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Chapter Two: Open Book
The following day was...better.
I knew what to expect from the day; quiet breakfast with Dad and Bella, equally as quiet car ride, and loud friends at school. Mike and Eric walked us to each of our classes- Mike with Bella, and Eric with me. Students seemed to be getting over the fact that Bella and I were new, since I didn't receive many stares throughout the day. We made our spot in the overly crowded table with the same group from yesterday. Somehow, we managed to squeeze two more seats at the end of the table.
I jumped when I felt an arm slip around my shoulders. "Hey." I looked up to my right to see Tyler sitting next to me with a smirk on his face.
"Tyler, you met my home-girl, Evan?" Eric asked, dropping his conversation with Mike and some other boy, who's name I couldn't place.
"Your home-girl?" Tyler asked with a laugh. I awkwardly slipped back out of his arm reach while the boys continued their fight.
"Tyler, lay off." Jessica rolled her eyes. "She's clearly not interested."
"Relax, Jess," he shook his head. "I'm just playing."
"Not that this isn't fun," I interrupted as I grabbed hold of my tray. I scooted my chair out from the table, "But I'm gonna start heading to Calculus. Jessica?"
She smiled brightly before quickly following my lead.
All morning, I've been trying to mentally prepare myself for Calculus. I tried not to let Emmett Cullen bother me too much, but his constant staring from the day before stuck in my head all night.
Bella confessed last night about what was bothering her with Edward Cullen; said that he was glaring at her like she was repulsive. I mentioned that his brother just stared at me like I was an alien, not even trying to act like he was paying attention to anything else. "I rather have him look at me like an alien than like I repulsed him," Bella had said with a shake of her head. I couldn't help but agree that my situation was a little bit better than hers.
Jessica and I got to Calculus before most students, only a select few were sitting down waiting for the start of class. She immediately skipped over to her table and started talking to a strawberry-blonde haired girl with murky green eyes. I averted my gaze before sitting down in my seat uncomfortably. I opened my notebook and tried focusing on writing down whatever notes were already on the board.
I waited for Emmett Cullen to show up, but even after the late bell rang, he didn't show. I was almost relieved that I have the table to myself, and I wouldn't have to worry about the burly boy beside me. I listened to Mrs. Walter teach the lesson with no problems; no distractions. It wasn't until the class bell rang that my thoughts resumed focusing back on the missing Cullen. I tried not to believe that he was absent because of me- mostly because I did nothing to bother him, at least that I was aware of.
Volleyball was less hectic than it was yesterday. Most of the girls were standing around talking, ignoring Coach Clapp's instructions to play.
"Edward wasn't there," Bella mentioned, avoiding a falling ball, but in doing so, she bumped shoulders with a small teenage girl. She mumbled an apology before standing beside me again.
"Emmett wasn't either," I answered back. I bit my lip in consideration before shrugging my shoulders. "Maybe they both had something to do," I tried reasoning. Bella accepted my answer, though she didn't really believe it herself.
After school, Bella and I needed to go shopping for groceries, since the night before Dad admitted to not being able to cook anything except eggs and bacon. He reluctantly handed over the keys to the banquet hall; showing that we had no food in the house. "We're going to go grocery shopping tomorrow," Bella muttered looking at the empty cabinet. We grabbed money from the jar labeled FOOD MONEY and made a quick list of what we needed.
Bella paused in reversing to look out the rear view mirror. I tried to find what she was looking at before I realized that she was looking at the Cullens and the Hale twins. I quickly averted my gaze when I met eye contact with Alice Cullen.
"Come on, Bella," I mumbled, snapping her out of her mind. She nodded her head slowly before backing out of the parking spot we were in. I tried not to notice the fact that they were staring at our noisy truck as we passed by them, but I could feel their glares, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
The Thiftway was our local grocery store- one of our only grocery stores. It wasn't far from the school, only a couple of streets away, meaning that it only took us 10 minutes to get to our destination. Bella took over most of the shopping as I just followed her around, taking in my surroundings- she mostly did the shopping back home, so she was used to no help. Considering that we were in a small town, the supermarket was big. It was spacious, and had everything from food, to tourist clothing with FORKS, WASHINGTON on the front. We stayed over near the food, so I wasn't able to see what the other side of the store looked like.
I helped unload the groceries from the truck, trying to shield myself from the light rain with the bags. Even though Bella didn't appreciate the rain, she laughed at my antics.
