"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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"MORNING, JOSIE," DAD CHIRPS, SAUNTERING into the kitchen to the smell of dark roast and grease.
"Morning, Dad," I grin, leaning in as he kisses my cheek and goes to sit at the kitchen table, newspaper soon in his hand. I smile wider, happy with how damn normal that all felt. We were good, Dad and I. Actually, we were better than good--we were fucking fantastic.
"Look more alive, will you?" He taunts, looking up to see my half shut eyes and crooked smile.
"Sorry, didn't sleep all too well," I excuse, shuffling over to theft and pouring myself a full cup.
"And why would that be?" Dad retorts, raising an accusatory eyebrow at me. The cheeky smirk his lips tells me that he wants less of a reason and more of an excuse to taunt me.
"Cause sleeps for pussies," I retort sarcastically, listening to the sound of his appreciative laugh. Isabella's uneven footsteps trot down the staircase and into the kitchen. Her voice calls out over the dying laughter as she slides out a seat at the table, and pulls her plate toward herself.
"What are you two laughing about?" she asks.
"Josie's just being a sarcastic shit," he chuckles, pointing an accusing finger at me.
"Says the one who started with the fucking teasingly , Mister!"I tease back, flicking a half-eaten home-fry at him.
"Aye! Watch it or I'll pour coffee down your shirt!"
"Good," I smirk, falling into the back of the chair.
"Maybe it'll help you with the stench." I let out a giggle and hold my hands up in the air.
"Coffee is my natural scent, Dad," I correct. "You'd only make me smell more irresistible."
"Got that right," he agrees. Bella looks between the two of us seeming somewhat surprised at how we were acting. Although, it was rather understandable. From all that Isabella had seen, our father was a little bit awkward, and wasn't very well spoken. The two of us, to her, seemed close, but nothing out of the ordinary. To her, my father was awkward and unsure of what to say. But now she was seeing the side of Dad that I absolutely adored; this was the father that raised me for sixteen years.
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Bella's car rattled to a stop, and I almost winced at the painful sounds it was making. I had driven it today because there was no one to pick me up, Dad had to get to the station, and Isabella was driving with Edward, as per usual. She had offered me her truck, and I had obliged with a quiet 'thank you'. One of the few words my dad and I had shared in Reverie on the topic of Bella, was that he asked me to just try a little bit. I didn't need to have any sort of sisterly revelation about how I actually loved my sister, and how I now needed to show it in some form of exotic array of affection. He just wanted me to be a little nicer, and to try and forgive her for her multitude of fuck ups.
Over the past few weeks, I had been hanging around Jessica and her quaint group of friends. They were all sweet enough, and Bella hardly paid them any mind as she was too wrapped up with the Cullens. Jessica wasn't fully informed on every detail of my issues with Johnny, though she had been subjected to many vulgar rants over the last few weeks about his "scummy, disloyal, good-for-nothing ass".
"Hey Jo," Mike cheers, pulling a chair out next to him as I make my way over to the cafeteria table.
"Hey Mike," I giggle, sliding into the chair and thanking him briefly before I turn to Jess and Angela.
"Where were you yesterday, J?" Jessica asks, leaning into the table as she takes a bite of her sandwich.
"Doctor's appointment," I shrug, tossing my apple carelessly into the air. Leaning back into the chair, I listen to Jessica rattle off all the gossip from today. I don't do much else, but when someone clears their throat behind me, everyone's attention at the table gets directed away fromJessica's rambling. Turning around, I see well-kept dark hair, and wide brown eyes looking down at me.
"J-"
"Go to Hell," I cut him off, turning back around promptly. I don't dare look at him again, even when he puts his hand on my shoulder, and comes around to my side.
"Josephine, just listen to me." I let out a bitter laugh, that accompanies the sound of rolling thunder. The longer I looked at Johnny, there anger boiled within my body. I stand up, close enough that I could feel his breath skimming the top of my head. I looked up to him as he stood as tall as ever, though he had never seemed as unintimidating.
"If you don't get the hell out of my sight, Jonathan," I start, my voice almost growling back at him. "I'll break your fucking nose." When he doesn't move, I scoff and pulley bag over my shoulder. I push past him, only for Johnny to grab onto my arm. I wind up, striking him straight across the face. With contact comes a new, loud clap thunder, and a small trail of blood begins to trick from his nostril. "Should've seen that one coming," I note. Val rushes over hurriedly, a venomous look shot my way. It turns even more deadly as Johnny pushes her off and stumbles his way out of the room. I catch Bella and her freak friends in my periphery, and I looked almost as if Jasper, the pained one, was being forced out of the room by his family. He had his own murderous look on his face.
I left the room shortly after all the dramatics, not noticing that every person's eyes were glued onto my frame, and hardly anyone spoke a single word.
