Giving Clay A Chance

So here's the thing, I have had a horrible case of writers block. I spent the last few months of my senior year trying to find a new Muse because one had left me. I finally did find one, and I've been spending so much time with that person that I had totally forgotten to keep writing. But I am back now and I am looking forward to a summer full of writing and posting.

I pulled James' hand lightly towards my car; I had to get this poor kid out of my house before he decided that he never wanted to come back ever again. We were driving down the wooded road when he finally spoke to me.

"Are you mad at me?"

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, with a faint smile playing on my mouth. "How on earth could I possibly be mad at you?"

"Well, you're not talking to me." His hand reached for my hand which rested on the armrest. As soon as his finger touched my skin I felt a jolt of electricity and closed my eyes for a brief moment of ecstasy. "I just hope that you don't feel like I'm invading your life." His eyes were wide with concern, and his mouth was in a firm line. I couldn't help but think of my father and laugh.

"No, I was actually worried that you would never want to see me again, which is understandable."

"Why?"

"I've put you in a lot of danger tonight, James." We pulled up to his house and I turned to look at him. "You were sitting in a nest of vampires, and you mean to tell me that you're not a little bit afraid of going back?"

He shrugged his shoulders, the motion sending his warm sent at full force towards me. "No, it doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I want to see you again."

It was almost like he had some kind of spell working over me. "When?"

"Tomorrow, if I could. I don't want to impose or anything though."

I sighed and I saw him close his eyes for what, to me, seemed like a lifetime. "You will never impose on my life, James." What was I saying? This was a human, not someone that I can bring freely into my life. It would be too dangerous, for everybody.

He opened up my car door and placed a finger on my face. He lifted my hand to his mouth and planted a light kiss on it. "I'll text you later, Reneesme Cullen." I watched him walk to his house and then speeded all the way home.

When I arrived back in the dining room I saw that the scene was quite changed. Clay was sitting at the head of the table, and Carlisle was at the other head. My entire family, except for Alice, Esme, and my mother were behind Carlisle, they were behind Clay.

"We trusted you, and you didn't even have the decency to tell us that you had a son!" I had never seen Carlisle so upset in my entire life. "We took you in when your clan didn't want you. Was this the real reason that they had no interest in you, or is there something else? Are you a crazy rapist that is only interest in sheep?"

"Sheep shagger!" I looked at Emmitt and I knew that there was no conversation that he could be in that wasn't going to have some kind of rude joke.

"This is no time for jokes, Emmitt." Carlisle shouted behind his back. "This is a serious issue." Carlisle looked back at Clay and then to my mother and aunt. "We have a big decision to make here, do we keep Clay, or do we send him away?"

A ring of keep and don't keep rang throughout the room until Esme spoke. "Carlisle, it is unfair of us to not allow the poor boy to share what happened, love."

"Esme, the fact remains that he lied-"

"Carlisle!" Esme's voice was sharper than I had ever heard it. "How dare you not give someone a chance to explain things? How dare you condemn someone without knowing all the facts?"

"Exactly," my mother said, "we need to allow Clay to explain what happened and what he plans to do about this."

I went and stood in a corner of the room waiting, like everybody else, for Clay to begin his story.

I know, I know, the chapter is extremely short. However, I needed a good filler to set up for an epic tale with dungeons and dragons and ghosts and goblins. Or maybe just a good chapter about how Clay has a son. I promise, it will be amazing!