Chapter 6: Chapter 6

A/N: Hey people! Sorry it took so long to update I was at camp. My whole explanation about that is on my A/N for 'From fiction to reality' I updated that yesterday! Hopefully you read it.

To recap Claire is 15 and Quil is 17 (eternally) (or not)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight but I do own the character about to mess around with their relationship...ooh lala...

PS: that might have been a spoiler for things to come or it might not have, I'm not sure yet.

I looked out the window and luckily, he was sitting outside in his car. Lucky in the sense that I had a ride to school.

I sighed, and grabbed my winter jacket from the closet beside the front door, and headed outside towards his car. I started shivering instantly. Brrr it was really cold outside, I had half a mind just to walk back inside but most of that mind was due to me being a chicken and not facing him. But I didn't like I said it was only a half and the other half was determined to get an apology and promise from him to never tell me what to do again. I made it to the shot-gun seat and Quil had opened the door for me. Just being near him made me feel warm. Probably due to the fact that his body temperature could melt snow.

I looked at his face as he walked to his side of the car. He didn't look upset, which surprised me, quite the contrary he looked happy. He had this big grin on his face from the moment I stepped out the door. It wasn't a fake smile either, but sincere, almost like my very presence made him happy. I'm not trying to be vain or anything, I'm just trying to explain what he looked like...but why would he be smiling? We were fighting, or so I thought.

"Morning Claire!" Quil said with a chipper voice to match his expression.

Ok this was super weird; I decided to voice my confusion on his uplifting attitude. Because frankly I was not in the mood to be happy.

"Ok Quil, what's up? And I mean, why are you happy?" I asked my irrational emotions beginning to flair. I know I shouldn't be angry that Quil was happy, but that was exactly WHY I was upset. He shouldn't be happy when I felt this crappy. Or at least regretful that he put me in this mood.

"It's just nice to see you, that's all." Quil replied gunning the car down the street.

A bunch of sarcastic remarks jumped into my head with that remark, but I decided against them. I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant - No why he said that, but then I remembered my resolve from earlier. If he didn't apologize...silence is rewarded.

With that reminder in my head I shut my mouth.

Quil looked at me, but I crossed my arms and looked away from him and out the window. I was watching the trees fly past outside but not really watching them. I kept Quil in my peripheral vision waiting for him to ask what I knew he was about to say next.

"What?"

I turned my head and looked at him like he was being an idiot, which he was. He still looked confounded though. I don't understand how he can seriously believe I would just forget that we had an argument last night and were fighting. Apparently he had.

I waited a minute but then gave in and decided to be generous and give him a hint.

"I just hope you know, I haven't forgiven you yet." I said turning my head away again and left him to mull that over for a bit.

"Wh - Oh, oh ya. Well I'm sorry about that, I mean last night. Claire...it's just those guys, they...and I'm meant to - I mean..." Woah, I've never seen Quil struggle for words before, he was always so sure of himself. He took a deep breath and continued "I'm your...Best friend and I want what's best for you." He said ending anguished.

When he said best friend though, I saw him wince. He didn't like being my friend? I mean, sure we had some rough spots, but most people did. It actually physically hurt to think that Quil didn't want to be my friend and that would entail not seeing him.

I gasped, no matter what had ever happened between us he hadn't left. To have something like that happen something big would have had to happen between us, which hasn't. I thought. I looked at him again; there was a strong undercurrent of emotion I could most definitely see he was trying to hide, but his efforts were futile.

During his internal quarrel I studied him closer. I saw resentment and anger. Were those towards me? He was suppressing something larger though and I couldn't quite figure it out, it was unknown. Well unknown to me.

What could this emotion be? It seemed so strong but Quil seemed determined to hide it. I don't even know why I cared so much. Maybe because I'd known him my whole life.

Woah- wait I'm now an expert at reading emotions?? When did I become so observant?

A sharp jolt on my torso brought me back to the real world and out of my reverie. I looked around seeing the Forks High school parking lot. I went to get out of the car but Quil had beaten me to the door and was holding it open for me again. Like when he was holding the door open for me earlier I gave him a barely audible "Thank-you".

I turned around to say goodbye but it caught in my throat as I saw the regret and anger on his face again. Why would he regret being my friend? And why was he angry at me? I had, partially forgiven him...but he still had the same look on his face. It frightened me.

So without further ado I spun on my heel and walked towards the school. I could hear some 10th graders whispering about Quil.

"Oh My God. He is soooo Hot!"

"I know! Do you think he's dating that freshman? If they are, she hasn't a hope with him for long." I looked over at them and they quickly shut up, apparently they didn't know I could hear them.

I cast a glance back in the general direction of Quil to see if heard, he had flushed red and turned to get back in his car, I examined him a little closer.

Quil was quite good looking, ok he was definitely hot. I just hadn't noticed before, and he was nice...and sweet, smart, funny, and gorgeous.

Woah, where did that come from? I shook my head to rid it of these new and dangerous thoughts. Quil is my Best friend not someone I can just ogle. But I couldn't stop thinking about if we dated. What would it feel like to be held in his arms not just as a friend but as a girlfriend?

My thoughts were abruptly stopped when I walked into someone and fell down, dropping my bag and all its contents. I had a bad habit of wearing my backpack unzipped.

"Oh." a deep male voice said

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" I said once I had myself righted. I looked up from the ground and met the most beautiful face ever created. He had blonde/brown hair and was very pale, but he was gorgeous except for the expression on his face, it was scrunched up like it smelled something horrid. I looked into his eyes and all train of thoughts were stopped once again. They were mesmerizing, almost a topaz color.

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