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"Class Act"
Chapter Thirty-Five: Nothing
I had been doing very well.
For the past five days, I hadn't sought Edward out.
I hadn't seen him.
I'd gone to two parties—one at La Push and one at Lauren Mallory's house.
They were fun.
I even went to the movies with Jake one night. He wanted to make peace, wanted to make sure I didn't hate him for sleeping with Jessica.
He thought that was the reason I broke up with him.
After dumping the tub of popcorn on his head, I stomped out of the movie theater.
With no way home, I called Alice. She never had a car, and her mother was a nurse who worked the night shift during the week, so she had to sneak into my bedroom for my keys. For a cop, Charlie was pretty relaxed, having one of those fake rocks with the house key under it. And even if he had woken up, he wouldn't have cared.
Curious, because we were leaving for Seattle in thirty-six hours . . .
I used to count the days until I was at college. Now it was mere hours, and I didn't want to go anymore.
I'd been so good, too.
Edward's car wasn't in his driveway.
All the lights were off.
The condo looked empty.
But he forgot to lock his bedroom window.
With ease, I hopped over the sill—losing my footing and falling into nothingness.
Nothing was here.
No bed.
No furniture.
There was nothing.
I was surprised to see an air mattress in his living room, though.
The blanket had his scent, and so did his pillow, and I felt oddly at ease.
I had Edward all around me.