"It's useless," she laughed, stepping into the house after me.
"Can't hurt to try," I shrugged.
We stuffed the food into the cabinets, mostly wherever they would fit. While Bella started on dinner, I grabbed our shared laptop from upstairs and signed onto my mail. I haven't been able to check it since I left Phoenix. I wasn't really expecting much, but I did receive three messages from Mom.
"We got mail," I called out to Bella from the living room. I heard her grunt in response before I opened the first one.
"Eva," my mom started...
You and your sister write me as soon as you get in. Tell me how your night was. Is it raining? I miss you
both already.I have almost finished packing for Florida, but I can't find my phone charger. I know, I know-
again. You wouldn't happen to know where I put it, would you? Phil sends his love. Mom.
I moved onto the next one that was sent eight hours afterwards.
"Eva," she wrote...
I haven't heard from either you or Bella, yet. Why haven't you called or e-mailed me back? What are you
waiting for? Mom.
The last one was from 8:23, this morning.
Evangeline, if I don't hear from you or Isabella by 5:30 p.m. tonight, I'm calling Charlie. Stop making me worry!
"Bella, e-mail mom before 5:30," I called out before typing a response to my mom.
Mom,
Calm down, I'm writing now. Bella is making dinner, I told her to e-mail you when she was done. Please
don't do anything rash.
I sent that before I started writing another.
Mom,
Everything is going great here. Yes, it is raining- this town has 5 layers of rain, but you know how much I love
the rain. Bella, on the other hand... School is going okay. Most of the lessons right now are all repeats from when
I was in school in Phoenix. The kids are nice, Bella and I made some friends that we sit by at lunch. They are all
very welcoming...
You broke your last phone charger, I told you to buy another one before I left, remember?
Dad says hi. He bought Bella and I a truck that we share. Bella wouldn't admit it, but I think she loves the old
thing more than I do. He bought it from Billy Black- you remember him, don't you? He lives down at the reservation,
La Push.
I miss you, too. I miss your...interesting cooking, mom. Though, now Bella and I have Dad's interesting cooking
to watch out for. I don't know how you two made food, before.
I'll e-mail you soon, but I'm not going to check it every five minutes, mom. So please, relax, okay? I love you.
Send Phil love back.
Eva.
I clicked send before placing the laptop on the table. I contemplated starting on my homework, but I knew that I only had to read Wuthering Heights- Bella's favorite novel- since we are studying it in English. I wasn't too worried about those tests; Bella made sure that I knew everything about the book, front to back. I didn't even have to read the book to know it.
Bella grabbed the laptop before looking at her own messages, I was sure that they looked exactly like mine; worried and frantic.
The front door opened a little while later, signaling that Dad was home. Bella had left the living room to retreat upstairs, saying that she was going to read. I kept an eye on dinner, making sure that nothing burnt. I heard loud footsteps coming from the stairs before Bella ran into the kitchen, apparently forgetting about dinner altogether. I laughed as Dad walked into the living room with a questioning expression.
"Hey, Dad, welcome home," I greeted.
"Thanks." He hung up his gun, took off his belt, and slipped out of his work boots. "What's for dinner?" he asked warily. He was probably remembering how our mom's cooking was always experimental. It was surprising that he remembered that.
"Steak and potatoes," I answered, standing up from the couch to enter the kitchen. Before I left the den, Dad's face changed from wary to relief.
I helped set the table while Bella finished making dinner. By the time that I set the last knife on the table, Bella called Dad into the kitchen.
"Smells good, girls," he commented as he sat down in his usual chair.
"Thanks," we answered at the same time.
Dinner was silent for the most part, each of us enjoying Bella's cooking. It wasn't until Dad spoke up that the silence was broken.
"So, how did you like school? Have you made any friends?" he asked as he started taking seconds.
"Everyone's been welcoming," I answered with a slight nod of my head. Dad's eyebrows raised in suspicion as he heard my answer; it wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either.
"There's this girl, Jessica, in a few of our classes," Bella explained more, trying not to let him worry too much. "We sit with her and her friends at lunch. And there's this boy, Mike, who's very friendly." Too friendly.
"That must be Mike Newton. Nice kid- nice family. His dad owns the sporting goods store just outside of town. He makes a good living off all the backpackers who come through here."
