Chapter 3

That night in the hotel I did some researching on my laptop. After typing "werewolves" on Google, a website about Quileute legends came up. According to Quileute legends, werewolves protect the world from "pale faces" a.k.a. vampires. It said on the website that there was a bookstore in Port Angeles that had a book on Quileute legends.

The car ride was long, but my two bff's made it fun. Mostly we just laughed at the thought of werewolves and vampires. I mean, come on.

It doesn't seem like it, but Port Angeles is a very confusing city. We got lost. Eventually, we got hungry. Parking the car, we ate dinner. We thought we saw the bookstore up the road. No. Is it over there? No. We got lost. It was getting dark. We were scared.

Out of no where, a shiny silver Volvo came speeding down the road. A guy got out of the car and told us to get in. We were frozen. He said, "Listen, get in the car. It's getting dark. My name is Edward Cullen. Come on, I'll take you home."

He was, by far, the best looking guy I have ever seen .

We got in, all crammed in the back. No one talked. Finally, Edward said something. "So, what were you girls doing out in Port Angeles at night??"

I answered, "We were looking for a bookstore, and got lost." I told Edward.

"What book were you looking for? Maybe I could get it for you." Edward offered.

"It was called "Quileute Legends". I was curious… we're staying in La Push, and we wanted to know some history." Aleasha told him.

"You're staying in La Push?" He accused.

"Uh, yeah. Is there a problem?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I, uh, can't go there." He said awkwardly.

"What? Huh? Why?" I asked.

"I have a… disagreement with someone there." He tried to explain.

"Well, we probably won't end up seeing him."

"I'm sorry." He said.

"I don't understand." I tried to tell him.

"You don't need to." He answered. Rudely.

"Why are you being rude? Edward, you can trust us." I pleaded.

He sighed. "I'm sorry, truly I am. I can't explain. Why don't you stay at my house tonight?"

"Ok, sure. Where do you live?" I asked.

"In Forks. Not far from La Push." He answered.

"Ok, yeah, sure." Wow. Was this secret really so big that he would be willing to let three strangers sleep in his house? If it was that big, I was determined to find out what it was.

I think we fell asleep, because we were there surprisingly after Edward and I had that conversation. He led us up the stairs into a big room with three beds. Huh.

We met his mom and dad. He told us he was adopted. We kinda figured because his "dad" was in his early twenties, and Edward looked like he was in his late teens.

There were three beds in the guest room, and we all just laid down and slept. In the morning, we went downstairs. Edward had gotten us Mcdonalds. Then, we met his family. His whole family.