TWILIGHT AND ITS CHARACTERS BELONG TO SM
Here is Chapter 7. And let me say that a few scenes in this chapter are based on personal experiance.
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Chapter 7: Never Going Back Again
BPOV
I headed back to the cafe, only to find Alice talking with Jasper at our table. It looked like they were trying to patch things up, so I didn't interfere. Instead I went to spend the rest of my lunch break in the library reading the great classics to help me escape my hectic life.
Biology came sooner then I had wanted it to. Presentation day went by slow, so when it was our turn to present, I made sure that we got through it fast enough so I could sit back down and sulk at our table.
Mike didn't look at me through out the whole class; which was absolutely fine by me. Even when Edward and I had to present, he still didn't meet my eyes. I knew about him and Jessica, so I didn't understand why he made it more awkward then it had to be, or already was.
Unlike Mike, however, Edward wouldn't stop looking at me. He kept giving me sideways glances at our table. It was as if he kept trying to make sure that I was really okay. Truthfully, I just wanted to forget that the whole thing had happened in the first place. I wanted to forget that Jessica and Lauren had ever gotten to me, and with Edward looking at me, it only made it harder to forget what had happened.
When class was out, I reached over to gather my books and get ready to head over to my least favourite class of the day; Gym. Edward was standing in front of class talking with Mr. Banner, when Mr. Banner motioned for me to join them. I joined them in the front, more then happy that I had a distraction from Gym class.
"Bella," Mr. Banner had said when I reached the front of the class, "I was just telling Edward here how much I really enjoyed your presentation, and how much effort you both put into it. It's a good thing that you two are lab partners, you two really work well together," he complimented us both with a smile. I just nodded and forced a smile back at Mr. Banner, suddenly really wanting to leave the classroom. "See you both tomorrow," Banner finally dismissed, letting us go on our own way.
I ran out of the class as fast as I could with Edward quick on my heels. "Bella, are you sure you're okay? You seemed a little off in bio," Edward asked while I stopped at my locker to drop off my books. "Yeah, thank you Edward I'm fine," I said stressing the word fine. He was very hard to assure, not nearly as easy as Alice. Once he was sure that he wasn't going to get another word on the topic out of me, he turned and headed to his last class of the day.
Gym was another disappointment. Jessica hadn't said one word to me the whole time, and Mike wouldn't come within ten feet of me. We had spent the last few years talking everyday in class about how Coach Clapp ran class and how we made fun of every student in the class that hadn't done something properly (even though I was one of them). After reminiscing about our old days in class, I realized that I didn't like who I was. I had just been as bad as Jessica and Lauren talking about everyone behind their backs, and I couldn't have been more proud of myself for cutting the rope loose.
After class, I rushed out of the gym, hoping that I wouldn't run into Mike and spare us both another awkward moment. I met Alice by my truck with a huge smile on her face, a version of her that I hadn't seen in a total of two days. The sight of Alice's bright smile made me smile back at her. She looked so happy; she was glowing.
"You're looking much better Alice," I pointed it out to her to let her know that I noticed. "Yeah, I talked with Jasper and we're good now," she said while grinning. I threw my bag in the back of the truck when I noticed that her smile had fallen. "But he still hasn't asked me out yet..." she trailed off. "I don't know Bella; I really don't think he likes me. Otherwise, he would have asked me already," she cried. "Alice that's nonsense, of course he likes you. If he didn't why would he have over reacted at the party Saturday night?" Alice still didn't look convinced, and was quiet the whole ride home.
When I got in from school, I completed all of my homework, even though some of it wasn't due for at least a couple of days. I had told Alice that I wasn't up for going to the diner after all, and decided that it would be best to stay in for the night. Alice agreed and helped me make dinner for Charlie. Alice started her homework after the dishes were washed and the house was clean. I on the other hand had something else in mind.
I left the house letting Charlie know that I was leaving for the night, and he said that he was heading over to La Push to watch ESPN classics with Billy. While I let my truck wheeze awake, I thought about what it was that I was going to say to Jessica and Lauren. I made up a big speech by the time I was pulling out of the driveway, and knew right then in there that it was now or never.
When I got to the diner it was filled with people, just as every night. Charlie's co-workers were there for an evening bite, the construction workers that were working on the bridge, and the girls from school.
