Part 2
"Sorry about that, I must have blanked out," I said, surprised at myself.
"Its okay happens to me all the time," Yuri smiled sweetly.
"And me too!" Jessica added, at Yuri's heels. Jessica is to Yuri as Mike is to me, I thought to myself. It is true. Jessica follows Yuri around with her endless—not to mention meaningless—chattering. I can't feel the extent on Yuri's pain, but I can get to gist of it, because Jessica isn't the only one who does that to Yuri, and Mike sure is the only one who does that to me—well, that I am aware of.
"That's great," Yuri forced a smile in Jessica's direction. I noticed that Yuri's pace quickened ever so slightly, in a vain attempt to dodge Jessica's questions.
I followed quietly to each store, nodding in approval in each different outfit, laughing at Jessica's attempts to be funny, laughing genuinely when Yuri is funny, and adding in some stories of my own to the bunch that was being tossed about. My heart was truly not into shopping. So I just stood there, trying not to get in anyone's way.
"Not much of a shopper, are you Bella?" Yuri observed.
I shook my head, "Never really have been."
"How do you not love shopping Bella? It's like breathing," Jessica stared disapprovingly.
"The same way you can't ever seem to stop talking—it's in her nature," Yuri snapped.
I flinched in fear at the tone of her voice; it caused goose bumps on my arms. But I still gave Yuri a grateful smile, but her gaze focused on Jessica's shocked face. Slowly, Jessica seemed to get . . . calm. Her face relaxed and she seemed slightly less energetic.
It was about, our eleventh store when my feet started to ache. It's strange really, I can walk to same amount of time anywhere else without my feet aching, but while shopping, they start to hurt. Anyway, my feet weren't the only things aching, my stomach did as well. It felt like it was sometime around seven.
"Mmmm ... I'm a little hungry, let's go get some food," my head shot up when Jessica said the word, food.
"Oh, wow Bella," Yuri laughed.
I pouted. "I'm hungry too."
"Obviously," Yuri chuckled, her eyes sparkling from amusement.
I sighed, but couldn't help but to crack a smile of my own. We headed for a simple sushi bar. We took seats on three empty stools, and the conversation took an interesting turn when Yuri didn't order anything.
"I thought you were Asian … So why aren't you eating sushi? I mean, that's why you chose this place, right?" Jessica commented nibbling on a piece of sushi.
Yuri clenched her jaw, not a good sign. "You do realize that this is Japanese food, right?"
Jessica nodded her head like she was Yuri's puppy.
"Good, well, I'm Korean, not Japanese," Yuri lifted her head up.
"Well, then what do you eat?" the uncertainty in her voice was clear.
Yuri froze, only for a moment, and then quickly composed herself.
"Organs," she answered. "I enjoy eating the organs of . . . animals. I prefer the organs, opposed to the actual meat." Yuri paused for a second, her expression was distracted. "Strange isn't it?"she said looking at Jessica, then at me. Her eyes were in a slight panic, like we would think that she's insane.
"Oh," Jessica muttered. "Well, we could have eaten somewhere else then. Somewhere they serve organs."
"Oh, no thanks," Yuri's eyes turned mischievous. "No one serves organs they way I like them. I have to have them specially ordered."
"Organs? Like what?" I asked, suddenly curious. I didn't know why, but I knew that there was more to it than just organs. I felt like that there was more to the story; something that caused Yuri's panic, the very same something that causes everyone to be drawn to Yuri. My curiosity was driving me wild.
"Oh, the heart and liver," Yuri said casually.
"But from what kind of animal?" I pressed.
Yuri looked deep into my eyes, searching for something like she was looking for the reason of my sudden interest in her diet. "Whatever I can find but I don't eat them too often, only every once and a while, and then I'm fine."
And then this caused Jessica to discuss her love for cheese of the different kinds of cheeses. And then her rant of Cheez-Its, which I think are fine, but they irk Jessica.
"They aren't even real cheese; I don't know why people even eat them!" Jessica complained.
I concentrated on other things, like watching my ice cubes in my drink melt -- it was much more entertaining.
"Jessica," Yuri said in a sweet voice. It made Jessica immediately stop and look at Yuri.
"Yes?" she said hopefully.
"Can you do me a favor?" she asked, her voice, honey.
"Anything," she said her eyes wide in anticipation.
"Okay, then," Yuri searched Jessica's eyes. "Can you stop talking about meaningless junk?"
The comment made my heart sink, and it wasn't even directed towards me. The pure annoyance and possible hatred that came from Yuri's voice caused me to sink lower in my seat.
Jess's bottom lip began to quiver. "What?"
"Just," Yuri paused, taking a deep breath, "Just stop talking."
Yuri looked straight into Jessica's eyes, with a satisfied smirk.
"Okay," Jessica muttered looking down at the napkin that she placed on her lap.
"Now that that was taken care of," Yuri turned towards me. "You were quiet on the way here."
I winced a little at Yuri's observation. "Just a little."
"Well, that's fine," a devious smile played at Yuri's lips. "Because I finally get to ask some questions now that Ms. Chatterbox over here is done."
I glanced over at Jessica's direction to see how she'd take Yuri's slightly harsh words, to see how she'd react to them. But it looked like she couldn't even hear Yuri like she was in a strange trance. Like she is here, but at the same time, she isn't. As I looked closer, she eyes looked … dead. My eyes widened in fear, how could a person possibly do that? It's not normal …
"What's wrong with Jessica?" I asked with the same intense curiosity controlling my actions. I almost immediately regretted the words when they came out of my mouth, almost.
Yuri took a quick glance in Jessica's direction, when she did so the sides of her mouth twitched, like she was about to smile. I caused a slight shiver down my back. I knew that there was something wrong, but at the same time, I didn't find it … threatening.
