Usual disclaimer applies.
March, 2012
~47~
The rest of the week slips by like the early morning fog. What I had said to my dad about the mid-semester workload being intense was no lie and striving to maintain the highest average in my graduating class? Yeah, it doesn't leave too much time for anything besides school work.
Not that I have a social life anyway.
Besides at lunch or during class I hardly talk to Angela or Ben. My thoughts are just so consumed with everything, all of the memories, the clues, the facts. They swirl around and around, like a disjointed movie that refuses to stop.
And I avoid everyone else at all costs, including Sam, Jasper, and Edward. I have no idea yet what I want to say to any of them, and I don't want to make a mistake by saying the wrong thing. And although I have to see and talk with Jasper during history class, I manage to keep the conversation safely on the history project topic.
Edward? Well…
Trying to reconcile what Jasper described Edward to be like this past year with the Edward I have seen? Yup, it's difficult. And I really don't want to think about why Edward was upset after Jessica's party. I can't think about that yet. So for now, I know it won't be difficult to avoid him; I have managed to do just that all year.
So when I leave the school doors on Friday, I am thoroughly ready for my weekend, hopefully free of drama.
~SW~
Saturday morning sees Dad trying to convince me to come with him to La Push.
Sorry Dad, but your best friend's son, Jacob, was the guy Alice was cheating on Jasper with, and I haven't seen him since finding out that little nugget of information, and I don't particularly want to.
Um, no.
I don't think Dad would enjoy hearing that.
Instead I give him a different truth.
"Sorry Dad, but I think it would be more beneficial for me to remain here. You know, with my homework and all."
He nods, and I breathe a sigh.
My relationship with him has been a bit strained these last few days. It's almost as if Dad is tip-toeing around me, being careful not to bother me, and to tell the truth, acting like I am emotionally unstable. And while I appreciate him trying to make supper for a change, spaghetti that is cooked into one large clump is not something I particularly like to eat.
So having the house to myself on Saturday and presumably Sunday will be a welcome change, albeit somewhat lonely.
But I guess that's something I am used to.
A/N: Yes, a bit of a transition chapter. Keep up with the theories for what is going on in this crazy little town! Love to hear them. And I know some of you are worrying about me making a certain thing true for Bella and Edward *cough cough* but let's just say not everything is as it seems, mkay? ;)