This is my first FanFic, so any comments would be great!!
Its my version of twilight, the changes are that Jake is the leading love and Bella is now Alexander... Yes, bravo, its a gay FanFic, give your selves a pat on the back if you guessed that! I own no part of the Twilight Series, its all SM's glorious work, the only things that are mine are my Char's and my imagination, which is quite vast =}
1. First Touch
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My Dad drove me to San Diego Int, wind rushing through the open windows since it was around 70 degrees outside, the sky a sheet of blue with the occasional cotton ball of cloud. I sat there, enjoying what would be the last of my fair share of heat for a while, in my usual attire of dark skinny denims and a tight yellow vest and my favourite pair of Converses. I had all my stuff packed, my past and present stuffed into boxes in the trunk, and a black pea-coat at my feet.
In the most north-westerly point of the USA, not to mention the wettest place in North America, there's a small town named Forks. This was my destination. My mom had lived there all her life, and so had I till my father got an attorney and left my mother with the chance to see me for a few months every year. There was no friction between my folks, they just realised 3 years too late that they weren't meant to be. I adored California, the beaches, the city's, but I knew that what I was doing was right. I hated Forks, its cold and wet and green, and that's putting it nicely.
“Kid, You sure you wanna do this?” my dad asked for the trillionth time. “It's not too late to get the money back for the ticket”
My dad was my best friend. My old, slowly balding best friend. I mostly had my mothers personality, yet I had my fathers dry wit and looked identical to him when he was younger. I wondered how I could leave in his time of need. Of course he had Helena, his new wife, but I had a feeling my father and babies didn't really mix all too well. As I said, he was my best friends, less a parental and more the beer drinking funny-man who never follows through with his plans.
“Dad, I want to go” I sounded out every syllable carefully, making sure my lie was believable. Apparently it was since he changed the topic.
“Fine, tell Hayley I said hi”
I got out of the car, checking to see that the flight was on time. An hour to go. My dad got out the car and rested his hand on my shoulder
“Your only a plane ride away, come home whenever you want” He had been pitching that for the last week, in hope that I would change my mind. “Remember to email”
“I'll do one better, I have the web-cam with me, Helena's set up one on your computer too” I smiled at my genius. He was never good at showing emotion, so either he was truly upset to see me go, regardless of the fact I was almost an adult, or he was trying one last time to sway my judgement, because for the first time I saw my father cry. I leaned into him, hugging him for what seemed like hours, until I heard my flight being called for check-in.
“Dad, I gotta go. Check-in half an hour before the flight, remember?” I choked as I wriggled out of his bear hug.
“Sorry kid,” He smiled a sheepish smile. “Need a hand with your stuff?” He asked as he opened the trunk.
“It's cool” I replied, pushing a trolley out of if rack and placed my jacket on the bar. I loaded my life onto the carriage and said my goodbyes, hoping, no, knowing this was going to be interesting. A few hours later I was in Seattle, boarding the tiny plane that would take me to my home away from home. I never really minded flying, turbulence gave me goosebumps but other than that I was fine, however having to endure an hour long ride home in a police cruiser with my mom, that made my hair stand on end.
Hayley was ecstatic about my decision, since this would be the first time I would live with her for any extended period of time. Thanks to her I had a car picked out that was in my budget and wouldn't need to wait till next semester to join the high school.
It was gonna be easier living with my mom than with Paul. She let you go about your business, only really checking that you were still breathing. Both my parents were completely confused by my choice, since I made it quite clear over the years that I detested Forks.
Upon landing in Port Angeles, no surprise, it was raining. I told myself this wasn't an omen. I mean, this is Forks, and I knew that the California sun was far behind me.
Hayley was leaning against the cruiser, also non-surprising. She is Police Chief Summers to the people of Forks. My motivation for buying a car was that I refused point blank to be driven around in a vehicle that had flashing lights on the roof. I dare you to find me something that makes people stare more that a police siren.
