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DARCIE COULDN'T BELIEVE HER eyes. No matter how many times Darcie sees the grey whales, she's mesmerised. The natural world had fascinated her from a small age, where she preferred spending her time at the cliffs whale watching or lost in the woods. There was nothing better than witnessing how the world worked.
Take now, for example, the whales are calling out to each other as they communicate in regards to finding their food. Currently, there's a small pod, but Darcie is sure another pod of whales were nearby and, for once, they were choosing to hunt in the area of La Push.
"You're drooling, Combs," Jacob comments next to her, poking fun at his best friend.
"Fuck off, I'm not," she snaps, but self-consciously wipes her mouth as the three boys laugh around her.
They were sat along the cliffs with their legs dangling over the edge. Jacob sits on her left with Quil next to him and then Embry on her right side. The four of them had been friends since they were kids. At first, the three boys hadn't liked the idea of a girl being friends with them, but Darcie soon changed their minds. Now, they were inseparable with the promise that nothing was ever going to come between them (so they thought).
"I thought we were cliff diving?" Embry questions.
"We've been blessed with a pod of whales," Darcie gestures to the magnificent creatures once more. "I wish an orca or a humpback would stop by, but a grey whale is still stunning."
"It's pretty cool how they talk," Quil mentions as he leans back on his arms, eyes scrunching from the rare occurrence of the sun, watching as the whales swim along the surface. "It echoes, right, Darc?"
"Echolocation," she confirms with a smile. "That's more the killer whales, but baleen whales rely on their songs to communicate."
Embry lets out a chuckle. "You're such a nerd."
Darcie nudges him, startling Embry as he let's out a small cry, terrified with the thought of one of them falling. "I just concentrate in Biology," she argues with a shrug.
"We've never studied whales in Biology," Jacob points out, trying to muffle his laughter with his fist covering his mouth.
"But we did echolocation," she reminds them.
"Speaking of school," Quil speaks up. "Have you guys got dates for prom?"
Darcie's eyes widen with her wind-struck cheeks reddening further at the suggestion of dates or prom. She dares to look at Embry, but his gaze is stuck on the whales, lost in thought. Darcie couldn't lie, but the boys had thankfully never asked her who she had a crush on. Liking Embry is just a stupid, childish crush and it's not fair to put that pressure on their friendship group.
"Nope," Jacob is first to confess. "I think the girl I like is already going with someone."
Darcie rolls her eyes at Jacob's crush on Bella, who Darcie had previously met before along the beach and as a child. "Doesn't she have a boyfriend now?"
