Fight For My Love (Seth Clearwater Love Story)

Chapter 1:

chapter one: 

A/N ; i know i alredy did a seth love story but i really did not like it at all. im still keeping it up on my account bc of some people like it but i needed to write a new and different story or ill keep bothering me. well more stories to come! 

-and no im not a crazy twilight / seth fan its just if i dont write a better story i might go crazy. :D 

 

 

 " Paul stop put me down! " i screached as he carried me to the water, the blood rushing to my head immediatly making me feel light headed and faint. He started running towards the tide faster as i screeched at him repeatedly for mercy. Finally he tossed my nearly weightless body effortlessly into the freezing cold water.

"As you wish" he said in a sing song voice with a goofy smirk on his face as i shot my worst death look in his direction, not that he seen because just like that he ran back to the guys and continued playing football as if nothing happened. 

I huffed in annoyance as i stomped back to my towel catching paul smiling to himself as the other boys laughed amongst eachother.

"You'll regret this Paul, mark my words your day will come when i get my revenge." I hissed shivering. Yup i deffinatly have hyperthermia. 

"Ok twiggy we'll see about that." He chuckled right before Sam slammed him to the ground, effectivly wiping the smug smile off his face. Sam nodded at me telling me he got my back right as Paul got red with anger and tried to knock him over but only to be tackled again.

Gotta love Sam.

"Hey Bri why you wet?" Seth asked in confusion sitting down on the towel next to me. 

"Paul." Seth nodded not needing me to explain further and looked at the pink and blue sunset, while i observed him while he wasnt looking.

Okay so maybe i have a little bit of a crush on seth, who happens to be my bestfriend whom will only ever look at me as just that. A friend.

Not that i ever told him about my feelings, he would never look at me like that. Im not the most attractive girl in La Push, with my boney, stick figure body, yet to hit puberty even though i am in 7th grade and all the other girls are wearing bras, and becoming women and i resemble more of a little boy then a girl, not to mention my terrible home haircut, and raggidy clothes and freckled skin.

Im a mess.

My phone beeped, bringing me out of my daze and i finally relized the time.

6:48.

My heart nearly stopped beating as I gathered my things and shoved them into my backpack briskly and broke out into a sprint shouting out a quick goodbye not bothering to slow down to hear there responses and ran all the way up my street until my house came into view, and to no surprise my dads old rusty red truck in the driveway.

I turned the handle to find it unlocked already and i timidly took a step into the house and held my breath waiting for my father to unleash his wrath on me. Very slowly I dragged my feet to the living room and to where he layed in his recliner infront of the television with a beer in his hand.

"Where have you been?" My father said calmly, his eyes never leaving the TV.

"I-I lost track of time im sorry-" 

"You were with those boys again werent you?" He asked even though he knew the awnser, while I stood there at a loss for words. When i didnt awnser his immediatly he dropped his beer, the bottle shattering instantly and the bubbly brown liquid spilling across the wooden floor, and grabbed me by the collar and slammed my frail body to the nearby wall.My whole body shook as tears rolled down my pale cheeks and i kept my eyes planted to floor afraid of what was to come.