Hayley, eager as ever, gave me one of her overly-enthusiastic hugs as I tripped off the last step of the plane as I threw my coat on.
“I can't believe you're here Xander,” she squealed, swinging me around and making me loose my balance once more, landing on the tarmac with a thump. “You look so different, and way to skinny. Has your father been feeding you?”
“Dads good, he says hi,” I smirked as I got up. ”and it's great to see you too Mom” She hated me calling her by her first name.
I had practical all my possessions, packed into unmarked cardboard boxes. I had already went shopping for winter-wear and created my new wardrobe, though I still took my CA clothes. Thank God the chief got the 4x4, or we would have had to make a few runs for my stuff.
“So, I went past and finalised the car deal for you,” she smiled as we got strapped in. “Just to make sure they weren't ripping you off”
“You truly think the Black's would do that?” I got suspicious when I saw the look on her face, too proud.
“Well, there dropping it off later this week, you'll be pleased” she smiled, and the look washed over her face again.
“Oh, okay then. So you remember the guy I bought it from?” It was obvious she would, one of my dads old friends from La Push, a small Indian reserve a few miles from Forks
“Billy? How could I forget? You and his kids got dumped together when him and your dad went fishing” I could barely remember those afternoons, it had been so long ago. “He's in a wheelchair now, that's why he sold the car”she looked pained as she said this, so I decided not to peruse it any further.
We shared a few stories on what had happened since we last saw each other, then when they dried up we talked about the weather, which unfortunately was closer to a monsoon than a drought. After that we stared out the windows in silence.
It was glorious, yet undeniably green. Moss covered tree trunks and branches, ferns covering the forest floor, even the air had an emerald twist to it. I liked green, but this was too much, another world.
Before long we were pulling up to Hayley's. She lived in a large house that either her great-grandfather or great-great-grandfather had built when he first settled here and married a girl from the Quileute tribe, then dad and I had lived here during his and mom's marriage. The house was beautiful, a grey stone and dark wood covering with a large porch that housed a swing, the upper floors had tower-like windows, and a huge back lawn.
As I took my stuff upstairs, I noticed the grand piano in the front room, the lid covered with photos, mostly my school photos, but a few of the wedding too. It was bluntly obvious that Hayley hadn't fully gotten over dad.
My room had barley changed since my childhood. Powder blue walls, dark wooden floor, ceiling which peaked at the window, and cream curtains which followed the curve of the tower on which the window sat. The only obvious alterations to the room were swapping the crib to a iron rose covered day bed and adding an antique desk I remembered from my adventures into the basement. The desk was soon to be home to my mac, packed away in one of the boxes, along with a wireless adaptor. This was my lifeline to the human world that seemed so far away. The old rocking chair which my grandfather had built for my mother and me was still in the far corner.
I was thankful that the two main bedrooms had en-suits attached, since I took longer to get ready than anyone else I knew. Mine had a huge counter, perfect for all my “whats-its and who-dads” as my father put it.
It was nice to be on my own, peaceful and quiet in my room. I could reflect on my decision so far, and let those vital tears run down my cheeks without anyone to notice. I would leave my real crying to begin for when I lay in bed, thinking about the following morning.
Forks High had a total of three hundred and sixty-five – now sixty-six – students. Why this frightened me I had no clue since there were more than seven hundred people in my junior class back home. It could be because these kids grew up together, hell, these kids grandparents grew up together, and I would be the new, strange, big city kid who knew no one, an oddity, a freak.
It might help if I looked like a Californian should, muscular, sporty – perhaps a football player? Or a runner? - instead of a tall, skinny, long haired loser who was hoping no one would call him out for being different – another reason I moved. Thankfully one trait i had acquired from my mothers side was my darker skin that luckily wouldnt fade over time out of the sun. God love the natives.
