My silver Volvo zoomed across the tinted pavement. I pushed the gas pedal forward to pick up my speed after rounding a corner.
"Tell me again; Why can't we smoke in your car?" I groaned. Mike had been asking me that question all night.
"If there is one thing I'm going to do right, is take care of this care. It is-"
"Your baby. Yeah I know." He rolled his eyes. "You might as well make love to it."
"Plus if my parents smell cigarette smoke in the car, they will take it away from me." Mom and Dad had sat me down and given me damn lecture about how to treat my Volvo when they gave it to me a year ago. No food in it, no smoking in it, and definitely no sex in it.
I had to laugh at that one. I have never had sex or even come close to sex. I love how they assume that I am having sex. I could have spoken up and told them I wasn't but my personal life is none of there damn business.
"When has that ever stopped you Edward? So what they take away your car, its not like we can go many places around Forks."
"I'm not going to risk losing my car. I need a way out of here when I turn eighteen." Forks, Washington: A small town that is dull, and really boring. Always rainy and cold. Not some place I want to be for the rest of my life.
"Fuck it, Edward! Just one cigarette, it's not going to kill anything. We can always jack some of your sisters girly spray stuff to cover the smoke." He sure was determined to have a cigarette in my Volvo.
My little sister, albeit she is ten, she is not stupid. She would know that I had taken something of hers. She would know I was planning on taking something before I even take it. She is just weird like that.
I was getting ready to counter Mike's argument when my cell phone rang. I reached over into the cup holder to grab my cell phone while keeping my eyes on the road. I looked at the caller ID and groaned.
"It's my mom," I hit the talk button and answered her with annoyance evident in my voice. "Hello, mother."
"Edward, were are those eggs? You were supposed to be home ten minutes ago!" She screeched at me.
"Relax mother, I'm on my way home as we speak. There was a long line at the grocery store." I lied.
"I don't know if I believe you Edward!" She spat.
"Oh well. I would have been home ten minutes ago but there was a long fucking line!" I lied again.
"Don't you speak to me in that tone young man!" Her voice was stern and I could only imagine that she was on the verge of yelling but she wouldn't. She can't get too stressed because she is pregnant.
"Whatever," I mumbled.
"Hurry up and get home now. I need those eggs to make dinner," She seemed really desperate. Must not be use to not getting what she wants when she wants it.
"You can always make something else if you don't have eggs Mom."
I heard her huff into the phone. I knew my words just had to jab her. My mom is such a fucking perfectionist that is makes her crazy. She plans the entirety of her day before the sun even comes up.
"The baby and I want eggs. Can't you understand that?" Her voice turned soft.
"No, I can't understand that because I'm not woman!" I ended the call before she could say another word to me.
I was seven when my Mom got pregnant with my little sister, Alice, and during that pregnancy she had my father and I catering to every whim. Well that shit is not going to fly this time around. She shouldn't be getting special treatment just because she is pregnant.
"I swear she is always looking for reasons to piss me off!" I slammed my phone back into the cup holder.
"Dude, all Mother's do that," Mike spoke as if that was the most normal thing in the world.
"Well I'm seventeen years old, I want a fucking break." I could feel the anger rising inside of me and it was on the verge of sparking full force.
"You know what, I'm not going home. If she wants eggs so bad she can get them herself." Without thinking I abruptly hit the brake pedal to slow my speed and did a u-turn in the middle of the road.
"Hey, Mike? Do you think we could find some use for these eggs?"
"Edward, I know you have been listening on this conversation. No need to hide anymore, please come out here." My mother called out to me. How did she know I was listening?
Who the hell does Carlisle think he is? Getting me a job at the hospital. I'm not even a doctor! At least my parents stopped them from pressing charges. Jail was the last place I wanted to be right now.
I hopped off the steps and lazily walked over to two couples with a rigid expression on my face.
"I'm not going to do work at the hospital. Not happening." I folded my arms across my chest hoping to look serious.
Carlisle took a step forward seeming ready to argue with me but stopped when the pager that hung at his waist started beeping. He grabbed it and examined it for a few mere seconds then he finally spoke.
"I have to call the hospital," He hooked his pager back to his waist. "Excuse me." He turned away from all of us and walked down the hallway.
Good riddance. I don't need the peace keeper to help sway my parents anymore.
"I'm not doing hospital work. I can't do hospital work; I'm not even a doctor." I told the three remaining adults as they stared me down.
"You don't have to be a Doctor to work at a hospital," Esme told me. "You do what they call "Volunteer" work. Help escort patients to hospital rooms, take patients their medication, and clean things. I know you can do those things."
"But-" I tried to argue.
"No but, Edward." This time it was my Mom who was speaking, and then my father followed. I swear they're attacking me.
"You should feel lucky that Esme and Carlisle - who are your godparents - are not pressing charges. You're going to do the hospital work. You don't have a choice."
I rolled my eyes. I guess they forgot about free will and freedom of choice.
"I will do something wrong, we all know it so why bother?" I questioned them, frustrating them even more.
Carlisle walked back into the room looking panicked. Esme quickly addressed him.
"Everything okay, dear?"
"No. Charlie and Renee brought Bella in. She keeps getting sick." He sounded so sad as he sad that. I did not think the peace keeper could be sad.
"Oh, no." Esme brought her hand up covering her mouth in shock. "That poor girl." Esme was also sounding sad.
That had me wondering. Who is Bella?
I will be honest. I don't like OOC Edward but he will change his ways.
Yeah I know that is another short chapter but they will get longer.