A/N: Hola my lovely readers! Sorry for the mini delay with the update. But I have a good excuse, yesterday was my birthday, :) The night before, my hubby took me to Orlando for an overnight trip and we had a great time! I have to say all in all it was one of my best bdays ever :) Anyhow, I really want to make this a short and sweet note, so here goes... Thank you so much to those of you who reviewed the previous chapter! I am pretty shocked by all the response to this story with only two chaps in, lol. It means a ton to me, so thank you! Thanks for putting this fic on alerts as well :) All right, let's get to reading. Chat with you more at the end. Enjoy the chapter! Especially towards the end, it's very interesting, haa
***Disclaimer: All of you know it's not mine but the lovely Stephenie Meyer's. A BIG thanks as always goes to her for creating these wonderful characters and allowing us fans to play with with them :)
***My beta is the beautiful and amazing Serenshadow who made my bday special by sending me a lovely card in the mail! I love it babe, thank you :) Your friendship and awesome beta work, means so much!
Chapter 2: Diner Happenings and Seeing Mr. Masen
**BPOV**
Cold, soft lips leave trails of ice across my neck and makes a path all the way down to my stomach.
His tongue tastes my goose-bump covered skin and I moan like a cheap whore.
God, he feels out of this world!
I don't even give a shit that he plans on draining my entire blood supply, after he fucks my brains out.
It will be so worth it; just to feel his solid, muscular body rock with mine.
See, I've been having this same erotic, mind-blowing dream for weeks now. Every time we are this close to having sex, the dream ends!
Well, not this time! Since I'm unlucky in the romance department in real life, I'd damned if I have the same fate in dreamland.
I pant deeply and watch in anticipation as his head settles right between my parted legs. Shivers radiate over my spine when his frigid breath blows air right into my very drenched sex.
God, he's torturing me, damn vampire! I just wish he would taste me already!
Either he read my mind, or I voiced my want aloud because he laughs right against my skin. My entire torso shudders and a pool of desire invades my lower belly. I arch my back and shift down, intentionally rubbing my entrance on his face.
"Why you naughty, very eager human. Are you trying to tell me something?" his voice sounds like bells and etches with pure desire.
Hey, what can I say? My mind is a wild, imaginative one, okay? Lord knows why I dream about fuck-hot vampires who seduce me. But, I love it and really hope I won't wake up for a long, long time...
Knock, knock!
I gaze down at my sexy vampire lover in wonder and he shrugs. Then continues his head-spinning, arousing assault. Strange, I thought I just heard knocking on my bedroom door.
Oh just ignore it and focus on the delicious vamp who was about to...
"Oh, God, yes!" I cry out lustfully as my seducer slowly licks my folds with his arctic tongue.
His blood-red eyes train on me and a playful smirk creases on his full-shaped mouth. "Are you ready my beautiful vixen?"
I'm only capable of nodding my head in answer and bracing myself for the ultimate oral pleasure I will ever receive, dream or real.
Knock, knock!
"Bells, are you awake?"
Oh, dammit to hell Charlie!
Black clouds my vision and my perfect, sensual dream is no more.
My eyes flutter wide open and then squint, catching a peek at the morning sun that's illuminating my room. Shit, it's morning! What time is it?
I try to control my panting, and wait for my erratic heart-beat to relax, gazing over my surroundings. Oh, that's right, I'm no longer in Florida. I'm in Forks, still in Forks. I frown, eying the alarm clock radio on my bedside table and groan. Jesus, it's almost eight a.m. on a Saturday! Why on Earth am I awake so early?
A hard knock on the door makes me flinch and I glare over at it with narrowed eyes.
"Bells? Come on sleepy head, rise and shine! I thought I would treat you out to breakfast kiddo."
Charlie. He's the reason my amazing, scorching dream got interrupted and why I am up at such an ungodly hour! I sigh, rub my sleepy eyes and carefully sit up, pulling the covers back. Well, here goes. The first day of my new life in a small, lifeless town. Where I have no friends and nothing to look forward too. God, I miss mom and my life back in Florida terribly. A hard lump wedges in the middle of my throat and hot tears fill my eyes. I swallow and take a deep breath.
I promised Renee I could handle this and I will. I swing my legs around the edge of the bed and settle my feet down on the cool floor. "Yeah Charlie, I'm awake. Hang on."
I exhale softly, spring off the bed and stroll towards the door. Then pull it wide open and face an awkward, and weary appearing Charlie. He grins, amused and shakes his head. "Well, good morning kid. I was about to use my blow-horn to wake your comatose self up."