Once I had finished putting all my clothes away in the dark pine wardrobe that matched the floor, I moved onto the bathroom, carrying my box of gels and skin products, straighteners and soaps to the counter and lining them up perfectly and accurately. I decided to clean myself up after my long journey. I looked into the immense wall of mirror and saw a strange, frizzy haired, red eyed creature staring back. It took me a moment to realise it was me, and I instantly went to work to untangle my hair and re-glorify my skin, which looked paler already.
Staring at myself in the mirror in the most non-vein way, I forced myself to realise that it wasn't just physically I wouldn't belong here. And if I only had 2 friends in a school of three thousand, what were my chances here?
I seemed to get along better with older, more mature people than everyone else my age. Maybe that was a lie I told myself to cover the fact I just didn't connect with people. Even my father, my closest friend, was never fully on the same page as me. I often wondered if I saw the same things normal people saw, or if there was some unknown mental problem on my mothers side of the family.
Yet it mattered not, the effect was all that concerned me. And tomorrow would be the beginning of the end.
Sleep didn't come easily to me that night, possibly because of the rain pounding on the ancient houses roof that just didn't stop, even after I had soaked my pillow through with my tears. I placed the soggy pillow over my head, later followed by the quilt, which seemed to numb the sound enough to sleep.
All that was visible in the morning was a thick fog, and I could feel it attempting to swallow me. The beautiful blue sky that I remembered seemed like a dream in this environment.
Breakfast with Hayley wasn't as bad as I expected. I half thought that she would flip if she had coffee but she seemed more placid than usual.
Next came the main problem of the week. Since the Black's hadn't dropped my car off yet, I was gonna have to either walk or get driven to school in the attention seeker. Since it was reasonably dry, and I didn't want to die of humiliation, I decided to walk. Mom left just before me, wishing me a good day at school, which I smiled and nodded at, knowing her hope was a lost cause. It was only about a half mile to school, so I decided my rain jacket might be a safer option than my heavy coat. I left a check and a note for my mom in case Billy dropped off my car today, grabbed my bag and left. Unfortunately it took less time than expected to get to the school ,so I was there before everyone else. I sat on a bench just outside the first building, that had a sign above the door that read Front Office, not caring that it was starting to rain or that people were parking there cars.
The school, like most of the places in Forks, was just off the highway. The only thing that allowed me to recognise it as a school was the sign outside. Where were the metal detectors and barbed-wire fences? Where were the security guards and CCTV cameras? Instead of these there were huge bushes and tall trees hiding the maroon coloured buildings from sight.
As I saw more people enter the schools parking lot, I decided it was time to go inside. I got my bag and walked towards the office, following the shrub-marked path.
It was staggeringly bright inside, and heated with a large vintage space-heater. The office waiting area was small; the back wall lined with folding seats that looked less than comfortable, a generic orange-flecked carpet, awards and signs covering most of the walls, and a large noisy wall clock. The room, like outside, was littered with bright green plants, only these were growing in plastic pots. The desk that separated the waiting room from the staff area was filled with wire-mesh trays stuffed to the brim with papers, and had neon flyers taped to its front. There were several desks behind the counter, at one sat a large, red-haired woman with glasses on a chain hanging from her neck. She was wearing a green tee-shirt and slacks, instantly making me feel over dressed.
“May I help you?” The woman asked, placing her glasses back on and looking at me.
“Erm, I'm Alexander Summers.” I told her, my cheeks getting warmer, and she almost immediately recognised the name. I was obviously a topic of gossip in such a small town. Son of the Police Chief's ex, finally come home.
“Oh, of course, let me just get your schedule and map of the school” she said as she dug through the piles of forms and notices of her desk. When she found what she was looking for, she brought several pieces of paper to the counter, showing me the fastest routes to each of my classes, and gave me a slip that I was to have each teacher sign and return at the end of the day. She smiled warmly and wished me, just as Hayley had, a good day. As before I smiled as convincingly as I could and thanked her.