"You know the Cullen family?" I blurted without thinking. Even though I've kept my mind occupied with other things, Emmett and Edward's weird actions still ran through my mind every once and a while.
"Dr. Cullen's family? Sure," he nodded. "Dr. Cullen's a great man."
"They...the kids...are a little different," Bella stuttered.
"They don't seem like they're fitting in well at school," I continued.
Dad surprised us bother when he suddenly looked angry.
"People in this town," he muttered. "Dr. Cullen is a brilliant surgeon who could probably work in any hospital in the world, make ten times the salary he gets here," he continued, his voice becoming louder. "We're lucky to have him- lucky that his wife wanted to live in a small town. He's an asset to the community, and all of those kids are well behaved and polite. I have my doubts, when they first moved in, with all those adopted teenagers. I thought we might have some problems with them. But they're all very mature- I haven't had one speck of trouble from any of them. That's more than I can say for the children of some folks who lived in this town for generations. And they stick together the way a family should- camping trips every other weekend... Just because they're newcomers, people have to talk."
I was speechless after his rant. I don't think I've ever heard Dad talk to passionately about something before.
"They seem nice enough to me," Bella backpedaled. "I just noticed that they kept to themselves."
"They're all very attractive," I added with a small laugh.
"You should see the doctor," Dad said, laughing as well. "It's a good thing he's happily married. A lot of the nurses at the hospital have a hard time concentrating one their work with him around."
We fell back into a comfortable silence after that. I agreed to cleaning up the kitchen since Bella made dinner, so when Dad and Bella went off to do their own things I cleaned the kitchen. It didn't take me long to finish the dishes and clean the counters. When I was finished, I gruffly muttered a quick goodnight to Dad before making my way into my own room. I didn't hear any movement from Bella's room making me think that she already fell asleep.
It was quiet for once; no rain falling down onto the roof, or the wind blowing against our windows. I yawned realizing how tired I actually felt before changing into a quick night outfit. I barely felt my head hit the pillow before I was asleep.
The rest of the week was peaceful. Everything seemed to settle down after the first couple of days. Everyone went back to their old routine for school, much like Bella and I did. We always had a quiet morning, before returning to a loud school with excited friends, only to get back home to stay by ourselves.
Emmett and Edward Cullen did not return to school.
My nails were bitten down from anxiety as I waited for his return every morning. But he never came back. It was now Friday, and I was starting to get used to the fact that the Cullens have yet come back. I didn't even glance up from our table's conversation to look at the corner table. I laughed along with Angela as the boys raved about the reservation's beach; apparently we needed to take a trip up there as a group, since the weather was starting to get better.
It wasn't until I felt Bella nudge my shoulder did I looked up from our animated table. She subtly nodded her head in the Cullens general direction, making me gaze as well. I felt my heart jump as I gazed as the familiar burly man. His hair was still has curly as I remember, his t-shirt stressed over his muscles. I immediately looked away with a shrug towards Bella. I would not let some strange boy make me feel this way. There were plenty of good looking boys back home that I had ignored.
But none made your heart race.
I quickly shoved my thoughts back before joining into the table's conversation. I happily agreed to taking a trip down to the beach, since I hadn't been since two summers ago.
I was again broken away from the conversation when Jessica giggled, "Emmett Cullen's looking at you."
I didn't glance over at the table, no matter how much my mind wanted me to. I raised my eyes to look at Jessica with a grin, "And?" She dropped the conversation with another giggle.
Now that I knew Emmett Cullen was back, it was beginning to become more nerve-wrecking as I followed Jessica to Calculus. She talked animatedly about the upcoming trip to La Push, while hoping that she could somehow get Mike's attention. This was a regular conversation between the two of us. She asked for my advice about how she could get Mike's attention off Bella and somehow go out with him. I could tell that she was legitimate about liking him, so I didn't mind helping her much. Also, I knew that Bella would be glad that Mike's attention was off her.
I felt a stutter in my step as we finally made it to Calculus. I tried keep my gaze away from the mysterious man sitting in the seat connected to my table. I rolled my shoulders before following Jessica towards the back. She stopped at her seat, giggling at me, but I just kept my head up and walked to my seat.
I had planned to ignore Emmett Cullen for the rest of the school year. I had planned to be polite to him, if need be, but I wouldn't talk to him, or ask him what his problem was. I figured out that in the end, I didn't really want to know. But my plans never go according to plan.
