Private
"Did you miss me?" Masen inquires as he slides into the seat next to me.
I roll my eyes to look over at him, "Terribly," I say flatly.
"Lauren," he says reluctantly.
"Don't make the mistake of thinking that I'm going to be nice to you just because you're Bella's mate. I still hate you," Lauren informs him snidely.
I laugh.
You've gotta love Lauren.
"Lovely," he spits before turning to Angela and smiling, "Angela."
She nods back at him in greeting.
Silence sweeps the table for a moment.
"So . . . will you two be joining us for Bella's birthday dinner?" Masen asks, forcing a conversation.
The way he says it makes it sound like he's a host of my party.
I don't like it.
"Yes," Angela says when Lauren, who is clearly ignoring Masen, doesn't respond.
Silence again.
"Bella, do you think that maybe we could move to another table?" Masen asks.
I furrow my brows at him, "That's rude."
He quickly turns to Angela, "No offense, Angela; I just wanted to speak with Bella privately. Surely you understand . . ."
Unfortunately she does, because she nods her head, "Go right ahead."
I glare at her before glaring at him, "Don't let me hold you back."
"With you," he insists, standing and holding his hand out to me.
I ignore him, "Hey, that table over there is calling your name," I say, pointing to the filthiest table in the cafeteria.
"Bella."
"Hm?"
"You will join me in sitting at another table."
And damn me to hell, because my legs move to follow him.
A/N: Sorry guys; I ended up extending my vacation.
I'm back now, though :)
Never forget to review!
~ Madison ~