Chapter 7

I dressed and pretended my way through my day until I could go to lunch with Angela. She met me at the coolest Bistro in town, it was the only Bistro in town, but still. I arrived before she did and anxiously drummed my fingers against the table as I waited for her. My head was about to explode as I bit my tongue to hold in my embarrassment of getting caught flicking my fucking bean by my ex-husband! I wanted to kill her, because it was all her fault!

She sauntered in just as I decided I would blame it all on her. And she has the nerve to saunter in like nothing was wrong, like she didn't encourage me toward the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me…EVER! There was nothing that would ever compare to that, as long as I lived.

As I opened my mouth to speak she held up her hand, whipped off her glasses and gave me a 'this is the shittiest day ever' look as she dropped into her seat. "I seriously need to drink more during the day. I have been propositioned three times on two different job interviews. This town sucks monkey balls, for sure. I need to move back to civilization, right the fuck now!" She slammed her glasses down on the table and waved her hand around to call the waitress to our table.

My mouth hung open. After what she did to me? And she had nerve to think that she has had a shitty day? I wanted to scoff, scream, and yell at her to shut the hell up. Then I realized she was my only friend in town and she really didn't mean for me to get caught. She was trying to help me, so I listened to her rant.

"Seriously, Mike Newton's dad propositioned me…like I haven't known him my whole life. He has eaten dinner at my house with my parents…with his wife and kids! Jesus!" She got progressively louder with each word she spoke. I almost chuckled. Every woman in town had been propositioned by Mr. Newton. Rumor was that his plumbing didn't even work, so I had no idea what he would do if anyone ever took him up on that offer.

The waitress came and took our drink order, and she appeared to snicker under her breath at Angela. I had no idea why. My guess would be that she had been at the end of one of Mr. Newton's offer herself at some point, after all she was over the age of ten. That seemed to be his only criteria.

After our food was delivered, Angela was, once again, stuffing her face with fries- this time topped with chili and cheese. I had no idea how she kept her tiny waist. She ate like a trucker and apparently cursed like one too. I prayed that Angela was not one of those fortunate women that could eat any and everything while she was pregnant and still maintain her incredibly small figure. I didn't need another reason to hate her. With both of my pregnancies, I grew to be about the size of a house, so I had a hard time loving those cute, small women who can eat everything. Sue me!

She waved her fries at me. I watched several drops of her greasy toppings land on the table and soak in as she motioned for me to spill about my day. I sighed dramatically and dropped my club sandwich back to the plate below. "Okay, so I get your email, right?" And she just nodded. "Well, I decide that I'm going to follow your advice, so I stop off at the store you tell me about, I make my purchases, and head home." She nodded and stuffed more fries into her mouth. "I drink a glass of wine and took a shower, and by the time I'm done, I'm relaxed. I boot up the laptop, open an incognito window, and then opened your email link." Angela dropped her fries and scooted closer to me. I could tell she was really hanging on every word I released from my mouth. So, I continued for her. "I start up my new toy, get up on all fours, watch your link and just as I am about to enjoy a nice little 'O', Edward Cullen steps into my fucking bedroom!" I wanted to shriek the last sentence, but I thought better of it. Forks was a small town and by dusk every single resident would know my business if I shouted it out loud right here. Besides, there were too many women that drooled over Edward already. I didn't need to add fuel to the fire.

"What?" Angela did, in fact, shriek. Most of the Bistro turned to look at us, but she gave them the 'what the fuck are you looking at' eyes, and they all resumed their lunch. "What do you mean? He stepped into your bedroom? Like literally stepped in there?" This time, thankfully, she leaned in closer and lowered her voice.