Satellite Heart | p.l

| two |

"Did you want a lift home?" I asked Jake as we walked out the front doors of the school, adjusting my bag on my shoulder so that it didn't slip down and fall into the constantly wet ground.

"If it's not too out of your way," Jake grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he shot me a grin.

I laughed and went to answer him, but not before running into a wall. My senses screamed, the word 'wolf' shooting into my brain. I tensed, looking up to meet the hard gaze of one of the hulks from the cafeteria. He seemed to freeze for a moment, his face contorting into a confused expression.

"Excuse me," he muttered darkly before shoving past, nor before giving me one last dark look.

I turned my confused look to Jake. "That's Jared. Probably a good thing you ran into him and not Paul. At least Jared can be calm." He explained before following me to my Jeep and jumping in.

"You're my neighbour!" I grinned at Jake as we pulled up to his small red house.

"Really?" He asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah! Probably would never have known if I didn't drive you home, there's like ten minutes between my house and yours because of how large the blocks of land are but still!" I said.

With one last goodbye, I drove off and made my way home.

Pulling up, I glanced towards my house. It was a simple two-story, painted a light grey with white accents. Surrounding the entire house was endless woods. I could see my father out the front, waiting for me no doubt.

"Dad," I greeted as I shut my door.

"How was your day?" He asked, bringing me in for a tight hug. "You didn't lose control?" He asked, pulling away to look at my face.

Smiling slightly at how worried he was, I answered. "No, everything was fine. I made friends!"

"Names?" He asked.

"Jacob, Embry, and Quil!"

"Oh," he breathed. "You only made boy friends?"

I rolled my eyes at the usual fatherly protectiveness. "Don't worry dad, they're just friends. They're nice."

He just nodded.

My bedroom in this house was somewhat large, filled with warm brown furniture and lots of blankets. There were little trinkets here and there, and the lamp at the side of my best illuminated a warm yellow light. As soon as you walked into the room you could see the very large window that took up a fair amount of the wall. Through it, I had a perfect view of the dark woods that surrounded my house.

As I dumped my bag on my bed, ready to dig out my books and textbooks to start on my homework, something caught my eye. I stepped closer to my window, looking down to where two glowing eyes stared back at me from the woods. I blinked and they were gone. Confused, I shook my head and tried to play it off as being tired and seeing things. However, I couldn't help but think back to what my senses told me earlier today, the single word 'wolf.'

The best month at La Push was normal, or I guess becoming normal. I spent my days at school with Jacob, Quil, and Embry, who all quickly became good friends - Jacob shot straight up to the best friend role.

After school, we all hung out as well. I had to practically force them to do their homework, which just turned into me tutoring them. We went to the Black house often, where I met Jakes childhood friend Bella. She and I got on well, I guess.

Night time was when I spent time with my father, studying and growing.

Everything was feeling normal and fun, but it didn't last. Embry was the first to go. Like Jake had explained, he too missed weeks off school before showing up again. This time, he was taller, bulkier, and hanging out with Jared and Paul (who both had taken to ignoring me at all costs, never spearing me a single glance). Embry didn't speak a word to us after that, not even when I tried to speak to him alone in our shared art class. I prayed silently on more than one occasion that it wasn't me that caused this change, though Quil and Jake both comforted me and told me it wasn't.

When Jake started to miss school, Quil and I played it off like nothing had happened. We laughed and joked as normal, just the two of us sitting together at the large table. Sometimes, I thought I could see Embry giving us sad looks from his new group, but every time I caught his eye he would look away.

With a new obvious haircut and tattoo, Jake returned to school and followed in the footsteps of our old friend. The heartbroken look on Quil's face was enough to anger me. And so, I decided that I needed to confront the boy that had become my best friend in the short few months that I was living in La Push.