Free (Paul Lahote love story)

Chapter one

This storys theme song is: Wicked Games- The Weeknd

Disclaimer: All characters and other stuff are owned by Stephanie Meyer except Johanna (Jay) and any other unfamiliar characters. They belong firmly to me.

I nodded my head to the music blasting through my earphones as I stepped off of the plane. I was absolutely shattered (tired) after my tremendously long trip. It took days to get from Auckland, New Zealand to Port Angeles, Washington. I'm sure I look buggered too. My dark brown hair was loose and mildly greasy. I was wearing an oversized Adidas hoodie, with tights and converse, not the most stylish choice but hey.

(Link to outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=124286575 It's on the external link)

"Johanna!" I hear my plain half-sister Bella call. I roll my eyes and spin around.

"Bella," I say almost sarcastically. She glares at me, but quickly stops as I realize someone else was with her.

"This is Edward, my boyfriend," She says holding a slightly scrawny, pale dudes hand. I was one for tan, built guys myself.

"Sup," I say not taking took much interest.

"Hello, Johanna," He says staring at me with his weird gold eyes. Freaky.

"People call me Jay," I say gruffly, "Can we go Bellsy-poo?" She cringes at that making me grin. I'm surprised my 17 year old half-sister had found a boyfriend to be honest. I mean I was only 16 and I had dated a few times. Mind you, if Isabella wore more fitted clothes instead of baggy ones that would fit a sumo wrestler in there with her, it may have happened. We weren't very similar except for our dead straight brown hair and our clear skin tone. Other than that we were quite different. I'm tall; she's average. Shes sickly pale; I'm lightly tan. Her eyes are brown like dads and her mom's; mine are blue, grey and green in one like my mama's. I was confident and sassy; she was quiet and boring. She was calm and a follower. I'm hot-headed and the leader. We clearly wouldn't get along seeing as I actually had a sense of humour and she was as un-funny as she is nice. I did all the business I had to at the airport, and then we headed outside to a sleek black Audi A5 coupè.

"Oh my damn. She is a beauty!" I exclaim, running my fingers over the side of the hood.

"Yeah," Edward smirks,

"It must have cost a ton. I built my own bike and that was expensive," I gush. My bike or baby I would say is a black Yamaha R6 sports bike that took me an annoyingly long time to get into prime condition. She's as good as new now though. We get into the car and Edward starts driving fast. Very fast.

"You have a motorbike?" Bella asks confused. Trust Isabella to not know about my pride and joy.

"A Yamaha R6. It's being shipped down. It'll be here in two days." I say annoyed.

"Oh. So why'd you get expelled, Johanna?" She asks a smug expression on her face.

"None of your business." I retort and Fagward snorts.

"Find something funny?" I glare at him.

"No Johanna." He replies.

"It's Jay," I groan,

"Right." He says. Loser.

"I wasn't with the right crowd, alright," I say coldly.

"Mmm," Bella says almost relishing in the fact. The rest of the trip goes awkwardly. Bella and Eddy listen to some piano music and I am forced to put my earphones back in and play some Drake to save my sanity. We eventually pull up at a nice two story house and I spot my father standing on the porch. I jump out of the slick car, barely fumbling as I went and flung myself into his arms.

"Hey, baby girl!" He laughs,

"I missed you, dad." He just hugs me tighter and kissed my hair.

"I missed you too Jo, but don't think your off the hook." He says arching an eyebrow.

"Damn," I say under my breath, moving back to the car to shoulder my bags.

"As punishment I want you to hang out with your sister a lot more to see if she rubs off on you," He says firmly, taking the bag from my hands.

"Yes, Chief," I say saluting him. He gives Fagward a nod and I roll my eyes, turning to him, "Thanks a bunch captain fantastic. I'll leave you to get it on with my sister." Bella goes bright red as I follow after Charlie. 

"Thanks dad," I say once everything's in its place in my new room.

"That's alright, kiddo. I'll let you sleep off your jet lag." He smiles. Once he leaves I get into some pyjama shorts and an old hoodie, swallowing the feeling of discomfort of my somewhat new surroundings. I climb into the bed and attempt to get some sleep.

Sorry it's short, me lovelies.