A/N: Thanks to Sherry & Tiffany
Time for your big girl panties!
Chapter 28
"Have fun," Jasper called out to me as he pulled away. I waved him off before crossing the road. My stomach was still doing somersaults, but I knew I would be fine once I was with Edward. I just had to get to him first.
As I approached the restaurant I heard the sound of a woman's laughter, which made me to glance at the gated outdoor area. That was when I saw Edward sitting at a table with some blonde. They both looked deep in conversation. She had her hand on his arm as she stared up, hanging on his every word. Something about it was familiar, all too familiar.
Images of Jacob and my best friend Angela flashed before me. Jacob had been my boyfriend. He was my lifeline in the weeks after my parent's death. It wasn't until about a month after their death that I caught him in bed with Angela. I had never wanted to see it at the time, but suddenly the way she giggled at him and touched him started to make sense. It turned out he had planned to breakup with me, but then my parents had died and he hadn't wanted to send me over the edge. So, he had kept me around. Why? Because he felt sorry for me.
We got into a huge argument that night and he stormed off pissed. He got into a accident on his motorcycle, and that crash killed him. Angela blamed me for his death, as did many of our friends. I guess that was when I started to really lose my shit. There are only so many deaths one person can handle and I was over my limit.
I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present. I saw the blonde twirling hair around her finger, giving Edward googly eyes. I knew then that I couldn't do this. I couldn't go through this again. I had let him break down my walls, change me, and for what? Was this all a joke to him? Was I the joke or was he just giving me attention because he felt sorry for me?
I turned on my heels and started walking, tears blinding my eyes as I went. I didn't know where I was going and to be honest, I didn't really care. All I wanted was to get away from here.
I must have walked for miles. I wasn't really sure. All I knew was the heels on my shoes were starting to wear.
I was vaguely aware of the sound of my cell ringing, but I didn't make any attempts to look at it or answer. I didn't feel as if I was capable of anything other than walking.
"Maria or should I call you Bella?"
I looked up to see Vicky, standing, staring at me.
"Are you okay?"