How to Hate a Wedding and Fall in Love

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Lucy

Three days. Three days of judgmental stares and annoyed grunting. I couldn't take it anymore.

Charlie was doing his best to avoid the subject of what he walked in on and then subsequently yelled about, but he still can't help but somehow show his displeasure.

He couldn't exactly punish me for my transgressions, I'm eighteen, I don't live in Forks, and Charlie isn't really one for punishment anyway.

So instead he just made the whole situation awkward. For me. Bella however was a different story.

She lives under his roof, obeys his rules, and isn't really one to rock the boat. So she took her no seeing the Cullens punishment with minimum complaint.

Though judging by the low murmuring and creaking of the floorboards coming from her room late at night, I don't think she's really listening to dear old dad either.

Today however, I'm going on a trip. A day trip, by myself, because sometimes you just want to be alone.

And if I want to distract myself because I might miss a certain strawberry, well that's no one's business but my own.

Leaving just after my Father did, and quietly going into my car, not informing anyone of where I might be going, may be foolish, but I am eighteen, an age where I can make my own decisions. And if the cavalry is called in to find me, then apparently my families' paranoia is at an all-time high.

Driving at a speed that would make my Father's pulse skyrocket and face redden in perceived fury, I quickly make my way out of small town Forks, fly past Port Angeles, and make the annoyingly long drive to Seattle.

If someone really needs to reach me, then I'm just a phone call away. So I'm really not too worried about having to see panicked faces and flashing lights, coming to tell me that my Father somehow pulled some strings to make me an immediate missing person to be on the lookout for.

Finally making it to the big city, I'm slightly frustrated to realize that I can't remember what I used to do here the few times my parents actually took us here to visit.

Maybe some exercise would be nice. I walk around the big city for what can only be an hour and realize how boring it is. So then I try sitting and people watching and that only takes my interest for maybe another half an hour.

Finally I give up and just decide to find somewhere to eat.

Walking along the sidewalks, paying almost no attentions to my surroundings, I'm knocked out of my musings when I'm literally almost knocked over.

"Oww! Dammit!"

Looking around wildly, I finally look down only to see a small blonde girl, looking at me blankly. She's wearing an odd black cloak and is staring as if I'm the dirt under her shoe.

I rub at my hip, where I apparently knocked into her. Somehow she bruised me. What the hell did I hit? "Sorry. I guess I didn't see ya."

She doesn't answer and instead continues to stare.

The girl looks at me imperiously for only a moment more before finally turning and starting to walk away without a word.

"Nice talking to you too."

She continues to leave, not acknowledging what I said, and turns the corner a moment later.

"Weird."

I go to walk away, but almost step on something. Crouching down to get a closer look, I notice that it's some kind of jewelry.

A large pendant with a V and some other kind of inlay on a long chain. The girl must have dropped it when we ran into each other. Examining the clasp, I can see that it broke somehow. Maybe it got caught on something.

Shaking my head, I pick it up, and then frown in the direction the girl walked off in. It took me a few minutes to look over the necklace, Seattle's a big city and there's a lot of people out today. There's no way I could find her. Before I can over think it, I pocket the necklace, and walk off.

"Just one."

The hostess nods and leads me into the dining area, showing me where to sit and walking off after putting down the menu.

I examine it and try not to feel self-conscious that I'm alone. Though really there isn't a reason to be. I'm here without someone else of my own volition and without the want of someone else's company. Strawberry's included.

Especially annoying one's who like to bother me, and invite themselves over. And like to be as close to me as possible. Be really cold, but still somehow comforting. Maybe smell pretty awesome. Or have an unknown accent that sometimes tends to slip into their words. I certainly don't want to be near one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. Nope, definitely don't want to be near them.

Eating a small lunch, where no one bothered me and I could stew in my thoughts was quite possibly one of the stupidest decisions I've ever made thus far. The added effect of still not being able to stop thinking of a particular fruit related person, definitely didn't help.

