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March, 2012
~10~
I am frozen. My world is spinning.
Renee and Carlisle?
It doesn't make any sense.
I know the Cullen's lived here a long time ago, when Edward and Alice were just toddlers. Alice had told me so on several occasions. They came back just as I was entering high school, and Alice was beginning her sophomore year.
Navigating my way through the crowded hallways, filled with people who I swear are twice my size, I look to the small plaques beside every classroom door that indicate a number, trying to locate the one where my science class will be occurring.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a girl with short, black hair, spiked up in the back, longer pieces in the front falling to her face. She is very small, smaller than even me, but dresses with style, with class. In fact, I doubt that the clothing she is wearing could be found anywhere in Washington besides Seattle.
She is talking animatedly to a boy standing across from her, using hand gestures and whole-body actions. I stifle a smile at the same time my eyes rest on the boy.
He is really quite beautiful. Well, for a young teenager that is. His skin is smooth and clear. His copper-brown hair looks healthy and free of the hair gel other guys seem to like. His clothing too appears really expensive. He's wearing a pair of dark-wash jeans, tight enough to stay around his hips and cling to his thighs. A white tee, slightly baggy, covers up his upper half, and a dark jacket is hung from the crook of his elbow.
The pair of them stands out more than anyone else I've seen today.
Despite my overenthusiasm for the Cullen's from the first day I met them, Renee never said anything.
Not when I became friends with Alice.
Not when I started dating Edward.
Not when I confessed to her that I loved him.
How could she not say anything? We both had loved a Cullen. Isn't that significant enough to mention?
My dad, just two years older than Renee, must have known. He must have known Carlisle back then too.
No wonder Esme hates me, hates my family. Her husband used to, according to Karen Hunt who is currently prattling on in my ear, love my mother.
"Oh, but I remember when they broke up. It devastated us girls who couldn't wait to see the beautiful children they would make." Karen sighs, continuing her long-winded speech. "But of course, you're here instead, so everything must have turned out for the best," she affirms.
I just nod numbly.