Emmett had dropped me off in time to meet up with Bella, Jessica, and Angela to go to dress shopping. Port Angeles was a beautiful little tourist trap, much more polished and quaint than Forks. But Jessica and Angela knew it well, so they didn't plan to waste time on the picturesque boardwalk by the bay. Jess drove straight to the one big department store in town, a few streets in from the bay area's visitor-friendly face.
I rolled my eyes in amusement as Jess looked at Bella in disbelief because Bella had never gone to a school dance.
"Didn't you ever go with a boyfriend or something?" Jess asked as we walked through the front doors of the store.
"Please, Bella having a boyfriend. She would've actually had to talk to a boy to get one of those," I laughed as I looked around the store.
"No one ever asked me," Bella defended.
"Bella, four guys in our class, asked you out in the same day, and you rejected every single one of them," I shot back playfully.
"Well, except for Tyler," Angela amended quietly. I spun quickly around towards Angela.
"Excuse me?" Bella gasped. "What did you say?"
"Tyler told everyone he's taking you to prom," Jessica informed her. I started uncontrollably laughing, ignoring the glare I received from a pissed-off Bella.
"He said what?" I sounded like I was choking on my laughter.
"I told you it wasn't true," Angela murmured to Jessica.
I continued laughing while staring at the semi-formal dress in front of me.
"That's why Lauren doesn't like you," Jessica giggled while we pawed through the clothes.
"Does Lauren actually like anyone other than herself?" I questioned my dislike for the blonde bitch growing. The girls looked at me, clearly amused.
Bella, also looking equally pissed off, said."Do you think that if I ran him over with my truck, he would stop feeling guilty about the accident? That he might give up on making amends and call it even?"
"Maybe," Jess snickered. '"If that's why he's doing this."
The dress selection wasn't large, but we found a few things to try on. Bella sat in the chair outside, still clearly fuming at the thought of her prom date's unwillingness to accept his rejection. Jess was torn between two - one a long, strapless, basic black number, the other a knee-length electric blue with spaghetti straps. Bella and I encouraged her to go with the blue; why not play up the eyes? Angela chose a pale pink dress draped around her tall frame nicely and brought out honey tints in her light brown hair. I decided on a white spaghetti strapped gown that was decorated with flowers throughout.
After a successful dress hunt, we headed over to shoes and accessories. I was debating whether or not I should go with flats or heels. I stared at my left foot, which had a bright white heel, and the right that were black ballet flats.
"Angela?"Bella began, hesitant, while she was trying on a pair of pink strappy heels.
Jessica had drifted to the jewelry counter, so the three of us were alone.
"Yes?" She held her leg out, twisting her ankle to get a better view of the shoe.
"I like those." Bella complimented her.
"I think I'll get them - though they'll never match anything but the one dress," she mused.
"Oh, go ahead - they're on sale," I encouraged. She smiled, putting the lid back on a box that contained more practical-looking off-white shoes.
"Um, Angela..." Bella said nervously Angelea looked up at Bella in curiosity.
"Is it normal for the... Cullens to be out of school a lot?" She asked. I froze and looked up from my shoes. I had kept my promise to the Cullens in not revealing their secret. I knew Bella was bound to figure it sooner or later. She was determined, and when Bella's determine, she usually is successful. Trying not to look guilty, I stared back at my shoes, biting my lip.
"Yes, when the weather is good, they go backpacking all the time - even the doctor. They're all real outdoorsy," she told Bella quietly, examining her shoes, too. Bella, not wanting Angela to ask questions, quickly dropped the subject.
We planned to go to dinner at a little Italian restaurant on the boardwalk. Still, the dress shopping hadn't taken as long as we'd expected. Jess, Angela, and I took our clothes back to the car and then walked down to the bay. Bella told us that she would meet us at the restaurant in an hour to go to some bookstore.
An hour passed, and then another, and the three of us decided to go head to the restaurant. My anxiety started to race as Bella had still not returned from the bookstore and was, of course, not answering her phone.
"I'm sure she's fine," Angela comforted me as she could sense the panic radiating off of me. It didn't help. We waited at the restaurant for an hour and a half later, and still no Bella. At this point, I was freaking out. My hands were filled with sweat; my lip bled from the constant abuse from my teeth.
"I'm gonna call my dad. I think we should start driving around and see if we can find her," I said, reaching for my phone, my hands shaking. I pull it out of my pocket when I see the familiar pale face of my sister. 'Thank god she's alive so that I can kill her.' I ran over to her.
"Isabella Marie Swan, where the fuck were you? I was so worried," I cried angrily to her. I wrapped my arms around her, gripping her tightly.
"I'm sorry, Clara. I got lost and ran into Edward, and we started talking," she explained to me. I broke away from Bella and stared at the bronze hair teen that had previously insulted me only a few hours prior. How the hell did he know where we were? Oh my god, he followed us here.
"Edward, so nice to see you again. What a small world we're living in. I could've sworn that you and your family were out camping," I seethed. Edward scowled at me.
"I came home early and needed to pick up some clothes for school," he lied smoothly. I gave him a fake smile.
"Well, thank you for returning my sister to me. Bella, are you ready to go?" I asked, looking back to Bella.
"Actually, I was going to get Bella dinner and drive her home," Edward announced before Bella could reply.
"Well, that's very kind of you," I spat sarcastically. "Bella, I'll see you when I get home," I said as Jess, Angela, and I walked back to the car.
It was around 6:45 when I came home. I opened the door as softly as I could, hoping not to alert Dad of my presence. I was pretty sure he wouldn't be too happy with Bella's current location. I successfully managed to get to my room and lock my door.
I pulled out my phone, scrolling down to Emmett's name. It only rang once before he answered.
"Hey, Clare Bear," he greeted happily. I was not in the mood.
"Don't you Clare Bear me. Did you send your brother to spy on my sister and me?" I accused. The line when silent, and I knew my answer.
"Okay, he was already going to follow your sister, so I asked him to keep an eye on you as well," he said quickly in one breath.
"Emmett!"
"I'm sorry," he pleads. I sighed in annoyance.
"I'm some damsel in distress that needs you to protect them at all times. You need to trust that I can take care of myself," I argued.
"You're right, you're right. I'm sorry that was over the line. It won't happen again," he apologized.
"Next time, call me or tag along. I'll be more than happy to let you care my clothes to the dressing room," I joked.
"Oh god, please don't that to me," he begged to causing me to giggle.
"Alright, well, I'm going to bed. I'll see you Monday," I told him, knowing that he would be hunting this weekend.
"Good night Clare Bear," he answered.
"Good night Em," I said before hanging up the phone. I got up from my bed and changed into my nightshirt and shorts. Just as I was about to get under the covers, a knock came from my door. I stood up from my bed and opened the door to Bella, who did not look over the moon to see me.
"You knew the Cullens were Vampires and didn't tell me," she whispers angrily. Fuck you, Edward.
"I've only known for about a month now. It wasn't my secret to tell, and I knew you would eventually figure it out yourself," I defended. Her face softens slightly. I opened the door to let her in. So much for going to bed.
my sister and me
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