Indian summer

Chapter 4

"How long have you been in Forks?" Embry asked, I had dropped his arm and now we were just walking side by side. I could feel the stares of my friends on my back. It probably looked weird, me heading away from them with some big Indian. But I felt safe with Embry, like I had known him before.

"I've only been here a couple days." I responded.

"Do you like it so far?"

I shrugged, "It's ok, I guess. I wish I was back home."

"I don't," Embry said "then I wouldn't have met you."

Did he really just say that? I looked up at him and he had a look on his face like he was wondering the same thing. I giggled to break the awkward moment. "I know, right? I'm just that cool."

Embry laughed, seemingly glad that I didn't turn around and run away right then. He guided me over to a cluster of rocks and we sat down, facing the ocean. The dark waves beat against the shore, making a relaxing sound. The sun was still high in the sky; beating down hot rays on us.

"It's so beautiful up here." I said, glancing down the beach. I could see an island off in the distance and some cliffs jutting off into the ocean.

"It is," Embry agreed.

"You're probably used to it, though. I mean, haven't you lived here your whole life?"

He shrugged, "The scenery changes." I had a haunting suspicion he was talking about me. I should have run away right then. I barely knew this guy, and here I was sitting away from everyone else in the group. But I didn't, I felt even more drawn. Like this is where I belonged.

I looked up at him. He was gazing out over the ocean. His face was handsome; he had dark brown eyes and short chopped off black hair. It was kind of messy, but on him it looked cute. He had a strong jaw, high cheek bones, and a slightly crooked nose, like it had broke before and wasn't reset. He probably felt me staring at him, and he turned to look back at me. Our eyes met and I had the strangest feeling inside of me. Like there was nothing else in the world. Before I knew what I was doing I was kissing him.

I don't know who started it, and at that moment I don't even know if I cared. It was a rough kiss at first, but then it smoothed out. We were kissing each other, softly, delicately. His face was hot to the touch. I ran a shaking hand through his short hair. He broke apart, keeping his forehead against mine. "I have to tell you something," He breathed.

I kissed him again; he probably thought I was a whore. I felt like a whore. But all at the same time I felt like this was my destiny. "Dixie..." he breathed again.

"Dixie!" I jumped at Dan's voice. We pulled apart quickly and I stood up, straightening my shirt. Dan was walking towards me; a look of concern on his face. "We're headin' back."

"Already?" I asked.

Dan pointed to the sky in response. I looked up and dark clouds had come in quickly. The wind had picked up and I hadn't even noticed. Off in the distance I heard a crack of thunder. "We're leaving in two minutes," He said like he was going to leave, but he didn't. He stood there like he was waiting for me. He probably thought Embry was trying to steal me away into the forest.

I turned to Embry; he was still sitting on the rocks. "I want to see you again." I said simply.

He nodded, "We will," he said back. His reply sent shivers down my spine. Dan grabbed my arm and started tugging me off towards the van.

"Dan, what are you doing?" I nearly screeched.

"That guys a creeper, Dixie." He said in a matter-of-factly way. I turned to look back at Embry but he was already gone.

"No he's not..." I defended out of instinct.

"You don't know him," He said, he had let go of my arm now but I still followed after him. The rain started to sprinkle down in big drops.

"And you do?" I shot back.

Dan clenched his jaw, "My brother, Mike, did. He's part of this Native American gang here on the reservation."

"A gang?" I thought aloud. That didn't sound like Embry. Well, I didn't really know Embry but I couldn't imagine him in a gang. It started raining harder, then, and we started sprinting for the van.

We all jumped in; we were soaking wet. The driver started the van quickly, turning on the windshield wipers. They squeaked in protest, I guess they got used a lot around here. I was sitting next to Stacy this time; she was looking at me with a grin on her face.

"What?" I asked, patting my hair self-consciously.

"I can't believe you just started making out with that Indian!" she giggled quietly, "Did you even get his name?"

"Yes," I defended, but that was all I said. There wasn't much of a way I could defend myself besides keeping quiet. My actions today had been very whorish and there wasn't much I could do to defend my reputation.

As we were pulling out of the reservation I heard a long wolf howl. Stacy shivered, "Gosh, I hate it when they howl. It gives me the creeps."

I shivered too, but not out of fear. It was out of anticipation. I felt like the howl was calling me. That's it, I've officially gone crazy. But, something deep inside me told me I was fine. I leaned my head against the seat with a sigh; longing to see the mysterious Native American named Embry again.