Emily's Nightmare30
Monday morning came, and we made our way to school. As usual we had to take two cars; they no longer just fight in Edward's Volvo thanks to me. We bade Esme a good-bye and rushed to the car, fighting on who would get shot-gun and who would be driver. Like always, I lost. That was okay with me today though, I had other things to think about. Since those things were to be kept away from Edward, I rode with Rosalie, Alice and Emmett. Emmett was up front with Rosalie, who was driving, radio suffering.
"Pick something already!" Alice cried after he had passed the song Apologize by OneRepublic. I took care of it by freezing it there.
"Hey," Emmett protested.
"You better not have fried my radio," Rosalie warned, not even bothering to look back.
"I would never," I said trying to sound offended. Alice giggled next to me, making Rosalie roll her eyes. We were all still happy from yesterday. I think that we need more like them, laughing and hanging out together as a family. Usually they were busy making out with each other now that I was old enough to entertain myself. Today I was still thinking of the kiss or kisses I had with Matthew last night. The thought still made me feel all warm and fuzzy, another reason I hadn't ridden with Jasper or Edward. Then I started to threat about today. Would he talk to me, or would we go back to ignoring each other like we had the last two years. While I threat over this, my siblings discussed the matter of something that probably didn't apply to me.
"Can you find a ride home?" Rosalie asked me, turning around. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"You want some random person to take me home, to our house?" I asked her, making sure I heard her right.
"No, could you go home with someone and wait with them till someone goes and picks you up?" she said, refaceing her words. Ah. That was more likely to be said. No one except us and the werewolves knew where we lived and we liked it that way. I shrugged.
"I could probably ask someone, but I can't promise anything," I told her. Alice shook her head.
"Ask Rebecca, she'll say yes," she told.
"Is that a guess or a prediction?" I asked her. She looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "It's a prediction," she nodded. I sighed. "Why do I need to ask her anyway, where will you people be that I won't?" I asked them. There was a silence; it was another one of those 'private' meetings. "Argh!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in disbelief. "Fine, don't tell me," I said crossly, crossing my arms over my chest. I stayed mad them whole time and to prove my point the radio station switched and stayed on very loud and annoying country music. It irritated so much that Emmett actually came close to smashing the radio, till Rosalie growled at him in warning. We got to school and Rosalie turned the engine off, followed by sighs of relief now that the radio was off. I smirked and hopped out of the car.
I was on my way to find Matthew, when Alice stopped me, a sympathic look on her face. "You know we don't mean to leave you out," she said. Sometimes I swear she's the mind reader. I sighed and nodded, it still didn't make me feel any better though. "Oh, and act sad, don't rebel," she said out of nowhere. I looked at her oddly, but she didn't say anything, instead she skipped away into Jasper's hold. She leaves me confused.
I made my way through the student body that was outside, waiting for the school doors to open and the day to begin. I passed by the group of Matthew's friends, but he wasn't there. Sighing I went to go and sit on a bench, away from everyone. "Follow me," a voice sounding a lot like Matthew's said behind me. I got up and walked through the trees that were there, leading into the school's vegetable garden. Before I could round the corner of the building, he grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to him. His lips were on mine instantly as gently pushed me back to the cold wall. He pulled back for the breathe of air that I didn't need and smiled, his eyes looking mischievous. "I've been waiting for you," he whispered in my ear. I pulled him back and kissed him again.
"I've been looking for you," I told him. So he wasn't going to ignore me. Now that I wasn't staring into his eyes, I looked at him. He was wearing his favorite gray Dartmouth sweatshirt over his school uniform. "Do you wear that sweatshirt everyday?" I asked him. He nodded. I looked at his wrist watched and sighed. "We better get to class," I told him, sliding out of his grasp. He sighed too and nodded. I left first, going through the way I had come. Matthew left through a different way. We'd agreed not to tell anyone we were together, especially after what had happened on Saturday.
I caught up with Rebecca and Maggie on my way into the building. "You have a leaf in your hair," Maggie pointed out. I reached up to my head and pulled the leaf out.
"Where were you?" Rebecca asked, she obviously knew something.
"In the trees looking for my pencil. I dropped it when I was passing by this morning and dropped it, so I had to go looking for it," I told her while I mentally smacked myself for making up such a lame lie. Rebecca shrugged and dropped it, Maggie looked at me funny. "What, it was my favorite pencil," I told her. She gave a look that said sure-it-is. She ran up to catch up with April who was having trouble avoiding people. I turned around and looked up at Rebecca. "Hey, could I come over?" I asked her. She nodded.