I glare at him irritably with narrowed eyes. "Funny dad."
"No, I'm not kidding. I actually own one and was this close to using it." The smile never disappears off his face and I mock pout, while trying to hold back from laughing.
Charlie, and his refreshing sense of humor, just might help me get through the sadness my heart is bearing. Oh, how I wish it's enough though.
I run my hand through my tangled, thick hair and ask, "So, what is this I hear about breakfast?"
Charlie nods as he rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, I was thinking since there's no food in the house, we could go grab a bite to eat over at the diner. Sound good?"
As if I actually have a choice. I mean, I don't mind spending quality time with Charlie. It's eating at that hole-in-the-wall place I have a problem with. Oh give it a chance! I sigh and shrug my shoulders casually. "Sure, sounds cool. Can you give me about twenty minutes to get ready?"
"Sure, I'll be waiting downstairs. Don't take too long though, your old man's stomach is sounding like Chewbacca." Charlie winks, chuckles at his own joke and I shake my head, laughing a little at his expense.
I watch Charlie leave my room, and the second he descends down the stairs, I close my door. Then lean heavily against it and exhale slowly.
This is going to be a really long day.
~~~~TP~~~~
Just as I envisioned, the Forks Diner is a mom and pop type of establishment. The moment Charlie and I enter inside, the potent scent of grease and coffee invades my nostrils. I wrinkle my nose, repulsed and drag my feet across the floor as I follow Charlie over to an available booth. Once we are seated, a bubbly appearing middle-aged waitress arrives at our table and greets us. To my chagrin, she instantly recognizes me from when I used to dine with Charlie here many years ago. Damn, I did? Sadly I don't recall having been here prior to today. I must have blocked out some of my memories of Forks, or perhaps there was remotely nothing about those days that stand out.
After all of us conversed in small chat, the waitress Rhonda, expresses her sympathies regarding Renee's passing. I couldn't bring myself to say much in response, other than a cordial thank you. Charlie shares his appreciation as well to her and then politely nips the conversation in the bud. A few seconds of uncomfortable silence passes, then Charlie breaks the ice by telling her his drink order, and I mumble mine as well. I'm relieved that he had stopped the kind, but talkative woman, before she started sharing her life story or something. Once Rhonda was out of ear-shot, Charlie looks at me apologetically and extends his hand out, then covers it over mine.
"Sorry about that Bells. It's a small town you know, everyone knows about-"
"It's fine, no worries." I assure him, glancing over the menu for the third time.
I feel Charlie's eyes penetrate on my lowered head, but I refuse to meet his gaze just yet. I'm aware he isn't buying my blasé attitude about the conversation. However, I need to keep up with my show. I want him to see that I am strong and handling things just fine. Though deep down, the ache and loss I'm harboring is tearing me apart, little by little.
"So, ah, kiddo, you have any plans for the day?"
I finally look at him and refrain from rolling my eyes. Plans? Is he serious? What in the world is there to do in this town that's neither interesting, nor fun? Besides, I lack transportation; so that eliminates any opportunities of venturing out of Forks. Well, there's always option B. I could walk somewhere, to the park perhaps. I think there's one a few streets away from Charlie's.
What are you six? What will you do in the park, play on the monkey bars?
All right, forget that idea. God, this is going to be a long ass summer! I sigh sadly to myself, then give Charlie my undivided attention. I notice he's staring at me intently and it registers that I still haven't answered his question.
I shrug one shoulder, place the menu down and mutter, "Well, um, I dunno. I suppose grocery shopping is on the agenda."
Charlie cocks his eyebrow and his expression is incredulous. "Grocery shopping? That's how you want to spend your Saturday?" He chuckles under his breath and I scowl in his direction.
Glad he finds my plan amusing! Then again, it's only that, a plan. Since I lack a vehicle to actually take care of said idea anyway.
"Ah, yes, that was the plan. But it's a no-go anyhow since I don't have a car to take me there. But, here's a thought...I have some money in savings. Maybe you can take me car shop-"
"That won't be necessary Bells." Charlie grins from ear to ear, a playful gleam in his eyes.
What is that supposed to mean? Oh he's hiding something! So what does he have up his sleeve?
Before I have the chance to ask him to spill all, Charlie beats me to the punch and answers my internal questions. "Well see, Billy Black's son Jacob is great with fixing cars. He just finished working on a truck that was once Billy's, just before you arrived here. When Billy mentioned it to me, I thought about you and decided to take a look at it. I liked what I saw and I bought it for you."
