Chapter 6

Friday

EPOV

Who was Jazz trying to kid when he said he didn't want our little 'get together' on Friday to turn into a party?

As I walked around the school all I could hear was talk about the 'party' at the Cullen house. Girls were smiling coyly at me as I passed them in the halls whispering a suggestive,

"See you tonight Edward."

How all these people found out about the 'get together' was beyond me.

Jazz was panicking at lunch at the amount of people who had confirmed they were coming.

"Shit man, I didn't want this. Mom just redecorated the place and if she comes back and finds anything messed up or broken we're screwed."

I noticed Jessica Stanley bite her lip nervously and suddenly had a pretty good idea how the whole school had found out.

"Who's 'we'?" Rosalie asked, her eyebrows raised, "It wasn't my idea to do this. I think you'll find that you'll be the only one screwed if mom and dad find out about this."

Jasper grimaced.

I felt guilty. After all, he had only arranged the gathering to take the heat off me on my first day, when he saw that all the questions had started bugging me.

"Don't worry about it man." I reassured him, "I'll help you clean up afterwards. Aunt Esme and uncle Carlisle won't notice anything."

Jazz nodded at me slowly – but he didn't look convinced.

After school Emmett drove behind my Volvo to our house. He had turned out to be the owner of the massive jeep I had seen in the parking lot on my first day. I wasn't surprised; I couldn't imagine him squeezing his burly body into a smaller car.

I drove fast – faster than Emmett – so Jazz and I got to the house a few minutes before him.

We were going to Port Angeles, to get a few snacks and drinks for what was now the party we were having tonight. We took Emmett's car because it had the most space to fit everything in.

When we got to Port Angeles I immediately regretted going there. Memories of my mom and I coming here on weekends when I was a kid, flooded my head. I could see her laughing as we sat by the waterfront. I could see the wind tugging at her blond locks as she watched the boats. I could see her wiping ice-cream from my face and laughing at how it had somehow gotten on my nose. She laughed a lot back then.

My eyes had started stinging and there was no way I was going to let Emmett and Jazz see me cry.

I fought back the wave of emotion and tried to concentrate on the shopping.

We had been in Port Angeles for about a half hour. We had already gotten the snacks and drinks we needed. Emmett had also been able to buy some alcohol, his intimidating size caused the store clerk to not even bother questioning him about I.D. Jasper had not been pleased with the amount of alcohol he had gotten.

His eyes widened as Emmett strolled out of the store clutching bags of beer, brandy, whisky, vodka – you name it.

"What the fuck?" he questioned looking at Emmett incredulously.

Emmett grinned. "Relax man; I used my dad's credit card to pay for it. He'll probably not even notice and if he does he'd just think that he bought it."

"No, I mean what the fuck as in, what the fuck are you doing? Opening up a bar? I'm trying not to trash the place and you go and buy a truckload of alcohol. That really makes sense man."

He shook his head.

Emmett's grin stayed intact. "Dude, chill out. It's a party, how can we not have alcohol? That's like an unwritten rule or something. And I promise I'll help you fix the place if it gets trashed. Deal?"

Jasper sighed, a resigned look on his face, "Whatever."

"Good. Now let's go find somewhere to eat. I'm starved."

Emmett put the alcohol in the boot of his jeep and we went to go look for somewhere to eat. We got to a posh Italian restaurant called, La Bella Italia. We looked through the window to see couples gazing into each other's eyes over the table, the restaurant was lit with white fairy lights and candles and we could hear soft music flowing out from under the door.

We looked at each other and grimaced.

"I think we should find someplace else to eat." Emmett said.

We continued on past the restaurant. As we walked on, I noticed that old red truck that I saw in our school parking lot everyday; parked along the side of the road. We found a small pizza place and decided to eat there. Emmett dropped me and Jasper – and the alcohol – back at home before going back to his house to get ready. Luckily Esme and Carlisle had already gone.

They'd left us a note,

'Hey kids, we've already left to go to the airport. Sorry we couldn't say goodbye in person but we were getting late. Anyway, we left you enough food to last for the weekend. Please do not finish it in a day (Jasper) and then end up eating junk for the rest of the time. Take care and be good. Love you all.

Esme and Carlisle

Guilt engulfed me.

Esme and Carlisle had trusted us, they didn't even think to write stuff like 'no parties while we're gone' because they trusted that we wouldn't even think of doing that. And we were going to betray their trust and possibly mess up their beautiful home. Furthermore, they had taken me in without hesitation, treated me like I was one of their own and I was already going to lie to them after less than a week of living here. Sure it was only a party, and kids our age did things like this all the time.

But that fact didn't stop me from feeling like a complete asshole.

Author Note:

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Savannah-Vee