Offended and Again

Davina's P.O.V.

The hospital was actually relatively close to the High School, and larger than what I would've expected a small town hospital to look like. But I supposed sometimes people could come from all over or something if there was really good care here. And the hospital had 5 star ratings on Google.

I parked my motorcycle, not bothering to throw the tarp over it as I hurried up to the hospital doors, the intern paper in hand.

Looking around the waiting room, there were a few kids, their parents, and an older woman with her daughter. I waited patiently as the woman at the front desk talked to a patient on the phone, holding it between her cheek and shoulder as she put information in on the computer.

I reviewed the paper, making sure everything was filled out correctly. I would hate to miss this internship because of some mistake on my part.

Name: Davina Michaelson Age: 18

(Cause someone who looks like they had a late birthday is better than a nineteen year old still in school)

School Status: High School Birthdate: April 7 Home Status: Alone Marital Status: Single Blood type:

Damn, I wanted to be a doctor and I didn't even know my own blood type. That wasn't going to look good at all.

I wished I could find my hospital files from the accident about what blood they'd used to replenish my blood, but it had been to difficult to look at. Now, I was paying the price. I would just have to explain that I simply didn't know.

The secretary put the receiver down and smiled up at me, "Hello, how can I help you today?"

"Umm, hi." I said, becoming rather awkward again. "I wasn't really sure where I was supposed to turn this in?" I handed her the internship paper and her face became just slightly hard as she glanced at it.

Her smile was more forced when she turned to me, "You don't know your blood type?"

"It's on one of my hospital records but I haven't had the chance to look at it." I replied.

"Are you sure you even want this internship or is just to try and get with Dr. Cullen?" The woman asked in a low whisper.

I swear to God I saw red.

Carlisle P.O.V.

I was walking down the hallway talking with one of my nurses when I overheard Karen at the front desk ask, "you don't know your blood type?"

I frowned slightly, telling Nurse Kelly to go on without me as I needed to 'make a phone call'. I stopped so I could listen, unsure who Karen was talking to.

A voice I had never heard before said in a rather awkward tone, "It's on one of my hospital records but I haven't had the chance to look at it."

Strange, they couldn't possibly have hospital records here, I didn't forget voices, and this one was rather pleasant. I could listen to this girl speak for a long time and never get tired of her voice, something that was strange as I had never felt that way before about anyone.

Even though Karen lowered her voice, I could still hear her as she muttered, "Are you sure you even want this internship or is it just to try and get with Dr. Cullen?"

I almost sighed aloud. Of course, another girl intern. That was a bit of a disappointment.

I was rather surprised when the girl burst out rather angrily, "Look, I don't even know who Dr. Cullen is or what he looks like! I can name every bone in the human body, label heart diagrams from memory, I know CPR and basic first aid, and about half of the diseases that are most common in America! I am not here to bloody crush over some guy whose probably twice my age and already married. I don't care if he looks like Alan Rickman or Daniel Gilles, I'm trying to intern so I can learn to be an Anesthesiologist and I'm honestly offended that you think so lowly of a girl you don't know sh- crap about."

Well! I was rather pleased with this turn of events. She was someone who was genuinely interested in the medical field.

I leaned out of the doorway, just slightly to see a girl of average height with brown hair- not counting the few green and blue streaks she'd added into the curls- making her way out the door. Karen looked rather angry and abashed at this turn of events.

I could hear a motorcycle starting up outside and was sure that the girl had been riding it.

Unseen by me, Karen crumpled a piece of paper in her hand angrily and tossed it into the trash can, getting up, and moving into the breakroom for a moment.

Quick as a flash, I darted to the trash can, pulling out the piece of paper, and darted back to my office, being careful so no one saw me move so fast.

"Davina Michaelson." I mumbled, reaching for the phone, "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance."

Davina P.O.V.

I sped down the highway, making my way towards La Push. I was absolutely pissed at the secretary back at the hospital. How dare she make an accusation about me trying to get into the doctor's pants! I didn't want any such thing.

I was really starting to hate this Dr. Cullen bastard. I mean, why the hell did people think he was so great?

I usually didn't judge people before I met them, but it was getting very hard not to judge him based on everyone's opinion on him.

He must be a Lockhart with a few more brains. That's all there was to him. He was probably in his fifties too, and just had that 'young' look about him. And of course, married guys always seemed like a thrill because of that forbidden aspect.

I mean, I had no idea if he was married or not, but he probably was. If he was as hot as they say he is, he probably has himself an actress or model or maybe even one of those hot shot porn stars.

Okay, maybe not.

Eligible Bachelor. Yeah right. If this guy was as great as they were making him out to be, he could have whoever he wanted.

