Chapter 9-The Diner

"Bye guys!" I yelled over to the rest of the pack. Jacob ran over to say good-bye.

"See ya." He reached down to kiss me softly. I heard someone from the pack whistle at us. I couldn't care less. This is how it is now. "Good luck." He joked. I smiled sadly.

"See you soon." I hugged him briefly then walked over to my truck.

I waved as I drove out of La Push. As I got closer and closer to the Forks diner, I got more anxious, and a little scared. He's going to get so mad, or sad, when I tell him about what was really happening between Jake and I. Him with his mind reading, he probably already knows. I was glad that he couldn't read my mind.

"Stupid vampires." I muttered to myself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

I drove into the diner's car park, did a quick U-turn into the nearest park and walked in. The waiter came to me within seconds.

"May I help you?" I could tell he was nice from his tone of voice. I smiled at him.

"Table for two, please." He nodded.

"Right this way ma'am." He showed me to a table at the end of the room. It was quiet here, but we could still see people, and they could see us. First good thing for the night.

The waiter went to turn away but I quickly stopped him. "Wait! Umm... There is a guy coming as well. He's tall, brown hair, weird eyes and absolutely no tan. Can you lead him to this table please?"

"Of course, ma'am." He gave me a sort of bow.

"And please don't call me ma'am. Bella's fine." He nodded politely.

"Certainly Bella." He left the table now.

I took a seat. The one further away from the door, but I had a good view of the room. Edward doesn't need to see the room. He can already see it, hear it, and most likely smell it too.

"Stupid Vampires." I muttered to myself again.

As seven o'clock drew nearer, I started to fidget, trying to think up something I could say to Edward. As I daydreamed, I noticed a silver Volvo drive into The Diners parking lot. He's here.

He climbed out his car and gracefully walked over to the diner. He knew I was here. I could tell. He walked in. The waiter that had served me walked up to him. He looked him up and down then said a few words I didn't hear and started walking towards my table, Edward close behind.

"Here's your table sir." Edward glanced at me, and then the waiter.

"Thank-you." He replied before sitting down.

"Would you like any drinks?" he looked at both of us. I looked at the waiter.

"I'll have a coke, thanks." Edward nodded.

"Two cokes." The waiter nodded and walked away. This was very familiar to me, but couldn't remember where from.

Edward finally turned to me, and the way he looked at me, made me think that my eyes were deadly. We were silent. The waiter came back with our drinks, not that Edward was actually going to drink it.

"Your drinks," He said as he placed the two glasses of coke on the table. "Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked, getting out a notepad and pen.

I looked down at the menu in front of me. "I'm not that hungry, I'll just have the special soup. No extras. Edward?" It was the first time I had spoke to him in the past day nicely, but we did have company. He glanced down for a split second. "Steak Sandwich, thanks." The waiter collected our menus then walked back to the kitchen. I watched him go.

I had to speak now or he would.

"Bella." I was too late. The first bad thing of the night. "I'm so sorry. I only left to protect to. You have no idea what could have happened to you. I lied. I just wanted you to be safe, without me. I'm not safe, my family is not safe, but I needed you in my life. I know that now." I just let him blabber on. I listened to his explanations and excuses. He was about to see my bad side.

"You're like somebody I have to be near to be able to survive. I shouldn't have left in the first place. It was so stupid. I'm so stupid." He finished. He put his head in his hands, and shook it. I looked at him with my so called 'deadly' eyes.

"Yes," I agreed. "You are stupid." Edward admitting his stupid? The second good thing of the night. "So you lied did you?" He looked up. His expression told me all I wanted to know. He lied. "Yes you did. You lied to me. You told me you loved me, and then you left me, with no explanation. I've told you before Edward. You can't just say 'sorry' to make me even like you again! Like I said what the hell Edward!

"You, you, you..." I couldn't keep control of myself. I was just so angry! He is going to be so sad in about one minute. I just knew it! "You, you're...raa!" I just let it. I came so close to yelling at him. Then the waiter walked back over, with our meals.

What a waist of money. He wasn't actually going to eat any of it anyway. He was paying, Big time.

I could tell Edward was in mental pain. He always refused to show his real mood, but his poker face told me what I wanted to know. He hated himself for what he did. He should.

"Thank-you." I said to the waiter as he walked away. He smiled back. "Edward..." I looked back to him., but he interrupted me.

"Bella, can I ask you something?" I was surprised.

"You just did, but go ahead." I could tell he was happy that I wasn't yelling at him.

"No offence, but why do you smell so bad?" I was astounded. I just had a shower for crying out loud.

"What?" He regretted asking.

"Yeah. You smell like you, but it's mixed with, I dunno, wet dog of something." He seemed as confused as I did. And then it hit me.

"Jacob." He was a werewolf. Wolves and vamp are enemies, of course they would smell bad to each other, and I have been near Jake for forever. Now I was stupid.

"Jacob...? Oh." Edward got it now too. "So...um...Jacob. Hm. Yeah, okay."

I don't think I have ever seen him so lost for words before. Then he got his act together, looked down and started picking at the steak sandwich, he wasn't going to eat, with his fork.

"So...you know about that do you. The whole Quileute stories and myths, that aren't really myths." He asked still looking down.

"You mean the whole werewolf thing, and the fact they hate you, you hate them, and the treaty thing?" He was surprised I knew so much. He slowly nodded his head.

"Well then, yeah." Duh! He is my boyfriend for crying out loud! More than that, I'm his imprint. I was glad he couldn't read my thoughts, again. But my mind reminded me that he could read Jacobs. He probably already knew.

"Edward, I have to tell you something." He gestured for me to continue. I hesitated, this could be interesting. "Edward, you are right. The myths are true. All of them." He nodded, slowly, unsure of where I was going.

I took a deep breath. "Edward, Jake imprinted on me."

He looked up, dropped his fork and breathed out quickly. But his face dropped miles.