I hadn't done much the entire day. However, I did try and find projects to do, no matter how pointless, it was something that diverted me from thinking about him.
Not paying any attention to what I was doing, I zoned out at the kitchen table with blank eyes. The only thing that broke the strange trance was the high pitch of the phone ringing.
It was unbearable. I fumbled toward the cordless, knocking over the magazine I thought I had been reading.
After mumbling a series of expletives under my breath, I answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey Bella! Are you busy?" My best friend Jake's voice boomed into my ear.
"Not at all. I was actually just about to call you…"
While saying this , I realized I could have done this a lot earlier in the day.
Jake paused on the other line. Probably catching the weird tone in my response.
"OK, well, I just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out for a bit? My dad and Charlie are freakin' me out a little."
I was confused but still accepted. I hung up the phone, threw on my jacket, and ran out to my truck.
Charlie, my dad, wouldn't miss me. He had left for Billy Black's place about an hour ago for some type of sporting event. I'm guessing Jacob just made up same lame excuse to hang out with me so he could get out of there. I don't blame him.
Realizing I was zoning out again, while driving, I slowed up the stop sign and shook it off. I looked to the right, subconsciously searching for him. I was in front of the Cullen's house. Staring at the tall, white, Victorian style home, I nearly prayed to see Edward Cullen appear like he had in my dream, with those urgent green eyes.
Time felt like it had froze, while I sat ignorantly idle at the stop. I was brought back to reality when I heard someone laying on their horn. Embarrassed, I looked in my mirror and there they were. Two deep set emeralds glaring impatiently at me. My stomach dropped and I hit the gas pedal a little too hard, sending the truck and myself flying forward.
I snuck a glimpse back at him, I'm pretty sure I saw him laughing.
"stupid, damn truck!" I panted as my stomach returned to normal, along with the pigment of my cheeks.
I wondered how long he waited for me to move while the back end of my truck blocked the entrance to his driveway.
"Great. He probably thinks you're a complete basket case now." I said to myself as I crossed the invisible line into the reservation.
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