"Ooo i cant wait to see you in those shoes." She murmured exitingly looking in the large bag she carried in her left arm. I smiled, and grumbled.
"Me.. in those death traps. You've gotta be kidding me." I answered dramatically. She just stopped and glared at me and held the bag closer to her chest, like i'd offended her child. I just laughed at her, and her playful glare turned into a wide grin. She nudged me to the nearest exit.
I felt my lips tremble as i waited to him. But he was no longer there. I felt a small part of me drop to the floor. Stupid girl hormonnes. We both decided that we needed a break from shopping and its time to eat tea. We walked to the cafeteria slowly.
"Hmm how bout Mike? Hes in your group. Everyone thought you two were out. I even think Jess was jealous, because every time she saw Mike give you those 'looks', she'd start ramberling about that pathetic rumour about you. Haha"
Bree rambled on, laughing at old memories. I laughed along with her. I knew Mike and Jess were perfect for each other.
"Mike, naahh, hes always been just a friend to me... To me, he's like a younger brother, or a family puppy. But I always thought them two would be good together. Maybe when Jess comes back down to earth, they can have a try get with each other. Hmm have you ever had a crush on Emmett?" I asked with tears of laughter down my cheeks. I was glowing inside, thanking god silently for a new friendship thats made my confidients grow peacefully.
"Emmett, nooo...way ..Too large for me, his arms look like they can crush me in about two seconds, id rather someone whos slightly abit bigger, sweet, funny but then can be serious when i need him to be. Someone like ...Riley. But he never seems to notice me."
She ended on a sad note. I gave her a hopeful look, stopping her.
Riley Jones. Hes in my English lit class. He's one of the smartest in there, aside me. He's at least 6ft tall, with short-ish dark brown hair. He fitted the tall, dark and handsome catorgory perfect. He was the most charming guy ive ever met in this small town.
He always put a woman before himself. Yet, with his friends he's the jokester. But i could understnad what Bree meant though. Every girl who's asked him out has been told by him that hes not dating till we go to college. Most girls were gutted.
" Maybe he'll change his mind one day soon. Or maybe he's just waiting for the right girl. You can be the right girl Bree." I murmured to her, with hope seeping through every word. I gave her a reassuring smile and a nudge to the shoulder.
"Hmm maybe, maybe one day he'll magically notice me." She whispered, replacing her sad smile with a forced happy smile. I stopped her, and whispered to her.
" How about i talk about you to him, say how lovely and what a miricle you are to me to him, and ill ask him what he thinks about you. That sound good to you?" I was just hoping Riey wouldnt change his mind. " Bells, i dont know what to say, thank you. soo soo much.." Her smile glistened and brightened, and her eyes sparkled with hope. We were close reaching a restraunt of my picking.
We walked into a calm looking itallian restraunt. Soft music drifted into my ears, and i felt my body feel calm and my mind unclogg itself. Every worry release itself from me.
Bree seemed to be talking to a female waitor who seemed to look at least 20. She was wearing a black high waisted skirt, that left nothing to the imagination over a white shirt. She lead us to a table near the toilets, and the kitchen doors.
Bree seemed dis-pleased with our seats.
"Excuse me, id rather pick anyother seats, if you want to keep your job, stop acting like a cow, and show us to some real seats." Bree shouted back at the waitress, who seemed suprised at her outbreak. I was fine with sitting here, i felt almost bad for the waitress, well almost.
I felt eyes on my back of my head, i did'nt want to even look at our audience. But im sure thier enjoying thier entertainment. i felt my self feeling faint with all the attention.
" Why is she hanging out with that slag for?" I heard a familiar voice ask. Rosalie. She was reffering to me being the slag of course. I forwarded my plan to plan to tonight.
The wiatress rushed to move our table, to better seats. On one hand it was away from the doors, but on the other hand, it was closer to the cullens and hales. Id rather of stayed there.
"And watch your twisted mouth Hale. If anyones the slag here, its you." Bree murmured at a normal calm level, which made it seem more threatning. The corners of my mouth curved upright as i watched m friend defend me. I looked back at thier table, with more confidience. Rosalie seemed to be taken back and ready to say some more, but Alice glared at Rosalie and whispered
"Leave it Rosalie. She'll learn in time that being friends with her, isnt as great as it seems." Alices words made me confused. Her tone at the end seemed sad and hurt. Like it was hurting her to imagin whats going to happen.
I shook my head , confused.
" And the best actress award goes to the one and only.. Alice Cullen." I whispered to myself, or so i thought. Everyones eyes were on me all angered apart from Bree's who seemed to be agreeing. She seemed happy with my response. I looked along the faces on thier table. There sat was, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Jess and the one and only Edward Cullen. He sat thier in all his glory. Wearing a black tight top that fitted him perfectly exaggerating his muscles. The girls all wore tight jeans with grey and white tops. They all looked perfect.
The smell of ravoilli came over me, the whiff passed my nose, and reached Edwards table. A different waitress came out with the same uniform, but this time with cleavage leeking through her top. She was looking at Edward like a chocolate bar, ready to be opened and eaten.
Jess seemed dis-pleased with this. I ignored my guts thoughts, and turned back to the menu. Why was i so stupid?