him the whole way to school.
Embry pulled into a parking spot and put the truck in park, then dug around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out some sort of shapeless, floppy thing. He jammed it over my head with a satisfied look on his face.
"There," he said smugly. I looked into the mirror and realized he had put an overly large beanie on my head. I looked like a homie.
"Um, thanks Em," I said, adjusting it slightly. He beamed and got out of the truck, so I grabbed my bag and opened the door.
"Ina, look what I did was stupid and immature and—"
How did Paul get over here so fast? Oh, right. Wolf skills.
I shoved past him and ran to catch up with Embry, holding the hat up so it didn't fall down over my eyes. I hadn't taken two steps when Paul was in front of me again, his face slightly pale looking.
"Look, Paul I need to think about some things before I talk to you again, kay?" I said quietly. He nodded and looked at the ground, releasing my arms.
"I'm not mad at you for what you did," I whispered. He shrugged.
"But you still have to decide between me and Jake, right?" he said. My voice caught in my throat and I nodded. He sighed and scratched his head, then let his arm flop down to his side.
"I'm not stupid, Ina. I know you were just experimenting. At first I thought…I thought maybe that you actually wanted to kiss me. I wanted it so bad I…I…" he trailed off, looking somewhere past my shoulder. I turned around to see Jake walking toward us and felt my heart immediately start to pick up its pace. I turned back around to Paul, sadness creeping into his expression. He took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back down at me.
"I'll talk to you after school, okay?" he said, giving me a weak smile. I nodded once and he waved to Jake, then walked away. I stared after him and tried not to cry. Of course Paul knew I had been lying to him. I think that hurt him worse than the truth, and I mentally beat myself over the head with a brick for it.
"You okay?" Jake asked hesitantly from beside me. I shrugged and looked up at him.
Big mistake.
Instantly I was drawn into his warm, chocolatey eyes, and my heart thumped hard against my chest in longing. I wanted nothing more than to put my hand against his smooth, chiseled cheek and just stare into his eyes for hours on end, to possibly take a look into his heart and see if there was room for me in there. His lips moved but I didn't hear anything except the beating of my own heart. It felt like it was trying to tell me something but I didn't know what it was.
A warm hand covered my forehead and I finally inhaled, having not realized I was holding my breath.
"You feeling sick today? You're kind of spacing out," Jake asked. He looked concerned but I shook my head and said, "I'm okay." I grinned and almost passed out on the spot when he gave me one of his killer smiles in return. He took a deep breath and thought for a moment, eyebrows scrunching together, then finally grinned.
"Psst!" he whispered, leaning in close. "Want to skip class and go eat breakfast with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, the left corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. Near death experience because of Jake's cuteness number two. If I ever have a heart attack, let the paramedics know that it is entirely his fault, okay?
"I don't know, I've already missed a lot of school," I mumbled, looking at my feet. He huffed.
"Oh come on, it's just this one time. We'll be back by second period, so no worries! Let's go." Before I could say anything he grabbed my hand and set off for his motorcycle. He pulled me along like some kind of rag doll, and I had to jog to keep up with his huge strides or just flop in the wind helplessly. He planted me on the back seat and climbed into the front, revving up the engine before setting off. Men and their testosterone and engines, I thought, rolling my eyes. Paul was soon forgotten as we sped along the road. I managed to get up enough courage to detach myself from Jake a little and sat up, looking around me in wonder. The cold air stung my eyes and threatened to blow off the hat Embry had given me, but it felt wonderful. There is nothing more freeing that racing down a strip of asphalt with the wind at your face. I giggled like a schoolgirl and held on tight when Jake suddenly hit the gas, making us jump forward along the road.
Of course we went to Nilly's, seeing how it was the only decent (and I mean only) food place in town. I got off the bike and felt a little wobbly, but on an incredible high. Jake smiled and held out his arm for me to take so I wouldn't fall over, then guided us into the diner. Nilly gave me a knowing smile as she brought some menus over.