Whoa, stop the presses! Charlie bought me a truck? Damn, that is...generous and unexpected. Not to sound ungrateful but I wish it's a cute, tiny two door car instead. I'm not particularly fond of trucks, but hey I'll gladly accept it. Oh shit, I have my own wheels! Ah, freedom! I can't wait to drive right out of this hole-in-the-wall town and head to a place where there's a movie theater. Hell, I'll even visit the mall, one of my least favorite spots to visit. Charlie's smile grows wider as he stares at me expectantly, waiting for my response to his surprise.
Hello Swan, go and thank the guy!
"Wow dad, I can't believe you did that for me. I mean, how awesome of you, thank you! But, wait," A thought crosses my mind and my brows crease together in worry. "How much did it cost? I would like to reimburse you for-"
Charlie scoffs and gestures his hand dismissively, "Don't be ridiculous Bells. I appreciate the offer, truly, but I bought the truck for you as a gift. A welcome home present to be exact."
A slightly awkward silence lingers between us and I try to dismiss my cynical ponders. For whatever reason, the word 'home' hit a nerve. I don't feel at home living here in Forks and I wonder if I ever will. Don't misunderstand me, Charlie's been wonderful and I feel very welcomed by him. However, my true and only home is back in Florida; in the cozy bungalow that Renee and her husband Phil had owned. That place was home and always will be.
I sigh quietly, shove my dismal feelings aside and smile halfheartedly for Charlie's benefit. "Are you sure? Really, it's no problem. I have the money saved, I'm not sure if I have enough to cover the cost but-"
Charlie chuckles and raises his hand, silencing me. "Yes I'm sure. I wanted to do this for you, so please accept it. I just... well, hope that you like it."
I beam as excitement stirs up in my chest; and I daydream about the trips I will take with my used set of wheels. "I'm sure I'll love it, thanks dad! So, where it is? I didn't see it parked on the driveway when we left the house."
Charlie nods and grins impishly. "You're welcome Bells and Jacob is on his way to drop it off as we speak."
I practically squeal in response and bounce in my seat. Charlie laughs and shakes his head, amused over my elation. I study his expression, spotting his glee and pride. I must admit, happy is an emotion I have not felt in far too long.
"Wait, now hold up kid. Don't get too riled up just yet." Charlie advises, looking anxious as his lips pull into a deep frown.
Quickly my good mood diminishes and I throw him a perplexed gaze. "Okay...why not dad? What's the matter, I thought you said the truck works great."
Charlie is silent for a tortuously slow minute and I tap my foot impatiently against the floor. "Dad...what is it you're not telling me?"
Oh God...I hope the truck isn't all beat up or seriously old or something. Anything else but that!
Just in the nick of time, for Charlie's sake, Rhonda arrives back with our drinks. She places them down in front of us, then flashes a friendly smile and informs she will return to take our order. I pay her little mind as my attention is only on my father, who presently appears all shades of guilty. Crap, how bad is it?
He sees the distressed expression I'm wearing and grins reassuringly. "Bell, relax, it's not that bad. It's just... all right let me point out that Jake did a hell of job on the truck. It runs perfectly, like brand new."
I furrow my brows and glare at him, suspicious. "Like brand new? Okay, how old are you talking about here Charlie?" My voice is casual, but on the inside I'm on full blown panic mode.
I don't mind owning a used vehicle and I'm grateful to even have one, thanks to Charlie. However, the look on his face isn't reassuring me at all; in fact it's giving away that whatever he's about to reveal, I won't approve of.
I take in a sharp intake of breath and present Charlie an imploring gaze. "Dad, please."
He sighs in defeat and rubs his hands over his face tiredly. "Honestly? It's pretty, ah, used. How old is it? I don't recall the exact year, maybe the early seventies..."
My eyes widen and keep my lips tightly pursed. Whoa, that's entirely too old for my taste.
Oh come on, it's better than having no transportation at all, right? I can deal. A brief flash of remorse crosses Charlie's face and I glare at him, agitated. I have a feeling he's stretching the truth; God please let me be wrong!
"Dad, it's older than the seventies, isn't it?"
Charlie inhales sharply and glances down at his folded hands that are resting on the table. "Yeah, it's from...the late fifties to be exact."
"The late fifties?" I nearly shout and Charlie hushes me moments too late.
Several of the diner's patrons turn their heads, glance in our direction and I blush profusely.
