I'm Back (Discontinued)

Ch.8

He sighs, knowing he won't win, I smile and step up on my rock, to put it on him and do it up.

Once I finish, I jump down.

My feet hit the pebbles, making a crunching sound.

Looking at my handy work, I smile, thinking about how good the necklaces look against their skin.

"Can I show my mummy and daddy?" Renesmee asks me, smiling a thousand-watt smile.

"Of course honey, go for it."

Still smiling, she nods her head and skips off to Bella and Edward.

Jacob stands up awkwardly.

"Um, thanks." He says to me and starts to follow Renesmee.

"Don't mention it," I tell him, the same answer when he thanked me for the clothes.

He nods his head and him clearing of a men's throat gets everybody's attention.

We all look over and see 4 tall, built like a freaking house, tan men.

One's rubbing his arm awkwardly, one's avoiding eye contact by looking down, another one is looking anywhere but us and the last one is staring at a tree.

Awkward silence.

I still haven't removed my shield and the man starring at the tree breaks the silence.

"Umm, sorry about that." He says, authority colors his tone. He's the alpha and he's use to begin the boss.

I scoff.

"Here she goes..." Charlotte says, rubbing her forehead.

I open my mouth and start giving them what for.

"Sorry?" I start, closing my hands to form fists.

"You're sorry for what exactly? For slobbering everywhere? For attacking us, for attacking a child? For being total ass hats? What exactly are you 'sorry' for?" I finish, putting quote marks around the word sorry.

I've gotten up and started walking over to them, my hands rigid by my side so I don't strangle them.

I stop half an inch off touching my shield.

Since they're a breath away from touching my shield, I'm eye to eye with them.

At least they have the decency to look ashamed.

I open my mouth to continue my tongue lashing at them but Charlotte butts in.

"Alex, let it go." She tells me in a soothing voice, coming over and pulling me away from them.

I let out a huff, cross my arms against my chest and mutter colourful words about them under my breath.

"Yeah...Anyway, the pack will help you." The man that was starring at a tree says, his eyes flicker to me, a confused look on his face.

I stare right back at him, arching one of my eyebrows.

"Yes?" I question him, sassily.

He interrupted me from venting to myself, he goes to open his mouth, but thinks better of it and turns away. Ass.

Edward and this guy, I later find out that his name is Sam, talk well into the afternoon; it's actually 5:00 pm by the time they stop talking.

Bella, Jacob and Renesmee when back to the house at 12:00 pm- to get Renesmee something to eat, I presume.

They haven't returned so I doubt they'll be coming back tonight.

I've been sitting on my rock, with Charlotte and Peter, for about 3 hours, drawing anything that comes into my mind on a small, blank book I pulled out of my bag with some pencils.

First I did some colourful swirls with some vines wrapped around with flowers.

I was stuck then, I couldn't think of anything else to draw, so I gazed around me.

And spot Sam's not so little minions looking, no staring at me.

They weren't far from me, about 2 metres from my rock and were skipping pebbles on the small stream.

All of them were looking at me, sadness painted on their faces and maybe a little bit of regret, I can't tell for sure.

I pull my eyes away from the tan giants, and I look down instead at my drawings.

There's a shadow cast over my book and I hear Peter's voice; deep and masculine, over my shoulder.

"Those are nice."

Twisting my head, to get a better look at him, and I spot a huge tree; the top of it swaying in the gentle breeze.

"Thanks," I mumble, turning back to my book, distracted by the tree.

I pick up a pencil and let my hand go; gliding the pencil across the paper, forgetting the men staring at me, forgetting that Edward was one of the men's staring at me.

The end result, it's a beautiful portrait of the tree.

"That's pretty." Says a voice, pulling me out of my daze.

Its Charlotte's voice and it came from right beside me.

I find myself laying on my stomach, my book out in front of me, Charlotte copying my position on my left and Peter on my right, the tree out in front of us.

"Yeah, it is." I agree with her, putting my pencil down beside my artwork.

I close my book and tucked it away in my bag.

Turning over on my back, I close my eyes and stretch out on my now warm rock. Much like a cat would.

I moan, loving the warm surface on my ice-cold skin and the stretch of my forever frozen muscles.

Edward and Sam stop talking, Sam's minions stop skipping pebbles.

I can tell because its silent; I can't hear the pebbles sinking to the bottom of the stream, I can't hear the buzz of two voices talking.

I open my eyes and see 5 pairs of eyes looking at me- No, at my body.

Narrowing my eyes and clearing my throat, I say in a flat voice.

"What are you looking at?"

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