"They're doing something without you, aren't they?" she asked me. She was referring to my siblings. I nodded. I told Rebecca a lot of things, things that I didn't even tell Liana or my family. I knew I could trust her, she was my secret-keeper after all. Sometimes I got the erge to tell her about the true me and my family. Of course I always stopped myself, or Edward did, from doing so. "Are you with Matthew?" she asked me quietly. I looked at her, we were the same height so it wasn't hard to look at her directly. "I saw him go into the trees, then I saw you go in after him," she said innocently, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure no one else didn't," she said reassuringly. I was about to tell her the truth when Allie Newman 'accidently' bumped in to me, making me drop my bag. I leaned down to get it and almost made my way to do something to here, but I got held back by Bella and Rebecca.
"Let me just push into something, like the drinking fountain or someone's locker," I said through my teeth, trying to wiggle out of Bella's strong grasp and Rebecca's hold on my wrist.
"No, you know violence isn't the answer," Bella said in my ear. I ignored her.
"We're playing dodge ball in P.E. today, get her then," Rebecca whispered in my ear. I stopped struggling. I'm pretty sure Bella heard, but she acted as though her violence speech actually worked.
"I'll see you two later," Bella said happily, walking to catch up with Edward, who was being flirted on by some sophomore. She walked up next to him and kissed his check. He moved his arm around her waist, her hand entangling in his hair. We saw the girl's face drope, and said good-bye. We laughed.
"Your sister is weird. First she's all like 'violence isn't the answer', then she goes off and claims her territory," Rebecca said as we continued walking.
"I know, she's a genius," I told her. She agreed. We walked up to our lockers and turned the dials. Matthew was there, his soccer friends around him. He caught my eye and winked, no one noticing. I giggled. Rebecca raised her eyebrow –was I getting a lot of that lately? - and suppressed a smile. "What?" I asked her innocently. She rolled her eyes and we walked to class.
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PE was fun. I got to beat Allie up with hard rubber balls that I threw at five miles an hour. Normally that wasn't very fast, but in the small space between us, those balls hit hard. Even after I had hit her once and gotten her out, I made it my mission to continue doing so till she got to the out bench. Even then I "accidently" hit one her way.
Everyone around me seemed to be talking about what happened on Saturday, but I ignored it, letting it slid of me like oil. Sticks and stones, right?
I meet up with Matthew at lunch or actually at my locker before lunch. "Hey, any fun?" he asked as I placed my books in the locker.
"Yeah, I pummeled Allie Newman in PE, dodge ball was the game," I told him. He groaned.
"I wish I could have been there," he complained.
"Don't worry, I hit enough for both of us," I told him. It cheered him up a bit.
-Matthew's Pov-
As usual it was crowded and noisy, but today it wasn't as loud as normal. High school was on a field trip. The only ones there where the ones that hadn't planned on going to the lake. I walked into the room with Emily, and we both walked to the extensively long lunch line that was once more packed with the oblivious teens. Didn't they ever wonder if we existed? I chuckled at the thought, no they probably didn't.
"What's so funny?" Emily asked as she grabbed the yogurt she wouldn't eat.
"Nothing really. Hey, I don't see your siblings," I said, changing the subject. It was true, normally the Cullen's were easily noticed, away and prefect from anyone else.
"They're ditching the rest of the day. Something I'm not included in," she said, pouting. She was cute when she pouted.
"Any idea what it's about?" I asked her. Emily shrugged and paid for her food. I paid too and looked down at what I'd picked.
"I don't remember grabbing this," I said while holding up the strawberry yogurt.
"You didn't. I did. You need to eat more yogurt," she laughed as she headed off to join her friends.
"Yes mother," I growled, knowing well she would be able to hear me.
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-No Pov-
"Hey," Matthew said as he slid into his chair.
"Hey," the guys around his table greeted. Matthew picked up his spoon when he noticed the unusual silence. "What?" he asked, dropping his spoon back onto the Styrofoam tray.
"Dude, what's up with you and the mini Cullen girl?" asked the red curled haired guy, Carter.
"Emily," he said, correcting him. Carter just shrugged.
