Chapter 4

I got into my stickshift Mini and drove away. My mind was swimming with memories of Aro trying to kill me. It was never gonna happen.

Then my phone rang. Ugh. "Hello?" the voice on the other line said.
"Ugh. HI. Who is it?" I answered, bored and tired.
"Ummmm. Emmett –"
"EMMETT! Who the frickin hell is EMMETT? And HOW the freaking hell did frickin EMMETT get my freaking number?" I screamed, secretly proud that I alternated frickin and freaking. "Well, you dropped you card in the clearing and Jasper wanted to talk to you."
"Fine. See you in three ye- hours." I'm on my way to Rome. The upside of being a kajillion years old is that you become rich, legally or other wise.

Then my phone rung again –When you see my face hope it gives you hell- Why am I suddenly so popular? "I am sorry about trying to kill you earlier on today and we have decided to take you up on your off-"
"You can take your offer and sick it where the sun don't shine. I refuse to even think about you. You suck." I slapped my phone closed and focused on getting to the airport.