Author Note: The Twilight Saga is a franchise owned by one, Stephanie Meyer. This is a fanfiction based on that franchise. I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters. I only own Becca Swan and this story.
Pizza or Salad? Becca asks herself as she looks over at the cafeteria menu. Jessica drones on about Mike asking her to prom, to which, littles does she know was heavily influenced by Becca. "You coming with us?" Jessica asks, disrupting Becca's thoughts.
"Where?" she was listening, barely.
"La Push," Mike says as he glances over at Becca's notebook. Scribbles of music notes danced across the page. "La Push beach down at the Quileutte Res. We're all going tomorrow." Angela smiles at Becca as she moves to sit beside her.
"There's whale watching too. Come with us?" she smiles.
"Sounds fun." Becca remarks. She should go and at least attempt this normal life that she sought out so hard for.
"It's La Push baby." Eric says, a dirty smile painted across his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at Angela.
"I'm going to la push you into the ocean if you say it like that again." Becca shakes her head as Angela laughs at her comment. Standing, she finally decides what to eat. Salad. Definitely, salad. She could still feel the after effects of last nights meatloaf squeezing her arteries. Walking over to the salad bar, she grabs a tray and reaches for the turkey cubes and cucumber slices. She rearranges them into the shape of her violin. She was stressed out trying to figure out the new melody she was working on.
"Edible art?" His voice rang like a million bells in a world of silence. A world where music was outlawed. It caught her off guard, causing Becca to flinch. Her apple falls off her tray but Edward catches it before it hits the floor. She was not used to being caught off guard. She didn't like it. "Becca?" he asks as she realizes she was staring at the floor. Regaining her composure, Becca smiled at him.
"Thanks. You know your mood swings are bound to give me whiplash." He followed her as she moved down the line, his voice low so no one but Becca could hear him.
"I only said that it's better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be."
"I think that means something different to you." she mumbled. Becca reaches into the pocket of her cargo pants to pay for her meal, but stops when Edward holds up his hand. He hands the cashier a five dollar bill.
"If you were smart, you'd stay away from me." Edward warns her as Becca makes her way out to the courtyard.
"You're underestimating me." she barks, silently nodding as he holds the door open for her. "Will you tell me the truth?" she asks as she sits down at one of the picnic tables. Edward sits beside her without looking at her.
"No, probably not." he smiles, the hint of fangs slowly exposed from beneath his perfect lips. Stop checking him out, Becca! She scolded herself. "You must have theories." Was he entertained by all this? She thought as Edward prodded for information.
"I only deal with facts." she commented, picking through her salad.
"You must have something." Frustrated by his words, she hastily dropped her fork on the tray.
"What do you want me to say? Superman?"
"That's a hero." his face grew grim. "What if I'm the bad guy?"
"Then you best watch out." She smiled, she had him good. Edward looked at her with golden eyes, reflecting the small glimmer of amusement. "You know they say about teenage girls and bad boys."
"What do they say?" Edward inched closer to her, she could smell his body wash. Sandalwood and Rose, how quaint.
"A girl can't resist a trouble maker."
Grey, dreary and slightly disappointing. Light struggles to cast its rays through the cloud cover. Becca leans up against the back window of Tyler's van as they drive down to La Push beach. "Almost there," Mike says smiling at Becca but glances over at Jessica. Becca exhales, fogging up the glass. She had sent a text to Jacob about meeting her at the beach, she'd rather go riding than surfing. Becca wrapped her arms instinctually around her helmet. Today would be a normal day. Well, a normal day for any other Forks High student. It would be a normal day for anyone else in the van. But her mind struggled against it's own invisible void. She'd close her eyes and see his own circles of amber staring at her. He'd give a devilish smile and play coy while he found amusement in teasing her. Edward. She shook her head as Tyler parked the van. If only he weren't a vampire, she would have craved his presence more. She couldn't let anyone know that she still did. She didn't even want to admit it to herself.
Angela opens the side door as everyone gets out and gets geared up to surf, except for Becca and Angela. She smiles, turning to Becca as she pulls her FOX racing jersey from her bag. "How long have you been riding dirt bikes for?"
Pulling the jersey up and over her head, Becca places her hand out. A gesture to the goggles and helmet Angela was holding for her. "Since I was seven."
"And you play violin?" Her voice was curious as she handed Becca her goggles. Becca slipped the over her face, her smiles bright as a slight glimmer of sunlight broke through the clouds.
"I'm a woman of many talents." She chuckled, half heartedly as Angela placed her helmet in her hands.
"No wonder Eric wants to ask you to prom." Her voice was deflated, defeated. Becca frowned. She knew that face. She paused and pivoted her body.
"Ange, look at me," Angela looked at Becca as she smiled, "You should ask him."
"Doesn't that break tradition?"
"Fuck, tradition. Well behaved women rarely make history anyways."
"Becca!" Angela and Becca turned to the sound of the voice. Jacob waved at her as he walked up with his dirt bike and two friends in tow.