Jessica and Lauran were sitting at the usual table in the corner of the room with other girls that attended our school, Rose being one of them. I had told Alice not to bother coming tonight because this had been something that I needed to do on my own, although I hadn't told her what it exactly was that I had intended on doing.
The girls looked up and smiled at me when I walked in the diner. Rose stared at me with grief and worry in her eyes. I couldn't read her expression, but I knew that what it said couldn't have been good. They all looked at me, not saying anything. It was then that I started questioning if I could even go through with it. Would I even be able to get out alive and unharmed?
Then I thought of Edward Cullen. He had helped me so much lately, he was my ticket out of this rut I was currently in; he was my safe harbour. When the image of him at the water tower and in the class room entered my mind all my insecurities about my mother and my nightmares faded away. I felt confident. I could do this, I bravely thought to myself as I headed toward the table of hungry dogs waiting for me.
I walked right up to their table in the corner of the room; shoulders squared and head held high. I plastered this fake smile on my face and stared them all in the eyes. Lauren raised both eyebrows, "Hello Bella, where's Alice?" she sarcastically asked. This was it; my moment to really give her everything I had, everything I was capable of. Then I decided, why bother? Why should I let Lauren and Jessica get the best of me, it wasn't right, and I wasn't going to stoop to their level.
"You know what Lauren? I don't deserve this," I told her in the strongest voice I possessed while throwing my arms up in the air like it didn't matter. "I don't deserve you and your back handed comments or your attitude toward my cousin. We are both better then that, and we are clearly both better then you," I shot back at her while I pointed my finger at her and her 'girls.'
I looked at the other girls sitting at the table who were watching our private but yet public encounter and smiled at them. "That goes for all of you too. If you like being treated like this then you are all as low as they come, as low as them. But if you have had enough with Lauren and Jessica talking about you behind your backs, then you can do better too," I told them slowly.
All the girls were speechless. I stood there for a while and then decided that my point got across. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to head toward the door. Lauren got up from her chair with a loud squeak against the floor, and I turned to face her, even though my head screamed at me to not even bother.
"Bella, you're done here. You're done in the diner, you're done at school, and you are done with us," she growled at me. I couldn't help but smile. No I didn't smile, I grinned. I finally had my freedom, and it felt good. "Wouldn't have it any other way," I smiled at them and turned back towards the door to make my exit, leaving Jessica and Lauren and my now old world far behind me.
As I got to my truck, I heard footsteps quickly approaching behind me on the wet cement. "It's about time, I was wondering when you were going to stand up for yourself," Rose said. I was shocked to hear her voice; she of all people loved all the popularity of it all.
"Rosalie, what are you doing out here?" I asked. Rose rolled her eyes, "Bells, your my best friend, and I was only sticking around as long as you were. I know I should have told you to man up to it before, but I thought that you liked it, so as long as you were in I was in too," she smiled at me. I shook my head and smiled in disbelief; I had thought the exact same thing but about her. "So, where to now?" she asked me with a light grin while crossing her arms against her chest. "Are you in the mood for a movie and a bucket of Chocolate Chip ice cream?" I asked tilting my head a small fraction to the side. "As long as I get to pick the flick," she answered with a grin.
When we got back to my place, we opted to watch the Sex and the City marathon on TV over the movie. We all laughed at how we all wished we had our own Aiden while Rose argued that Emmett was good enough for her. I don't know about that though, Aiden is the perfect guy in my opinion.
Alice remained quiet the most of the night, probably still sulking over Jasper, and contemplating over the fact that he either liked her or didn't.
After the marathon was over, and the bucket of ice cream had been demolished, Rose called it a night and drove home in her new BMW. With the recession you think that the Hale's would conserve, but no, they went out and bought their daughter the most expensive car they could afford.
I loved Rose with everything I had in me that night. She had stuck by me, even when it had to have been really rough in that diner. She stood by my side, although I didn't need her to. I really appreciated it.
I had a shower and used up the last of my favourite strawberry shampoo, and made a mental note that I had to pick up more ASAP. Charlie was home shortly after Rose had called it a night. He talked about how he had a great time at Billy's and that Jacob wanted to see me again soon. I knew that it had been awhile since I had seen Jacob, which made me feel more then guilty, but now that I was out the of Forks' social circle, I knew that jumping back into La Push's wouldn't be such a hard thing to do.
