I had no encounters with any of the family that day. Abigail drove me home in her new Ford Focus, happily going at least 20 over the speed limit. I had the window opened and shoved my head out of it, enjoying the warm air hitting my face.
"Tiff told me Edward Cullen dragged you into a bathroom."
"Tiff needs to mind her ow business."
Abigail rolled her eyes. I didn't see it, but I knew she did. "I'm all happy you're finally taking an interest in boys, but not one so old!"
I scrunched my face up in disgust, "I'm going to dignify that with a response."
"Not even a cute one! He's so moopy, and sad, and he doesn't talk to people." She pulled into our driveway as she complained, and parked the car. I wasted no time in exiting the car, attempting to speed walk to the front door.
"Kate!" Abigail called, "Are you listening?"
"No! I don't like him!"
