Falling To The Sun | B. Swan + E. Cullen

vingt-trois

Perched on the corner of the counter, Roman dug into the Tupperware of potato salad with gusto as she watched Seth work on some past due homework.

According to Sam, she wasn't allowed to give him the answers. She would like to see Sam stop her.

"Now just add them all up!" she crows, taking another bite.

"That doesn't look right," he says, pencil hovering over the page.

"That's because you suck at math. Just do it," she says, pointing her fork at him.

"You aren't that good at math either."

"Hey! I might not be that good in school but I know how to do math."

Nodding, Seth goes to do as she told him looking as though he ate a lemon. She doesn't call him out in it. She's done that enough tonight as it was.

That was probably why Sam didn't want her to help, knowing how easily she disregarded school in general, they were all aware that she didn't try hard to get good grades. It wasn't that she did terribly, she just never tried to do her best or pay that much attention.

"Is that the end of the math homework?" She asks, hopping down from the counter so she can wash the empty container. It would find its way back to Emily, she was certain.

He nods, shoving his binder and workbook back into his bag, pulling out a different binder with and a textbook that he drops on the table. The US history book sends a shiver down her spine and she nearly throws it out to the window. God, Junior High was a nightmare, and even though the reservation only had the one school building, she was sure that it was hell for him too.

"Let's not do that right now. It's going to give me hives."

Seth looks up at her, twirling the pencil around his fingers. "I have a lot to do. Mom won't let me go to Emily's if I don't get it all done."

"I know and we'll get it done," Roman reassures. "But we're allowed to take a break."

"And do what?"

"I don't. Want to go out for food? It's not too late so I'm sure everything is still open," she offers, jerking her thumb to the truck outside. "Come on, it's my treat."

He doesn't look impressed as he shoves his things back into his bag. "You always try to bribe me with food."

Grinning, Roman grabs him by the hand, pushing him in the direction of the door as she grabs his bag. He would want to continue doing his work, the good boy he was, and she wasn't going to keep him from doing it... per se, no, she was just going to take him on a detour for a break.

"Sue! I'm stealing your son!" She yells, hoping the woman hears her from wherever she is in the house, before she shoves on her boots, skipping out to the truck parked out front.

It was a clean getaway, filling her with glee as they manage to escape without anyone stopping her.

Things were tense with the pack whenever the Cullen's were mentioned, and she knew that they would rather have her on the reservation whenever possible. She didn't blame them for their mistrust of who were supposed to be their mortal enemies, but it did get annoying that they managed to guilt her into hanging around as much as possible. They were eager to have her stay nearby where they could protect her because an imprints safety was of the utmost importance.

If Seth wasn't such a wonderful sweetheart she would have accused him of being in on it. Roman knew him better than that.

And if she could sneak him over to Forks for the evening then all the better.