I felt my heart skip a beat as I heard a simple word fall out of my neighbor's mouth. "Hello." I cautiously looked up, craning my neck to look at his face fully, because even though we were sitting, he still had about a foot on my height.
His face structure was even more...perfect up close. It was almost unfair how beautiful this boy was sculptured. His lips were naturally tilted up in a smirk, looking plump and soft against his strong persona. His nose sat straight on his face, perfectly angled; not too big, not too small. His cheekbones easily melted into his face, leading down to his strong jawbone. His eyes were what caught my attention most. His eyes were naturally narrowed in mirth, with dark lashes lining both upper and lower lid. But that wasn't what made me attracted to his eyes. They were a light butterscotch color, with dark purple bags resting under his eyes, making the light color stand out beautifully.
I felt my mouth go slack before quickly recovering, hoping that he didn't notice- though, the smirk resting on his face told me otherwise.
"Hello," I mumbled back, almost cursing myself in my head. I turned back towards the front of the classroom as Mrs. Walter's called for attention.
I thought that the small greeting would be the end of our conversation- and I say that lightly since it was only a greeting. But again, I was struck wrong.
"Your name is Evangeline Swan, am I correct?" he asked, gaining back my attention.
I've hated my name ever since I was a little girl, and kids my age couldn't pronounce it correctly. I despised it because it was a mouthful, because it seemed to old fashioned for the 21st century. But once the name effortlessly left Emmett's mouth, I didn't cringe. I didn't immediately want to correct him. The way it slipped out of his mouth made my heart race again, but I stubbornly corrected him anyways.
"I prefer Eva, or Evan," I corrected, biting my lip afterwards.
"Of course," he smiled down at me. "I'm Emmett Cullen." He paused before continuing, "I wanted to properly introduce myself after my unforgivable meeting with you on Monday. I do apologize for seeming rude towards you."
"It was slightly barbaric," I muttered quietly, hoping that Mrs. Walter wouldn't bust us for talking. When I realized we weren't the only table talking, I relaxed slightly.
I practically felt my heart stop in my chest when I heard Emmett's laugh. It was very low, almost a grumble, residing inside his muscular chest cavity.
"Again, my apologies," he chuckled, "Eva."
I tried focusing on the notes that Mrs. Walter was writing on the board, but with the now friendly Cullen sitting beside me, I couldn't help the questions, that I tried blocking, from coming back. "You were gone." I stated writing down the example from the board. I didn't look up at Emmett, knowing that he heard me, since he looked back down at me after I spoke.
"Yes," he validated. "I had some family issues I needed to take care of. Edward and I were sent to Alaska for my father."
"And Edward," I started, "is he back, too?"
"No."
It was that simple answer that I knew would get Bella through the rest of the day. Edward hadn't returned with Emmett, but if they left together, why wouldn't they come back together?
"You moved from Arizona, correct?" Apparently, with me asking a question, Emmett thought it was okay to ask on of his own.
I humored him, though. It was only fair since I've been asked this question more than five times a day during the week. "Yes," I nodded. "Phoenix, to be exact."
"How are you liking the weather change?" I glanced up at him from my notebook to see that he generally looked curious about my answers.
I bit my lip before answering, "I've always preferred rain over sun, so I'm managing okay. My sister, Bella, is the one that's having trouble adapting."
"Okay, class," Mrs. Walter broke us out of our conversations. "The rest of the class period I'll give you to start on your homework. It's on the board. You may begin."
I opened my book to the page that was written on the board before writing down the first question.
"Your sister," Emmett began. "Are you close?" I paused at the suddenly personal question while Emmett backpedaled. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer if you don't wish to."
I shook my head as I suddenly got the need to reassure him, "No, that's okay. I just wasn't prepared for the question." It wasn't a total lie. "Bella and I are twins; fraternal twins. We've been very close every since we were little. We've been each other's clutch for so long." He nodded his head, but before he could ask another question, I threw one back at him. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you and your siblings close?"
He thought about his answer for a little bit, my homework completely forgotten as I continued our conversation. "I can relate to what you said about Bella being your clutch, since my family has been that for me for quite a while."
"You and your siblings are adopted, right?" I asked curiously.
"Correct," he admitted. "I could never thank Carlisle and Esme enough for taking me in."
I smiled softly at him as the bell for the end of class rang. I packed up my things quickly, ready to disappear from the classroom when Emmett's voice stunned my heart again, "See you Monday, Eva," he smiled down at me from his giant height before walking away.