"Hey, Jacob. Where's mine?" She chuckles, gesturing to the single bike.
"Brakes failed on the other one. You'll just have to hand on as passenger." Jacob winked at her as he waved at Angela. The rest of the group approached the Van while Becca called them over.
"Guys, this is Jacob. You ready to go riding?" Sliding on the helmet, Becca swings her leg over Jacob's bike. Positioning herself, she wraps her arms around his waist. Jacob smiles as he pulled down the visor of his full face helmet.
"Was born ready, Loca!" he shouts over the roar of the Kawasaki engine. "Hang on!" Jacob whips the bike around in a half circle before taking off down the beach. The wind rushed past Becca face. This is as close as she would ever get to true freedom. Freedom from her past, freedom from the Vigil and most of all, freedom from herself. She wished more than anything that she could feel it all; throw off the helmet and feel the particles of wind rush through her hair, the spray of the ocean waves against her skin. But this was as close as she would get to it, and for that she was grateful.
Jacob laughed as he pulled off his helmet and leaned up against a beach rock. "I haven't been passenger in some time. You ride like crazy, Loca." Becca sits on the beach, her back pressed against the parked bike. From her angle, she can see her friends up by the van getting ready to leave. She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette as she pulls her helmet off.
"Man, I needed that." Lighting it, she takes a long drag before exhaling through her nose.
"The ride or the smoke?" Jacob inquires as he gestures to her friends for them to wait for her.
"Both." Becca smiles as she gets up. So much for normalcy. "Surprised Edward Cullen didn't follow me here. Dude has a crush." She joked and then thought cynically, We both do. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't think like that. She shouldn't have even acknowledged it. It would be a dream and nothing more. Jacob stepped forward from his spot, taking his bike by the handlebars; walking it back up the beach with her.
"Or a death wish. Anyways, the Cullens don't come here."
"What do you mean 'the Cullens don't come here?'" Absently, Becca ran her fingers through her dark brown hair. It was without thought. Jacob paused, looking at her.
"I'm not supposed to say anything about it." Becca smiled at him. She needed this information. Even if it meant slightly teasing her childhood best friend.
"You know I can keep a secret. Remember when you told me about what you did with the Barbie dolls on the kitchen table?"
"Becca!" he looked her, his brown eyes wide as he kicked sand gently in her direction. "It's just an old scary story anyways."
"Try me." What kind of scary story could he possibly tell her about the Cullens that she didn't already know.
"Okay," he huffed as he started walking again. "well Quileutes are supposed to be descendants of wolves." Becca chuckles, pulling the smoke from her lips.
"Wait, like real wolves?"
"Yeah," Jacob laughs it off, "well that's the descendant of the tribe."
"And the Cullens?" She asked, playing off her best playfully curious and flirtatious tone.
"Well, they are descendants of a enemy clan. My great grandfather caught them hunting on our land. They claimed to be something different. Thus a treaty was born." Jacob hugged Becca goodbye as she got back in Tyler's van. She knew that he was too naïve to actually believe the stories. There's no way he knows that they are true. But still Jacob's words haunted her the entire ride home. Something different... what does something different mean?
The full moon rises as Becca leans out her window. The distant howling and the haunting of the stars against the sheets of black night sky brought her a strange comfort as she stared down at her phone. Gallia's number glowed in the dark room as Becca answered. "Hello?"
"Good Evening Becca, I hope you're not staying up too late." Gallia did care about Becca. She was like the sister Becca never had. Becca chuckled slightly at the comment then sighed.
"No, I couldn't sleep anyways."
"You should know we have reports of another killing. This time much closer to Forks." The information was exact as Becca took a deep breath.
"Gallia, I'm not sure the Cullens are involved." But that's it, Becca curbs her tongue not telling Gallia about the incident with the van. Why though? Why am I protecting him? She tried to muster up the words but nothing came. Instead she swallowed hard, "I'm going to need more ability serum."
"There's a shop in Seattle; Little Wonders World. They should have some there." Gallia spoke but Becca could hear something in the background. A book?
"There isn't anywhere closer? I'd rather not go all the way out to Seattle empty handed." Becca mentions as she closes her bedroom window but then stops. Even if it was a dream, she did want to see him. She wanted to play this desire in her head of Edward over and over again like a broken record. It's just a dream. It will never be reality. What harm could that possibly be?
"Quileutte Native Books in Port Angeles would have some. Go in and ask for Amaryllis. Tell her you need something to seek clarity in the dark. She will help you." Becca could feel Gallia's aura over the phone. Reluctant. Becca sat in silence as Gallia hung up. She wasn't exactly willing to give up the Port Angeles store. For what reason, Becca wasn't sure. But she absolutely made note of it. She then texted Angela and Jessica about heading to Port Angeles after school on Wednesday to look at Prom dresses. She didn't have to wait long for an answer. They were more than eager to go with her.