AN: Hey guys! I feel like a horrible author for not updating! No cookies for me I guess! Okay enough said, on with the story.
Chapter…idk? Anyways…Chapter number blank: Damn regret
I sat on my bed, staring at the light blue ceiling in front of me, balancing a lime green fuzzy pillow on my feet. My caramel curls stuck to my cherry lip gloss bugging me constantly. My phone launched into the chorus of "Damn regret" by red jumpsuit apparatus, my newest song craze.
Damn regret,
I'll try to forget,
Don't worry about me because I'll be fine,
Cast my line,
And see what's behind,
Did you think you'd persuade me to let you go?
"Hello?" I sat up chewing on my bottom lip.
"Hey best frannnndddd." Of course, who else could it be but kacee?
"Hey," I picked at the red nail polish on my big toe.
"So what are you doing tonight?" the phone went fuzzy for a moment.
"Let's see, errrr…Nothing!" I said exasperated. She laughed amusingly.
"So go to this awesome party with me at my mom's book club friend's house." She pleaded secretly.
"Question," I sang.
"Yea?" she sounded impatient.
"Ummm…how about…yes of course! Why the good charlotte would we want to go to quote "your mom's book club friend's house" end quote, for a most likely lame party?"
"Wellllll….." she fidgeted, "this lady has a really hot son?" I laughed.
"Come sneak me out." She shrieked and hung up, probably already half way out the door.
At the party
Fergie's "big girls don't cry" was blasting through the sound system as we entered the huge ex pensive looking house. Kacee had already briefed me on "the hot dude." I could totally tell he was way more than that to her.
"Kacee!" a tall, muscular boy sitting on a bar stool across the room waved looking from her to me. Kacee tugged me behind her, waving back.
"Awesome party!" she tried flirting. Apparently it worked, that boy was brainless. We walked over and kacee gave "hunter" his present.
Several identical inhumanely people crowded around with knowing smiles, I guess they were in on it to. Wait, these were the same "vampires" from the meadow. Shit.
The spiky haired one, I think her name was Amanda, or something with an a, spoke up, "who's your friend Kacee?" double shit.
"Oh this is my best friend Hope Black!" she smiled, totally clueless of what was going on. The beautiful girl with dark brown hair stiffened, as if she had heard of me before.
"Are you Jacob's daughter?" The man next to the dark-haired girl asked, seemingly politely, but I could see straight through his fake tone, he was definitely p-oed.
"Actually hope is adopted," Kacee came in interrupting my thoughts. I decided to put my two cents in the conversation.
"I'm not adopted, I've just lived with the blacks sense I was little." Suddenly the dark-haired beauty broke down sobbing. It felt so awkward I had to get out of there.
"Maybe I should go." I turned to head out the door, which was going to be a challenge to get to.
"Edward!" she sobbed continuously, "Hope is my daughter!" I stopped frozen. Is this really happening?