March
"Are you sure this is such a good idea, Leah?" Emily frowned at me over her giant bowl of ice cream.
"What? You eating all that Rocky Road? Probably not. Your ass is going to be huge by prom."
She wrinkled her nose, but set her spoon down. "When did you turn into such a raging bitch?"
"Oh, I'd say about the third grade," I grinned.
"I meant you and that Cullen kid. What do you have in common anyways?"
What did Edward and I have in common? Well, he was incredibly smart, had plenty of money, and awful taste in music. He drove me fucking crazy and sometimes I hated the sound of his voice but that only lasted for about five seconds before I came to my senses.
"We like each other." I shrugged, pulling the rest of her ice cream toward me.
"What about Jake?"
"What about him?"
"I heard he's pretty messed up about it. Thought you were the love of his life or something."
I scoffed. "Really? Because I saw him at the movies sucking face with some redhead…"
"Oh. Well, never mind then."
"Edward's really sweet. Besides, we just like hanging out. He's going to MIT in the fall and I'll be in California, and that will be the last of it."
"You don't want that to be the last of it, do you?"
"What? Em, don't be ridiculous," I muttered with an empty feeling in my stomach. "It's just high school."
She dropped the subject after that, but I was pretty sure we both knew it wasn't "just high school". Not for me, at least.