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Pack Boys

Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Image Hosted by ImageShack.usChapter 25 is out!!!

We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!

5. Tears and caffeine

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I sobbed harder. Tears soaked through my pillow and my eyes got all scratchy. I hated this…it hurt my heart to even think about it! I couldn't even believe it…I was so screwed over.

I felt the edges of the paper dig into my palm. I loosened my fist and angrily smoothed out the paper against my pillow. The letter was small and I had not read past the first two lines.

Dear Mashaal Hashmi,

We regret to inform you that you have not been accepted to the fall semester of the University of Georgetown ...

The fresh onslaught of tears blurred my vision, making me stop reading again. I sniffled as I heard shouting two rooms away. Of course my parents would turn this into something about themselves rather than comfort me. Of course, they had wanted me to stay in Texas and go somewhere around here, but I loved Georgetown. I had wanted to go there ever since I had visited my cousin at the University five years ago.

Looking at you,
Holding my breath,
For once in my life
I'm scared to death,
I'm taking a chance,
Letting you inside.

I gasped slightly as my phone buzzed out the ring tone…Embry. His timing was so perfect, right when I needed someone to talk to. I reached out my hand to answer it, but ended up curling my fingers and letting it ring for the first time. I had never not picked up his phone call.

I'm feeling alive all over again
As deep as the sky that's under my skin
Like being in love, she says, for the first time
Maybe I'm wrong, I'm feeling right
Where I belong with you tonight
Like being in love to feel for the first time

My sobs became uncontrollable as I listened to his favorite song…his favorite part was coming up.

We're crashing
Into the unknown
We're lost in this
But it feels like home

The ring tone ended and I sniffled as I thought of how confused he probably was, listening to my voicemail greeting for the first time.

For a few minutes, my blue-painted bedroom walls seemed to crumble around me. The roof was falling, my life was spinning out of control…this college had been my last attempt to get out of Texas , and now I had nothing. I had applied other places and was even accepted to some great schools…all in Texas . As these thoughts whirled around my mind, a very different ring tone made my phone sing.

Throw it away
Forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear a word they say
They don't know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
Cause we are finally free tonight

It was Abby…I quickly picked up the phone, clearing my throat and wiping my face with my hands. My eyes and cheeks stung as I answered.


"Mashaal, Um… I'm kind of in trouble." Abby's voice sounded small, so I tried to play it off as a joke instead of showing her how worried I really was.

"What did you do this time?" I chuckled, waiting to hear something crazy that only Abby would do. She hesitated and I was a little more worried.

"You remember how we spent Valentine's Day on the beach with those guys from La Push?"

"How could I forget?" I pretended to giggle, so she wouldn't sense anything wrong. This was about her, not me and my insignificant problems.

"Well," she paused again…I couldn't even hear her next sentence.


"Wait, what did you say?" I asked nervously. The only thing I had heard was 'official' and then 'screwed'. Huh?

"I'm pregnant and I think Paul is the father." Were her next words.

My eyes bugged out and my jaw fell open.

"Mashaal, are you still there?" she asked. I cleared my throat and answered.

"Yeah…did you just say you were pregnant?" I said, much more calm than I had expected.

"Yes." She whispered into the phone.

"Uh…Okay, so did you tell Paul yet?" I asked, fidgeting with the collar of my shirt.

"No, I can't, I mean, I can't tell him that over the phone. I've been dodging his calls so that I don't tell him by accident."

"You have to tell him."

"I know, that's why I'm going to Forks."

"I'll meet you there then." I told her, making the abrupt decision in my mind.

See, I knew it. Didn't I tell her?! I knew she would get herself into trouble and now trouble was looking her in the…belly. I tried not to think too much as I quietly stuffed my things into a blue and white striped duffel bag. I had never run away before…I had never even snuck out before!

I walked over to my bookshelf and pulled out one of my favorites, Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klaus. I quickly flipped open to my favorite part near the end and let crisp dollar bills swiftly fall into my hand. I put the book into my bag and counted the money.

Yup, still $500. This was everything…my birthdays, saved allowances, all the times I baby-sat around our neighborhood.

Turning off my bedroom lights so my parents wouldn't come in, I picked up my cell phone and called a cab for a ride to the airport and told them to meet me at a gas station a few streets away. After that, I snuck out of my room, tip-toeing down the hall and to my brothers' room.

My baby brother of 3 was sleeping in his racecar bed and my other brother that was 11 was sleeping across the room. I kissed the both of their foreheads, trying not to start crying again.

Running back to my room, I grabbed my bag and was about to leave when I saw the paper ball lying on my pillows. I slipped it into one of the side pockets and tried not to think about it again.

I put my Ipod into my hoodie pocket and my cell phone into my jean's back pocket. I don't know how I managed it, but I was able to slip out the backyard door without attracting any attention. When I got outside, I took in a deep breath of cool air, helping me clear my mind.

I took one step and then another, leading me down a winding path past the point of no return.