Good one, loud mouth!
I look at Charlie sheepishly and lower my voice. "Look dad, I appreciate that you bought this truck for me. But I don't understand how it runs well, when clearly it's been on its last life for years. It's ancient!"
Charlie guffaws and throws his head back as his shoulders quake. "Sure, she's older like your old man. However, she has character and trust me, she runs just right. I wouldn't have bought it otherwise."
I give him a skeptical gaze and Charlie frowns, then takes a heaping sip of his coffee. "Listen I had considered figuring out a way to have the car you shared with Renee shipped here. But it just wasn't possible. Besides, I'm sure you recall that Phil donated it to charity on your mother's behalf."
I nod, recollecting what Charlie said and a wave of guilt attacks my heart. God, I'm behaving like a spoiled, ungrateful princess! Renee would be pissed over my reaction. Truthfully, I'm a bit ashamed of myself. So fucking what; the truck is countless years old? I'll learn to live with it and like it. If Charlie vows it works fine, then I'll take his word for it. Besides, buying this truck for me was his way of making up for the lost time we haven't had together. Yet, here I am sticking my nose up on the present that came from his heart.
"I'm sorry dad. I truly am grateful for this and I can't wait to see it. I am sure I will...love it." I present a warm smile and Charlie returns it.
"I know you are kid and I understand your reservations. No teenager, especially the new one in town, wants a geezer for a ride." He chuckles and I scowl at him, showing my disapproval over his unwelcome reminder. "Oh and I do have a condition, of sorts, regarding you owning the truck."
I raise my brow curiously and ask, "All right, what's the condition?" I'm not sure if I like the sound of this!
"That you seriously consider getting yourself a part-time job for the summer. Well, well, speaking of..." Charlie turns his head and glances at Rhonda, who is approaching our table once again. "Hey Ms. Rhonda, you wouldn't happen to have any job openings for the summer, would you?"
I cast him a piercing look, which Charlie ignores, and I want to high-tail it right out of the restaurant. After I kick his shin first; I don't believe him! I appreciate what he's trying to do, but there's no chance in hell I'm working here! Spoken like a true snob again Bella!
"Why yes, we do have an opening! But, Chief Swan, why would you want to work here for? Did they cut your pay over at the station?" she teases and flashes him a flirtatious grin that makes me want to upchuck.
My father may be oblivious, but it's plain as day that Rhonda is majorly flirting with him. Eww, I just grossed myself out!
Charlie laughs and shakes his head in humor. "No, they didn't Rhonda, everything at work is just fine. I'm asking for Bella here."
My cheeks flame and irritation seeps in my chest as Rhonda turns to face me. "Oh, well of course! We would love to have you part of the team!" She throws me a toothy smile, leans over and pats my shoulder gently. "Do you have any work experience?"
"Uh, no." I answer quietly and glance around the diner, paranoid that everyone is eavesdropping. However, the customers are all involved in their own world; some chatting and others happily eating.
I lower my eyes and stare at the menu uncomfortably as Rhonda says, "Well, that's all right sugar. We could have you start washing the dishes over in the kitchen, then you can work your way up."
Washing dishes? No way, not this girl! I give Charlie a panicked look, hoping he would spot the message etched in my eyes. But he just simply smirks my way and then acknowledges Rhonda. "Sounds great! Would you mind grabbing an application for her?"
Uh, hello? I didn't ask for one! Who the hell is Charlie, calling the shots for me?
He's your father, that's who, duh!
"Sure, I will be delighted too! Right after I take your order, so ladies first. What will it be, sweetheart?" she directs her attention towards me once again and I take a deep breath, struggling to keep my irritation under control.
I swear a cigarette sounds perfect right about now!
I cast my sweetest smile and reply, "Actually, can you hold on to that application for me, ma'am? I plan on checking out other earning opportunities first."
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Charlie glaring at me in disapproval. I ignore him and keep my eyes peeled on Rhonda, who appears utterly disappointed as she nods her head. "Of course darling we will keep one reserved for you, just in case. So what are you in the mood for today?"
I tell her my order and after Charlie gives his, Rhonda walks away. Immediately there's tension between us and guilt strikes me yet again. I meant no harm but I want to find my own job. Though, I'm unsure how much luck I will have landing one, considering I have little options. To be honest, I rather work at the grocery store than in this place. No offense. I explain my thoughts politely to Charlie and thankfully he understands. He also informs me the grocery store might be hiring for the summer as well, much to my relief.
