'U make everyone's life SO miserable. End it. No one would miss you.'
'You think ur all that, walking around school looking like a washed up rat.'
'You've been getting SO incredibly porky. How much do u weigh? 200?'
'All those freckles? Looks like dirt on ur face. Dirty whore.'
'Do you let Emmett Cullen pass you around to all his siblings?'
Kit frowned and bit her lip, hard, not allowing herself to cry. Not again. She exited the text messages and placed her phone down. She always kept the text messages. Just in case. For the day when she finally got the courage to show someone.
That morning, she had felt refreshed when she had woken up, glad that her family had allowed her to sleep through dinner and happy that Emmett had stayed with her. With a kiss on the corner of her mouth, Emmett had left before the sun could fully rise, promising that he would come back again that night; if she desired.
She had appreciated that he hadn't questioned her odd mood from the night before. Thinking back on it, it was even strange to her that she had acted so cold and dismissive, brushing off both Emmett and her parents. She would need to apologize.
Then, her mood had spiraled downwards after taking a shower and reading the text messages. Tears burned her eyes and it seemed to be now apart of her morning routine. Kit woke up every morning with a pit in her stomach and the distressing thoughts of what would happen that day. She opened text messages, held back tears, and pretended that everything was great. She went to school, got called names, was shoved around, faked more smiles and held back more tears until she came home and received more texts or emails. Every. Single. Day.
It was exhausting.
Denial could only go so far and her positive attitude regarding the situation was starting to diminish. Would it really blow over? Was all of this going to continue until she graduated? The rest of her life?
She stood in front of her mirror, now dressed only in her nude undergarments, turning this way and that, getting a good look at her body from all angles. Her breasts were small, barely a B-cup, but she had never minded their size as she continued to get older and the size worked well with the vintage clothes she wore.
She poked at her stomach and squeezed it, scrunching up her nose at the flesh between her fingers. Her body was hourglass shaped and the last time she had went to the doctor, she had weighed-in at 116 pounds. Sure, she was thin—average, but she wasn't fit and had no core, and that caused her stomach to stick out.
She squeezed the flesh harder, sniffling and allowing a few tears to drip down her cheeks and onto the carpet. She wiped them away before she moved her hands down to her thighs, pinching those as well and judging their size. They could definitely be slimmer, but they weren't fat. They were just…thighs.
Returning her gaze upwards, she brought her hands to her face. Her eyes were glassy with tears and she ran her fingertips over her cheeks. Her freckles were a lot darker than her actual skin tone and they covered both her nose and her cheeks. If the sun stayed, the dots would multiply. They already had spread further down her cheeks, almost reaching her jaw.
She turned around, trying to get a good look at the back of herself. Her butt was round, but small. Nothing too exciting. She tried to watch herself walk, but couldn't see anything. Did her thighs jiggle?
She jumped when there was a knock at her door and she covered herself with her hands before she ran to her dresser, throwing her dress over her head and managing to wipe the last bit of moisture from her eyes and face.
"Y-yes?" she called, struggling to find all the correct holes in her dress.
"Are you up, Kit?" came her mother's voice, "Can I come in?"
"Um," Kit finally got the dress on and secured the belt before she picked up her comb. She checked her reflection one more time before she spoke, "Yes, come in."
"Hey, sweetheart," Everly smiled, looking nervous, "Good morning."
Kit spritzed some water into her hair as she tried to smooth it out, adding leave-in conditioner a moment later, "Morning. How did you sleep?"
Everly chuckled, going to smooth out Kit's dress. It was a lightweight white and green gingham print frock with a slim patent white belt around the waist.
"I should be asking you that," she countered, "No wonder you were so crabby, honey. You must have been exhausted. I came up here and you were still in your day clothes, conked out on your bed."
Kit slipped her feet into a pair of dark green butterfly cutout sandal heels with a double ankle strap before she addressed her mother, looking guilty, "I'm really sorry about that, mom. I'm sorry about the way I acted. It really wasn't okay and I didn't mean any of it."
"That's all right," Everly said gently, "Nevertheless, I appreciate the apology, thank you. Now, are you ready? There's a surprise for you downstairs."
"Another cellphone?" Kit guessed, a smile twitching her lips.
