The date was… good. Actually, scratch that. It was downright great. Dinner at the little Italian place in Port Angeles had been fun, happy and full of conversation that wasn’t just retreads of what Zander already knew had happened at school that day, Jessica giggling about a book that he’d recommended her. ‘I didn’t know…
Alastiriona “Alexis” Elspeth Armstrong sniffed the air, nostrils flaring from where she crouched on the edge of the six-story brick tenement. Late night air over Seattle was all damp concrete and diesel fumes, the salt off the Puget Sound enough to remind you that all the urban development in the world couldn’t scrub away the…
Jessica’s scent was still fading from the entryway of the Weatherhell House, the phantom pressure of her lips across his jaw something Zander could feel almost a full hour after Walter had driven her home. He rolled his shoulders as he moved through the house, shadows clinging to him as he strode up the stairs…
“…so I told her, I said, like, no, Mellisa, it’s so much deeper than that. I see him for who he is, y’know?” A scoff left her lips. “So, no, he’s not gonna look your way just cause your stomach’s out.” The Court of Forks High was being held in the hallway, lunch still a…
“-nd you know, me being a good friend, I told Lauren, like twice I told her. I said, ‘you can not wear that top, not with those jeans’ because, like, obviously it clashes, you know? But she was all like ‘It’s vintage, it’s s’posed to clash, Jessica’ and I’m like, vintage doesn’t mean good, it…
“I’m just sayin’, Eddy, what’s the point of being fast if you’re not even paying attention?” The words rolled out slow and thick, vowels dragged out just enough to see the twitch in his brother’s jaw. A head of copper hair whipped around to shoot him a glare he almost laughed at, Edward’s lips pulled…
The final bell of the day rang with the potential energy of all three hundred hormonal bodies in Forks High; all the acne, AXE body spray and overpowering cologne washed over him as Zander Cray eased up behind the wave of exiting students. There was no need to join the rush, no need at all….
“The Quileutes… we have legends…” By the time the sky darkened properly over First Beach, the bonfire finally roared to life as everyone gathered around the pit as it cast its flickering orange lights across all their faces to match the setting sun. Jacob Black, despite being the youngest of everyone here, took center stage. …
One hand came up to adjust his glasses as the heavy door swung shut behind him, the sound a solid thunk that resounded loud in the misty quiet. The space from the front door of the Weatherell to the driveway was cleared in a single too-long step, skate shoes kissing the gravel as Zander Cray…
“Rasta maaaan, how’s it going?” It was a good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because Zander’s eye roll would’ve been visible from orbit. “S’all good, Kenny.” He tossed a wave over his shoulder as the senior in the letterman jacket yelled something across the hallway that Zander didn’t bother even paying attention to, not even…
