Things went well for a long time. And then a storm was on its way. I'd heard the Cullens were taking Bella to watch them play baseball.
Blaine begged me to come, but I refused.
"Please," he said, turning all of his persuasive powers on me.
"No, Blaine." I said, avoiding looking at his eyes. "I really don't like sports—especially baseball. Why do you play during storms, anyway?"
"You'll have to come and find out."
"Nope. I'll just ask Bella when you get back."
"Aw, come on!"
"I told you," I said, crossing my arms in teasing defiance. "I'm. Not. Going."
"Fine. But don't expect me to ask you to prom!" he teased.
I punched his shoulder playfully—and winced.
"I keep forgetting you're rock solid." I said as I shook my hand out.
He laughed and said, "Want me to kiss it better?"
I laughed—but stopped abruptly when he took my hand and kissed my swelling knuckle. Blaine's cold lips numbed the pain and stopped the swelling.
"It's not broken, is it?" he asked as he examined it. "Move it."
I moved it and said, "It's fine."
"Oh, good." Blaine got that teasing smile again. "I wouldn't want to have to cancel our baseball game so Carlisle could fix it!"
I laughed and silently wished I could punch his shoulder.
That night, I found a note on my pillow.
Emile,
We ran into trackers during the game. They are after Bella.
We won't be back for a while, because we're trying to throw them off the scent. I couldn't get Carlisle to let me stay—he said it would endanger you also.
I love you.
-Blaine
I read and reread the note. I kept reading it, trying to find something that would keep me from worrying. But my eyes kept going to the last line—"I love you"—and I couldn't help but worry that he was risking his… existence.
I couldn't sleep. I was too worried about Blaine.
At school on Monday, I fell asleep during two of my classes—and got caught in one.
Angela asked me, during lunch, what was going on.
"I haven't been able to sleep these past couple of nights. It's nothing." Well it wasn't all a lie.
As soon as I got home, I pounded up the stairs with my backpack, intending to lose myself in my homework. But I found a surprise.
"Blaine!" I exclaimed as I dropped my backpack. Blaine was standing in the middle of my bedroom, looking, for all the world, like he'd been to Hell and back. I ran to hug him.
He hugged back, but pulled away quickly. And I got a good look at him.
His clothes were torn, and he was covered in soot (when I saw this, I looked down and
brushed myself off as best as I could).
"What happened to you?" I asked.
"Long story. I'll explain when I get back."
"Back from…?"
"Hunting. I am in a weakened state from what I've been through, and I can't resist blood
for too much longer—even with my gift. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay," I said as he slipped out the window. "Bye."
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