CHAPTER 13 – "What would be my next move?"
Adele – Chasing Pavements
Should I give up,
Or should I just keep chasin' pavements?
Even if it leads nowhere
Or would it be a waste
Even if I knew my place
A/N: On the plane and on our way to the mystery man…
We had only been in the air for a few minutes and I was already hyperventilating. Not because I was scared of being in a plane but because of where the plane was taking me – or who it was taking me to.
I didn't know what was going to happen because none of this was planned. For all I know he might send me away again and then where would I go? What would be my next move?
Maybe I'd end up as a nomad…
I couldn't go back to the Cullens and act like I loved Edward. How easy it would be if I was still oblivious and happy with Edward. Edward; the guy that had proposed to me and committed his life to me, the guy who'd spent a ridiculous amount of money for me to sit in the first class, disregarding my protests to the unnecessary gesture.
Releasing a tired sigh, I turned to the midnight sky and rested my forehead on the cool glass. My fingers instinctively reached up to the pendant of the necklace as I was hit with another memory when staring at the silver-dotted sky.
(*FLASHBACK*) "My grandmother is going to kill me" my mischievous grin, contradicted the worry that I was expected to feel in such a situation.
He rested his hand over mine on the arm rest before I threaded our fingers today. I knew he was trying to calm my erratic nerves when he said, "No…she will kill me" he smirked next to me and fell back onto his seat, completely relaxed as he added, "Not that she can" he peeked at me as he asked, "You still on board?"
"Will we be back on time?" I fretted. Not for my grandmother's wrath but for her health. I knew she worried over me – too much if I should add. This was why I had not told her that I would be flying to a different country for the night with the person that she seemed to detest.
"I promise" he placed a kiss on my cheek and glanced down to our entwined hands with a small yet secretive smile.
I narrowed my eyes at him as I blatantly accused, "…and I don't believe you"
"But I don't care" he shot back. The boyish grin that had been on his face ever since I gave into him still stuck onto his face, stretching wider as he continued to look at me. Both of us had gotten tired of the stolen moments in the night and obviously excited for the prospect of spending a whole night together.
I realized that he had probably planned this from the moment I told him that Marie would be staying with her sick friend for the night.
"Let's get going then" he grinned and began to press random buttons of different colors.
Panic hit me and I reached out to for his hand, "Before we go" I began causing him to stop his movements, "Just remember that have my life in your hands" I sent him a warning glare.
He smirked at me, no worry creasing his forehead, "No pressure then?" he joked but his amusement faltered when he caught my hyperventilating state. "Trust me Isabella" he pleaded.
"I am strapped to a chair on a plane that belongs to you. Which you are going to be flying" I rambled, "I think it's pretty clear that I trust you" he lit up with my confession so I nodded in assurance and relaxed back onto the leather seat. "I trust you" the gasped words now fell so freely from my quivering lips.
"Just as I trust you" he whispered his confession.
It was the first time he had said that to me – well actually anything remotely amorous. However, when looking up in surprise, he had turned back to the controls before him with a set jaw. I knew it was difficult for him to admit things or show any sign of humanity but when he did, I was thankful because I felt closer to him….
A/N: Well she is on her way to her love? Any more ideas regarding who it is? Mystic Falls in the next chapter…