So I assure him that when I make the trip over to the store later, I plan on picking up a job application. Naturally this makes Charlie happy and I'm relieved I appeased him. But, I'm no fool; I am also doing this so he stays off my back. I have a feeling if I don't at least show I'm driving around town looking for work, I will be working with Rhonda in no time. Besides, to be honest, a part of me doesn't want a summer job. The last thing I want is to interact with the people around here more than necessary. Yet, on the other hand, earning some money wouldn't hurt any and it would also take my mind off things.
Which is exactly what I need at the moment.
As we wait for our breakfast, Charlie and I engage in some casual conversation; catching up on what we missed over the years. I learned quite a bit about my father and also realized that sadly little has changed in his life. He still goes fishing every other weekend, watches baseball games on the flat screen with Billy Black, and rarely ventures out of the house.
I came to the conclusion that my dad seriously needs a girlfriend. I tease him about this and he rolls his eyes as I make suggestions regarding what he should do to get back into the dating world. Just as Charlie is listing off his reasons about why he enjoys the single life, a slamming, rattling noise causes our heads to spin.
"Excuse me, but what the hell is this? I asked for coffee, not warm, bitter water!" A male voice shouts furiously, grabbing everyone's attention.
I observe curiously as the waiter, who appeared to be around my age, flinches in response to the customer's chilling tone. He's standing awkwardly with his head lowered and his cheeks are a tomato red in color as he mumbles, "I, uh...I'm s,s,sorry Mr. Masen. I had-"
"Spare me the bull-shit excuses! Now listen here, you'll be even more sorry when your incompetent ass is standing in the unemployment line! I can't believe this shit! What were they thinking when they hired you?" The man's voice is as hard as steel and it sent tremors down my spine.
Jesus, what bit this guy's ass? Who does he think he is, treating that poor server like he's beneath him?
I glance at Charlie, throwing him a puzzled and baffled look. He shakes his head slowly and frowns deeply. His eyes are pleading and his expression warns me to remain silent.
"I, I don't know sir. Look, I'll head back to the kitchen and grab another fresh cup for you..." the waiter stammers, trying to recover but the irate patron wouldn't hear of it.
He holds up his hand in mid-air and cuts him off curtly. "Fresh? Oh no, this poor excuse of what you call coffee is anything but fresh. Just bring me my check. Now!"
The server looks as if he's this close to pissing in his pants. Or maybe he already did, poor dude! The guy is trembling from the neck below as he continues to stare at his feet, appearing shocked and utterly humiliated.
Okay, I've seen enough! I can't believe no one is putting this asshole customer in his place, especially my dad. For God sakes he is the Chief of Police, isn't he obligated to interfere? Without giving it another thought, I rise out of my seat. But then Charlie places a firm hand on my right shoulder and forces me to sit back down.
I glare at him in appall and whisper, "What did you do that for, Charlie? That assh-, I mean jerk, needs to be put in his place! Who does he think he is, bullying that poor-"
"He's someone who has been through hell and back. A man you really shouldn't cross paths with Bells. Just let it go."
I cast him a bewildering look, open my mouth to protest but the ill-tempered customer speaks again. "Hello, what are you still doing here? Do I have to retrieve the bill myself? Jesus!"
The waiter shrinks over the man's demeanor and livid voice, then sprints over to the kitchen. I shake my head in wonder, feeling sympathetic for the server who was treated so poorly. Then I eye the jackass customer. He's leaning back in his seat with his shoulders hunched and his head bowed. It's difficult to get a good view of him with that scraggly beard on his face and dark tinted sunglasses covering his eyes. His hair is also concealed underneath a baseball cap, though I spot a few strands of bronze colored hair peeking out.
Curious, I tilt my head sideways and study him intently. There is something eerily familiar about him. Do I know him? No, of course not! I don't know anyone here in town, yet. Nonetheless, I can't shake off this feeling like I've seen him before. Suddenly, his head lifts and he glares straight at me. At least, I think he is. It's hard to tell with his eyes hidden; which makes me wonder. Who the hell wears sunglasses indoors? Why would he even need to? This is Forks, the sun rarely shows itself. I shudder in my seat as his lips purse into a tight, thin line and his brows crease in anger.
Oh shit, is he giving me a dirty look? Why the nerve of that...
"Ah, Bells? What are you doing? Eyes on me." Charlie advises, breaking my train of thought and my eyes land on his. "It isn't the best idea to look at him, trust me."
