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Chapter Eight
I drove home in a daze. Or, not really. Because that would make it a little hard to actually drive. But, for the most part, I was in a daze. And I may or may not have pounded my head against the steering wheel while sitting at three red lights.
Did I just partake in dry humping? In an empty warehouse?
Yes. The answer was yes.
Pulling into my driveway, I glanced in the rear view mirror. Luckily, I didn't look as rough as I felt. Guilt and the beginning stages of a hangover were starting to kick in, and that can make a person feel seriously nasty.
"Hey honey, where ya been?" Riley casually asked as I tried to quietly walk in.
"It's only eight," I said defensively. "I had a lot of shit to do at work."
"Okay. Just asking." Riley shrugged. "Did you already eat?"
"No, but I'm not hungry."
"You should really eat something."
"I said I'm not hungry. Why do I have to eat if I'm not hungry?" I snapped.
Riley stared at me for a long second, and I wondered if the words just dry humped were written all over my face. "Are you feeling okay?"
Sighing I said, "Yeah. Sorry. I'm just tired. I think I'm just gonna shower and call it a night."
"Make sure to rest up. We have that dinner with my parents tomorrow night. You know how they get when you're out of it."
I groaned. "What dinner?"
It's not that I didn't like his parents. I did. They were nice. Maybe a bit over-bearing, but nice.
But...his mom did always comment on my choice of clothes, letting me, and whoever else was in earshot, know that my tops were too low-cut. Oh, and questioning if whether or not the flats I wear are real leather. But, that's just how older people are. That's not really a reflection on the type of person she is.
Besides, who am I to fucking judge right now?
"The dinner with Rosalie. So you girls can go over wedding details. You don't remember?"
Fuck! How could I have forgotten? Oh, yeah. Must have slipped my mind when I was moaning Edward's name thirty minutes ago.
Stop it.
"What?" Riley asked.
"Huh?"
"You said 'stop it'."
"Oh." My God, I was already losing my mind. "I don't think Rosalie is going to be helping out with the wedding anymore."
"Why not?"
What's with all the fucking questions? Between the wall banging and banging my head against the steering wheel, I had no time to come up with any excuses. Clearly, I'm not capable of coming up with lies on the spot.
"Honestly? She's a stuck-up, materialistic person. I don't want to really be around her anymore." That was partly true. Or, rather, it was all true, but it was only part of the reason why Rosalie was no longer allowed to help with the wedding.
Riley laughed and said, "I thought that's why you two were friends in the first place."
Death glare. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Riley had the nerve to look confused. "I didn't mean anything by it. I was just commenting on the fact that you two shop at the same places, read the same magazines, and attend the same functions."
"So you're basically saying I'm stuck-up and materialistic? Just because I'm friends with her? Tell me, you're friends with Aro, who cheats on his wife with the bartender at the golf course. Does that make you a cheating bastard?"
I really wish I thought about things before speaking out loud.
"What? No. I would never do that you to. And you are not stuck-up, Bella."
"But I am materialistic?" I questioned, wondering if that really were true.
So, I did shop at Saks and I was a fan of the dinnerware at Williams Sonoma. But I didn't need any of that. I just thought I wanted it at one point because there was nothing else to want.
"Bella, you're overreacting."
"You're right. I'm sorry. I-" just don't think this is the life I want anymore. "I just need sleep."
Riley slowly nodded, probably nervous that I would blow up at him for not nodding the correct way. "That's probably a good idea."
But I didn't sleep at all. And when Riley finally came to bed, I was really good at pretending I was sound asleep.
Three a.m. rolled around and I was still awake when my phone buzzed on my bedside table. Mental note to put phone in silent mode.
E: Are you asleep?
Edward. I quickly, but quietly, walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
B: I wish. Are you?
I hit send before realizing I was an idiot. Obviously he wasn't asleep if he just text me. It was three a.m., give me a freaking break.
E: Oh, yeah. I sleep text. You didn't know that?
I rolled my eyes, staring at his words.
E: I need to see you tomorrow.
I nodded, thinking of a way to get out of the dinner tonight.
E: You fall asleep on me?
B: No. I'm nodding. As in nodding in agreement, not nodding off to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow.
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