Speak || A Twilight Fanfic

Chapter 9

The Swan sisters had been raised with a misconstrued idea that the new year meant a fresh start, a clean slate. That it could magically erase any and all afflictions the year before had caused. That it truly was the first page of a new chapter.

And maybe that's all that Gabriella was hoping for that New Year's Eve. That the coming year would be the first page of her new chapter in Forks. That whatever was happening with Paul would die that December night. That Bella would finally turn over a new leaf and forget Edward. That she could move forward with her relationship with Jake.

Because that's what she wanted.

That's what she had always wanted.

The thing she most needed was to get over whatever fluke it was that had made its way into her life. Whatever breach into her timeline that had decided to make her heart flutter out the sound of someone else's name. It had been too sudden and unexplainable to not be a mistake.

Paul Lahote had no business settling into her heart in the way he had, and she would stop at nothing to pluck him as quickly as he had attached himself. Even if she looked forward to seeing him in her dreams at night, even if her heart skipped a beat at the mere thought of him, even if all she wanted was to get as close to him as possible.

Gabriella wanted —at least she thought she wanted— to go back to being excited that Jacob had finally set his sights on her. She wanted the same thrill she got about Paul with Jake. He had been the crush that had withstood the trials of time. It could not be trampled over by a guy she barely knew.

Yet, she could not stop thinking how his favorite color was red, how he moved to La Push after his parent's divorced when he was eight, how he didn't remember much of his mother even though he had been old enough to, how he had never been in love but desperately wanted to know what it felt like. Gabi could not stop picturing the way his eyes would shine under the warm glow of the setting sun, how his smile would grow as he listened intently to every word she spoke. Nor could she shake off the feeling of his warm skin against hers, how soft his hands had felt where she believed they'd be rough and calloused. He was everything and nothing like she had thought, but she knew that was as far as she could go to know him.

"Well, don't you look mighty nice?" Charlie's voice broke his daughter out of thought. "I think you've been to more bonfires this month than I have been to in years. People might start forgetting the sheriff's face around there."

"I doubt that's even possible, dad," she chuckled, smoothing over a piece of hair that had been unruly for the better part of the day. "Really wish you could join us, though. Since Bella won't be making it out there, I wanted a Swan there for moral support."

"This about that Paul fella?"

The question took Gabriella aback. She had thought no one but Jake knew about that whole fiasco, and she was certain he had not said anything to her dad. "How do you...?" she stammered.

"Bella muttered a thing or two about him. Said he was the one you had been with the other night," her father said. "Something happen with you and Jake?"

"Nothing happened," she muttered. "I'm just making new friends seeing as my stay in Forks might be longer than anticipated."

"Well, that's a good idea. Just be careful of the people you keep in your company."

"Why do you say that?"

"Jake might have mentioned this Paul Lahote character is not the greatest influence," Charlie added. "He thinks he might not have the purest of intentions with you, Gabs. I just don't wanna see you get hurt." 

"Well, I can tell you right now that you have nothing to worry about," Gabi smiled comfortingly.  The last thing she wanted was for her father to worry about her when his other daughter was still no more than a statue in their home.  "I have only hung out with him that one time and I don't think it'll happen again. But thanks for checking in."