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Waste-of-time friendships

Bella seems to attract every queer person within a ten mile radius. Vampires, werewolves... She's seen it all. But what she's missing is a human friend. And of course, Bella wouldn't be Bella unless that person was strange and possibly dangerous, too. Mythical creature expertise doesn't always help with humans.

There are a few things to say about this story : Amelia often thinks about drugs, drinking, suicide, etc. Although the actual act is never shown in my story, I suggest you don't read on if those topics make you uneasy. It's nothing major, though. I would like to thank my beta, bloodredskies for editing my work. She went through each chapter for me, and has been a great help. And lastly, I'd like to remind everyone to review. It's honestly the best gift you can give to any author, and how else could I improve if I don't know what you're thinking? Just spare me a minute once you're done.

4. Tempus Fugit

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I didn't know exactly how long I sat on my bed, unusually stationary, but time flew by quicker than I would have expected. Generally, time had little meaning to me – It just slowed down when I wanted it to end, and sped up as soon as I wanted the moment to last forever. The little bits of bliss, mostly caused by adrenaline on my part, were just a fracture of all the time lost in pointless waiting. It was a paradox, in a way – I waited for those tiny moments of ecstasy so I could escape the waiting. I was digging my own grave.

So why time suddenly passed this fast, I did not know.

Sed fugit interea, fugit irreparabile tempus.

But meanwhile it escapes, the irreplaceable time escapes.

I'd never really understood that hexameter. Now for the first time, I grasped its real meaning – I was wasting the little time I had on this planet. Nobody knows what follows after death, but it would be foolish to waste the precious time when there was no confirmation that life would continue. What if I died tomorrow? What if I'd managed to cause that accident? If it was nothingness that followed, I would have thrown away my last two years. Heck, I was pretty much dead already.

The sound of a car pulled me out of the uncomfortable thoughts. Idiot! What are you doing? You've been acting a little strange in the past few days. Shouldn't you be… I don't know… punching holes in the walls or something? Now you're wasting your time by sitting around! You wasted the whole afternoon!

The stillness of the house was interrupted by squeaking hinges of the front door. My father's footsteps were distinguishable from downstairs, his heavy boots informing me of every stride he took. I could hear him walk to the kitchen, back into the hall, and then back into the kitchen again. He was distressed.

Finally, he pulled himself together and called for me. "Amelia! Come down now, please. We have to talk."

More like "I have to lecture you". You see how you wasted your afternoon? Now you'll have nothing to do but listen to his endless prattling for the next few hours. And then you have work. The joy!

I dragged myself down the stairs, uninterested by what I found there. Jack was sitting on the couch, having removed my still damp schoolbag, and motioned me to join him. I reluctantly slouched onto the hard couch, and rested my eyes on the ceiling. When this is over, you'll know every pattern in the wood by heart.

Jack didn't even try to meet my eyes. "Amelia, I'm sure I don't even have to tell you how disappointed I am in your behavior. I think we both know what you've done, and how it wasn't acceptable. I'm not going to repeat that for you."

He paused, giving me the chance to say something. I didn't.

"Drinking at school… That's a bad offense. You can thank your luck that Mr. Greene didn't decide to kick you out for good. Now you only have a two-week suspension to worry about. You will spend the extra time for catching up with the school material here at home."

Again, he gave me the chance to speak.

So I was suspended. That was not the result I had been hoping for. Now I'd have to wait two weeks before I got the chance to start again. There's no pardon after the second offense. It'll be too easy. So don't worry about it.

I sustained my silence.

"But what really disappointed me was what happened afterwards. Can you imagine how I felt when Charlie called me, saying you were driving at an unreasonable speed down a wet street? Do you see what might have happened? You might have gotten yourself killed! And if your life means nothing to you, do you really want to pull someone else with you? What if you survived the accident, but someone else didn't? I know you're not a monster, Amelia. But please, please! Stop acting like one."

I snorted, utterly unaffected by his words. I hadn't really planned to kill anyone, anyway. Me, sure. Anytime. But the street had been empty.

What if it hadn't? Charlie had been there, hadn't he? What if I'd crashed into him?

"You got extremely lucky, once again. Not only did you survive the idiotic stunt, but Charlie was also kind enough not to take your license away. Might as well have, though – You're not going to be driving any time soon. I'm taking your license away. And you're under house arrest. The only time you'll be leaving is for work, and I will drive you there and back. You got it?"

Now I groaned. He couldn't be serious! My dad couldn't drive me to work as if I was ten years old!

"Yes, you heard me right. No car for you, young lady."

I lowered my eyes to Jack, glaring at him with the most venom I could muster. He glared back at first, but then his expression softened into a concerned one. "I'm sorry, Amelia, but there's no other way. You're not giving me a choice. You need to get a grip on yourself. Just because Al-", my glare turned into a snarl, "-fine. I won't say it. But you really need to pick up the pieces, Amelia. I love you, and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. And with your current activities, death isn't a… impossibility."

I rolled my eyes, staring back up at the ceiling again. Great. So now he's getting emotional. Where are the cameras? This would make a perfect soap opera.

Jack abruptly stood up, causing my head to turn to him again. He walked over to the front door, grabbing his rain jacket on the way. "Time for work, Amelia."

Wow. He must really be desperate to get me out of his sight.

Protesting with my every step, I walked after him to the car.

The ride was dreadful. Neither of us spoke, and I started feeling more and more like a kid when we crept closer to town. I had never cared much about my persona before, but now I wondered how to repair this damage – the harebrained Mike Newton would bulge his eyes out when he saw me like this. Vulnerable. Being dropped off at work like a little child.

Thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen when we reached the store. I thanked my luck, and stepped out of the car before my father had the time to say anything. I briefly considered making a run for it, but quickly discarded that idea – Jack eyed me carefully as I walked to the shop, not letting a single movement escape his gaze. I sighed, and stepped inside.

And there, behind the counter, he stood – The moron named Mike. He glanced at the clock when he saw me enter, and I could almost hear what he was thinking – What? Amelia Betch is on time?

And I would be on time for the next two weeks. Possibly longer. I nearly groaned.

I walked over to the counter nonchalantly, and fetched the hideous vest from its place in the drawer without needing a reminder. If I played nice at first, disobedience would only shock them more later on.

"Hey, Amelia. You're on time today. Great." He didn't sound too happy about it. I wondered if he wanted me fired as desperately as I wanted it myself.

"Hi, Amelia." The voice startled me, and I whirled around to see who it was.

Bella Swan had appeared in the room, carrying a thick folder. She wasn't smiling, but eyed me carefully, almost apologetically. The news has spread… Of course she'd be the first to know. She's the moronic police officer's daughter.

I was about to roll my eyes at her when she tripped.

I could not make out what the cause for her fall had been – There were no steps or objects on the floor she had just been pacing over. Nothing at all that might have resulted in her tripping. But still she flew, hands over her head and her legs rising several feet from the ground, and landed on the floor again on her stomach. The sight of her bewildered face would have been hilarious, had it not been for the fact that the folder had taken its own path of flight, too.

The heavy file flew from Bella's hands, swirling in a straight line towards its victim – me. Before I had the time to react, the folder landed on my head with a loud thump.

"Ouch!!" was the only word that I managed to utter as I, too, fell to the floor next to Bella.

She stared at me in horror.