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2nd Personal Sun

Bella and Edward have decided to move away to Alaska. Jacob is still trying to cope from the pain of losing his true love, and is unintentionally tearing himself away from the pack. But, what if, Leah and Seth Clearwater had an optimistic little sister to begin with? Can she be the one to brighten Jacob's outlook and save a crumbling pack from falling forever? But, what if something happens to Jake that will effect her just as badly in the end? Can she make it through the scenario and still maintain her sense of trust? More importantly...can she make it out alive? new chapters added!


9. Chapter 9

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Kiralee sat at her laptop, her fingers dancing rapidly across the keys as she typed away. Her long ebony hair was spilled across her back and shoulders, and she was sitting awkwardly in her wooden desk chair. A blue plastic bowl filled with popcorn was tipped over on the floor. Her eyes were glued to the computer screen.

She heard a car pull into the driveway. Knowing that her mother, Leah and Seth were all at work, she curiously walked into Seth’s room to look out the window. She scowled at the mess of piled laundry near his bed.

Parked in her driveway was what looked like a new and expensive BMW Sedan, which was unusual for such a low-income town like La Push. Rain drops glistened off the shiny silver paint, and the license plate read JB4EVER. She scoffed. It was Ginger.

Before Ginger even reached the door, Kiralee walked down the steps and opened it. Ginger smiled when she saw her. She was wearing a cream colored, silky cocktail dress. Her high silver heels clicked when she crossed the threshold through the doorframe. Kiralee frowned. She hadn’t even invited her in.

“Um…hi, Ginger,” she said, eyeing her dress. “What’s…er, up?”

Ginger folded her arms, standing awkwardly (or that’s at least what Kira thought) in the front hall, leaning against the staircase rail. She smiled.

“Nothing, really,” she said, sighing, as if she’d had so much on her plate. Kiralee snorted mentally. “I’m just waiting for Jake to come pick me up.”

“Oh,” Kiralee said, surprised. “Where’re you going?”

“He’s taking me out to a special restaurant,” she said, and twisted in her dress. “It’s a surprise.”

“Is there some kind of special occasion?” Kira asked suspiciously.

Ginger nodded enthusiastically. “It’s our two-month anniversary.”

Kiralee’s shoulders dropped. She threw a ‘You’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me’ look.

“What?” Ginger asked innocently.

“Ginger, did you…I don’t know, hint to Jake that you wanted to go out?”

She hesitated. Finally, she said, “It’s not like I forced him to take me out…” she trailed off, looking down.

Kiralee sighed. “Ginger, you do know that Jake’s on a tight budget? His job at the mechanic’s place barely pays him enough for gas. I’m not insulting you’re relationship or anything, but you’d think that you’d be a little more understanding when it comes to the whole ‘not-going-out-every-time-you-feel-like-it’ scenario. He’s trying his best.”

She nodded. “I know. But it’s our anniversary. We both deserve a little time out.”

Kiralee rolled her eyes, but otherwise walked away into the kitchen. She heard Ginger follow her by the clicking of her heels on the hardwood. Suddenly, she spun around, nearly knocking into Ginger. She stepped back.

“Hold on,” Kiralee said, narrowing her eyes and scrutinizing Ginger. “If you’re waiting for Jake, then why did you come here?”

Ginger shifted, as if uncomfortable. But she quickly reclaimed her calm—anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, but Kiralee had an eye for details. She held eye contact.

“I wanted to see you,” she said. “I didn’t really want to go to Jake’s house…Billy’s over with Old Quil at his place, and it would be awkward just standing there on his porch waiting, right?” she laughed normally, but stopped when she saw Kiralee’s dead set expression. She shrugged. “I guess it would feel more like a date if he came to pick me up, rather than me going to his place.”

Kiralee didn’t buy it. “Then why didn’t you just wait at your apartment?”

Now she laughed nervously. “Well…I, er, got kicked out.” She smiled sheepishly. “I couldn’t pay the rent.”

Kiralee walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle. “Want one?” she held it up so Ginger could see over the door of the fridge.

“No, thanks,” she said. “I’m wearing one of those teeth whitening strips and I can’t drink water or eat for a half-hour.”

Kiralee rolled her eyes and huffed. “Whatever,” she said, closing the door and sipping her water.

Ginger ignored the jibe, and started telling Kiralee her theories about the restaurant Jake was going to take her to.

Rather than listen to Ginger, Kira examined her. She saw how perfectly she held herself—her spine straight, her shoulders back—and saw how fluidly she moved, from the simple things like how she motioned with her hands or the way she crossed her legs. When she talked, her lips proportioned themselves to make her smooth voice come out elegantly, and when she blinked her eyes seemed revived.She thought about a conversation she’d had with Old Quil the other day. She’d learned so much about her own heritage, along with their enemy’s heritage. Old Quil seemed perfectly fine with Kiralee knowing about the existence of the enemy, and clearly specifying who the real enemy was. He told her that even the pack didn’t know about it, not even Sam. The only thing she could reveal now about the enemy was—

1.They were manipulative.

2.They were a strong force, something unknown to the pack life.

3.They had invincible members.

4.They did whatever they had to to get what they wanted, and mostly they wanted to control everything that had to do with the mythical world.

And lastly;

They were not the Cullens.

Kiralee gripped the counter top. She’d finally come to a conclusion.

“Uh...Ginger, I’m not feeling so well,” she choked out. “I think you should leave.”

Ginger’s eye brows furrowed. “Are—are you okay? Maybe you should lie down,” she said, and got down from the chair and went around the counter. She went to grip Kiralee’s arm.

Kiralee jumped away from her. “No, no…really, please leave.”

“Kiralee, why do you want me to leave? I can help you…”

“Ginger!” Kiralee said sternly, attempting to hide her terror. “Get out of my house!”

Ginger scowled. “Kiralee, you’re losing it. You really are.”

She stormed out. Kiralee followed her, slamming the door behind her, double locking it. She made sure Ginger sped away, and then went around the house, locking the other doors and windows. As she did this, tears streamed down her cheeks in pure fear. She grabbed the hand held phone and dialed.

“Seth,” she choked out. It felt like the air was blocked in her throat. She could barely breathe.

“What’s the matter, Kiralee?” he asked.

“You need to come home. Now.”