I scoff, slightly amused. "Why not? Am I going to turn to stone or something?"
"Bells, I'm serious. Just leave it alone and ignore him."
Charlie's expression is grave and my stomach twists violently. An unsettling feeling invades in my chest as I mull over his warning. What's the deal with this Mr. Masen guy, anyhow? As much as I want to honor Charlie's suggestion, a part of me is extremely curious. I wonder what this man's story is; after all there has to be a reason why he's so cruel to poor, undeserving waiters.
Soft whispers capture my attention and I strain to listen in on the conversation over at mystery man's table.
"Mr. Masen, I must apologize about the poor quality of food and drink today. We are short handed in the kitchen and with our staff..." It's Rhonda and she's totally kissing asshole's rear!
Why? He put that server through the ringer and the ultimate embarrassment, what gives?
Mr. Masen, aka jackass, nods his head. "I appreciate the explanation Rhonda. But it's I who should extend my apologies for the degrading way I treated one of your staff members. It's just... I realize there's no excuse for my behavior, but it's been one of those days."
Huh? Odd, his voice sounds gentler. Almost dare I say, sort of hot? Nothing like it was just minutes ago.
Rhonda pats his shoulder reassuringly and smiles gently. Wait a second, why is he being handled like he's the victim? What's with the people in this town?
"I understand honey, you know I do. I'll go and extend your apologies to Ben. Now, are you sure I can't bring you anything else?"
Mr. Masen shakes his head and gives Rhonda an appreciative grin. "No, thank you. I need to be leaving now. But here's the payment for the bill and a little something extra for Ben."
My eyes pop wide as he hands Rhonda a wad full of cash and she gasps in shock. "Uh, no Mr. Masen. We can't accept this, it's far too generous."
He chuckles lightly, stands up and turns to her. "Nonsense. It's the least I can do. Again, my apologies for causing Ben grief. Have a good day, till next time."
Before Rhonda can reply, he strolls briskly towards the door, opens it and exits the diner. I glance at Charlie, noticing he had eavesdropped as well. He just shrugs, sighs and picks up a newspaper that's laid on the corner of the table. I blink in wonder, watching Charlie as he unfolds the paper and begins to read.
All right, that was strange.
Am I the only one who sees a problem here? The jerk-wad just hands Rhonda a shit load of cash and that's supposed to make it up for his unnecessary behavior? Also, shouldn't he be the one to apologize to Ben, not Rhonda? What a coward!
My eyes train back to the diner's doors and I shake my head, incredulous. Huh, suppose I was wrong about Forks being dull. Living here might be very interesting after all.
There's still one thing that's nagging on my mind. I am almost positive I know this Masen guy from somewhere... and I have a feeling we will cross paths again.
~~~~TP~~~~
A/N: So...what did you think? This Edward is um... something else, right? I am sure at this point many of you still have so many questions. Lol. Believe me they will be answered in the next chapter! Because the next one is in Edward's pov, I am so excited! It was awesome to write it, but also very tough as well. Let's just say it's a emotional, pretty sad chapter ;( At least I think so. Also I'll probably split it into two chapters because of the length. We will see ;) Anyhow, what did you think of the chapter? Let's start with Bella's dream, lmao. Pretty hot and humorous, huh? Also, I'm aware it was the Bella and Charlie hour again, haa. But I personally thought it was great and funny too. I love Rhonda and poor Ben! There will be more Ben by the way, also Angela of course. And the rest of the Forks High gang in this fic. But, not for awhile yet. Oh and far as Bella not putting two and two together that Mr. Masen is of course the next door neighbor she spied on. She will figure it out in a couple of chaps from now, hee :)
I realize it's still a slow burn. However, trust me, the next chapter is the beginning of what all unfolds. It will finally pick up soon ;) Well, guess that's it for now. Thank you for reading, reviewing, adding this to alerts, me on author alert and favorite author. When I receive those notifications, it makes me smile! I am going to try my hardest to put up chapter 3, which is Edward's pov, very soon. Its already finished, just have to look it over and of course, have my beta check on it too. Hopefully in a few days! Until then, if you haven't done so, add me on Twitter: vampgirl792011. I am also on FB under vampgirl79 fanfiction. Its a like page. But feel free to add my personal profile also on fb :) If you are interested in doing so, just message me and I will share you the link to my profile. Okay, I'm out of here for now. Till next time, BIG thank you's for all of your support! Don't be shy, please review and share your thoughts :) If you aren't already, feel free to take a peek at my other fics too!
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