I quickly ate and then made my way outside after paying, to see the already dark clouded day has finally broke and now the sky has opened and it's started to pour.

If I didn't love the rain, I'd probably be pissed.

So instead I walk off with a smile on my face.

I only make it about a block before it slips off. I'm in mid step when suddenly it feels as if the ground is falling out from under me.

"I believe you have something of mine."

My head is being pushed into a brick wall, I can't see who is currently attacking me, how I got to my current position, nor do have any idea what's going to happen to me. The only thought going through my mind is, 'holy shit, this bitch sounds as dramatic as she is cliché.'

The girl, because the voice is undoubtedly feminine pushes my face harder into the brick causing me to cry out. I can almost feel the sick satisfaction she has at the sound. And it really just makes me want to turn around and laugh at her derisively just to get some kind of rise out of her. Unfortunately neither idea is optional at the moment, so I just stick to my current position.

I wish I knew what she was talking about, so I could give her some witty remark about lost and found, but I'm confused and in pain so excuse my lapse in forethought when it comes to not getting myself killed.

"You're going to have to be more specific, unfortunately I don't read minds. Though, the lack of headaches is probably worth not having that ability."

She pulls at my hair and then pushes my face back into the wall.

"Where. Is. It."

"You think this will leave a mark? Cause this is kinda the money maker right here."

The hand pulls at my head again, making my head go further back than before, and I'm expecting a brutal slam back into the brick. However another voice interjects before my face meets the wall.

A smooth male, cultured voice asks this time. "A necklace with a V. We are sure you have it. Don't make this any more difficult than necessary."

I swallow and answer. "Gaudy, heavy, really ugly and unnecessary."

"Yes. That would be it."

"Never seen it."

I hear a growl.

Again with the growling. Is this a new thing, I missed hearing about?

The girl takes my head and this time actually does slam it into the wall without interruption.

I swear I could see stars.

"Don't make me ask again." The girl is back to interrogating. I almost miss the boy being the one in charge.

"I wish I had a carrot, so I could chew on it and say 'What's up doc?'" I may or may not have a death wish. Or no filter when nervous, or in this case terrified.

My head is again being pulled and this time the upper part of my torso is being pulled with it, so I know this will hurt.

"You're lucky I can't use my gift, then you wouldn't be able to say anything."

I finally decide that this heroic, or brave, or most likely incredibly stupid routine is just going to get me killed. I quickly yelp out, "In my pocket! It's in my pocket!" Before she can bash my skull in.

Still keeping me in the same position, she quickly checks through my pockets, yanking her hand out in disgust as soon as she has her palm around the necklace.

We stand in silence for a few moments and I can still feel the pure fury coming from behind me. After a few minutes and some more growling the boy speaks up again. "Jane remember what Master said."

"I'm pretty sure, he would make an exception."

Throughout the whole conversation, the girl's voice was filled with unbridled fury, while the boy's was monotone, almost bored.

"You don't know that Jane. Now come along, we're not finished yet."

I almost let out a sigh of relief when the hand in my hair loosens slightly, before I can however, the pain in my scalp is back to an extremely high level as she tightens her grip even more than before and smashes my head into the wall harder than she had previously.

The stars are back, along with spots, and I'm pretty sure I was just knocked unconscious, because the last thing I see before my vison totally blacks out is a pair of petite feet in some ridiculously expensive looking heels.

So maybe it was a calculated error going so far away without actually informing anyone, but I'm nothing if not pragmatic when it comes to admitting when I'm wrong.

AN: Sorry about the wait again. This time I had a reason though. Exams and then Prom, both equally sucked.

A little shorter than I'd like, but still pretty important.

But look at this. Plot development, drama, a cliff hanger. How odd.

So, hopefully I'll update a little faster, but it still have a couple more exams so who knows.

Throw me some love would ya. I really wanna know what you guys think. Thank you for all you've said up to this point too. I'm almost at a hundred reviews.