Leah's POV

I turned once we got far enough away from the shaking and laughing idiots and looked between Jacob and Seth "what the hell was that about?" I asked as I picked up the towels and book stuffing them back into my bag "Well?" I asked facing them again as I put the bag over my shoulder. Seth looked over at Jacob before looking back at me and shrugging his shoulders "Ask Jake" raising my eyebrow I looked at Jacob. Jacob looked back at me and frowned "I don't know they are always just there. Always watching me as if their waiting for something. It's pissing me off" Sighing I shook my head and started walking. I had no idea what to say. I mean what do you say, 'oh yeah? Hey why not just avoid them?' Yeah not going to work, they go to the same damn school and live on the same damn small reservation. Avoiding people you hate isn't exactly easy here. Point and case to the two idiots on the beach who think the sun shines out my asshole of an Ex's ass.

Walking into the house, Leah threw her bag on the ground and moved towards the kitchen. There was nothing to do in this house, and obviously leaving it no longer held any appeal. Moving around the kitchen she did the one thing she always did when she was pissed off or upset the one thing nobody but her family knew about. She cooked. Not baked like the slut of a cousin but actually cooked, it was a good thing too. It seemed that Seth and Jacob who had all but moved in lately ate more than an average human, then again so was I, but then again I have always found comfort in food. It was the one thing that never let you down, never left you wanting more, or confused, and it never left you broken.

It hadn't taken long before everything was in the oven, and the kitchen was clean again. I looked around there was nothing left to do but wait, shaking my head with a sigh I walked upstairs and into the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror like I always did, I turned the water on letting it heat up before getting undressed and stepping in under the water. The hot water worked to relax me a little, but then again water always did. It was why the beach was my favourite place to be, well before Sam had to go and fuck everything up. The Cliff's that was mine and daddy's place, it was where we would go and watch the sun set when I was younger, and it was the first place he took me too when Sam had broken up with me. It was my safe place, it was our place.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried off before wrapping a towel around me and walking towards my room. I got to the hallways when I heard Seth call out "GOING TO JAKES WILL BE BACK FOR DINNER SIS!" I didn't bother answering, what was the point? The door slammed closed as I shook my head and walked into my room. Getting dressed into a pair of jeans and one of Seth's t-shirt I moved back towards the kitchen to check everything. Opening the over door, and checking the food, I turned it around and pushed it back in before closing it resetting the timer.

Walking into the living room, I laid back on the couch the house was silent. The only noise to be heard was the clicking of the timer, I hated silence, and it was the one thing that always made my mind start to wander, for me to think. I hated to think; it was when I was thinking that I felt that loneliness and the pain of betrayal come back. I was getting better, I was. I didn't want to curl up and die, I didn't want to murder Sam and Emily, ok well that was a lie, I did till want to murder them. They were the two people I loved the most, I was engaged to Sam, we had our lives planned. We were going away to college in the fall, and we were going to get married after we graduated and start a family. It was all planned; he even bought a house for us, the house that was now home to him and my slut of a cousin. The back stabbing whore who I caught fucking my fiancé on my living room floor. I had since thrown the rug out and bleached the entire floor. There was no way in hell that was going to stay anywhere near me after that. Shaking my head trying to dislodge those thoughts, sighing I kicked my feel up on to the coffee table and reached for the remote control and switched on the TV, since silence and thinking were only going to open old wounds I may as well watch mind numbing TV. I sat flicking through the channels when there was a knock at the door.

Groaning I stood from the couch "stupid fucking idiots can't even leave me alone, no someone always has to come and fucking disturb me" Pulling the door open I come face to face with "Paul? What the fuck are you doing here; didn't you get the fucking idea earlier?! Leave me and my brother alone" I gripped onto the edge of the door to slam it closed, only of cause the idiot has his foot in the door "Le-ah wait" I looked up at him and folded my arms "wait, wait for what? Are you here to tell me that your fucking friend is sorry? That he didn't mean to hurt me? That he still loves me? Well ..." Paul cut me off half way through my rant "Leah just give me 5 minutes. If you don't like what I have to say I will leave you alone, hell IL even leave La Push if you tell me too" Stepping back I looked up at him and tilted my head. The sad thing was I actually believed him. I shook my head and dropped my arms "you have 5 minutes" I said I stepped around him and closed the door. There was no way in hell that I was letting him in my house. "4 minutes and 40 seconds" I said tapping my foot as I waited "Look, you hate me because you think I'm friends with Sam I get it" I scoffed but he continued anyway "But I'm not friends with him" Rolling my eyes, I couldn't believe it. He was going to stand here and tell me he wasn't friends with Sam when he is the one who follows Sam around, that cut his hair like the fucking idiot and who is ALWAYS at Sam's, yeah not friends my ass. "We're fighting. He said something about you and I couldn't take it anymore. You deserve better Leah, you always have" wait what? I shook my head and looked at him "since when the fuck do you care? Where was this understanding when I needed it? When people started talking about me? Gossiping about me? How Sam leaving me was the smartest thing he could have done? Huh? Where the fuck was it then!."
"Leah, I'm sorry" he said as he reached out towards him, stepping back I shook my head "No Paul, you don't get to come here and tell me your sorry, if you were even a little bit sorry or hell even my friend at all you wouldn't be taking his side! You would have been here!" I said as I felt the burn of tears in my eyes. I hated crying, it never solved anything, never made me feel better hell it made me feel worse. Shaking my head I reached for the door "Leah, look I'm sorry. IL do anything, all you have to do is say the word" I looked down at my feet and shook my head before whispering softly "make it stop hurting"