Like a hot shot porn star.

As I flew down the road farther into La Push, I realized that I didn't exactly know where Sam's house was. On the other hand, I knew where Jacob Black's house was, and soon I was pulling up, climbing off the bike to knock on the door.

It took a moment before the door was opened, a man in a wheelchair sitting before me. I raised an eyebrow. "Well hey Billy!"

He grinned openly, "Davina! What a surprising surprise!"

"I'm afraid I might've lost the address to Sam's house." I said with a bit of a smirk. "I don't suppose you could point me in the right direction."

"I'm sure I have the address around somewhere." Billy said, wheeling himself back around. I thought I saw a flash of worry in his eyes, but I must've misread it because it wasn't there when he looked over his shoulder. "You can come on in."

I stepped into the small house, closing the door behind me.

"Dad, who's here?" A younger man's voice called out and Jacob came into the room, looking at me with a head tilt.

"Hi Jacob." I greeted him. I didn't know him the way I knew Sam. I knew his sisters though.

"Er-"

"Davina Michaelson." I introduced myself, holding out my hand which he shook in a firm manner like his father. "You probably don't remember me, I'm a few years older than you. I think you were five the last time I saw you. I'm more friends with Sam."

Jacob nodded and Billy came back from the kitchen. "Here you go. It's really not far from here. But the second address is his girlfriends house, Emily Young. If he's not home, you can try there. In fact, you should probably try there first."

I grinned, "The boy finally got himself a girlfriend, eh? About time. I thought no one would have him."

Billy chuckled, "Come back soon Dav."

"Will do Billy."

"Tell your parents hello for me."

That hit like a ton of bricks and I nearly tripped over my own two feet. "I- I will." I said with a bit of a grin, and then closed the doors behind me, closing my eyes. Damn.

I hurried to my bike, reading the second address. Billy was right, it wasn't all that far from here. Not at the speed I would be going anyways.

I pulled back up the driveway, setting back out on the road, zooming towards this Emily Young's house.

I wish I knew more about Emily, but I knew absolutely nothing about her. What did she look like? Was she also Native Indian? Was she older? Younger?

I wasn't jealous, Sam was more like a brother than anything else, but I was a bit surprised not to hear Leah's name instead. Like Emily, I didn't know much about Leah, but I knew that Sam had had a bit of a crush on her when I'd left for Kentucky. Oh well, things change. I mean, he was what, ten when I left?

I pulled up to the house. Actually, I would've called it more like a bungalow. It looked like it was built into the forest, made of wood, and looked dark. I was a bit hesitant, unsure anyone was home except for the blue pickup in the driveway. It was also rather old.

I stopped the motorcycle, hopping off, and approaching the door to the house rather warily.

The doors that were in the front of the house were wide and glass, giving me a perfect view of the kitchen with a small, round wooden table and chairs. There was a small lamp on, but no one was in sight.

I knocked as loudly as I dared, afraid I might break the glass should I knock harder than that. I waited rather awkwardly, counting the seconds in my head. When I got to sixty-nine (cause why not), I turned and started to walk away.

Only a few seconds later, the glass door was slid open and I turned to look at the man in front of me.

The guy standing in front of me was heavily toned, had a freaking six back, short black hair, a tattoo on his right arm, huge muscles, and was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans.

"Sam?" I questioned in disbelief. Holy shit.

"D-Davina?" Sam asked, taking me in with wide eyes. And then he grinned, "You got shorter."

"And you got uglier." I jested back, putting the bike helmet down, stalking towards him. "Billy told me you fell in love. Who's the lucky guy?"

He basically tackled me at that, his hands on my hips, pushing me to the ground, trying to tickle me. I squirmed underneath him, laughing before grabbing his wrist, twisting it just slightly, hooking my right leg over his back, flipping him to his back so I straddled him, pinning him to the dust. His eyes widened in amazement.

"Don't worry Sammy boy, I'm always going to beat you."

There was a small cough behind us and I turned around to see a semi-beautiful woman standing there. There were claw marks on her face that extended all the way down her arm. I studied the nature of the marks for a second until Sam coughed for a second and then I got off of him with a bounce.

"So sorry." I said with a grin. I looked back at Sam, extending a hand to help him up. I grinned at her. "Wow Sam, She's seven times prettier than I thought she'd be."

Emily blushed and Sam scowled, "That's cruel shorty."

"Just facts ugly." I said with a nonchalant shrug of my shoulders before approaching Emily with my hand out. "Sorry about that. I'm Davina Michaelson."

She shook my hand, "Emily Young."

"I know. Billy told me before I came." I said with a grin.

