Sam gave us the day off, since the vampires left on vacation with her. I can't blame Jake for hating that the girl of his dreams decided to marry a bloodsucker and soon, become one of them to. But on the bright side, if they bite her, then the treaties off and we can declare war. Hopefully, in the meantime Jake finds something else to occupy his time with, considering we share thoughts, and I am sick of Bella occupying my mind 24/7.
I am walking downtown with Jared, his girlfriend Kim, Sam, Emily of course, Jake and little miss sunshine, Leah. What a group we make. Very diverse, I should say. We must look pretty menacing since people keep pushing as far away from us as possible and switching to the other side of the street. Big deal, I think. I can't wait to meet Paul wherever the hell he is at the moment, so that we can go eat. I'm starving, and I think the rest of the pack is to.
"C'mon Paul. I want to go eat!" Jake complains loudly, as Paul emerges from the nearby mini-mart. He went in to get "water", which is really just code for "I need to go see the girl who works in the mini-mart." Life is just way to predictable.
Once we get to the restaurant, I immediately notice the matradee (sorry, I don't know how to spell that) is very good looking. She looks like someone I would want to take home with me. Maybe I'll try. I might have a chance. But then I look around and realize that just about every other male in the restaurant is having the same thoughts so I just forget it. I'm nothing special, you know.
Once we are seated, we all decide what we want almost instantly, because us guys are just predictable like that. Just then, the waitress walks over to our table, taking drink orders. I think I lost all sense of reality because this beautiful redhead, named Hannah according to her nametag, is the person I love more than life itself. How cheesy can I get?
I finally realize that she is talking to me, and I am just staring back at her with a bambi in headlights look. Shit! I try to compose myself enough to get across the point that water is fine with me. As soon as she turns to leave, I start inwardly kicking myself for being such an idiot. All thoughts of the curvaceous blonde were instantly replaced with the goddess, object of my affections, Hannah.
Of course, now I have to deal with all the questions being shot at me from the people at my table.
"What was that man?"
"Are you ok?"
"She's not that good looking. What's your problem?"
At that one I erupt in a low growl.
"Don't you dare talk about her like that! Hannah is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
I didn't have to explain to anyone that I had imprinted. It was kind of obvious. To bad the poor girl had chose that exact time to come back with our drinks. Now it was her turn to look like Bambi.