I went to bed around eleven that night in a good mood, more eager then anything for a decent nights sleep. I fell asleep listening to the band Bedouin Soundclash. I drifted away to the music my mother used to play when she was in the garden, which wasn't a smart idea because that's what brought the nightmares on. The same dream I had had multiple times before; the ones that still caused me to wake up screaming.
I was sweating this time, and I couldn't understand why. I had a very productive day, I broke out of my rut and I still had Rosalie and Alice and my hope. So why had I woken up crying at two in the morning?
I tried to go back to sleep, but the fear of having that same dream again worried me. I was restless. I couldn't stop walking back and forth in my room, and that's when it hit me. I needed inspiration again and it wasn't coming easily at home. I needed my water tower of hope.
I quickly grabbed my sweater and keys to my truck. I snuck out of my room, careful not to make noise that was going to wake Charlie who was asleep downstairs and Alice across the hall. When I got to the door I was sure that no one was going to wake up so I opened and closed it as quietly as I could behind me and rushed down the walkway to my old Chevy truck.
When I got to the water tower it had been twenty after two, and it was as cold as it could have been in Alaska. I suddenly wished that I had changed out of my track pants. I didn't care though after awhile. I made my way up that water tower, track pants and all. When I got to the top, I had noticed that I was no longer clutching the railing for dear life. I trusted that old thing, and I trusted it with my life.
I sat down letting my legs hang off the edge and I close my eyes, letting the sweet wind hit my face. When I closed my eyes I didn't see my mother, I didn't see the girls at school, I didn't see my unhappy father sleeping at home in the basement, I didn't even see Alice and Jasper's troubled relationship. All I saw was me with a blank slate. But what surprised me most was what that image had transformed into. What was once me alone was now Edward Cullen and the moonlight; his moonlight.
"Bella?" I heard a velvety soft voice ask from beside me. I knew that voice, without opening my eyes, I knew right away who was standing beside me at the water tower. Edward. My eyes slowly fluttered open and I turned to face the guy who was standing beside me. "Edward," I smiled while my breath hitched. He had startled me I wasn't not going to admit it, but it still wasn't an excuse as to how my heart skipped a beat – or two. He was gorgeous that I had to admit, but I wasn't going to be like all the other girls at school who was infatuated with a guy that was clearly not on the market. Not that I wanted him to be, and not that I was.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, amused. I laughed, "I could ask you the same thing Mr. Cullen," he looked at me with raised eyebrows. "Yes you could Miss Swan, but that doesn't answer my question," he was right, and with all that he had done for me, he was at least entitled to that. "No it doesn't. Well, I'm here because I needed to think, and here seemed like a really good place to do it. Oh, and I can't sleep," I sighed. "So are you going to answer my question now Edward?" He nodded before finally speaking; "Yeah, I couldn't...sleep..." he trailed off. We both looked at each other and bust out laughing at the same time. I have no idea why that was funny, maybe it was because we were both tired, maybe because we both wanted to avoid that awkward silence.
"So Bella," he said my name so clearly, my heart skipped a beat for the second time that night. "How are you? After today's events I was wondering how you were doing..." he trailed off, probably rethinking about what it was he was going to say next. He thought of me, really? That thought pleased me more then it should.
"I'm great!" I exclaimed. "I had a real break through today. I told them all straight up what I thought about them and how they viewed everything, I got out and I did it all on my own," I grinned looking proudly up at him. "Wow, way to go Swan," he congratulated me. "But," he continued, "That doesn't explain why you're still here, and why you can't sleep. Still too excited from your adrenaline rush?" Edward had asked. I knew that he wasn't trying to pry it out of me, he was only curious about what it was that was really bothering me. And I was more then happy to answer him, "Yeah, no it's not the adrenaline," I assured him. He nodded and motioned for me to continue. "I have been having nightmares lately," I drifted off into thought.
"About what, mostly?" he asked furrowing his brows. I wasn't used to someone else other then Alice caring. Charlie never asked me, he would rather shake my hand then ask me about what was going on in my life, and Rose was always wrapped up in Emmett land to notice the little things in my appearance. Mike never talked about anything serious, the only time would have been when my mother left, and we weren't even dating then.
"Um...they're about...my mother. And the day she left, and what it was like before she left. It had gotten really bad between her and Charlie," I choked at the end; I hated repressing bad childhood memories. Edward looked into my eyes then, searching for what was there; what I was feeling. "It wasn't your fault," he whispered while shaking his head. I nodded, I knew that it wasn't my fault, but it still hurt all the same.
