Who can we trust?
"Like, stop touching me, asshole!" Jessica whines, slapping the black-clad man's hand before shoving herself into a tank-like vehicle. It's too late when she realized what she had just done.
Alice gasps at Jessica's choice of words and covers her mouth while Rosalie pulls her into her arms, trying to soothe her.
Emmett, who is seated behind Alice and Rosalie's seat, leans close to them. "Hey."
"Go hey yourself," Rosalie sneers, making Emmett whistle as he sits back.
"Does anyone have coke?" Jasper asks to everyone in the vehicle.
Everyone sends him pointed looks aside from Angela. "Coke? You want some?" She shows her can of diet Coke.
Pete elbows her. "Not that 'coke', Angela!" he hisses. At first she puts on a confused look until she finally realizes, blood creeping up her cheeks.
Edward and Alice's father, Carlisle, who sounded like Darth Vader earlier, clears his throat to call the teens' attention. "Everyone, listen up. I'm sure all of you don't know a single thing of whatever it is that's happening, but all I can say right now is that time has come for your bunch to learn more about yourselves."
"Wow. Is this another counseling meeting I have to go through?" James says flatly.
"I just discovered something about myself," Edward imparts.
"No one's asking," Emmett shouts from the back seat, gaining giggles and chuckles from everybody.
After the banter dies down, and Edward correctly decides to shut the fuck up, Tanya becomes the only person in their right mind. "Where are you taking us, by the way?"
Carlisle smiles. "Somewhere each one of you is the same as the other. No cliques, no diversity; just one team."
"Why should I trust you?" Peter shoots at him.
"'Cause he's my father!" Alice screams.
There really are just moments when you want to facepalm yourself while reading. I do. LMAO