When I finally got to the airport, I handed the taxi driver a solid twenty with a smile. He was nice, allowing me to turn on the radio to help me keep thoughts out of my mind---especially since Embry had called twice and texted once…

I stepped inside the airport, feeling a bit queasy…I had never done something like this on my own. I walked up to the elderly woman that cashed in tickets and started to persuade…

I pulled out my blue and black razor cell phone and quickly hit speed-dial two.

"Hello?" A gruff voice answered.

"Abby? What's wrong honey, are you feeling sick? Where are you?" I asked, not even bothering to hide my worry anymore.

"I'm almost there…in the train right now. I'm feeling kinda weird. Morning sickness, you know?" She said weakly.

"Oh babe…did you try to drink some ginger ale? What about saltine crackers?"

"I tried…can't keep anything down. Where are you?"

"I'm in Seattle , the plane just landed. It's gonna take me another hour to get into Port Angeles , then I have to hitch a ride down to La Push…will you be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. See you there," she said.


Once I hung up, I sighed and looked out the window while passengers around me started to leave. Once I finally got out, I had to sit through another hour in a plane to Port Angeles . I mean, I didn't really mind flying, but in this situation, time was essential.

I got to the Port Angeles airport with a deep headache caused by me blasting my music into my ears. While I hailed a cab, not even stopping for the much needed caffeine, I received another call from Embry…it hurt me to not answer it again. As we drove down the highway, beautiful landscape of greenery surrounded me and I smiled…I loved it here. We took the turn-off to La Push when I realized that I didn't know where to go.

"Where to, ma'am?" The aging taxi driver asked me.

"Um…just here, thanks," I told him, waiting for him to stop the car. I pulled on the strap of my bag and handed him another bill, unsmiling this time. I was tired, I had a headache, I needed caffeine, my best friend was pregnant, and I was running away to someplace I didn't even know!

I put my hands in my pockets and looked up. The clouds were gray, but it didn't look like it would rain just yet. Walking down the pavement, I looked around for any familiar houses. I saw the beach---and the memorable place where my first bonfire had been.

Checking my phone for the millionth time, I saw that Embry had texted again. God, I missed the sound of his voice already. I felt more tears come, but I wiped them away with the back of my hand. I was close now, I could feel it…

Glancing around, I saw a tall guy at the end f the street I was on, checking the mailbox. He had no shirt on and it made roll my eyes, until I recognized who it was…

"Jake?!" I called out, causing him to turn and look at me. First, he squinted his eyes to get a better look at me, then he tilted his head in confusion as to who I was, then he finally dropped his jaw when he realized who I was.

"Mashaal?" He sounded shocked, but I guess he hadn’t excepted the Texan girl to show up in La Push randomly…

"Yeah. Thank God I found someone I knew around here. I thought I would be circling this neighborhood until I died!" I laughed---the hysteria and panic was catching up to me.

"What are you doing here all the way from Texas ? When did you get here? Does Embry know?" He asked all in one breath.

"I had to come here for…an emergency. I got here an hour ago, and no, Embry doesn't know…" I sighed. He shook his head and reached out his hand.

"Here, let me take your bag, looks heavy for you," he said. I thankfully handed him my bag and watched him effortlessly sling it around his shoulder.

"Thanks, Jake." I told him sincerely. He grinned and patted me on the back.

"No prob. The way Embry talks about you, you're like my little sis already," he laughed. I smiled for the first time in so long.

"So aren't you going to ask questions about all this 'emergency' stuff?" I asked him as we walked up the front steps into his small house.

"Hey, if you want to tell me, I'm all ears, but I don't want to meddle. Let me just grab a shirt and I'll take you over to Embry's," he said, walking into a small room to the right. I looked around the home, seeing a simple but very comfortable place.

"If you want anything, the fridge is in the kitchen!" He called out, his voice a bit muffled. Duh, of course it’s in the kitchen, where else would it be?! I thought, more hysteria entering my mind at the thought of going to Embry’s house.

"K…where's your dad, Billy, right?" I asked him, remembering his father that Embry had told me about. Jake walked out and over to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

"He's over at Charlie's house, watching some game. You want some coke?" He asked, grabbing one for himself. I nodded my head desperately…caffeine!

"Right, let's get going." He said, walking out of the house. I followed him and watched him close the door behind me.

"It's near enough to walk, but we could take the car, if you want?" He asked me. I shook my head.

"No, we can walk."

The walk was mostly quiet. He asked me a couple questions about how life was, and I in turn, asked him how him and Kati were doing. He looked confused for a moment, and then laughed. Apparently, they were only friends since she was still trying to get over Jason and he was still trying to get over some girl named Bella.

"We're here," he said, pointing to a small, red-bricked house that was surrounded by tall trees and leaves everywhere. My hands shook and my knees trembled as I followed Jake up the steps, leaves crinkling under my feet.

He rung the doorbell, and the door opened, revealing the most heart-throbbing man I've ever met in my life…will ever meet in my life.

"Hey Embry…" I said weakly.