Back outside the parking lot was almost full, most of the cars were older looking than the one I had bought, which was nice. Back down south I had lived in a reasonably middle class area, yet it wasn't uncommon to see a new Porch or Merc in the student parking. The nicest looking car here was a silver Volvo, which stood out against some of the rust buckets here. I stared at the map as I followed the highlighted line to my first class, trying desperately to memorise it so I wouldn't have to look like a tourist on vacation. I tried to ignore the fact that people were staring, which was a failed attempt. It didn't seem that it was my dark jeans or pinstripe shirt that stood out, or my coat, yet they all gawked at me.
Once around the cafeteria, the large black number gave building 3 away. I could feel my heart rate increase as I closed in on the door. I placed one hand on my chest, took a deep breath and followed a small group of raincoats through the now open doorway.
The small classroom was almost filled, all but a few desks at the back taken. Looking around it seemed all eyes were on me, which would have been perfect in my opinion in most other situations, yet this was more in a 'how much of a freak is the newbie?' way.
As I handed the slip to the teacher, the name plate on his desk reading Mr. Mason, I noticed that he was a large middle aged man, with thinning hair, who was gawking at me. I presumed that he saw the name and connected the dots, yet still not an encouraging response. Thankfully he sent me to a seat at the back without an introduction to the class, yet I still felt my skin flush red as I walked away. It was amusing to watch as the other students stare at me back here, they reminded me of owls, or the girl in “The Exorcist”. Keeping my eyes down, I realised I had read most of the books on the reading list the teacher had handed me Shakespeare, J.D Salinger, Harper Lee, and oddly Dean Koontz. This comforted me, yet also made me hope Paul would send me my old essays without giving it too much thought.
As a familiar and widely hated nasally noise sounded, signalling the end of a class, a petite and pretty girl with perfectly straight, brunette hair walked up to me.
“Excuse me, your Alexander Summers, right?” she seemed the popular kind, trying to drag me to the dark side already.
“Xander” I countered. All eyes in the room were still glued to me.
“Sorry. So, where you goin' next?” she asked
I paused for a moment, trying to remember my schedule. “Er, pretty sure its Government, in six. I could be wrong though.”
The eyes that followed me were almost piercing my skin.
“Oh, cool. I'm heading near there. Want a guide?” She smiled, and the claws were in. “I'm Jessica.”
I smiled back. “Thanks.”
we grabbed our coats and headed outside, seemingly just as the rain picked up. I was positive people were straining to listen in, but I ignored it the best I could. Maybe I should stop watching those horror movies.
“So, missing the sun yet?” I guessed she took in my expression as a sneer at the rain.
“Slight understatement” I smirked
“Not so used to the rain then,” she giggled. “Well, better get used to it.”
“Looks like im gonna have to”
We walked around what I presumed was the long was as we chatted, since in took us ten minuets to get back around the cafeteria and near the gym. I got walked to the door, even though Jessica must have been late for her class.
“Good luck, maybe we'll have some other classes together.” She said, sounding overly hopeful as we parted ways.
The morning continued in the same fashion. Mr. Varner, my Trig teacher, was the only one to make me introduce myself to the class, which went as well as could be expected, in other words I stuttered a bit then tripped on a guys bag that was sticking out from his desk on my way to my seat.
After the first few classes, I started putting names to faces in each class. There was usually one person who had the guts to introduce themselves and ask me how I liked Washington so far. I lied, since saying that if I had to compare my vision of hell to one place it would be Forks probably wouldn't go down too well.
The girl from my English class, Jessica, was also in my Trig and Spanish class, and walked with me to the cafeteria at lunch. She talked about each of the teachers and classes on my schedule, which had somehow landed in her hands, and I tried to follow with no luck, so I just nodded at regular intervals,
We sat at one of the larger tables at lunch, which was almost full of her friends who she introduced me to. I recognised a few of them, yet quickly forgot they're names. They all seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to the new kid.