"I know that, I always knew that. But what hurt most was that she didn't take me with her, she didn't even offer. It was like as if...she didn't want me anymore," I sniffled looking away from Edward and his soft green eyes. "That's what bothered me most today at school. That's what Jess and Lauren had said, that I wasn't good enough for her just like I wasn't good enough for them, and all I could think was that they were absolutely right," I wiped away the tears with my sweater. I felt Edward's had on top of mine; he was comforting me.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, "I always seem to say too much with you, I hate being someone else's burden," I told him. He shrugged it off like it was no big deal. "I don't mind Bella, really. Don't let them get to you. And as for your mother, well I don't know her, but with what I know about you it seems like she made a bad decision with leaving you behind, because you are great and your name is on that water tower," he motioned behind us to where my name was written in the old red paint, "so when you are famous for something big, they will all regret it. We make decisions we will all regret in high school, but what you said at the diner today isn't going to be one of yours," Edward spoke with such wisdom it made me smile because he held so much faith for me.
"Yeah well, till that day comes, I will forever be stuck in a dream. But here...it's different," I whispered trying not to break the silence. Edward tapped my hand twice before removing it from on top of mine. "I know what you mean," he responded, mimicking my whisper.
We had sat in silence, just listening to the wind and taking the moment in. It wasn't till I noticed that the early morning birds had started to sing. But what surprised me more was that I was half asleep. I was leaning against the water tower with Edward by my side in the same position, eyes closed and looking content in his slumber. His bronze hair was pointing off in different directions and his breathing was slow and even. He was an angel, and I caught myself smiling at his presence beside me. He looked so graceful and sweet sleeping beside me and his warm scent was intoxicating. He was beautiful.
I hesitantly looked at my watch, and was shocked to see that it was five in the morning. Charlie would be awake soon, and I would assume that the doctor would be up too. I nudged Edward with my shoulder and was a little heart broken to see his sleepy eyes reluctantly flutter open. I had felt bad for waking him up, but we both needed to get to our homes.
"Edward, you have to wake up," I told him as he started drifting off again. "What time is it? When did we fall asleep?" he asked sleepily. I had to mentally calculate that myself, "I think it's five, and around three I think we fell asleep, right after we got here. Do you need a ride?" I asked, suddenly realizing that the silver Volvo wasn't down below. "No, there's a trail out back over there that leads to my place. It doesn't take too long, only about fifteen minutes," he informed me. I still felt I should have given him a ride, but before I could insist, he was already climbing down the water tower.
I met him at the bottom. He was still whipping the sleep out of his eyes, which only made me feel worse for waking him up. "So I guess I will see you tomorrow in biology...well today technically," he said with a yawn. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow," I nodded at Edward and headed back to my truck for my ten minute ride home.
When I pulled into my driveway the house was still pitch black. Charlie would be up soon, so I had to make it to my room for at least another hour of sleep, because even though I had slept beside an angel it hadn't had been very comfortable.
Once I was in my room and back lying in my bed, I couldn't get back to sleep. As much as I really wanted to, I just couldn't. So after Charlie was up and awake I waited in my room till he had left to work. I watched from my window as he pulled out of the driveway, and when he turned the corner, I went right for the shower. As long as I was up and school started in a couple of hours, it wouldn't have hurt to get ready.
After my shower I headed right to my room and got dressed. I wasn't planning on wearing anything fancy, just a regular pair of jeans and my black v-neck long sleeve shirt – something simple for a Tuesday.
Alice woke up half an hour after my extra early shower; by then it was seven o'clock. I started making breakfast while Alice got ready. She took a seat at the kitchen table, looking more beautiful then possible in her grey vest, light jeans and choker necklace. I often wondered why I could never look like her, but then quickly remembered that I wasn't supposed to care anymore, but I was still a girl.
Since I had enough time to make a good breakfast, I surprised Alice with waffles. When I had time I was able to make something grand in the morning. "Good sleep?" I asked Alice as she ate her waffles with such elegance and grace, more then anyone should with waffles. "Yeah, I think last night was something I needed. TV and ice cream – a girl's best friend," she laughed in between bites.
We took the Porsche to school; Alice had complained that my truck wasn't fast enough, but I knew the reason was partly due to the fact that my truck wasn't as attractive as hers. I hadn't protested, as much as I loved my truck, it was easier on gas when we took one car, and neither of us could afford gas everyday – especially since neither of us had jobs.