"What!" Sam protested, "And you still made the joke about a guy?"

"Course I did dear brother." I teased. "What's the fun in life if I can't tease you twenty-four seven?"

"You're his sister?" Emily asked in surprise.

"Not biologically. Obviously." I said gesturing to the drastic difference in skin tone. "But we grew up together. Till I moved anyways. But we've kept in touch through letters mostly."

Emily paused for a moment and then said, "Wait, you're beloved?"

I growled at Sam. "You did not."

Sam grinned. "I did."

I flipped him the finger. He rolled his eyes.

I turned back to Emily. "It's Davina. Ignore him. He's a dumbass."

Emily's lips twitched and Sam grunted, "Don't you dare laugh Emily."

She very nearly laughed.

"Anyways, how about you come on inside for a bit?" Emily asked.

"Sure, thanks." I said, following her through the glass doors and into the kitchen.

"How are you?" Sam asked seriously. "I haven't heard from you for two years and you kind've just dropped out of the blue. . . how long have you been in Forks?"

"I arrived yesterday. I spent most of it putting the house back in order." I said, only answering part of his question while I took the seat, spinning it so I could sit in it. I was starting to feel rather tired from my exhausting day.

"Would you like anything?" Emily asked.

"No, I'm alright, thanks." I answered. "Anyways, what about you Sammy?"

Sam grinned, "Nothing to much."

"You have a girlfriend." I pointed out.

He shrugged, "Haven't you had a boyfriend?"

"Nope." I said, letting the 'p' pop and my stomach clench uncomfortably. "There weren't many kids or guys my age."

"How are your parents?" Sam asked.

I clenched the chair tightly in my hands. I knew I should be expecting this question but it still hurt. But I didn't want the pity that I would get if I told him my parents were dead. But I didn't like lying to Sam either.

"I don't know, I haven't spoken to them in a while." I replied nonchalantly.

He gave me a curious look, "How long?"

"Two years ago?" I questioned. I shrugged, "Thought it was time to move to Forks."

Sam frowned, "What? They disowned you or something?"

"Not really." I replied, trying to figure out a truth that wasn't a truth. "We just. . . lost each other I guess."

"Did something happen?" Sam asked, prodding now.

"Just some things back on the base." I replied. "But it's really nothing you have to concern yourself with Sam. I'm fine, really."

"Right well, the next time you see them, tell them I said hi." Sam said with a bit of a frown.

"I will." I said.

There was a bit of silence until I leaned forward and said, "Sooo, have you watched The Vampire Diaries yet?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "No, why would I watch that?"

I scoffed, offended, "Because I'm a lovely character in it."

"You're named after a character, you're not actually the character." Sam replied, amused.

"I'm offended."

"You're always offended shorty."

"Keep it up ugly, I'll roll you in the mud again." I jabbed.

"Did someone reject you?" Sam jabbed back, "You're never in such a bad mood?"

"I'm not in a bad mood." I grumbled.

Emily laughed, "You two argue worse that Paul."

"Paul?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. "That scrawny kid I could beat in five seconds in a wrestling match?"

Emily snorted, "Not scrawny anymore, that's for sure."

"Bet I could still beat him." I said with a smirk. "Just as I beat lil' Sammy over here."

"I let you win." Sam jabbed.

"Mhmm." I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, spill. What happened today?"

I gritted my teeth and he realized I was actually legitimately pissed. "It was the secretary at the hospital."

He blinked, "What?"

I sighed, "I was hoping to find an intern position at the hospital here while I finish up my last year of school, it's only like four classes that I wasn't able to do at the base. Anyways, I filled out the form and the secretary said she didn't actually think I wanted to intern to learn the medical program because I don't know my blood type. The questions were so stupid on the form too, wanting to know martial status! Like why the fuck do they care if I'm single, taken, married, or fucked?! It's none of their damn business! And she just said that I only wanted the position so I could get into Dr. Cullen's pants and I've never even met the guy! I don't know what he looks like! And it's so stupid! Why the hell do I have to be punished by not getting the intern position when they're all jealous I'm gonna take him or something? I'm not going to take him! He's probably fifty!"

I breathed in heavily from my rant, pinching the bridge of my nose, and closing my eyes. I finally relaxed and muttered, "Sorry."

"It's fine." Sam said tersely.

I opened my eyes, "You okay?"

"Just mad you don't have the intern position." Sam said with a bit of a smile.

I shrugged, "There's always college learning. Not like I have the money to afford it but I'll manage."

Sam grimaced and that was when my phone rang.

I sighed, pulling it out and sliding it over. "Hello?"

"Is this Davina Michaelson?" an angelic voice asked on the other side.