As I was sitting, trying to talk to several strangers, I saw them. They made they're way in from the glass door, as far away from our table as possible. Five if them in total, all similar looking yet completely different. Of the boys, one seemed like a body-builder, with dark and curly hair. Another was tall, lean, and yet still muscular, with mid-length, honey-blond hair. And the last was slightly shorter and less muscular seeming, with lightly curled bronze hair. He seemed younger than the others, who looked like they could have been teachers rather than students.
The girls were opposites. The taller one was like a Greek goddess, thin yet had curves. The kind you see strutting the catwalk in Milan or Paris. Her perfect golder hair flowed down her back. You could tell that any girl who looked at her would die to be her. The shorter girl was like a Gothic Tinkerbell. She was so thin she could probably fit into pre-teens clothing easily, with small feature yet large, beautiful eyes. Her hair was as black as night, and spiked in every direction.
Though they had these differences, they were all as pale as ghosts. Their eyes were dark, regardless of they're various hair tones. Under their eyes were bruise-like shadows, as if they all suffered sleeping disorders, or recovering from rhinoplasty. Yet they're noses, like all their features, were perfect. They themselves seemed perfect.
Then, as they were sitting down, a gust of wind came through the door, causing me to smell something that was so sweet it was painful. It was like a mix of bleach and scalding golden syrup. As I covered my nose as nonchalantly as possible, I caught the eye of the younger male, who was eyeing me scornfully. I couldn't look away, and for some reason he didn't drop his gaze like everyone else did if I looked at them.
“Who are they?” I asked, not sure of who would answer.
Jessica didn't even look up to answer me, already knowing who I meant. “That's the Cullen's kids, they moved here a few years ago.” she looked up now. “The big guy is Emmett, He's with Rosalie, the blond girl. The tall skinny guy who looks in pain is Jasper, he's with the little dark haired girl, Alice.”
“Who's the guy trying to out-stare me?” As I said this, he turned back to his family, as if he had heard my comment.
“Edward, he's gorgeous, yet wont go near a girl from the school. Mike has a bet on that he's gay.” She winked at the blond haired boy across the table from us, who laughed.
“Keeping the faith alive” He smirked. Looked like I wasn't so much an “Oddity” after all.
I giggled, “They're all very... Nice-looking” I commented
“Yeah, The doctor and his wife adopted them all. Kinda weird since they're all together.”
“Are any of them the doctors?”
“Nah, Dr. Cullen is like really young, late twenties I think. The Hales are twins, the blond ones, and they're fosters I think”
“They look a bit old to be in the system” I noted
“They are now, they're eighteen now. But they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were young, I'm pretty sure she their Aunt”
“Wow, that's really kind – Taking care of all of them, when they're so young and all.”
“I guess” She admitted, not overly sure of her words. I guessed she wasn't overly fond of the doctors kids, my guess was jealousy. “I think they adopted cause Mrs. Cullen can't have kids.” She said this as if it reduced the adoptive parents generosity.
As the conversation continued, the pain in my nose got worse. “I'm going outside, catch you later” I said to Jess. Then dumped my tray and got out to the fresh air. It was still raining, and that seemed to help. What had happened in there? And why had that Edward kid looked like he wanted my head on a plate?
Once my nose stopped feeling like I'd snorted chili peppers, I decided to head back inside. Everyone was just getting up, so I assumed that I had missed the bell. I was desperate not to be late on my first day and make more teachers hate me. I walked with the blond haired boy, Mike, and a shy girl, who kindly reminded me her name was Angela, to Biology II.
When we got to the classroom, my new acquaintances sat at there designated, black-topped lab desks, like the one I was used to. They both already had partners, and as I looked around the room I realised there was only one empty seat. My nostrils started to burn again.
I watched him as I handed my slip to the teacher, trying to gauge his expression. He stared , like before, with jet black eyes and a hostile expression that seemed to be aimed at me. Mr. Banner handed me back my slip without humiliating me with an introduction. He gave me a small sympathetic look and sent me to the only available seat in the room. I kept my eyes down as I sat, forcing myself to believe that the look wasn't intended for me.
