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It was Wednesday, and I knew that I had to go round to Sam's house after dinner whether I felt like it or not, and believe me I did not. Lizzie leaving had depressed us all. So, I woke up at the crack of dawn (7.00am) and travelled to school like always, dealing with Rory's silence and sadness badly – I merely attempted to ignore it. Though, you could always count on Alice to raise your spirits.

"Dinner tonight with Sam!" She commented as the car pulled up outside the high school. It was a rainy day, and fog misted at the windows, I didn't want to get out of the warm leather interior.

"Sadly, yes."

"You'll have a really good time."
"You know that, how?"

"Well… Sam will have a really good time." She grinned, and held open the passenger door for me. I tumbled out, closely followed by Rory's tall, slender figure.

"I just hope Jacob won't come round and find out where I am…" I muttered, thinking of Jake's fetish for random appearances.

School passed slowly, I was told that I had to write a piece of History coursework, but I knew that Carlisle would gladly do it, and I had to do some for drama – the only subject which I actually had to do on my own. Lunchtime passed in a blur, Rory sat silently, still as a rock, not even bothering to look human anymore. Though, a twelve year old boy did approach him and talk as if they were friends.

"Hello, Rory," he murmured, standing oddly close to my brother, and patting him on the back.

"Who are you?" Rory replied coldly.

"I'm Thomas. Lizzie has told me a lot about you, you know!"

"Has she?"

"Why yes, she has. I don't understand where she's gone though. I miss her. We had Spanish together." Thomas said, a note of sadness seeping through his tone. Rory snorted and that marked the end of the conversation, Thomas slid away into the background as he had done before.

Sam arrived to pick me up at the end of school, much to Max's annoyance.

"So, you let any guy into your life apart from me?"

"Shut up, Max." I replied firmly, walking up to Sam and oddly shaking his hand, "hey, Sam."

"Hi. So shall I brief you now? Or later?" Sam asked, looking into my eyes which made me feel like jelly. I had discovered that the arrival of Sam meant strange emotions were evoked from me. Whether this was good or bad I didn't know, all I did know was that Jacob would not be impressed.

"Now is good." I replied lightly, breaking the gaze that we held. His bright topaz eyes sparkled remarkably and his icy pale face seemed suddenly happy and warm.

"Okay, well my father is an old Duke, and he is very traditional. When you see the house, you may understand. Then my mother seems a bit like yours. I mean, Esme, not your biological mother. I mean, please understand, your family confuses me." He stuttered and I knew that he wanted to blush. I laughed though, wondering why he was being so formal all of a sudden.

"Don't worry, Sam, I understand. Also, I am the same person I always have been, you do not need to speak to me as though I am the queen!" Sam laughed then and I joined him. Together we laughed in harmony, like the tinkle of bells.

"Okay. Anyway, Nessie, just go with the flow - we have been dating for two weeks, erm, yeah." He stopped and looked at me again, "have we… kissed?" I blushed desperately.

"Why do we need to discuss this?" I hissed, "surely your parents won't want to know that?"

"Just for our own knowledge, Nessie! This is all completely make-believe."

"You're so annoying." I muttered.

"Come on. We're here now."

"But its not dinner!"

"Oh yeah… well I guess you could go home for an hour or so, and meet back at the house."

"What was the point of taking me here then?"

"I don't know! But, cant you just call your boyfriend to come collect you?"

"As a matter of fact I can!" I screeched, suddenly furious.

"Go on then! Do it!" Sam's voice was almost a growl, and he stood utterly still as I brought out my flip phone, and dialled for Jacob. It was more just to prove Sam wrong than my preference to Jacob collecting me.

The phone rung twice and was then switched off. Confused, I dialled again, but got the same answer as the time before, only it only rung once. I looked back at Sam who looked almost white hot with anger. I had to hand it to him, he was very good-looking. His eyes were a flat black, though somehow depthless, and his face was twisted into an angry expression that he seemed to only reserve for me.

"Actually, you know what, Sam? I'm going home. I don't need my boyfriend to come collect me! I don't need anyone! The only reason I was going to embarrass myself like this was for you! And I don't even know why I was going to do that, because you know what? You're not worth it. Go tell your parents yourself that no girls want to date you!" And with that I stormed into the distance, having to break into a run when I heard Sam following me.

"Nessie! Wait!" I heard his desperate voice call, but I was far away, running through forests and leaves and trees until I found a small meadow place. It was scattered with purple wildflowers, and dark billowing trees, and it felt like home. I sat down, too upset to notice that it was wet, and cried until my eyes were dry.

It wasn't long before he found me, Sam did seem to have unparalleled senses, and it was beginning to annoy me. Though, I felt somewhat relieved that it was Sam who had found me, and not Jacob.

"Nessie I- " he stopped, and looked at the ground shamefully before sitting beside me, with his head on his knees.

"Don't worry about it." I muttered, wiping away a stray tear and tucking a short piece of curly hair behind my left ear.

"I don't know what came over me, but I want to be truthful to you I really do. So, I'm going to tell you why I was rude earlier and its not because I don't like you. The opposite… in fact…" he trailed off, but his icy hand traced patterns over mine and I knew what he was going to say but surprisingly I didn't want to stop him.

"I really like you, Nessie." He whispered after a few minutes of sitting in silence, "my parents don't really mind whether I have a girlfriend or not… its true that they would prefer it if I found someone, but I wanted you to come for dinner. I wanted, even for a short period of time, for you to be my girlfriend." I was taken aback to say the least. My heart seemed to stutter, and a blush appeared on my cheeks. We looked at each other for a while, and my brain finally registered his beauty in its full light. Without intention, I leant forward, and pulled Sam into a sweet kiss. He began to kiss me back with urgency, until he suddenly stopped.

"No…" I murmured, pulling his head toward me again.

"Nessie. This isn't fair on Jacob. Either break up with him, or don't kiss me." He sounded stern, but when I looked at his dancing eyes I knew that he wanted to kiss me again as much as I wanted to kiss him.

"Come on!" I whispered into his ear, before jumping up and pulling him with me.

"What?"

"We're going to yours for dinner." I smiled, and held his hand tightly in mine, before setting off back to Sam's for supper.

It was only when we were standing on his front porch when it hit me.

"Hang on a second… you don't eat…"

"Yeah. Er, I kind of meant that my dad asks you questions and you have to answer. You can have dinner if you'd like."
"What? That's not funny, Sam."

"Again? Dear me. I must sort out my sense of humour!" He cried, and as he did, noticed a stray piece of hair behind my ear, and tucked it back for me. His touch sent tingles down my spine. As I realised that it was not Jacob who I actually liked, the front door opened and there was the most pompous, typically English man I think I had ever laid eyes upon.

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