Disclaimer: Own Twilight, I do not.
A/N: Sorry everyone. Immense writer's block was thrown at me, and my bff who lives two hours away is visiting. I am going to use the Breaking Dawn Quotes of the Day things in my story. So...
I ducked behind Edward and walked alongside him quickly. To my immense dislike, they saw me.
"Bella, Edward! Over here!" Jessica and Lauren were sitting at a table, with Lauren's laptop in front of her. Play it cool. They probably won't mention the wedding… Edward rubbed my arm while we slowly made our way over to the table.
I tucked my left hand into my pocket.
"Oh, I just can't believe I saw you guys." Jessica fluttered her eyelashes at my fiancée who gazed at me. Neither of us answered, and she continued.
"So, I'm coming to the wedding. Bella," She glanced at me for a brief second, "You can go order, I'd love to talk to your hubbie-to-be."
"Jess, I – " Edward stopped me and handed me some money. I looked at him, questioning.
"Go ahead. I want to speak to your friends." His jewel eyes had some amusement in them, so I assumed everything was fine and paced away.
As I approached the counter, the man behind it appeared hungry. Not in the I-want-food way, either.
"Uhm," I looked at the menu swiftly, "Could I have the Lemonade Blend, please?" I didn't think I could stand something with so much caffeine in it.
I paid him – while avoiding looking at his eyes – and moved over to the waiting area so the people behind me could order. Drumming my nails against the counter, I tried to listen in to their conversation. Unfortunately, the café was so loud that I could only see their mouths moving, and Edward's agitated expression. At least he isn't enjoying himself, I thought.
Something bumped my elbow, and I saw a petite girl who happened to be holding my lemonade.
"Lemonade Blend?" I showed her my receipt and she handed my drink.
"Thank you." I nodded and felt a cold hand grab mine and start dragging me to the door.
"Edward?" I stumbled after him as we walked outside to the car. His face was furious, and his eyes a frightening onyx as he pulled my along. I repeated his name, but he opened the door for me to get in. I did and took the bag of books, but while staring at him suspiciously.
"Let him cool down." A voice whispered behind me. I jumped and turned to Alice, who was sitting in the backseat.
Edward started the car, and pulled out so fast I was surprised I didn't get whiplash. Alice seemed to be talking to him, because he calmed down… at a snail's pace.
Could a vampire do anything at a snail's pace?
The drive home was silent and partially awkward. Only partially because Alice was chattering in the background and she would tell me funny stories about what happened before they had met me. But that was basically all. And the occasional sip I took from my lemonade.
We drove around to the garage, where Rosalie happened to be working on her BMW. Alice got out – carrying something – and left Edward and I in the Volvo.
"Edward, what's bothering you?" I asked quietly, fidgeting with the plastic bag.
"Nothing, Bella." His voice was strained.
"I said it once, and I'm saying it again: Screw the protecting me crap, please." He shook his head, and I growled in frustration. I threw open the car door and got out, slamming it behind me. Without tripping, I made my way to the house, cursing Lauren and Jessica in my mind.
I locked the bedroom door behind me and fell back onto the couch while taking out a book. I ignored Emmett's boisterous laughter and Alice's screams at him. I turned on his stereo and immersed myself in the book.
Really, what got into him? Jessica and Lauren couldn't be stupid enough to get him mad, could they? And I really didn't get why he kept anything that could hurt me away from me. He seriously needed to realize I was eighteen and had made the choice to become one of the undead.
How many people could admit that?
I glared at the fresh pages as I read them, still ignoring all outside sounds that were not music.
EPOV
"I said it once, and I'm saying it again: Screw the protecting me crap, please." I shook my head while glaring at my steering wheel. I heard Bella growl and slam the door then walk into the house. I sighed and got out unhurriedly and locked the doors.
"That was idiotic." A voice came from under the BMW, and I turned to Rosalie.
"What did I do? She's the one being difficult."
She's eighteen, Edward. Don't you think she can handle an insult or two?
"It would hurt her, though. I don't want to see her cry." I could hear Emmett's chortle, but I disregarded it and leaned against my car.
Tell me, then, dear brother. Rose had a temper that could match mine, so I decided to tell her. Though I highly doubted she would remember after this distinct conversation.
"We ran into Mallory and Stanley at the café we went to. Their thoughts were inconsiderate… and that is an understatement. 'Slut' was both of their favorite word, and they voiced that to me. They were going to ask Bella when she came back if, quote, 'Did you only get him because you did him?' unquote." My blonde-haired sister rolled out from underneath her car and stared at me for a long second, fixing her messy bun.
"Were you honestly afraid you were going to hurt her by saying that? Please. Even though I don't talk to Bella often, I know she would only go murder them. Not cry over it." She wiped her hands on a cloth and got up.
Anything else you need to talk about? While I'm in the sisterly-advice mode? She smiled slightly.
"No. I think I'm okay. Rose?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Thanks." She came over and gave me a hug.
No prob, little bro. Even prudes need help. I growled at her thoughts and pulled out of the hug.
"You might want to talk to her, if you want her to forgive you." I paced away as Rosalie rolled back under her crimson baby.
A/N: Well, it's getting late… I'll continue tomorrow or the next day. Expect a one-shot titled Fish Are Friends… Not Food. Use your imaginations, peeps. Till then!
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