I noticed his posture change as I set my book on the table, he seemed to be sitting on the very edge of his seat, threatening to fall off. His nose was flared, as though I wasn't the only one with a problem. The pain wasn't as bad as before, but still brought tears to my eyes. I looked around the room, searching for any open test tubes or Petri dishes that could cause the smell, but instead I noticed that no-one else in the room seemed to have the trouble I had. I tried to forget it, pain was mind over matter, right? But focusing on a subject I had already studied wasn't helping.
Sitting in such close proximity to someone, you feel obligated to make eye contact. Every now and then I'd peek through my fringe at Edward, only to be glared at. Lets just say if looks could kill I would probably have spontaneously combust. His stance was never relaxed. His hand clutched the table, tendons flexed on his surprisingly muscular arm. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his pale, hard forearm. He wasn't as slight as he looked from afar.
Class dragged on longer than the others. Was it because the day was almost at a finish? Was it because of the pain? Or because he never relaxed? Edward didn't even look like he was breathing, and I tried not to as it seemed to help. Jessica's bitterness was beginning to seem understandable now. Was he always like this? And why did I care?
As the bell rang, he literally tore out of the room as fast as he could. I was quick to follow, just wishing to get P.E over with.
Mike was in with me this period, so he walked with me to the changing rooms, where I just sat and pondered why the Cullen boy hated me when we had never even spoke. Mike chatted away quite happily, not really taking notice of the fact I wasn't listening
“So what happened in Bio, you stab Cullen or something?” It seemed it wasn't his usual behaviour.
“Didn't even talk to him, whats his deal?”
“Beats me, never seen him like that before.” He looked down at me now, in his full basket ball gear. “He's a weird guy, best to stay away from him. Want me to talk to Banner and see if you can move next to me? Sue's transferring to Idaho in a few days, today was her saying goodbye to everyone”
“Seriously? You don't have to do that”
He smiled. “I want to.” He winked at me, then went into the sports hall. Well, never saw that coming.
Coach Clapp found a uniform in my size but didn't make me participate today. Result. Back in California two years of PE were mandatory. Here, all four were. As I said before, this is my version of Hell. I watched as the boys played basketball, remembering how many bruises and cuts I had gotten and caused in this hellish class, and felt slightly ill.
Final bell rang, and I practical ran to the front office, just wanting to get home. The rain had drifted, but the wind had taken its place, making me hurry more. I stopped and looked through the window. Edward was there, having an argument with the red-haired woman. I couldn't make out what was being said, but saw the woman shake her head.
After that Cullen pushed the door open, he turned back to the receptionist. My nose burned slightly in the again, but the wind seemed to help.
“Never mind, some thing cant be helped. I'll just have to bear it. Thanks” He looked at me in the passing, almost trying to size up my coffin by the looks of it. And then he was gone. That look couldn't have been his previous anger at me. I couldn't understand why he would even be angry with me, all I did was sit next to him.
I entered the office, handing the assistant my fully signed slip to the receptionist.
“How did you like your first day, dear?” She asked, almost mother-like.
“It was good.” I lied, my voice was weak. She looked at me for a moment, seeming not overly convinced.
I felt no better on my way home, thoughts of what I could have done to anger someone like that flying through my head. As I closed in on the house however, my feelings changed. There, sat in the drive, as though awaiting my arrival, was my car. It was incredible. The '75 Ford Mustang looked in perfect condition, a new black paint-job with two parallel grey stripes, new-looking wheels and fuzzy dice hanging from the rear-view mirror. Billy's photo's of it hadn't done it justice.
