So I planned to have this out tonight and here it is! I kept to the plan. Now if only I could keep it up. I think this is one of the longer one's I have written. You get both sides, Lamia and Embry, of this chapter. I hope that it doesn't get too much of the same thing. Of course the dialogue is but the emotions behind it isn't. But anyway I hope you enjoy and don't forget to vote/comment!!!!
On to the story...
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I thought about skipping school on Monday but here I was trudging into the building. After coming to the realization that I was indeed developing feelings for Embry, I couldn’t sleep. The thoughts that filled my head at the consequences that this could result in kept me up all Saturday and a good portion of Sunday. I refused to acknowledge the possibility that I could be…falling for him. I had these feelings because I wasn’t being watched constantly. I never had the chance to be close to anyone and now that I am, the feelings must be a result of that. Or at least that what I kept telling myself.
I had my head down as I walked through the hall toward my locker. I need to be cautious around Embry. Perhaps I needed to distance myself from him, I thought as I grabbed my books for my first class. I couldn’t avoid the people in my class or when I see him in gym. It was going to be a long day.
And a long day it was. I barely talked to any of the pack or the Cullens that I was actually friendly with. Every time I saw Embry in the hall, I had to duck into the nearest girl’s bathroom to avoid him. When it came to lunch, I managed to get food from the cafeteria and sneak out before any of the pack saw me. I went to the library and ate in a back corner by myself.
I felt bad doing it but it was for our own good. Whatever I was feeling couldn’t go any further or I wouldn’t be able to stop it. Where would that leave us? Me betraying him in the end and my possible demise from the wrath of the Volturi? I was doing the right thing but then why did I feel so bad. Not only was I extremely tired but Embry always made my day better. Now that I was avoiding him, I wasn’t in a good mood and I only felt more drained then before. Why did he have such an effect on me?
I couldn’t help but think that gym class was going to be torture when it got to the end of the day. How could I avoid him when this was the only class I had with him? He’d want to know where I’d been and want to hang with me. As I walked into the gym, I could see him and Paul in the far corner. It looked like they were having a serious conversation from the way Embry’s expression was scrunched up. The teacher was a few feet away from the door. After seeing him for a few seconds, I knew I couldn’t stay here with him so close. By the time I reached the teacher, Embry had spotted me. I could feel his gaze on me but I didn’t look at him.
“Mr. Miles, I’m not feeling very well. Can I get a note to see the nurse?” I said when he looked up at me from the clipboard in his hand. Embry must have heard because he was on his way over to me. Mr. Miles gave me a look then wrote me the note.
“I can take her if you want me too,” Embry said looking at Mr. Miles but I knew that he really wanted to just talk to me. I internally cringed at the thought of being alone with him. Obviously not because I didn’t want to. I wanted to more than anything but I had to remain strong.
“I don’t need you to. I know the way,” I replied before Mr. Miles could. I quickly turned and made for the door but not before seeing the confused, hurt look that Embry gave me. Instead of going to the nurse, I went to my locker and grabbed everything I would need for tonight’s homework and waited for the bell to ring. I didn’t want to be waiting around when Embry got out because more than likely he would try to find me and offer me a ride. After a day full of saying ‘no’, I knew I wouldn’t refuse.
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Satellite Heart (Embry Call Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWhen Lamia Sinclair dreamed of what she wanted to be when she grew up, it never involved slavery. At the age of seven, Lamia was taken by the Volturi, royalty of the vampire world. For years she served them growing colder and more distant from the o...