The parking lot was filled with the entire student body, just like every other day. Except today Jessica and Lauren and the other girls didn't even acknowledge me – which didn't bother me at all. Rose approached me and Alice as we got out of the car. She was alone, usually she had both Jasper and Emmett at her heels, but today she went solo.
"What, no Em today?" I asked her as I walked around the yellow car. "No," she sighed, exasperated. "He's' over there with Jazz and his cousin, Cullen Two." Rose said with an annoyed sigh. She never got along with Edward, I never understood why; he was always kind and easy to get along with, well in my case anyway.
Alice glanced in their direction and steered her eyes in the directly in front of us. I had never realized how much she really cared for him, but if he hadn't asked her out soon, well he was going to get a little advice from me.
At my locker, I was looking over what books I needed for first, when Angela Weber approached me. She had been one of the girls at the diner last night, and I always liked her. She wasn't like Jessica, and certainly never like Lauren.
"Hey Bella," she greeted me in a quite timid voice. "Hey Angela, what's up?" I asked with what I hoped was a welcoming smile. "I just wanted to tell you that I was inspired by you yesterday, and that I stand by you with your decision, I never liked either of them either," she told me with a slight smile. "Really?" she smiled nodding twice. "I would rather be your friend then theirs," she added. "Okay, well, want to walk to first? I have to stop by Alice's locker first, but that's just one detour," I explained.
"That's by Ben's locker isn't it?" She asked me. I had to think about that. I never really noticed before but I guess it had been. "Yeah, I guess it is...do you like him?" I asked Angela, and she blushed. Oh boy, I had another Alice situation on my hands. Hopefully she had more courage then Alice or Jasper.
First period went by quickly. We were given the assignment to read a fiction novel, something up to our grade level. I was given the novel Happy Hour at Casa Dracula. The book was due to be finished at the end of the month, and I couldn't wait to get started. Whenever I was given a book, I liked to keep and open mind, which allowed me to enjoy pretty much anything I read.
In Trig, we studied a new equation that I pretty much already knew how to do, and I really had no problem with, which was a surprise considering it was Trig. So halfway through the class, once I was done my work, I started reading the novel I was given in period one. It was about a Latina woman who meets a mysterious man who has a condition many consider to be known as a 'vampire' and in the mist of passion; she gets infected with one taste of his blood. The book captivated me immediately, and I couldn't stop reading. When the bell went for third period to begin, I hesitantly closed the book and headed to Spanish.
Ms. Pete was already in class, and writing the agenda for today's lesson on the board. As soon as I collapsed in my seat, I took out my book and continued reading. After the second bell had gone, I put it away and tried my hardest to pay attention to Spanish. I was bored out of my mind as soon as the class had started. Cautiously, I took out my book and started reading. The book was about a Latina woman, so I didn't think that it really mattered whether or not I was paying attention.
"Miss Swan," I heard a voice sternly say. I slowly ripped my gaze from my book to look directly at Ms. Pete who was looking rather angrily at me from her spot at the front of the class. "Put your book away right now, this is not the time to be reading," she raised her voice as she completed her sentence. "Okay, fine," I said obediently and placed the book down on the desk in front of me. Ms. Pete terrified anyone and everyone in the school, all the students hated her and her weird marking scheme, and even her co-workers had despised her.
Ms. Pete was a weird looking woman. She wore weird looking clothes daily, outfits from leopard printed pants to unflattering frumpy tops. She always had this annoying little black purse wrapped around her torso on a sliver chain that fit her egg like shape perfectly. Her short hair sat on her shoulders hanging in an unappealing fashion. One year they had her teach a fashion class, whosever bright idea that was, was beyond me. It was no wonder she had never been married, she was rude and never assisted with anything. She expected us to know it all; this is what had pissed off the students most.
I started to mindlessly play with the pages of my book, tempted to read but I didn't dare to upset her today – it seemed like an off day. I was daydreaming when her nasally sounding voice disturbed my dreaming. "What?" I asked mindlessly. "Miss Swan, I have already told you once about that book, now you are going to have to give it to me," she growled as she walked down the aisle to my seat. "Hand it over," she commanded holding her hand out. "I wasn't even reading it," I protested, aware that the whole class was watching our argument. "Doesn't matter, I don't want you interrupting my class," she spit back. "I'm not, you are by stopping to confront me," I scoffed.
