CHAPTER 13: I DON'T KNOW YET

Unlucky 13. Hope this chapter is good, because I'm starting to get bored with this. In my book, that's a very bad thing because, if I get bored I stop writing and only a miracle will get me to start again. So enjoy your probably last chapter from me. At least it's the chapter where he tells her he's a werewolf… or is it? I don't know, you have to ask Muse. Oh, most of this chapters' dialogue is going to be flashbacks. Wow this is long. I should make this a chapter in and of itself. -Nessa-

I personally think Nessa went overboard with all the authors note but anyway enjoy! -Kutsy-

Enjoy! Btw I agree with Kutsy, Nessa did go overboard with the authors notes but this chapter is awesome! -Nami-

The next couple of days Embry came along with Damon to school to pick up Britt. We would hang out near the back of the car talking while those two made out. I found out a lot about him and his two best friends, Quil and Jacob. I remember one conversation.

'How do you guys get your names? I mean some of you have western names, like Damon and Jacob, while some of you have Native American names like Embry or Quil.'

'Quil is named after his grandfather. My name actually isn't Native American. Or at least, I don't think so. My mom got it from some actor on TV. It's kind of how Quil and I became friends. We were the only people in our kindergarten class who didn't have a normal name.' he said with a small smile on his face.

He always had that smile on his face when he talked about his friends. You could tell that they really were like family to him. Even this one girl, whose name I can't remember, Lisa or something, whom he didn't particularly like was like family to him. Like the annoying cousin you don't like but love for the simple reason they're family.

He never talked about his mom though, and after the whole dad fiasco, I didn't ask. He seemed to close up when ever he thought of her. I wanted him to trust me enough to tell me about it but I had to remind myself that I had only been in this town a week. How could he trust me that much in a week?

I told him lots stuff about myself too. About me and my brother and all the wacky stuff we did as kids. I even told him about Beth. He laughed so hard that it shook the car we were leaning on.

I actually enjoyed going to school, knowing that I would see Embry after school. I was good at my emotions in check early in the day, but when it came down to the last lesson of the day, I couldn't help but to fidget and squirm and stare at the clock, willing it to move faster. It didn't help that we were doing the worst book known to man, so the lessons didn't grab my attention. In the last ten minutes of the lesson, Britt and I had identical posture. Eyes glued to the clock, arms hovering over our bags and books, waiting for the bell to ring so that we could grab them and go. We were usually the first two people out of the room. I kept thinking to myself "this is not healthy, that I'm so into this guy after only knowing him a week." I even argued with my conscious about it. I was talking to her so much know, she deserved a name. But no matter how much I knew that it wasn't good for me, I couldn't stop the breathless anticipation and the overwhelming sense of relief when I did see him everyday.

It was Saturday and I was kind of bummed out because I wouldn't see Embry today. But Britt was coming over and my mom was baking a chocolate gateau. I had made it through the week without crying at all, except for the day of the experiment, and that didn't count.

When I went downstairs later that day, I found Britt already there watching start making the batter.

'Hey. When did you get here?' I asked.

'Just now. I wanted to see how your mom bakes her cake. If her cookies are anything to go by, this should be heavenly.' Britt said.

'Thank you, dear. I'm glad you liked them.' My mom smiled up at Britt, then continued to level the flour.

'I'm surprised you got any, the way the boys inhaled them like they were going out of style.' (I've never understood this saying, but it seemed to fit so…) I said.

'With the boys, all the boys, you learn to grab before they can get to it. Anything edible isn't safe around them. Where did you learn to bake, Mrs. Walker?'

'She had a summer internship in a bakery in France.' I told her.

'I fell in love with the country, and the language but mostly with the cuisine. The French do everything with a passion. Including eat.' My mom said, nostalgically.

'Have you ever gone back? After your internship, I mean.' Britt asked. And Embry thought I asked a lot of questions.

'Yes. For our honeymoon. It was lovely.'

'How romantic, having your honeymoon in Paris. I'd love to have my honeymoon in Paris! The city of love and everything. But I doubt Damon would go for it. He'd love to go to Paris alright. Paris, Texas! Capital city of trucks everywhere!'