I combed my hair through my hair before following the rest of the students out of the classroom.
The weekend came and went, nothing too exciting happened. Bella was surprised to hear of Emmett and I's normal conversation, before wondering out loud when Edward was going to show his face. I just shrugged at her rhetorical question. I reorganized my room out of boredom, moving my bed closer to my window so I could look outside when I couldn't sleep. I helped Bella clean up the house; I attacked the living room while she attacked the kitchen. But that only sufficed my boredom for a couple of hours. I even picked out my outfit for Monday, Sunday night, just to try to pass by the time.
Monday morning, I quickly changed in my creme colored shirt; it has different colored Aztec print on the top. It was a flowy shirt, that I paired with my black jeggings and black ankle booties that had buckles as design.
Once at school, everyone greeted Bella and I as we climbed out of our truck. I smiled back at them in greeting, accepting Jessica and Angela's compliments to my outfit of choice. The day, itself, went by relatively smooth, nothing too out of place, or out of routine. The only exciting thing that has happened so far was that it started snowing after English class.
I smiled at the white flakes, while I saw Bella's face scowl.
"Wow," Mike said, coming next to Bella and I. "It's snowing."
"Ew," Bella mumbled while I laughed. Mike looked over at us surprised.
"Don't you like snow?" he asked Bella, since I was smiling at the growing pile of snow on the ground.
"No. That means it's too cold for rain." Again, I laughed at Bella's expense, to which her scowl deepened. "Besides, I thought it was supposed to come down in flakes- you know, each one unique and all that. These just look like the ends of Q-tips."
"Haven't you ever seen snow fall before?" he asked, still in his shocked state.
"Sure I have," Bella nodded.
"Yeah, on TV." I snorted. Every time it snowed in Forks, Bella was never here to see it. She was always down in Phoenix, soaking up the sun while I enjoyed the fluffy flakes.
Soon enough, the first snowball was thrown, right in the back of Mike's unsuspecting head. We all turned to see where it came from. Eric was turned the opposite direction, walking away from us, and away from our next class. Mike started rolling up a nice snowball, and I excited joined, quickly grabbing some fluff before squeezing it into a ball.
"I'll see you both at lunch, okay?" Bella started walking backwards as she spoke. "Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside." We both nodded, not entirely paying attention while we aimed our returned fire.
I shook out my wet hair as I stepped into the lunchroom. Ever since Mike, Eric, and I started our little snowball fight, many others decided to join in. It was becoming an ongoing game, where if you saw the person during passing, you were to throw the snowball at them. I was hit too many times to count, but they blamed it on the fact that I was from Arizona. I let them used that as my excuse, so I could plummet them with snowballs when their backs were turned.
An arm around my shoulder brought me back to the present. I looked up at Mike, with wet flakes dripping from his, now, spiky hair. "After school, we're gonna have a big snowball fight, you in?" He grinned bright, making me laugh.
"Only if I'm on the winning team," I joked while we caught up to Bella and Jessica.
Bella froze when Mike and I reached them in line. I looked to see if I can find what she was looking at, but with one glance around the cafeteria, I could only assume. There were now six people sitting at the Cullens table.
"Hello? Bella? What do you want?" Jessica asked pulling on Bella's arm. I saw a flash of heat reach Bella's face before I bumped her shoulder with mine.
"What's with Bella?" Mike asked, looking at Jessica.
"Nothing," Bella finally answered, gripping onto my hand tightly. It was something that we picked up doing when we were scared. We would grab the other's hand and it would instantly calm us down, reminding us that we had each other, no matter what. "I'll just get a soda today."
"Aren't you hungry?" Jessica asked.
I quickly grabbed a pre-made salad and two sodas before checking out, handing Bella the ginger-ale to help her stomach. If she wasn't eat, she probably felt sick.
"Actually, I feel a little sick," Bella admitted, proving my assumptions correct.
I sat down next to Bella, trying to bring her into some conversations but she was far too into her head. A sigh left my lips as I turned to look at the Cullens. They were laughing and joking around, almost like my own table. All of the boys had their hair saturated with melting snow, falling onto the table in droplets. Alice and Rosalie quickly leaned away as Emmett and Benjamin shook their hair out, soaking the rest of the table.
"What are you two staring at?" Jessica asked, bringing me back to the table.
