Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they all belong to Ms. Stephanie Meyer.
This boy was driving me crazy. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, I wasn't sure. I had yet to tell my parents about him due to the fact that I wasn't sure if I was ready to hear mom start making wedding plans for someone I wasn't even friends with yet.
We had casual discussions before class, but other than that I never really spoke to him. He seemed to be everywhere and no where at the same time and that both frightened and excited me at the same time.
It wasn't long though before he decided he wanted to take our relationship to the next level. "Would you like to sit with me and my family at lunch?" he asked one day after class. The question caught me off guard and frightened me a little bit. I barely knew this guy and he already wanted me to meet his family?
"You know I actually had plans to go to lunch with my parents today. Maybe another time?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't actually take me up on the offer.
"Yeah, another time." He smiled at me before walking out of the classroom, leaving me alone yet again.
It was times like this when I missed my home back in New York. I had more than enough friends there and didn't have to lie to a boy because he wanted me to meet his family. Somehow as I thought about the statement more it made me a little upset. I was perfectly good enough to bring home to the family. Wasn't I?
Mom almost shattered glass when I told her about my day, clearly getting way more excited about the topic of Emmett than I was. "This is great honey, you're making friends," she practically squealed.
"I'm not making friends, mom. He's just a boy that I talk to in Chemistry, that's all." Mom just nodded in response, giving me a face that said 'I know that's not all, but okay.'
We ate Chinese that night curled up on the couch watching some Spanish horror film that mom was all to in love with. I had no idea what was going on, but I didn't dare ask mom. When it was over I cleaned up our mess then made my way to my room, closing my door behind me.
Since it was still early I decided to crawl into bed with my favorite book, Worthington Heights. Mom had bought me plenty of other books, but I didn't touch them for the fear that they wouldn't live up to my expectations.
Lately nothing seemed to live up to my expectations. The only stable person in my life was my mom and sometime she wasn't even there when I needed her. Well I didn't really need her, but I wanted her. I wanted her to be there and ask how my day was, even though I always hated the question. More than I realized it I liked the little things like that, but for some reason I could never get them. They were always so far out of reach, yet so close.
It wasn't until I walked into the cafiteria one day and saw Emmett and a bunch of other georgous people sitting at my table that I decided to talk to him outside of class. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Eating lunch," he replied with a grin that could instantly make any girl swoon. Any girl except me that was.
"Well you'll have to eat somewhere else because this is my table."
"Technically, it's the schools table." It wasn't three minutes into the conversation and he already had me frustrated.
"Just move," I begged.
"Why do you want me to move so bad? Am I that unlikeable?" he asked.
"At the moment, yes, you are." I crossed my arms across my chest as I stared down at him, hoping it I gave him the evil eye long enough that he would just give in and move. Sadly enough though he just stared right back at me, refusing to budge. With an asperated sigh I finally took a seat next to him, glaring down at the table in defeat.
"Now that you're quoperating, this is Edward, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper," he told me, pointing out each person as he introduced them. I just smiled in return, offering them a slight wave of my hand.
I was in no mood to meet anyone new people at the moment, or ever for that fact.
Lunch wasn't actually as bad as I thought it would be and after I finally got out of my bad mood I began to realize that I liked Emmett's family. They seemed close and better yet they seemed easy to get along with, which was something I could use right now.
I slowly let myself get into the conversation and let the world fade away for just a moment. If I didn't watch myself I might end up actually liking these people who, like me, seemed to be considered outcast to everyone else.