"You're awful," Everly laughed, "And I want you to eat a big breakfast since you skipped dinner. I packed you a bigger lunch, too."
"Okay," Kit switched her phone on vibrate before she slipped it in her satchel. She could go without a jacket as it was sunny, like it had been the day before.
Everly eyed her daughter warily, stopping just as they reaches the stairs, "Are you feeling okay, this morning?"
"Yes, I'm fine," Kit said, the response automatic.
Everly tilted her head to the side, "And you're sure you're up for school, today? You're really feeling all right?"
Kit nodded, smoothing out her dress again before she managed a small smile, blinking, "I'm fine. Really hungry," she added with a chuckle.
Everly smiled, nodding and took Kit's hand, leading her down the stairs and towards the kitchen, "Yes, I bet you are. I made blueberry pancakes, there's a fruit salad, toast. Have whatever you want. I don't want you getting low blood sugar or anything."
"Okay," Kit agreed, matching the smile, "Thanks, mom. You know blueberry pancakes are my fav-
She stopped then, at the entrance to the kitchen, her eyes widening at the sight before her. Sitting on the table, in a bright yellow ceramic pitcher was a mixed bouquet of large yellow sunflowers, light pink camellia's, baby's breath, and chicory blossoms.
"I don't even know where you can get sunflowers, here," Blake murmured, scrunching up his nose.
Indigo rushed forward and pulled Kit closer to the vase, "Come look, come look. Aren't they pretty? Huh, huh? Aren't they?"
Kit nodded, reaching out a hand and running her fingers over one of the petals. They were real.
"These are gorgeous," she breathed, once she found her voice, "Oh, wow. Good morning, by the way."
"Morning, Kit Kat," Blake gave a weary smile, "How are you feeling?"
Kit reluctantly turned her attention away from the flowers and hugged her father tightly, "Fine. I'm sorry about last night."
Blake rubbed her back, That's okay, Kit Kat," he kissed her head, "You must have been really tired. You slept through the night."
"Yes," Kit agreed, "I guess I was," she kissed Indigo's cheek and patted her head before she went back to the vase on the table, "So, the flowers? Who are they from?"
"Look at the tag," Everly gestured to the small white parchment dangling from the handle.
Kit flipped over the tag and she smiled widely at the name printed neatly in the 'from' box.
They were from Emmett.
"Wow," she repeated, her voice soft. She leaned in to smell them, "He sent me flowers?"
Everly hummed, a smile on her face as she watched her daughter carefully move the flowers to a spot on the counter near the home phone. She looked happy as she sniffed them once more and touched the pitcher, biting her lip shyly.
"Breakfast, now?" Indigo asked hopefully.
"Yes, honey," Blake was already putting together plates, "Kit, I want you to eat a little more."
"Yes, mom told me," Kit said, smiling. Seeing the flowers had definitely increased her mood, taking her mind off the text messages.
Breakfast conversation was light and cheerful, the sunshine that shone through the window seemed to have put everyone in a good mood.
After finishing the last of her scrambled eggs, Kit was full and stood up to bring her plate to the sink, "Do you want me to do the dishes?"
"No, you're going to be late," Blake glanced at the clock on the microwave, "You better get going."
"Just let me brush my teeth, again," Kit said, "I messed up my schedule, this morning."
In reality, she had taken up time to talk to Emmett, which she had greatly enjoyed, but her father was right, if she didn't hurry, she'd be late for first period.
She brushed and spit, making sure that there was no toothpaste on her dress and she went back downstairs, hugging and kissing her family goodbye.
"I still want to talk about last night when you get home," Blake said, "I said it was okay and accepted your apology, but I'm not going to let it go. Seriously, I want to talk."
"Mhm," Kit gave a quick nod, "Yes, okay, daddy. I understand. Indi, I'm leaving."
"Bye, Kitty," Indigo hugged her sister tightly, "I love you."
"I love you too," Kit kissed her cheek, "Have fun at school. Behave yourself and pay attention."
Indigo scowled and returned to helping her father clear the table.
"Don't forget to pick up your late assignments," Everly reminded.
"I won't," Kit promised, "Bye, I love you."
"I love you more," Everly said.