"Oh, Jessica? She probably ate something bad, and is feeling sick," and then Yuri let out that smirk that she was trying to maintain. "Well, either that or the girl's learned self-control."
I couldn't help but to let out a laugh, but I looked in Jessica's direction, unsure of how she'd take it. But she was still vacant. Oh, I don't know why I'm being so dramatic. I'm overreacting. I need to relax.
I picked a couple of pieces of sashimi, and chewed slowly. It actually didn't taste bad. Sure, it was raw fish, but it wasn't horrible. If anything, it was good. But I wasn't sure whether or not my stomach will agree with me later.
"Are you finished?" Yuri asked.
"Uh," I looked at my plate. It was filled with a bunch of little piece of sushi, sashimi, and fish and now, nothing. I guess I must have been hungry. "I guess so."
Yuri chuckled, "I thought so. Come on, let's get outta here."
We all got up, and Jessica stood and started walking almost robotically. Walking down the street I noticed that people were staring, not of me of course, and surprisingly not at Jessica's weird state, but at Yuri. Not that it was surprising; it's just . . . nerve-wrecking since people are looking. Not of you, but are still looking. This is creepy.
I tried to keep my pace with Yuri talked. The difference of Yuri talking and Jessica talking, is that with Yuri, you actually want to listen with Jessica, not so much. I was so focused on keeping pace I didn't notice that there was this strange looking car following us. It was this frumpy-ish looking car. With several people in it, they looked Latin, but I wasn't so sure because it was starting to get dark out. Yuri didn't feel any danger so; I just went along with her example. Well, until they rolled down the window that is.
The guy in the passenger seat yelled out profanities, speaking so fast that his words were jumbled together. All that made sense was, "YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!"
It made me freeze where I stood. I mean, I didn't even know these people! And then he pulled something out, I wasn't sure what it was, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know. But I just stood there, like a frightened deer in the headlights. I didn't know what to do, what to, but to just …stand.
And he threw the object that was in his hand, and it headed straight towards me. It hit me right in the leg. I looked down, not sure what I should be expecting.
It was a donut.
And they sped off.
A donut: a stupid chocolate glazed donut. A donut!
Yuri started laughing. "Oh my god Bella, you should see your face!"
I finally blinked. "Is that a donut?"
Yuri tried to talk in between her laughs. "Yes. Omigod you don't think they'd come back do you?"
"I don't know! Is that a DONUT???" I stared in disbelief at what hit my leg.
"Yes! And it hit you!" Yuri wiped a tear from her face.
"But a donut? I thought they were going to kill me!" I gave a nervous laugh.
"Oh, god. Seriously Bella, you should have seen your face!" Yuri fanned her face trying to control her laughter. "Come on, I think I should take you home before they come back and bring on the jelly-filled."
"Ha," I rolled my eyes playfully.
I followed Yuri back to the car when something caught Yuri's eye.
"Oooh! Stay here, I've gotta see something," Yuri headed towards a store, that was only a couple of yards away from the car. And she just, disappeared. I really didn't understand what was happening. Yuri's sudden disappearance was so strange. And then the zombie Jessica wasn't helping much either. So I was standing at the corner of the shop close by to an alley way with zombie Jessica leaning on my shoulder.
That's when an ear-shattering snarl came from the alley way. I jumped back, shocked. There was a crash and I heard what sounded like a struggle then harsh whispering. I squinted so I could get a better look at what was going on. I stepped forward slightly out of pure curiosity.
I saw five figures, all of them masculine. It seemed like this one guy, he was the source of everything. He was tiny and thin. But his posture didn't exactly say venerable. If anything it was the opposite of that. The others seem to be trying to convince him of something—something serious. One was just, muscle large, and I really couldn't see his face, but he looked strangely familiar, he looked like he was trying to restrain the smallest. And then there was another one a lanky tall, it looked like he was touching the tiny guy for some weird reason. There was one, he was watching the guy causing the problems, and for some weird reason, I want to say that he was reading the one causing the mess and finally the last one. He looked like he was in charge of everything like he was the brains of everything. And I observed all of this from a silhouette.
I stepped even closer, that's when my eyes finally adjusted to the light. And I saw them. I saw them and I know them! Well, not all of them, but I knew three of them. I had to bit my lower lip to prevent me from screaming or gasping. I didn't know which.
It was Edward Cullen.
And his brothers: Jasper and Emmett. And from their stances and action amongst each other, I'm guessing the blond talking to the other guy was Dr. Cullen. But the guy Emmett was restraining, he looked … kind of crazy. He had on the strangest expression on his face: his eyebrows scrunched together, with his weird … frown as if he was concentrating on thinking. He was Asian, clearly, but his skin was so white. It looked like it was glowing along with the rest of the Cullens. But I couldn't get close enough to see other features to notice other interactions, but I heard their quick sharp whispers.
"Bella?" Yuri called. "Bella…? Bella!"
All of them whipped their faces in my direction looking who was talking and why. I glanced quickly to see Yuri's confusion, surprise, and anger. I looked back again, quickly at the five guys, and they were all gone. I could have sworn they were there. I knew there were there, I saw them! I heard them!
Yuri composed her expression. "Come on Bella, I think we should go."
I followed Yuri reluctantly, not wanting to leave. I wanted to search for evidence that I wasn't imagining things. But by Yuri's sudden cold change, I'm guessing they were there, and she's not happy about it. I wonder why. . .
"I think it's best if we leave now," Yuri casting one last piercing glance where the Cullen boys and the strange boy who didn't really fit along with the others once stood only moments ago.
