The Prey and his Walkie Talkie

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Lizzie's POV
I know it's wrong but I can't get her eyes out of my head. Ever since I bumped into her and her boyfriend/ step brother? They've infested themselves into my mind. And I know that I can't deny that I've also noticed them starting at me. They watch me like I am their prey and they're looking for their next meal. It's almost like we're testing the waters to see who will break first.

While sitting at our usual lunch table I notice that the Cullens have moved away from their usual table. They're all very peculiar I'll admit. They have this pale skin that looks like they were children of moon. And their eyes they captivate you and don't let you go till they decide to. I break away from my immersive thoughts and notice that Santana has started eating my French fries. I don't really pay much attention to it. Then I look at Nyssa sitting in front of me and notice that behind her in the distance sits the one and only Alice Cullen. She catches my sneaky glances and keeps the eye contact smirking almost like trying to see who will be the first to look away. "Lizzie do you work today" asked Althea. I am ripped away from the stolen moment Alice and I have had. "Huh what happened" I questioned. They laughed, "pls do you ever listen to what we're talking about?" Laughed Veronika " I just get distracted" I shrug off. They all continue their conversation about random things. Santana keeps talking about that internship she has with Dr.Cullen. I think she might have a tiny crush. What is it with the Cullens deciding that they want to plague our friend group.

When me and Santana moved her to Fork my mother urged us to get jobs. Since she has to pay rent all on her own we help her out with the bills. My mom doesn't really like talking about our dad and honestly I think he's a real piece of shit. But although he's a piece of shit he's still my dad even if he doesn't act like it. Since we left he hasn't even tried to contact us it's almost like he could care less about his own flesh and blood. What an asshole.

I usually work every Tuesday and Thursday and sometimes on the weekend. I work at the Police station kinda as a secretary. I help file paperwork and pick up calls. My boss, Charlie Swan is actually pretty nice you'd think because he's the chef of police hed be rude and mean but he's actually the opposite. Well at least he's nice to me but when he's mad it's a whole different side to him. "I'll pick you up around 8 is that okay?" Asked Santana "yeah that's fine thanks for the ride have fun at the hospital" I giggled
I hopped out of her car and waved goodbye as she drove off. I walked into the familiar police station. It's never really that busy in here especially because Forks isn't a very populated area. Although lately I've heard from Mr. Swan that there been various dead bodies found throughout town but they seem to think it could be just wolves or something.I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone call for me.
"Good afternoon Elizabeth how was school" Mr. Swan smiled at me " it was good but a bit boring" I confess " well hopefully we can find something for you to do today to spice up your day" Mr. Swan laughed. "I can think of a couple things we can do to spice up my day" I joked " yeah what do you have in mind Navarro" Mr. Swan questioned "well for starters you could give me a raise" I giggled. I looked over to Mr. Swan he had a big grin on his face. "Swan we have a code 906 down by the beach!" Yelled one of the officers through Mr. Swans walkie talkie. "I'm on my way" he spoke through his walkie talkie "well have to talk more about that raise later alright Elizabeth" he winked at me then he stormed out of the police station. I could hear the siren go off at a distance. As I was looking outside I thought I saw a figure by the tree but when I looked back it disappeared. Must've been my imagination playing tricks on me.


A/n: I wonder who Lizzie saw by the police station.

Q: do you guys have any favorite ships you'd like to see more of in the future?

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