~Ten~
Kylie woke up to her phone buzzing. She checked the time. It was six thirty-seven. She must've fell asleep doing her history homework. She picked up the phone, the flashing screen reading Amber.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Um, nothing, why?" She asked.
"Good. Come over." Amber said.
"Why?" she said, whining.
"Why not?" Amber demanded. "Lexi's coming."
"Ugh, fine. I'll be over," Kylie said.
"See you than!"
Kylie closed her phone and changed from her sweats to jeans. She grabbed a jacket and her keys and headed downstairs.
"Aunt Caroline?" She called.
"In the Kitchen, dear!"
Kylie walked into the kitchen, watching her aunt make dinner. Kylie often wondered why Caroline was never married. She was sweet and pretty, and very easy to get along with. She was petite and blonde, and looked absolutely nothing like Kylie except for the body type.
Kylie was paranoid about people finding out about her, even though no human ever would. Her main worry was the Cullens, and rightly so. They were a threat to her secret.
"Do you mind if I head over to Amber's house for a little?" She asked.
"No, but be back before twelve," Caroline instructed.
"I will."
Kylie left, not really sure what Amber had in mind, Kylie only knew her for a week, but she seemed to have a tendency to think up wild schemes. Lexi, on the other hand, seemed like a good girl. She could probably have fun without overdoing it.
Kylie pulled into Amber's driveway and stepped out. She turned to face a White house. No, not a house – a mansion. Kylie wished briefly that she picked a politician to be her uncle. She rang the doorbell and was greeted by a stout woman in a maid's outfit.
"Hello? Are you Kylie or Lexi? She asked. She had an accent. French, maybe?
"Kylie."
"Come in. Amber's upstairs."
"No, I'm right here," Amber said, descending the grand staircase. The woman excused herself and Amber walked towards Kylie.
"Lexi should be here soon." She said. "If you don't want to go out we can…"
"What were you doing today?" Kylie demanded, catching the scent coming off of Amber. She was still in the same clothes from school. But now she smelt like she'd been near a vampire.
"Nothing, why?" Amber asked, confused.
"Oh, um," Kylie stalled, trying to think of a lie. "Um, I was gonna stop by after school to borrow your Spanish book, but it didn't look like your car was there…"
"Oh! My tire was flat, so Emmett Cullen offered me a ride to the mechanics then back home.
"Oh." Shit. So now he wasn't keeping his distance. He wanted to kill her and now he was actually taking steps to try doing it? This was spinning way out of control.
"You should've called me. You didn't have to ride with him," she said.
"Believe me, it was my pleasure," Amber said.
"You hardly know him. You should've said no."
"Okay, mom. And anyway I know him now. And I definitely wouldn't mind getting to know him better."
Kylie was about to try and warn Amber not to even look at Emmett when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Amber said.
"Hey," Lexi said as she stepped in.
"Hey," Kylie and Amber replied.
"So I heard from Jake," Lexi said, smiling.
"And?" Amber asked.
"We're going to dinner at the lodge tomorrow."
"The lodge?" Amber asked.
"It's a diner," Lexi said with a wave of her hand,
"So what are you wearing on your date?" Amber asked.
"Don't be silly, it's not really a date."
"Um, yeah it is," Kylie said. Amber nodded. Kylie watched as Lexi's smile grew a little bigger.
"Well, let's celebrate" Amber said, the glint in her eyes confirming that she was up to something. She walked to a kitchen cabinet and pulled out a bottle of wine.
"Amber, not every minor achievement in life needs to be accompanied with alcohol," Kylie said. Amber rolled her eyes and poured the wine evenly into three glasses. Kylie took a glass, forgetting about her previous disapproval.
"So what's up with you and Edward?" Amber asked. "Well, you two stare at each other a lot," Amber said carefully. Kylie decided that Amber was more perceptive than she originally thought.
"It's nothing. There's nothing." Kylie said, shaking her head. And she was right, there wasn't anything. Nothing. The interest she had in him – in the Cullens – was all for her job. Nothing else. Or at least that was what she'd been telling herself. Now? Now she wasn't so sure.