"That's it, I have had enough with you, give me the book," she said as she reached over and violently tried to pull it out of my hands. She had no right to do that, and she knew it. She was just trying to push me over the edge. "No that's my book!" I shouted back and I pulled the book out of her grasp and pulled it back into my side. I had enough with her and her disrespect towards me and the other students. "That's it Miss Swan, go to the office." I couldn't believe this. "For reading a book?" I asked slowly, miffed. She didn't say another word to me; she just pointed to the door and directed me out of class. "Okay, fine," I said angrily as I flung my bag around my shoulders and left the class room in a huff.
Once I was out of the class and down the hall, I stopped and played back what just happened in my head. I was shocked with myself. I was usually a very nonviolent person. But Ms. Pete took it too far with me, and I couldn't take it anymore.
So I went to the office. I sat there in the secretary's office, waiting to meet with the principal. "The Principal is not in today, you are going to have to wait for the VP to be done his meeting," she had told me. So there I was, waiting for the verdict. When I thought about it, it was my first time in the office –the first time in my life. The secretary new this fact too, because when she seem me walk in she said with a shocked tone, "Bella, what are you doing here?" I just shrugged at her, "I was 'reading' a book," I simply told her, using air quotes around 'reading.' She just raised her eyebrows and went to look for the VP.
After I sat in the office for twenty minutes I decided that I wasn't going to meet with the VP any time soon and simply walked out of the office. Not like they would miss me. I headed toward my locker to gather my things, suddenly wishing we had taken my truck to school. Lunch started in half an hour, and I was in no hurry to go back to class right away.
So I went to the court yard. I took a table and sat down under the large maple tree (one of many in Forks). When I heard a voice behind me, "Bella?" this was a voice I knew to well, one that maybe I shouldn't have been to familiar with. I slowly turned to see the person standing behind me. "Edward?" I asked, just as shocked as he was to see me. "What are you doing out here, don't you have class?" I asked, suddenly remembering that curiosity killed the cat, but a cat had nine lives right?
"I do," he said with a nod, "but it's healthy to ditch class every now and then," he said with the crooked smile that I couldn't get enough of. "So what about you convict?" he asked me, that crooked smile still in place. "Well," I began, "ever have Ms. Pete?" I asked. "Ah," was all he said. "Yeah," I responded back with a smile. He hadn't needed to ask what my crime was; the whole student body knew how Ms. Pete could be.
He stood there looking at me awkwardly so I motioned for him to take the seat beside me. The damp seat wasn't too bad; the mist from the morning had lit up a little. "So what's that?" I asked pointing like a little kid at what was obviously a sketchbook. "Ah...well this is my sketchbook for my art class. Our latest assignment was to draw still life, but mine wasn't going so well. So I took the last little while to complete it for fifth," he explained. So was that why he had skipped third? I wondered to myself.
"May I see?" I asked. I knew that some artists were very personal with their art, but if it was for his class then it wouldn't have hurt, right? "I don't know anything about art so I can't really criticize," I said with a shrug. Edward smiled and gave in, handing me his sketchbook.
His still life was beautiful. I had expected to see a few lines on paper of fruit or a vase of flowers, but what Edward had done was more then a masterpiece. The fruit he had drawn was more then just fruit in his picture, it was alive. His work resembled one of a professional. I should have known this was his talent.
"Wow, Edward. Like I said I don't know art, but this is beautiful," I gushed as I looked up at him from his sketchbook. "Thanks," he simply said looking away, was he embarrassed? "Really it's great," I said as I handed him back his works of art. I hadn't dared to look at the rest, thinking that it was something he would show me more of when he was ready.
"Yeah, well it's not something I will major in. It's just a hobby," he explained. He had to have been able to guess that that was what I was thinking.
"Do you want to go eat lunch at the diner or something?" I asked, instantly wishing I hadn't been so blunt. Why would he say yes to me if I knew he had turned down so many other capable girls before me? "Sure," he agreed. I watched as his lips twitched at the sides, he was holding his smile. "We can take my car," he offered. "I was getting tired of cafe food myself," I nodded in agreement, "and Jasper moping about Alice," he added with a smile. I laughed, that was another thing we could both agree on.
There is Chapter 7, and I think it's my longest Chapter.
Let me just say that Ms. Pete is based on a real character, and shes a real pain, and that incident I told in this chapter is based on true events.
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