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"La Push, baby. You in?"
Bella looked at Eric in slight amusement, a confused glint in her eye. "Am I supposed to know what that means?" She quipped, plopping down on her seat that just so happened to have a direct view of the Cullen's table.
"We're all going down to La Push beach down at the rez," Mike explained, passing his strawberries to Lane.
"And I don't just surf the internet," Eric smirked, standing up on his chair as if he was catching a wave, Mike following along.
"Okay, you stood up one time and that was on a foam board," Jessica scoffed, Lane nodding along as she bit into a strawberry.
"And didn't you fall off?"
Angela giggled at the girl's response.
"Whatever, whatever. La Push, baby. La Push," Eric said again, trying to make the title sound more alluring than it actually was.
Bella stood up and chuckled. "I'll go if you stop saying that," she chimed, going into the lunch line.
"I don't really think I'm gonna go. I have stuff to catch up on," Lane told them, her friends giving her disappointed looks.
"No way you don't. You always finish your shit so early," Jessica retorted.
"I'm talking about sleep. I haven't napped since... Monday." It was barely Tuesday. "And on top of that, I've got a project!" Lane defended only for her friends to shake their heads in betrayal.
"Well, you're still going dress shopping with me and Jess, right?" Angela asked softly, nudging her arm.
"Of course," Lane chirped, her eyes flitting over to Jasper every once in a while like they always did. Even under cloudy skies, it seemed like he glowed somehow.
It was late in the evening. The sun was setting and twilight fell upon Forks, making the atmosphere peaceful while Lane studied in the comfort of her room.
Her cd player streamed soft sounds from Radiohead and The Cure while she wrote down small notes for her anatomy class. She was caught in almost a trance like state before she was quickly shaken out of it by her mother.
"Hey, hon," Elaine said softly, taking a sip of her tea as she went over to stroke her daughter's shoulder length dreads that always curled around her neck.
