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Why Did You Tell HIM?!
I walked over to Edward's Volvo and waited impatiently for him to unlock it. Of course, he would never let ME drive his "precious baby". I think I was in for some serious competition with that car. He finally unlocked the doors and I got in, slamming the door behind me much harder than I really needed to. When Edward got in he rubbed his armrest, leaning his forehead against the window. I could have sworn he mouthed the words, "She didn't mean it, baby." Ugh! Stupid Volvo. It was a good thing that Edward couldn't read my thoughts or he'd apologize to the thing again.
Edward started up the car. "Would you like to tell me where we're going?"
Okay, so sometimes it was annoying not having my thoughts read. I wasn't going to explain that I planned on storming his house, seeing how many people had known Angela was a witch-maybe be mad at them for a while. I would also do my best to keep Alice from throwing that party. Me and my stupid figures of speech!
All I said out loud was, "To your house."
The ride was quiet on the way over. I didn't want to talk to Edward, but I was madder at the fact that I couldn't seem to be normal and meet normal, human people rather than at Edward for not telling me the person I thought was normal was, in fact, not normal. Wow, even my thoughts weren't normal.
Edward parked the Volvo in the garage and we both sat there for a moment, staring at our hands.
"I don't think it's that big of a deal," Edward said suddenly, sulking. "I mean, it's not like she has giant warts, or flies around eating little children, right?" Taking my surprised silence as encouragement to go on, he added, "Who eats kids, anyway? They're not up to their full potential, and their blood tastes all weird, and-"
I stared at him.
He finally shut up but couldn't quite drop the subject yet. "Well, we're lucky that no one here eats them. That's all I'm saying."
My stare continued.
"Bella, your silence is freaking me out." He paused. "Could you please forgive me?"
"Maybe," I conceded. I could tell that, in his own weird way, he really was trying.
We had barely stepped out of the car when the ground started shaking.
"Earthquake!" I screamed.
"No. It's Emmett."
"Oh."
Emmett bounded-yes, bounded-into view, a huge grin on his face. "I have the greatest joke for you, Bella! Ready? Here it goes." He cleared his throat and glared at Edward. "And don't you dare spoil this."
Edward held his hands up in the air. "Wouldn't dream of it."
"Ha! Exactly, because you can't dream! Ha! You're good!" Emmett laughed quietly and we waited for him to calm down and get on with it.
"Alright," he said, pausing to increase the suspense. "If Angela got hurt, and Carlisle helped her, what would that make him?"
"I don't know, Emmett," I said dryly.
"A witch doctor! Get it? Like the song!" He started the hum and sing it very loudly.
I threw my hands in the air. "EMMETT knew? EMMETT? He can NEVER keep a secret!" I was sure by now that every one of the Cullens had known.
Emmett looked hurt by my exclamation. "Why would I tell anyone? I pinky-swore that I wouldn't. Pinky. Swore." He jabbed his pinky finger at me and waved it in front of my face for further emphasis. "Besides, I thought everyone knew Angela was a witch?"
I groaned.
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