I ran into the house, desperate to take it for a spin, but stopped dead in my tracks when I saw who had delivered it. I had guessed it would be Billy, which I now realised was an idiotic thought. He was about the same height as me, maybe slightly taller. His hair was dark, shortly cropped and spiked in an erratic way. His eyes were an incredibly deep, chocolate brown, and long lashes brushing his cheek when he blinked. He was muscular, not to the extent of the burly Cullen, but not far off. He was wearing faded jeans, cut off at the knee, and a loose grey band tee-shirt. But it was his smile, warm and light, that drew me to him.
“Xander, you remember Jacob, right?” my mother asked, obviously knowing what my dumb-stuck look meant. I pulled myself together, putting my hand out.
“'Course, Billy's son. Man, I've not seen you in like ten years” How could I forget. Me and him used to see each other practically every day thanks to my dads love of fishing. He took my hand and pulled me into a hug.
“I know, but did you seriously think my old man could re-vamp a ride like that?” He laughed
“You did that? Holy shit man.” We talked hours, driving around in my new car. It ran perfectly. Turned out Jake had torn apart the engine and done some modifications to it. Half the time I didn't understand what the hell he was talking about, so I just smiled and nodded. After a while he seemed to understand I just wasn't getting it, so started drilling me on what sunny California was like.
We ended up lying on First Beach, which was about five minuets from his house. It was beautiful here, not like the sandy beaches I was used to, but covered in multi-coloured rocks. You could see right out to where the sky touched the ocean. As it got darker, it also got colder. I shivered, our breath now visible in the night air. He shuffled closer, his arm moving beneath my neck, his side against my shoulder. His skin was warm, soft. My hand moved to touch his, resting near my shoulder. My touch made him flinch, was it truly that unexpected? He slowly sat up, moving his arm away from my head.
“I think I'd better go, my dads gonna be pissed if I'm back passed midnight” He said, slightly jittery. He was the one who made the first move, right?
“Erm, sure. Want a lift?” trying to make things normal again
“No, it's cool, it'll take me two minuets to run,” He smiled and hugged me. “Bye”
He started walking, but I followed him up the beach. “Wait, here's my number and email. Call me next time you wanna do something, okay?” He smiled, taking the card from my hand, then ran off.
On the way home I was feeling pretty happy with myself. I wasn't really paying attention to the road, more listening to my 3Oh!3 album when a massive creature ran straight out in front of me, making me fish-tail and end up in a ditch. I was disorientated, looking around it was dark so I switched the cars inside light on. I checked myself over. No cuts or broken bones, but maybe a few bruises. Getting out I looked for the thing that ran out, but it was no where to be found. What the hell was that thing?
Luck had it that a tow truck stopped a few minuets later, helping my car slightly bumped car out. I thanked the guy, offering him $20 but he smiled and turned it down. Amazing what you can get when your parent is the chief of police. I drove home and parked in the garage, assessing the damage to my car. There was a bit of paint off where the small indent was, but I could buff that out and paint it. I walked through to the living room where my mom sat, watching some old film.
“Hey Xander, everything go well today?” she asked as casually as possible
“Yeh, school was good. Me and Jake went up to First after.” the smug look passed across her face again, but I ignored it. “Speaking of, any reports of bears or anything round La Push?”
At that she looked at me, her face paler than before. “Not that I know of, why?” she asked suspiciously.
“Something ran in front of me on the way back, something big. Cars okay but needs a bit of paint. The thing ran off before I could see what it was”
She shook her head, not seeming able to say anything. I shrugged and wished her good night, then went upstairs. I sat on the landing, listening as she spoke frantically on the phone.
“Billy I swear , keep the boy's off the roads, what's gonna happen if someone sees them?” Billy responded loudly enough that I could hear the mumbling. What the hell were they on about? I looked at the time, just after 1. Since I didn't sleep well last night I knew if I wanted any chance of getting up in the morning I would have to go to bed.
Lying on my iron-cast day bed, I tried listening to the ongoing conversation. The last thing I heard was my mom saying “I know Billy, he's close. I don't think it'll be long now.” And then, silence.