"Not possible," Kit called, hurrying to the front door.
"Yes, possible!" Everly called back.
Kit laughed to herself and slowed her pace when it came to walking down the porch steps, resuming her fast walk as she approached her car. She relaxed when she pulled out of the driveway. She was sure that she would make it to school on time, however she hesitated. Being late to school would decrease her chances of running into Lauren.
She rolled down the windows as she drove, wanting to get as much sun as possible. It was rare it Forks and she didn't want to miss it like she had the snowfall.
Kit parked in her usual spot, but Bella's car wasn't there. Though, Willa was waiting by her own car and ran to Kit when the brunette got out.
"Hey," Willa greeted, trying too hard to keep her voice casual, "You weren't here, yesterday."
"Hello," Kit smiled, hugging her friend, "Yes, I know. I'm sorry."
Willa shook her head, "You don't need to apologize. I was worried, though. Everything all right?"
"Fine," Kit said, biting her lip. The two began walking, "I didn't sleep well on Sunday. I basically stayed up all night and didn't think I'd make it at school."
"Oh," Willa nodded in understanding, "That makes sense. Are you sure you're okay?"
Kit chewed the nail on her pointer finger, looking at Willa, "Why does everyone keep asking me that? Do I look that bad?"
"No," Willa said quickly, "No, not at all. Forget I said anything. Tell me what's new in the Kit universe?"
Kit looked at Willa for a moment longer, then nodded, deciding to move on, "Emmett sent me flowers, this morning."
Willa gasped, "He did? What kind?"
Kit ducked her head, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, "Willa, I don't know..."
Willa laughed at her friend's embarrassment, "You do know. Tell me!"
"Sunflower, camellia's, chicory, and baby's breath," Kit said shyly, biting her lip, "They're really pretty."
"Take a picture with your phone and then show me, tomorrow?" Willa asked.
"Yes, that I can agree to," Kit raised her head, a blush still lightly dusting her cheeks, "I'm loving this sunshine."
"Me too," Willa tilted her face up, "I fell asleep outside, yesterday while helping my mom with the garden."
"That must have been nice," Kit said dreamily, "You like gardening?"
Willa nodded, "Yes, I love it. If I wasn't going to be a dancer, I think I would open my own flower shop or something," her smile teasing then and she giggled, "I'll give Emmett a discount."
"Ahahaha," Kit rolled her eyes, "Very very cute. I have to get to class, but I'll see you later."
She said a goodbye to Willa and continued on her way to the history building, remembering to collect her missed work. She hoped that she wouldn't be docked too many points, but she was sure she'd be able to catch up.
As soon as Kit entered the history building, she stopped short, unsure if she was surprised to see the entourage that was waiting for her. She had turned around and opened the door when a hand wrapped around her wrist and yanked her backwards.
"Get off of me!" she cried out, jerking out of Lauren's grip.
"But Kit," Lauren cried happily, "We've been waiting for you. We all missed you, yesterday and were hoping you'd be here."
Jessica laughed, wrapping her arm tight around Kit's shoulders to keep her from moving, a smile on her face, "How's my little bitch doing? Good? Great!"
Kit stumbled when Jessica shoved her shoulder, but she did her best to ignore it. She stopped when Lauren stepped in front of her.
"I-I have to get to class, Lauren," she whispered.
"Aww, did you hear that?" Lauren said in a sing-song voice, "Guys she has to get to class," she turned back to Kit, narrowing her eyes, "Does it look like I give a crap if you have to get to class? Huh?"
"Lauren, please," Kit mumbled, trying to sidestep her, "Enough. Leave me alone, I have to-
"Shut up," Lauren snapped, shoving Kit backwards, "God, Kit. You just make my life so miserable, did you know that? The world would be a better place without you. Really, no one would care."
Lauren's friends all made sounds of agreement.
"Are you done?" Kit demanded quietly, "Can I go now or…?" she trailed off, surprised that she had spoken.
"Little Kit found her voice," Ashley sneered.
"I'm asking you to stop this," Kit's voice shook and she winced when the girls laughed, "So, stop. I've done nothing wrong, so leave me alone."
