Yes sir! I posted another chapter! I got a ton of story subscrips today, so this is my way (besides thanking everyone individually) of saying THANK YOU!
Hehe. Look at the quote below. I made a historical joke by using a quote from Winston Churchill last chapter and one from Adolf Hitler this chapter. Freak, I need a real life. One that does not involve being a total and utter history geek.
"Make the lie big, make it simple, keep saying it, and eventually they will believe it." – Adolf Hitler
I chucked my truck keys onto the table by the door. Damn, I was already tired of this routine. Go to school, go to work, make supper, do homework, be with friends... It was enough to drive a girl crazy.
I turned the oven on. The parents would have to deal with chicken strips and fries for tonight. And possibly every other night during the school year.
I grabbed my backpack and ran upstairs to put it away, and changed into my favourite sweats. Before I knew it, Renee was waltzing through the door.
I put the chicken strips and fries into the oven before sliding up onto the counter to hear about Renee's day at the diner. She was a waitress, probably the oldest one in Forks, sadly enough.
"Hey, baby," Renee cooed as she plopped down on a chair. "Whatcha makin'?"
"Chicken strips and fries," I drawled, pulling my long, wavy hair into a messy ponytail. "Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Renee assured me with a smile. "I have to make a few phone calls and get out of this horrible uniform. I'll be back in a flash."
I nodded, trying not to grimace. I wasn't as stupid as Renee made me out to be. I knew she flirted with Phil, Emmett's baseball coach, on the phone practically every night. She said that they were just friends, but I had the feeling that it went beyond that.
I grabbed my iPod and turned it up, trying to drown out reality.
I pulled the chicken strips and fried out before Renee was off the phone. I was eating by myself when Charlie slammed the front door. Yep, he was grouchy.
I slowly chewed on my ranch-covered chicken strip as Charlie walked into the kitchen with a scowl on his face. He roughly filled up his plate and threw it onto the table before sitting down and digging in.
"So, Cullen came in today?" I asked timidly, moving my remaining four fries around my plate.
Charlie nodded as he chewed. He swallowed and then the rant began.
"I don't know who that son of a bitch thinks he is. He just shoved his way through the station to my office and then slammed the door like he owned the place." Charlie ate a fry. "Then he started screaming at me like I was the one at fault. He obviously doesn't know that his son is a cocky little bastard."
"Amen," I murmured while dipping a fry in my pile of ketchup.
Charlie shook his head before continuing. "The Cullen's have always been like that, Bells, don't ever forget that. The only look out for number one. They think they're right and that they deserve only the best. I can't understand how anyone could ever handle how anyone could handle being with a Cullen, let alone loving one. That Esme must have been drugged before she got married. That or she's too dumb to realize that her husband is an insolent ass."
I felt like saying "Are you done?", but I knew that would bring on another long and pointless rant. Don't get me wrong, I hate the Cullen's with an all-consuming fiery passion, but I didn't need to be reminded of how idiotic and selfish they were. I had to deal with that practically every day with Edward.
Charlie became more interested in his food finally. I got up and quickly washed all the dishes.
"Where's your mom?" Charlie asked as I was about to leave the room.
"Phone," I muttered. Dad couldn't keep the grimace off his face. He knew as well as I did what Renee did on the phone. They fought about it regularly.
I climbed the stairs to my room and quietly shut the door. I didn't know whether to phone Alice or start reading another novel.
I finally decided that I should phone Alice. She was my best friend and I owed her. After all, I wasn't a very good friend during the summer.
I dialled Alice's number on my cell phone and pressed talk.
"Bella?" Alice answered after the third ring.
"Hey, Alice," I greeted, flopping stomach down on my bed. "What's up?"
"I'm on eBay right now," she replied. "What about you? How'd the rant go?"
I rolled my eyes. "I hate to admit this, but I'm so sick of Charlie telling me how horrible the Cullen's are. I mean, I get it! He doesn't need to remind me every frickin' day, I get enough of a reminder from Edward Cullen himself."
Alice sighed. "I still can't believe you have to sit with Cullen during Biology! That's, like, torture!"
I know," I groaned, rolling onto my back. "I don't know how I'm going to deal with this until January."
"Make Biology hell for Cullen, maybe he'll drop it," Alice suggested.
"Can't," I muttered. "Cullen already whined about it to Mister Banner. He said that this was a part of our punishment."
"Damn," Alice mumbled. "Well, we could still make Cullen's life a living hell."
"True," I agreed. "You didn't talk to Emmett, did you? Cullen's pulling a prank on me soon, and apparently it'll 'destroy me'."
"No," Alice answered. "My phone's already taken away. That Missus O'Brian is like a hawk when it comes to cells. I pulled mine out of my pocket to put it in my backpack and she took it."
"Brutal," I murmured. "I'm glad I have Coach Clapp for Gym this year."
"So anything in mind for Cullen?" Alice asked abruptly.
"Mmm, no," I replied slowly. "I'm sort out waiting for his prank first. I want to out-do him. I got a lot of anger to take out, and he's the perfect specimen to let it all out on."
"Definitely," Alice agreed. Alice's mom was yelling in the background. "Gotta go. Maybe you should text Em. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? We still have a lot of catching up to do."
"Okay, bye, Alice," I sighed. I flipped my phone shut before opening it again to text Emmett.
Hey, pal. Did u talk 2 Cullen 2day? Any news on his prank? Text me asap. :B:
I shut my phone again. A yawn escaped my throat. I was really tired now that I thought about it. I looked at my clock. It was only eight o'clock, but I was definitely ready to crash.
I got up, flipped the lights off, took off my glass, and crawled between the sheets. I deserved a nice, long sleep.
Emmett texted me twenty minutes after I fell asleep.
Tlked 2 him. Wldnt spill fck all. Sry, bells. :Em:
I sighed and turned over, falling asleep and dreaming up a thousand ways Edward could 'destroy me'.
So, I've caught up on my social life. Talked to my bestest friends, had a few drinks, and went to a birthday party. Now I only have school work to catch up on. :) That'll be hell. Anyway, I'll most likely post another chapter tomorrow, because I'm just so fricken sweet like that.
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