Whoa. She sounded like he had already proposed and she'd said yes. I never met anyone as serious about a guy at my age. She seems really sure, with absolutely no uncertainty.

'You're that serious with Damon? How long have you been dating?' I asked.

'Doesn't matter. We're forever. It's really just a matter of time before he proposes. I think the only reason he's waiting is we're still in high school.'

'Are you ready to be married? I mean, we're only seventeen! Even if I was crazy in love with a guy, I don't think I could do that. I've just started living and I'm supposed to commit to giving myself to this person for the rest of my life? I barely know who I am, how can I give myself away?' I said. Britt is really brave.

'You say that because you haven't been in love with a La Push boy, or not yet at least. When you do you'll realize I'm right. You can try and fight it, trust me we all did, but you can't fight true love. You'll see.'

'What do you mean?' I asked, confused. Who would I be in love with? I don't know any La Push guys except Damon and Emb… oh. I can't be in love with Embry! I barely know him! I was starting to protest but my mom interrupted.

'I'm sorry to intrude in your conversation, but are your parent's ok with you getting married so early?' my mom said, sort of shyly.

'They understand. They're both Quileute so they get the fact that as soon as we met and had that instant… thing, that it was basically over. Damon is the only guy I've ever loved and the only guy I'm ever going to love. That's it, really.'

'Well, all I know is that I'm not going to be that sure for a long, long time.' I said, honestly believing it.

'We'll see.' Britt said with a smirk on her face. I was about to argue more when the bell rang.

'Speak of the devil.' Britt said.

'Unless you know something I don't, that's not him.' I said walking toward the door. She didn't reply. I got to the door and sure enough it was him.

'Hey.' I said, stepping outside and closing the door. 'What are you doing here?'

'Is this a bad time?' he asked, looking worried.

'No, not at all. It's just… I'm surprised that's all. Is something wrong?' I asked.

'No, no I just… I wanted to know… well, I was wondering if you'd… I'm not saying this right.'

'What are you trying to say? Just spit it out, it can't be as bad as you think it is.'

'Will you go out with me tomorrow?' he said. It kind of came out all in a rush. I wasn't expecting this. I mean, I hoped for it, sure. But he always seemed to treat me like a really good friend. I guess I'm just used to guys being complete pigs around girls they like, that I couldn't notice a guy who was a gentleman. But I hadn't answered him!

'Of course! I'd love to. Um… should I dress up or down?'

'Down. I thought I'd keep it simple. Pick you up at 8.30?'

'Sure. See you then.' I said. I couldn't contain my smile.

'Bye.' He smiled back.

'Bye.' I said softly. He looked like he wanted to try something, but changed his mind and walked away. I was sort of disappointed.

I walked into the house in a daze. He actually asked me out. When I got into the kitchen, Britt was grinning at me.

'Let me guess, he asked you out.'

'How did you know? Did he tell Damon and then Damon told you?' I didn't really care; I just needed to talk about something trivial while my brain processed the fact that I was going on a date. I haven't been on a date since… well, I haven't been on a date in a long time. And not only any ordinary guy. Embry. It seemed fitting that he would be the first guy. It felt… right.

'No. but I do know something you don't. In fact, I know a lot that you don't. You haven't lived here that that long. And I've been through this before with Damon.'

'Embry and I are very different from you and Damon.' I said, frowning. She was bringing me out of my high.

'We'll see. Do you need some help, Mrs. Walker?'

'Yes, dear. Could you please…?' I stopped listening and when upstairs to think about what I would wear to my (sigh) date!

I was got to the stairs before I realized that I hadn't gotten permission.

'Mom. You don't mind, right? That I'm going on a date?' I called from the stairway.

'Not at all. I'm glad that you're finally going on one. We thought you were going to join a nunnery!'

I rolled my eyes at her then remembered she couldn't see me. Whatever. I'M GOING ON A DATE WITH EMBRY!

Their going on a day-ate! Their going on a day-ate! Embry wanted to ask her out sooner, but I thought it seemed desperate. I think that made him mad, because Muse has deserted me. I can't seem to concentrate enough to right a full chapter. This chapter took so long! –Nessa-