"Yeah, seriously, what's up? You used to not be able to stand being even in the same room with her and now your talking and making her laugh?" asked Marco, the black haired kid with curious brown eyes; also Matthew's best mate. Matthew sighed.
"Look guys, nothing's going on we just get along now," he said, as casual as if talking about the math homework. There were a lot of unbelievable sures. "Me and Emily have as much as something going on as Marco has the courage to ask Liana out to the fall dance," he added, wanting to change the subject. That got a lot of laughs from the group and everyone dropped the subject and started talking about something else. Matthew wasn't listening; he was staring at Emily, when he noticed Allie Newman and her groupies coming her way. Marco must have been watching too, because he whispered in Matthew's ear.
"Trouble."
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Emily saw here coming too, but she chose to ignore her presence and continue on talking to Maggie. Next thing she knew, she was covered with the contents of Allie's plate, sloppy Joe and red Jell-O. She heard everyone gasp, but she distinctly heard the stifled laugh that was emitted from Allie. "Opps, sorry," Allie sneered. To make it all worse she picked up some of the Joe that was on her head and smeared it across her white uniform shirt. "My fault," she snickered. Emily brushed the food away, trying to control her anger that was raging to explode.
Normally, Emily would have gotten up and dumped her food onto Allie's head. She would have said, "Opps, sorry. My fault," she would have picked her drink and asked, "Are you thirsty?" while dumping its contents on her head.
Instead, she remembered what Alice had said to her out of the car. So instead of going with her usual plan, she acted upset and teary. She just moved across her and ran out the cafeteria doors, hand covering her face, sobs rising from her chest. There was a moment of silence before people broke out in reproachful whispers. Emily's friends stood from the table, giving Emily the worst looks they could conjure. Liana actually tried to go beat her up, only to be held back and dragged away by Victoria and Maggie.
A couple of tables away, Matthew had gotten up from his table, instinctively. Nobody stopped him from leaving and he made his way to Allie. He stopped in front of her momentarily. "So Matthew," she flirted. Matthew looked at her with disgust.
"Get a life Alyson Newman," he said and pushed by her. She flinched and watched him go through the swinging doors, trying to figure out what had happened. Everyone stared at her, a mix of emotions surrounding the 8th grade student body. The bell rand and students got up, their trays clanking with the clutter of trash and headed out the door, making sure not to make any contact with Allie Newman.
-Meanwhile-
Matthew came to a stop as he reached the girl's restroom. Emily's friends were already there, trying to persuade Emily to unlock the door. "Hey, is she okay?" he asked. Rebecca, who was at least three inches shorter than him, looked up at him, her eyes in their dreamy state.
"We don't know. As you can see, she isn't letting us in," she said normally. Maggie was banging on the door.
"Come on Em, let us in," she said, sounding tired of saying it.
"Go away," Emily responded from the other side of the door, her voice dry and rough from crying.
"Don't be like that Emi, let us help," Victoria said sweetly.
"No." Sighing, the five decided to leave her alone a while, let her come to her senses.
"Should we go get someone?" April whispered. Victoria snorted; she didn't enjoy the adult-authority thing.
"Yeah, like who?" she asked sarcastically.
"I don't know, one of her brothers? Or her sisters?" she said nervously. April was some what nervous around the Cullen's, well except for Emily.
"I like the idea, but I didn't see them, did you?" Maggie asked, a wee bit annoyed. Everybody shook their head.
"Um, she said something about them ditching the rest of school," Matthew said, unsure. They turned around, looking surprised, they'd forgotten about him. Liana glared at him.
"Matthew James Cunning," she said while poking him in the chest with every word. She had to stand on her tippy toes to do so. "I hope you know this is all your fault!" Matthew looked at her outstanded and rubbed his chest, she was a lot stronger than she looked.
"My fault, how is this my fault?" he asked.
"If it wasn't for you following her everywhere, then Allie Newman wouldn't have started anything in the first place!" she said harshly.
"Stop fighting!" Maggie yelled her words still echoing as the bell rang. "I'm going to see if I can find her sibs or at least call them. Emily must keep their numbers in her locker or on her computer. So, now we need to someone to go tell the teachers we're going to be late."
"We'll go tell the teachs, won't we Liana?" Victoria asked while dragging Liana away and giving Matthew a wink.