"I'm just excited to get back outside," I lied with a false smile on my face. It was plausible, the Cullen's table was close enough to the window where Jessica wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"Edward and Emmett Cullen are staring at you two," she replied with a giggle, almost like she did on Friday last week. "Is there something going on between you and Emmett, Evan?"
I bit down the blush that wanted to reside on my face before shaking my head at Jessica, "No, we're just table neighbors." I shrugged her question off. She pursed her lips, realizing that she wasn't going to get a reaction out of me, before turning to Bella.
I glanced back at the Cullen table while Jessica and Bella talked quietly, to see that Edward and Emmett were indeed looking towards our direction. Neither one of them stopped staring after I looked up, though I ignored Edward's gaze as I locked eyes with Emmett. He smirked before wiggling his fingers at me in a wave. I snorted attractively before turning back towards the table, still feeling his gaze on my back, like the first day of school.
I didn't stop the small grunt as I looked at the rain washing away the snow; no after school snowball fight after all. Jessica giggled at my reaction before dragging me towards our after lunch class- Calculus.
It didn't surprise me as much as it did on Friday, when I saw Emmett already sitting down at our shared table. I tried not to make eye contact with him, though I could feel his gaze on me. I sat down quietly, pulling out my notebook and last night's homework.
"Hello," the same musical voice from yesterday greeted me, again. I looked up at Emmett's golden specs before offering him a one-sided grin.
"Hello."
"It's too bad about the snow, isn't it?" he asked while glancing outside to see that most of the snow that had fallen down was gone with the pouring rain.
"Yeah," I laughed lightly, "I was actually looking forward to the snowball fight after school."
"So was everyone else in the school."
"Were you?"
Emmett's lips turned upwards in the corner in a side grin, "I was."
Just like yesterday, Mrs. Walter called order from the class, but no one really listened to her. They quieted down a smidgen, though.
"Why did you move away from Phoenix?" Emmett suddenly asked.
I was sure that my face showed my confusion well as I thought about his question. "Well, I've missed Forks, for starters, I guess." I bit my lip in thought. "But the actual push to move was that my mom got remarried."
"You don't like your step-dad?" He didn't ask like he was assuming, he was just curious.
"No," I shook my head. "Phil's great. He takes care of my mom- he's a little young, but he makes her happy."
"Then why the move?"
"Bella and I wanted to give them space. It was my idea to move in with our father until we graduated," I answered truthfully.
Emmett nodded.
"Why did your family move?" I asked. Like myself earlier, Emmett wasn't expecting the question, but he didn't look reluctant to answer.
"We needed a change," he answered, like it was some simple equation.
I bit the inside of my cheek but nodded my head, accepting his answer. Sometimes it was just that: simple.
That seemed to be the last of Emmett and I's conversation; with the occasional snide comment during class, mostly from Emmett. I controlled my laughter down to just smiles at what came out of his mouth. A couple of times, I was able to make him chuckle with the simple curse under my breath; apparently my whispering wasn't as good as I thought it was.
The bell rang for the end of class, again I hurriedly grabbed my things but before I was able to rush out of the room, Emmett's voice stopped me. "See you tomorrow, Evie."
"Evie?" I questioned out loud. Only my family called me Evie every once and a blue moon, I much preferred Eva, or Evan.
"Everyone calls you Eva, or Evan, I thought I'd call you something different," he smiled toothy at me, revealing a two rows of perfectly straight, white teeth. "See you."
Jessica latched onto my arm as she started demanding answers, but I just laughed her off, answering as much as I could.
Gym passed by, and before I knew it, Bella and I were racing with the other students to try and get into our rightful cars. I sighed as I turned on the heat to the truck, deciding to drive home today, instead of Bella. I glanced in my rear view mirror to see if anyone was behind me, but I made eye contact with Emmett Cullen instead. His usual mirth was shining brightly in his eyes, before he raised his hand in a similar wave like in the cafeteria; fingers waving excitedly. I dropped the contact as I felt the corners of my lips turn up in a smile before pulling out quickly.
"Shit," I cursed slamming down on the breaks. Bella clenched the door handle as the Toyota Corolla continued on it's way, unbeknownst that I almost made scrap metal out of their newer car. I carefully looked both directions before reversing again, trying to ignore the booming laugh coming from the silver Volvo that I knew belonged to the Cullens.
