Drive
We haven't spoken since we left the restaurant.
We've been driving for over an hour.
I still don't know where we are going, but I can't bring myself to ask.
I mean, it's not like I'm in any danger; Kate's my cousin.
Although it probably would have been a good idea to bring my cell phone.
It probably would have been a good idea to stay at the restaurant.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
"Bella . . . do you want to talk about something?"
Do I?
I don't know.
Should I?
Probably.
"I just . . . ugh!" I scream, "He said we could do things my way, and then he goes off and buys us a house!"
"What -"
"I said that I would try! I didn't say that -"
"Bella -"
"- I was one hundred percent ready for this!"
"I'm guessing this is about Edward."
I nod at her with watery eyes.
"You and I aren't too close, so I can't say that I understand what's going on . . . but, Bella, I don't think that he bought a house with the intent of hurting you."
"I know he didn't."
"Then what's the problem?"
"That he doesn't understand why I would react negatively to that, when earlier today I told him that I didn't want to move out of my parents home."
She purses her lips, "I can see why you might be upset . . . but leaving your own party . . ."
"You are the one who's driving; you could have said no," I remind her with a glare.
"I'm not one to deny people on their birthday."
I huff. "Where are we going?"
"We are going to my place but I've got to stop for gas," she says.
I look around us.
We're in the middle of nowhere.
"And where do you plan on getting gas?"
"There's a small gas station in La Push; Garrett won't be happy that I'm on their land but . . . a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do," she shrugs.
A/N: I wonder what's going to be in La Push?
~ Madison ~