10. Theories
Friday night was never busy for me. My family just hunted or watched sports channels at night. Did I really want to go out with Matt tonight? Well I'd get a chance to really get to know him, and of course Edward would be listening….filling Jacob in. But another thing caught my attention, I suddenly remembered the day I felt for Matt, when he was like controlling his thoughts from me, his expression off from his thoughts. Did he know of my family's secret? Maybe there was something I could get out of dinner.
I called Matt to accept his dinner-date for tomorrow night. Everyone in our family already knew, and we agreed that Jasper would be taking me to the restaurant and keep in watch from outside.
"If you need anything I'll be out here." He said
"I'll begin calming him once you both sit down, and I'll be informing Edward if anything wrong comes around."
"Thanks Jazz, but I think I'll be fine." I said as I closed the door of the old Volvo and walked up the stairs to a restaurant which name I couldn't tell because of the fine cursive print.
I told the waitress my name and who I was here with, and she directed me into a pretty private table with only one other couple sitting yards behind us.
"Thank you for coming." Matt started.
As I sat down I sighed.
"Why did you ask me out?" I asked.
"Well I had no intention until you asked me to your party. Then I really started to take an interest into you, you're very unpredictable."
The waitress suddenly interrupted and came over.
"Hello my name is Ashley, and I'll be your server this evening, can I get you both anything to drink?" she asked, eyeing Matt.
"Nothing for me." He replied, and turned to me.
"Nothing for me." I said, only blood.
"Ok I'll, tell me if you change your mind then." And she turned away.
Why didn't he want to drink anything? Oh well I thought, and I dropped it.
Soon visions started flowing through my brain of the dinner that my mother and father had together after Bella had almost been attacked by Lonny (the drunken vampire). My conversation had just started out just the same, was Matt really as intelligent as a 119 year old vampire. Could he be a vampire like me? Or even half of that? I didn't know… but I wanted to find out.
"Why would you think that I'm unpredictable?" I asked casually
He hesitated.
"Well…something just tells me that your not like most people you seem…old fashioned."
"And is that a good or bad thing?" I challenged.
"Honestly I don't know." He replied
The conversation began to start bothering me, and I had absolutely no idea what to say next.
Soon our waitress came back with Matt's drink and asked us what we wanted to eat.
"So what would we like to have?" she asked
"I'll just have a steak," He said
"How would you like that-"
"Rare," he said harshly throw his teeth.
"Nessie?" he asked me
"Um I'll just have the spaghetti pasta…but could I have ziti instead?" I asked
"Sure sweetie, be back soon." And she turned towards the kitchen once more.
It surprised me that he wanted a rare steak; it was mainly just blood…
I suddenly froze in my mind, but my expression became still.
What if matt was a vampire?
I really couldn't think of it like that, at least he would be eating something! Oh well, again, and I dropped it.
"Well, what surprises you about me?" I asked moments later
"Well, I've been watching you in class, and at your party you were acting really weird."
He hesitated and took a deep breath
"My uncle is also Mike Newton."
I froze where I sat, and stared deep into his eyes. Suddenly I heard Edward's thoughts…they were warning me to get out now. But even though this boy knew old Mike Newton…I wasn't going anywhere.