They were all screaming. Mostly things like 'what did that mongrel do now?' and 'I knew Jacob was a backstabber.'
I had to stop this. Everyone was overreacting. I was just about to- when Aunt Alice walked up to me and started screaming.
"NEW HOT GUY IN TOWN, NESSIE. HIS NAME IS BROKLIN HOT NAME, HUH? YOU HAVE TO GET DIBS." She jumped up and down excitedly.
I was shocked. What did she mean? I loved Jacob, and he loved me. What else did we need? I wasn't going to ever love anyone else. He was handsome enough for me; I doubted anyone could be hotter.
I answered her with a shrug, and I knew it would drive her crazy.
"ARE YOU KIDDING? THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GIVING ME? A SHRUG? LAST TIME I FIND YOU HOT GUYS, NES."
"Okay, thanks but I have a boyfriend, remember? And he's madly in love with me, and I'm…" I hesitated. I wasn't 'madly' in love with him "in love with him."
"Whatever you say, but you don't sound so sure."
"I AM." I snapped. I didn't need this.
"So, what was the phone call about? I was worried sick. You're not pregnant, are you?" mom joked. Not funny.
"Not funny, mom. He proposed." As I said it, I realized how stupid I sounded, how I made it like it made no difference to me.
Six mouths simultaneously fell open.
"And…?" my mom asked. "Is my high school crush going to be my son-in-law?"
"No. I'm 11 years old. I'm not ready for marriage. Hell, I haven't even had my period yet! What do you expect me to do? Get married and have half-wolf-half-vampire kids?"
Uncle Emmet had been standing in the doorway of the kitchen, and apparently, he was listening.
"What else does a married couple do?" He whispered into Aunt Rosalie's ear. She laughed. I was fuming.
My mom had put her arm on my shoulder, trying to calm me down. I knew I was overreacting, but really. What does my family expect? Just for me to get married young like my parents did? I'm not as immature. But a voice in the back of my head told me that if I really loved him, it wouldn't matter what age we got married.
I shook off that thought. He imprinted on me, I had to love him right?
"Wrong." My dad turned around from behind me and said. I jumped. Word of advice: even after spending 11 years of your life with a mind reader, you still get scared when they sneak up on you and answer your thoughts.
He continued. "If you don't love him, then don't marry him. I'd hate for my daughter to be rushed through her life because of some stupid legend. Date a little bit. Let yourself have a little fun. "
And here I was, letting my dad give me dating advice. I really was pathetic.
I said my goodnights and headed up to my room. It was a long day.
I had left my phone on my night table, and of course, it was like déjà vu. A million calls and a million texts, all from Jake.
I was getting tired of his clingy crap. My dad was right. I needed to date a little bit. Have new experiences. And as much as I tried to talk myself into it, I didn't love Jacob as much as I thought I did. It was the truth and I had to face it. But how could I tell him? He would be devastated. He imprinted. It's not like I could be in love with anyone else anyway. He always needed me. I chuckled as I imagined the circumstances. My husband and our kids, and Jake as the nanny. I mean, he could look hot in an apron and cooking gloves, right?
Before getting into bed, I opened my Mac and checked my facebook. I had a new friend request. 'Ricky Broklin', it read. I accepted his request and looked through his pictures. Aunt Alice really did have amazing taste in guys. He was hot, and I couldn't wait to meet him.