"April, want to come help me break into Emily's locker?" Maggie said cheerfully. April nodded enthusiastically and they both left, leaving Rebecca and Matthew alone. Matthew turned to look at Rebecca, who was staring at him genuinely.
"What?" Matthew asked. Rebecca shrugged and looked down the hall.
"You and I both know that it's going to be you who gets Emily to open the door."
"We do?" Matthew asked, obviously confused. Rebecca turned to look at him and nodded.
"Something tells me that you know something that we don't, hence forth, making you closer to her than we will ever be," she said simply. Matthew looked at her, trying to see if she really knew.
"What gives you that idea?" he asked. Rebecca laughed, taking Matthew by surprise.
"Let's just say that I know more than you think I know. Good luck," with that she turned and walked down the hall. iThat girl is so preministic. I hope what she know is wrong, /i Matthew thought. Making sure she wasn't going to walk back, he went up to the door and tapped lightly on it.
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-Emily's Pov-
"Hey Emily, it's me Matthew," I heard him whisper.
"Are you alone?" I asked him, holding back a giggle. I heard him sigh.
"Yeah," I walked over and unlocked the door. I held it open and reluctantly walked in. I locked the door back up.
"I thought vampires couldn't cry," he said. I walked over to the sink and continued pick out food from my hair.
"They can't, I mean we can't."
"Then how'd you managed to do that?"
"Years of practice. I used to fool everyone when I'd pretend cry. It was hilarious," I said, remembering. There was a silence and Matthew moved up from behind.
"You missed one," he said and pulled out more food from my hair.
"Thanks," I whispered. Darn him. His touches always made me melt. He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head on my shoulder. He began to sway, making me laugh.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" he whispered in my ear. I placed my hands on his, swaying with him.
"Even with food in my hair?" I teased. He turned me around and I looked up at him.
"Always." His lips were on mine instantly. He pulled me closer and deepened out kiss, his hands never leaving my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers entangling themselves in his brown locks. It seemed odd to me that even though it had been a day after our first kiss, that we were so passionate with each other. I knew it was possible to be in love so deeply with someone, look at my family, but not normally in a day.
Somewhere inside me told me that I had to stop, I was still at school anyway, but the rest didn't want to. He beat me to it though. Gently he pulled back and finished the kiss with a peck. I sighed unenthusiastically and he smiled his cocky grin, our arms still around each other. I didn't want to let go. Whenever he held me, I felt protected and happy. I mean, I'd felt that before when my brothers of dad would hold me, but this was different. I couldn't explain it, but it made me feel wanted and loved in a way my family couldn't.
The illusion was broken when the five minute late bell rung. Reluctantly I let my hands fall from his neck, but he didn't let go. "Hey, we can't get to class if you have your arms around me," I told him.
"Yeah I can," he said. He moved to my right and wrapped his left arm around my waist prtectivly. I'd seen it before, in all of my siblings. Basically it said 'She's Mine,' and I didn't care. He raised his eyebrows, challenging me. I giggled and looked down at my shirt. I grimaced. Alice wasn't going to be happy, this was my fourth ruined whit shirt in less than a week, this one the color orange. Matthew noticed and smiled. "Come on," he pulled me out the bathroom a bit too enthustiaclly. He took me to his locker, letting me go. He spun the dial and the lock clicked in return. "Here, you can have this," he said, handing me a sweatshirt. I took it and gave it a look. It was his gray Dartmouth one, the one he'd worn earlier.
"Are you sure?" I asked knowing how he treasured it. It'd been a gift from Steve when he was out school hunting three years ago.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want anyone else to have it," he said confidently. I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks." I put it on, it felt so warm and comfortable and it smelled like him, sweet and piney. I'd gotten over the werewolf smell, it had never been so strong for me as my family smelled it, but it still was uncomfortable. Now, after two years of having to sit next to him, I was practically immune. "How do I look?" I asked him, posing. He took a step back and looked me over.
"Perfect," he smiled. He closed his locker and held out a hand. "Would my lady allow me to escort her to her next class?" he asked with a fake colonial accent. I placed my hand gently on his.
"I'd be honored," I said, fighting back a laugh. He smiled and pulled me closer to him. "People are going to think we're together you know," I told him as we walked down the hall hand-in-hand. "You ready for that?"
"I've been ready. You?" I thought about it, but really what was there to think about?
"Yeah, I'm ready."