A/N—So I apologize... It's been more than half a year now since I last updated My Mother Knew. I AM SO SORRY! I promise to have another chapter up, though, before the end of the year!

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My Mother Knew

Chapter 21: Just Be Me

As the weather grew colder, so did Trey's attitude. He wasn't this way just with me. All of a sudden he just stopped being the lil' socialite that could strike up a conversation with anyone in that adorable accent. No one knew what was wrong. Carlisle was the first to attempt to figure out the problem. This was not a success, so Emmett went next by trying to entice Trey to go on a long hunting trip. This was also a failure.

One night I sent Renesmee into Trey's room. Who could say no that face?

Well. Trey. That's who.

He didn't exactly say "no," though. It was more of a, "Ness, leave me alone." Being the good girl that she is, Renesmee obeyed and left his bedroom.

Come to think of it, during this time I did not have much interaction with him either. Day by day the number of words he spoke to me lessened. A week or so after Renesmee ventured into his room, there was a knock on my door. It was him. "Come in," I said quietly, setting my pen down and taking a break from my Spanish essay.

"Hi," he said, almost inaudible.

I looked up at Trey. "What do you want?"

He handed me a stack of papers clipped together. "Here's the second draft of the show."

I took the papers from him and casually flipped through them without saying a thing. "Thanks," I finally said, once I reached the last page. "I doubt it will need another revision. If there are any changes Stein will probably make them, but they won't be that significant. Is that okay?" This was strictly business.

"That's fine." It was with him, too. And he left my room. No goodbye. No goodnight. No small talk of asking what I was working on. Nothing. He just left with no warning what so ever. I would soon find out that this is a habit of is.

I read the second draft of the show. It was good, I have to admit. The kid had talent. He knew how to take a simple, stereotypical plot, twist it around, make the characters more three-dimensional, and create a story that could capture any audience. It was perfect, and hopefully it would raise the shitty Forks High theatre department some money. It needed the funding badly.

The next day, I gave the draft to Stein. He was in love with it-like a small child in a candy store. Like a teenage boy surrounded by a bunch of hot girls...okay, that may be a little extreme there, but my point is proven. He was excited and eager to get started!

"Hey, Bridget!" I heard someone yell my name as I was walking down the hallway, collecting my thoughts about Trey and stressing out over the show. Yes, all at the same time. The voice's owner was Kevin.

I turned around. "Kevin! Hi! What's up?" I asked him. We weren't awkward. Carrie thought we would be, but we're not. He's like my big, over protective brother.

"I just saw Stein in the hallway, and he told me what you're doing. That's amazing! Congratulations!"

"Thanks," I said. "I mean, it's really not that big a deal, and that gorgeous theatre is just sitting there, unused. It needs to be put to good use, not just sit there and wait for the next school assembly or a talent show sponsored by the student government."

"Who knew you could be so deep, Bridge!" he laughed at me.

"Ehh, I can bee deep when I wanna be... or need to be, for that matter." I smiled. "Anyway, I have to go! Alice, Rose, and I are going shopping."

"You guys seem to go shopping quite often," he told me. "Like... a lot..."

"Yeah, I know we do! But I love it so I am not going to argue with it!"

So I wasn't going shopping with them. I was going home to read that script again. It was just simply phenomenal; I could not get enough of it! Every time I read it I became more and more attached to the characters that Trey had created. I became more in tune with the setting. I read deeper into the plot, discovering tiny plots within the plot. The boy was brilliant.

And I also needed to make flyers and announcements about auditions which were scheduled the week before winter break. That's two weeks away.

I sat in my room, typing up stuff and listening to music. Rosalie walked in and closed the door behind her. She sat down on my bed. "So can you say awk?"

"Yes, awk," I retorted flatly, not in the mood to gossip about Trey.

"There's something fishy about that kid." I nod in agreement. "I was talking to Edward and he was saying that all he thinks about is that show... this may sounds weird to you, but-"

"My life is way past weird, Rose, but go on."

"Edward thinks that Trey has another power besides seeing the future..." I turn around to face her. "He believes that Trey has the ability to make Edward read one thing when he is really thinking another."

"So like Bella being able to block her mind from Edward entirely, Trey can like put up an illusion?" I ask.

"You catch on quick," Rosalie said. "It's irritating the hell outta Edward. He hates not being able to know what Trey is thinking, especially with Trey's strange behavior lately. It's worrying Carlisle, too. Plus, Carlisle has never seen a half-breed with two powers before. He's... he's starting to question whether or not Trey is actually a half-breed... He thinks Trey may be lying about what he really is. Now, of course it has a great possibility that his story is true. Personally, I just think Carlisle is jumping to conclusions, wanting to make Trey look like the bad guy just because he sees you as his little girl now, Bridget."

I bite my lip, thinking about what Rose had just told me. Two powers. Half-breed...half-truths, more like. And Carlisle? It was sweet, I guess. He felt like he had an obligation to act as my father figure. I'm grateful for this, but it makes me just want to go back in time. I want to go back in time to a place where my dad is still alive, where my friends and I went to the movies on the weekends and filmed stupid parodies and vlogs, where my school was big enough that not everyone knew everyone, where vampires didn't exist, where I could just be normal again. I want to go back to a place where I can be just me, Bridget.