Oh you guys must hate me right now! I'm sorry I've just been busy with school but I'm back so here's the next chapter! -Kutsy-

CHAPTER 9: NO TEARS

BREE'S POV

When I woke up, I realized that I hadn't cried that night. At all. I was excited (I don't even know why, I mean it's not like I'm going to see him today) but I didn't cry. That's so weird. I always cry. It's the one thing I could count on; I had to cry for any emotion whatsoever. I went through my normal routine in a daze. I dressed with special care, feeling silly. The odds were against seeing him today, but I wanted to look nice if I did. I cringed when I remembered what I was wearing when I met him.

All black! He must have thought was some kind of Goth, or in mourning! Not that theirs anything with being Goth. It's just not me.

When I got downstairs my parents noticed that something was different, slightly off.

'Are you ok, sweetie? You seem out of sorts.' My mom said, concerned.

'I didn't cry last night. I was really excited, but I didn't cry. At all.' I said, incredulously.

'Really? Well that's wonderful! Maybe you're finally getting over your over-active ducts! The doctors did say it would go away eventually.'

'And not a moment too soon. No offence, honey.' My dad said, glancing at me.

'None taken. I agree with you. Hopefully, I'll never have to take another Tylenol ever again.'

'Now now, let's not get hasty.' My mom said, ever the voice of reason. 'If you can get to the end of the week without crying, then we'll break out the Champaign bottles, so to speak.'

'Can we really get Champaign?' I said grinning.

'Well, since it's a special occasion, I think it will be ok.' My mom is big on alcohol. Even her and my dad can only have it on special occasions. Her grandfather died of liver failure when she was really young and they were close, so we understand. 'I think I'll even bake a cake.'

I grinned even wider. My mom is an awesome baker, but she doesn't like it. She only does it on very special occasions. I love her cakes.

'Yes!' I exclaimed. My and dad gave each other high fives. Britt walked in as we were doing that.

'I hope you don't mind. I let myself in.' she said

'Not at all, in fact I prefer it. Just let yourself in next time. You're more than welcome here.' My mom said, smiling.

'In fact, I think you're the first of Bree's friends that ever bothered. The rest of them just walked in like it was their house too. You should do that.' My dad said. 'I have to go. See you tonight. And kiddo, please try. I'm in the mood for chocolate gateau.'

'It hasn't been that long since I baked, has it?' my mom asked

'No. It's been longer.' I said, grinning. 'C'mon Britt, we need to go as well.'

'See you tonight.' My mom called as we left.

We got in the car. We had travelled a distance before I noticed Britt staring at me.

'What, do I have something on my face?' I said, checking in the mirror.

'No. you just seem in a good mood today. I'm guessing your mom found the Tylenol?'

'Actually. I didn't have a headache when I woke up. You don't know me that well so you don't know how rare that is. That's why my mom is baking a cake. We're celebrating.'

'Oh. That's why you can't stop smiling.' Yeah that and the fact I can't keep my mind off Embry. 'You're headache's must be killer.'

'You have no idea.'

We were at school by then, so I parked and we got out. The day went on like the last, except that at English I was practically bouncing in my chair. I knew in my head somewhere that he probably wasn't going to be there when I got out, but that didn't stop my heart from hoping. Britt kept looking at me with these secretive smile. I knew I was making it obvious to her that I liked him. At that point I didn't care. As long as she didn't tell him. I didn't know her that well, but she seemed like the kind of girl that wouldn't betray my trust. And she was friends with Embry, so how bad could she be?

Plenty. You don't even the guy! He could be a serial killer. Or in a gang. I mean, look at his muscles! Both he and Damon are extraordinarily muscled. They seriously could be in a gang. Britt could be a gang girlfriend! You don't really know her or him!

Shut up, over-active conscious! You're being ridiculous! I thought you were supposed to be the voice of reason. You're not thinking very reasonable. Damon and Britt can't be part of a gang! Their too nice.

Ok. Maybe them, but you don't know Embry.

Haven't you heard the saying birds of a feather flock together? He has nice friends so he must be nice. And I do know some thing's about him.

Oh? Like what, exactly?

Like he's polite. And gracious. I mean he offered me a ride and he didn't even know me. And he picked up Britt when Damon couldn't. And he's observant. He recognized by back from the cemetery.

Oh you definitely know him! What's his favorite color? What's his mom's first name? Or his dad's for that matter? Are they together or are they divorced? Face it, sister. You don't know squat about him.

Who says "face it sister" anymore?

You do. I'm your conscience remember? And you're dodging the situation because you don't want to admit it.

I am not! I am… arguing with my conscious. How pathetic. I'm going to have to get a physiologist. I need help.

'Hello! Earth to Brianna! Wake up!' Britt yelled at me

'What?' I said confused

'Class ended a couple of minutes ago. You've been staring blankly forward for a while. We need to go!' Britt said, shaking her head and trying not to laugh. She managed to look amused and impatient at the same time.

'Sorry. I didn't even hear the bell. I was having an… internal struggle.'

'About what?'

'Nothing in particular.'

We had reached the doors that lead outside. I hesitated behind them. If he wasn't out their, I would be so crushed I would probably start crying. But if he was out there, I was wasting valuable seconds. Britt had exited and realizing I wasn't behind her, came back inside.

'Are you coming or you going to stay here admiring the wood of this door?' Britt said, grinning.

I smiled and followed her through the doors.

Mini cliff hanger. Don't you hate us right now? You know there going to be a lot of these (insert evil smile here). Maybe we shouldn't continue, I don't know. You're reviews will help us decide.