Chapter 7

After spending the night pacing up and down in my room trying to figure out my own feelings, I thought of something.

I could use my power to turn off my emotions. Poof. They could just go and I wouldn't have to feel anything.

But what about love? Well, love was the problem. Ugh. My head spins in its own thoughts constantly contradicting one another. I just need to get through this wedding and then leave. Go back to the big city; immerse myself in parties, alcohol and blood. Yes that's exactly what I'll do.

As the sun begins to rise I watch it from the window. The clouds of Washington starting to drift over the golden beam before it can even reach its peak. Typical. I hope it doesn't rain on the wedding day..the wedding day..tomorrow! A small jolt kicks in my stomach at the thought.

'Hey Lexi, you alright?' Jasper knocks on the door before poking his head through. A line of concern between his brows furrowing.

'Yeah, yeah I'm fine' I smile at him to reassure him and he nods politely in his natural military manner as he back out of the doorway.

I sigh and get dressed in a simple denim mini skirt and white blouse. Just as I adjust my perfect curls I hear voices downstairs. In particular one voice, a deep smooth voice that brought a flutter to my stomach. Jesus the emotions going through me today have got me wired.

I look in the mirror and plaster a confident smile on my face before slowly making my way down the stairs. The voices had now moved into the kitchen, and there was that laugh. That magical laugh I had listened to so many times.

I take a deep breath and walk in, stopping and leaning against the doorframe. Blake, Blake Johnston was standing there laughing with Edward. The two of them had a hand on the others arm as they smiled at each other. My eyes flickered over both their frames and I couldn't help but feel lust.

Blake's jet black hair against his olive skin was sleek and neatly in place. His bright blue eyes twinkled and his smile was the all American white smile that every man wanted. I swallowed and realised I was staring but neither had noticed my presence.

I cough and both their heads snap to my direction. I smile at Edward, 'Good morning.' No matter how Blake made me feel I was still mad at him.

'Er morning Lexi,' Edward awkwardly ruffles his hair and looks towards Blake who seems to be assessing every part of me. I could feel his gaze floating over me, a slight shiver rises over my skin. I sigh and look over at him with a bored expression. 'You know it's rude to stare.'

'I'm admiring.' His voice like velvet and his gaze so powerful makes me want to fall right into his arms, those strong arms where I feel safe. But instead I roll my eyes and walk straight out of the kitchen.

If I was human my heart would be beating like I was about to pass out. I sit down in the living room and rest my head in my hands. What on earth is happening? I had not felt like this in the longest time.

I hear someone clear their throat and I jolt up. And again, there he is. His black shirt fitting his muscular body perfectly, I scowled at him and stood up to leave.

'Listen, wait..' He holds out his hand to stop me from moving past. I look at his hand then into his eyes. 'I don't have to listen to you and nor do I wish to so if you would excuse me.' I brush past him towards the door but he grabs my arm. I stop and sigh.

'Blake..' He whips me round to him so our noses are practically touching. His aroma fills me and I look up at him my lips suddenly turning dry.

'Sh, just listen and stop being so stubborn.' I sigh quietly and whisper, 'Have you forgotten me so quickly Blake?'

He chuckles, 'Of course not, how could I forget you?' His hand moves down my arm to my hand. I quickly snatch it away. 'Stay away from me.' I spin on my heel and storm out the room.

The nerve! How dare he think after what he did he can walk back in and treat me like some young naive girl that will fall for all those ridiculous charms. It's an outrage!

Huffing I storm out the house and run to the lake. I sit down in front of it grumbling to myself about how horrible he is. Hating the way he makes me feel. One minute I just want to grab him and kiss him like there's no tomorrow and the next I want to grab him and snap his neck in half and burn him at the stake. I throw a stone into the lake and watch it fall.

I drag my fingers through my hair. I need to calm down and think about this logically. Can I see myself with Blake again? Yes. Can I see myself being heartbroken over Blake again? Yes. But do I want him to leave? Do I hate him? No.. and being honest, when I saw him with Edward, I couldn't help but feel weak. I sigh. Oh dear.