"The usual, dear?" she asked, looking at me. I nodded.
"Chocolate chip waffles with extra hot syrup coming right up," she murmured. "And for you, sir?"
Jake glanced over the menu in confusion. "Um…are the waffles good?" he asked. I gasped in horror and clutched my hand to my chest dramatically.
"You've never had them?" I managed to squeak out. He shook his head, amused at my reaction.
"Well good gravy, woman, get this man some waffles!" I teased, pretending to smack my fork down on the table in dismay. Nilly chuckled and winked at me before going to make our food, not even bothering to ask us why we weren't in school. She's good like that.
"These must be some pretty amazing waffles to have you so worked up about them, huh?" Jake asked, his eyes sparkling with laughter. My eyes widened and I shook my head at him.
"You don't even know," I answered in a low voice.
Nilly had the waffles ready in a jiffy, and set a huge pile before both of us. They steamed most deliciously in the fluorescent light, and I made sure to drench Jake's in as much syrup as mine. He went to go take a bite but I stopped him.
"Wait, grasshopper. First you must appreciate the waffles. Inhale—" I took a deep sniff, "—and exhale. Now watch as they steam elegantly. Their outsides crispy and golden, the insides soft and warm. Waft their scent towards your unworthy nostrils. Are you wafting? You're not wafting! Waft, I say!" I hissed, fanning in Jake's direction. He rolled his eyes and took a deep sniff, then continued to stare at me in amusement. Oh, he thought I was being theatrical. Ha, how wrong he is, poor fellow of never eating such delicious waffles.
"I'm kinda hungry," he grumbled, smirking. I put a finger to his lips and felt a tingle shoot up my arm.
"Silence, grasshopper. Now stare for a moment longer. Inhale once more. Now you may eat," I ordered wisely. I watched him with anticipation, dancing in my seat as he took the first bite.
His face went completely blank for a moment, then looked at me in wide eyed wonder as if heaven had just exploded inside his mouth and angels were singing in the background.
Oh yeah.
"It's like…" he mumbled.
"Yeah!" I said, nodding my head enthusiastically.
"They're so…"
"Mmmhmm!"
"Good," he sighed, staring down at his place with overflowing affection. I chuckled and dug into my own plate.
"Paul and I used to have waffle wars over who could eat more," I said between chewing. I noticed his face just barely twitch and paused, feeling the horror wash over me as I interrupted our heavenly waffle bliss with outside drama. He suddenly smiled and leaned closer.
"Don't tell me you ever won," he smirked, giving a judgmental glance at my stomach. I scoffed.
"Puh-lease, I was the reigning waffle queen, and don't let him tell you any different," I said, waving my fork threateningly at him. We ate until we were stuffed, well I did anyway. Jake ate all of his plate then the rest of mine before eagerly looking around for more. I threw a piece of napkin at him and giggled.
"You pig," I snorted. He smiled sheepishly, and I noticed he had a bit of syrup on his cheek. I told him so and he blushed and scrubbed his face with a napkin.
"Is it gone?" he asked worriedly. I shook my head, staring at the offending drop of syrup. It was only offensive because it was making Jake uncomfortable. I sighed and dabbed a napkin against the condensation on my glass of milk, then stood up to lean over the table so I could reach him better. He watched my hand while I wiped it off, then looked back at my face with big eyes and eyebrows scrunched together. I was overwhelmed by his cuteness.
"You're adorable," I sighed without meaning to. His face broke into a radiant smile and I threw the napkin at him smugly as he chuckled. He absolutely refused to let me pay, but I snuck a few extra dollars on the table for tip when he had his back turned. He turned to me as he opened the door and I smiled innocently while skipping out.
We made it back to school in no time and raced up the hill to get to second period, because we being the horrible children we were had skipped class. I was about to open the door to the office when he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind a pole.
