"I take back what I said the first time we met. I never could have been more wrong."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"Every thing about you - every thing you do, or say, or even when you scrunch your nose when you don't really like something - just ma...
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"TALK TO ME, JOSIE," JAKE mutters, wrapping an arm over my rather small shoulders. I was toying with a lighter between my fingers, and I had an unlit joint between my lips. I sigh out, bringing the lighter up to my lips with the presumption of struggling to get a proper light for a few minutes. But the stronger winds slowed to less than a whistle for a few moments, and I smiled proudly. "Lucky shit like that always seems to happen to you, doesn't it?" Jacob comments. I can't help the incredibly unlady-like snort that I make, and he chuckles lightly beside me. I breathe out a rather large cloud of smoke before I let out one more big sigh.
"What do you want to start with?" I ask him bitterly. "Isabella, Val and Johnny, my father, or Casey?" The wet air blew across my face, and I couldn't stop the content look that crossed my face. Jake and I were currently at one of my few quiet places. Just at the edge of the reservation, we faced the ocean with our legs reaching near the edge of a large cliff. We had never seen much of a sunset when we sat out here, with the clouds always leaving the sky a gloomy gray, but there was just something magical about here. And no, it wasn't just me saying this because of the high.
"Well, how about Bella?" Jake prompts. I snort, not knowing if he suggested it because he knew that she was causing me the most anxiety, or just because he was helplessly infatuated with her.
"Well," I breathe out. "She's narcissistic, air headed, accident prone, and astoundingly stupid." Jake lets out a loud, boisterous laugh. I talked, and I talked, and I talked. Neither of us had paid any mind to the clock, but I had easily bitched about my inconsiderate sister for over an hour. Within that lecture, I shed a tear or two for my father, who was most likely sitting at his desk in the station, worried sick for his daughter and hoping that she didn't have the same fate as his dear friend. When Waylon passed, my father's exterior had gotten harder. He tried not to show Isabella or I how much he was truly hurting. Well, he mostly sheltered Isabella from it. She had hardly spared him a second glance with the news of Waylon's death. "You know, I don't think I heard her ask how he was doing even once," I note, chuckling darkly. "And I was the one that held him as he wept on the couch, the sound of the TV drowning out most of the noise."
"Maybe she didn't realize they were close?" he suggests.
"You're kidding right? Waylon was one of Dad's best friends from high school. They were almost as close as he is with your Dad." Jake chews on his lip, obviously deep in thought. "I mean, it's not like I was ever all too confused on why she paid such little attention to anything outside of her own little... bubble." Jake rose an eyebrow.
"Well, are you going to tell me? Or..." I smile faintly, loving how impatient of a person he is. It was one of the many reasons we got along so well. We matched each other damn near perfectly.
"It's that freak of a boyfriend that's caught her attention and become her obsession. Edward Cullen." I felt Jake stiffen beside me, but as I looked over him, I decided to leave that response be. For all I knew, it could be just because he didn't like someone else dating the girl he was so obviously interested in.
"What about what happened with Johnny? And Val and Casey?" I drop my head and let out an almost exaggerated puff of air.
"Johnny was, uh, cheating on me."
"Are you-" Jake begins to roar out.
"With Val." He falls silent, looking at me with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. "Yeah," I snort, "my reaction exactly." We sit in the silence for a few more minutes listening to the crashing of the waves against the slab of rock. Dead leaves rustled against rocks and sticks that littered the ground, and the trees bent and creaked with the wind.
"How does Casey fit in? Or did she do something else?"
"No," I mutter, wiping off the few tear trails that painted my face. If it had been anyone other than Jake, I would've fought to hide those few tears. "She, uh, she knew. And... And she..." I fumble, choking up. My bottom lip begins to quiver a bit too much for my liking, and Jake sighs, wrapping an arm around my body and pulling me into him tightly. "She didn't tell me," I finally sob out, curled tightly into a ball and tucked into Jake's side.
After a few hours, and after another joint that I smoked the majority of, Jake and I pulled ourselves outside of our small sanctuary. We trekked through the forest and I followed Jake almost dumbly; we both knew Jake had the upper hand. These woods had been his home and his stomping ground, while I had always been nothing more than a frequent visitor.
The two of us reached the main road, and we began to walk back in the direction of his house. A rusty Ford pickup came towards us from the opposite direction. Something about it seemed familiar. Very quickly, my mind went back to last week, when it pulled up behind my own. I remembered how the orange color contrasted the world of green that surrounded us, and how it made a specific type of clang as the rain assaulted the truck. It was a hollow type of noise that was rather unpleasant to the ears - almost like the rain was hitting a tin roof instead of the hood of a car.
He slowed down, and my eyes met with his again. Paul. I hated to admit it, but he was just as breathtakingly handsome as the first time I saw him. If anything, he seemed to have gotten more good looking over the past week. He had a bit of a bigger build now; while he had had nice, built arms and shoulders before, they were a bit stockier and bulkier now. He smiled a gorgeous smile that made the sun shine a bit, even in this cloudy weather, and he sent me a cheeky wink. I rolled my eyes and shook my head lightly, though I could only hope that I had hid the blush that rose up to my cheeks. I let out an amused laugh before grinning right back at him.
"Nice to see you on the Rez, Swan!" Paul shouted from his car. "Maybe I can make it a reoccurrence?" he flirted with me.
"In your dreams!" I called back, watching him in his side view mirror as he laughed and sped off. He was... something.
"How the hell do you know Lahote?" Jake asked, breaking me out of my school girl trance.
"He helped me with the Jeep," I shrug. "Okay, well, he didn't help me, but he kept me company when it died."
"Hmmm. Makes sense," Jake notes.
"What does?"
"The fact that it died. You're a shit mechanic," he taunts.
"Shut the hell up," I cackled, shoving him. He chuckled, pushing me back, but picking up the pace so I would have to run in order to attack him again. "I'm gonna get you back, God dammit!" I shout, holding my middle finger up to him. "Mark my words!"
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Hey! Yeah, extremely short and a day late (sorry!) I'm not very good with deadlines, if you couldn't tell. I'm trying though, I promise!! I somehow managed to be stuck writing something else for the whole damn week, and I couldn't get myself to focus on this, so I just wanted to get something down and get it out there. I made sure that it was at least 1000 words, so even though it's not necessarily substantial, it's something?