"Wait, I don't want to go in yet," he said, glancing at the office doors.
"Well, we kind of have to unless you want to get counted absent for a whole day," I reasoned, looking up at him.
"I wouldn't mind," he smiled, and I smacked his arm playfully. He pretended to be hurt and hissed, rubbing his arm while glaring at me with narrowed eyes. The sun suddenly broke through the clouds and shined on him, caressing his features with a warm light. I momentarily misplaced my brain as I gawked at him. He squinted at the sun, then back at me and smiled. The light seemed to fuse inside his eyes as streaks of amber and intense emerald glittered radiantly in the foreground of his chocolate irises, emphasized by the deep russet color of his skin. My heart skipped a beat as his arms skimmed up to my shoulders. His face grew serious as he looked deep into my eyes and leaned in slightly, pausing in question. I glanced at his parted lips in longing, then closed my eyes and leaned in a little. He closed the distance, pressing his warm, soft lips against me.
They were just right, not too warm and tasting of sweet maple syrup. His kiss wasn't hurried or desperate, just slow and sweet and loving. I felt my body lean into him and wrapped my hands around the back of his neck, fingers grazing against his hairline as he placed a hand on my lower back and gently pushed me against him. I found what I had been missing before, what I had not realized was there.
I felt love in Jake's kisses.
It was gentle but intense, like a slow burning fire that was eventually all consuming. I felt my heart humming in appreciation, and new that this was right. I smiled against his lips and he returned it. We kissed once more before he leaned his forehead against mine and sighed. I giggled uncontrollably, and felt happiness radiating out of me like sunshine.
"What?" he laughed, pulling away to look at my smiling face.
"Oh, you know," I giggled.
"Know what?" he mused, bending down to look at my eyes. I smiled widely and kissed the tip of his nose.
"That you've made me fall in love with you. It's irreparable. I think there will be permanent damage. Therapy may be neede—"
I was cut off by him picking me up into a bear hug and swinging me around while laughing loudly. He finally set me back on my feet and grabbed my face, giving me another one of his slow burning kisses before grabbing my hand.
"We're late," he said. I shrugged and pulled him forward, walking hand in hand into the office.
I floated through the rest of the day as if in a dream. I ran into a few people on accident but just mumbled an apology and kept going, a goofy smile plastered across my face. When lunch came, Jake, Embry, Seth, Jared, and Quil came outside to sit with me on the bench (and steal my French fries). I caught Embry beaming at me every now and then and raised an eyebrow at him in question. He shook his head and continued smiling.
"Dude, you're totally falling for him. I saw you run into a wall and then apologize to it earlier," Quil teased, munching on a fry. I blushed and glanced at Jake, who shot me a sweet smile.
"Yeah," Seth interjected, "I don't know what Paul was thinking, trying to mack on someone else's imprint."
It suddenly grew quiet, tension rippling through the air.
"Um, yeah well I kind of don't blame him. She smells pretty damn tasty," Jared said, breaking the silence. The guys all gave a mutual long sniff and sighed, looking at me with pouting faces. I held up a spork in defense.
"Dare and you will feel the wrath of my almighty spork," I warned. They laughed and threw fries at me, which I dodged not so expertly. Lunch soon ended in a fry fight, and we all trekked back into school covered in salt and grease. The rest of the day floated by as much as the first part had, and I walked out of school feeling better than I had in a while.
That feeling soon ended, however, as I noticed Paul leaning against Embry's truck with a scowl on his face. The happiness quickly faded when his eyes caught mine and he glared. I jumped when I felt something being pushed into my hand, and noticed Jared's spiky haired head waving in front of me as he walked down the hill. I looked down to see a crumpled piece of paper, and when I opened it I wanted to laugh.
Remember, payback is a bitch. Welcome to the pack.
I smiled and tucked it into my pocket for extra encouragement, then walked down the hill to where Paul stood waiting.