Kit kept her lip between her teeth and her head down as Lauren finally let her pass without any further altercation. Kit was proud of herself. She had stood up for herself, hadn't she? Yes, that was a good thing. She wasn't going to be walked on anymore. At least, she hoped that she would continue to try and stand up for herself.
She took a deep breath and made it to her desk as the bell rang, managing to quell the shaking of her hands just as Katie walked in.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Angela asked, clearly disappointed.
"Mhm," Kit managed a weak smile as she walked towards her car, "Thank you for the invitation, though."
Both Bella and Angela had invited Kit to go dress shopping with them in Port Angeles multiple times, but Kit had declined upon learning that Jessica would be attending as well. Though her two other friends would be there, Kit had spent lunch, gym, and Spanish being bothered by Jessica and her other classes bothered by Jessica's friends. Kit knew that the girl would be kinder to her with witnesses around, but she couldn't handle it. It had been too long of a day.
"Okay," Angela slowed her pace, "But I really wish you'd go. I'll let you know if I see any cute dresses, okay?"
Kit nodded, "Okay, thanks Angela."
"Kit, wait."
"Hm?" Kit turned her head, pausing in opening her door.
"It's just," Angela frowned and tilted her head, "Jess and Lauren—well, they've been—ah, is everything okay with you guys?"
"Oh, yes," Kit nodded. She knew how close the three were and didn't want to mess that up, "Mhm, everything is fine."
Angela didn't look convinced, but nodded, "Okay," she drawled out, "I'll see you later, then."
"Definitely," Kit exhaled, climbing into her car.
The school days were really starting to wear on her and she had barely touched her lunch, having been called fat and porky any chance Lauren and her friends got. It seemed the small confrontation hadn't improved anything. It made Kit self-conscious.
She sniffled, blinking rapidly to force the tears from her eyes. Only three more days and she would get a whole week off.
When she arrived home, she took a moment to check her appearance in the visor mirror, making sure that she looked presentable. Satisfied, she left her car and went into the house, her shoulders relaxing at the peaceful feeling that always came over her. She just wanted her parents. Maybe they could all lie down and watch a movie before going to get Indigo from school.
"Mom?" she called as she always did. She cleared her throat, "Daddy? Are you home?"
"They went out to work."
A loud gasp left Kit's lips and she whirled around to see Emmett leaning casually against the closed door, his arms folded across his chest and a smirk on his face.
But upon seeing Kit, Emmett's lips turned down in a frown and he was in front of her in an instant, pinching her chin gently between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting her face up.
"Have you been crying?" he asked gently.
"No," Kit forced a laugh, "No, not at all. Hello to you too."
Emmett chuckled and pulled Kit into a hug, "Hey, babe," he greeted, kissing the top of her head.
Kit's heart skipped at the nickname and she hugged Emmett back, struggling to wrap her arms all the way around his large frame.
"Hey," she said with a small smile. She hadn't expected Emmett to be in her home, but was glad he was, "I saw the flowers, this morning. Thank you so much. They're beautiful."
Emmett pulled away, grinning, "I thought you would like them. I was hoping they would brighten up your day."
Kit took Emmett's hand and led him into the kitchen, "They did. Where did you find sunflowers?"
"A magical place," Emmett said dramatically.
Kit snorted, "I should have known."
Emmett's smile faltered again and he ran his hand through Kit's hair.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, "You seem upset about something. Last night, too."
"Oh," Kit cringed at the memory, "Oh, yes. That happened...I'm sorry that you had to hear that."
Emmett shook his head, taking a seat and pulling Kit into his lap. His body shook with a light chuckle and he wrapped his arms around her middle.
"Tell me about this girl drama," he prodded.
"It's nothing," Kit laughed, shivering at the temperature of his skin, "Clothes, hair, and stuff. It's boring, really. You wouldn't be interested in it."
"You get an 'A' for trying, but you're an awful liar," Emmett muttered, "Did you know that?"
Kit sighed, twisting to look at Emmett, "Can we not talk about it?" she asked quietly, "Please?"
Emmett nodded slowly. He was going to drop it, but he would definitely start paying more attention to Kit at school. Sure, they had no classes together and that made things a little more difficult, but he was sure that he would hear something through the grapevine.
He didn't need to have Jasper's gift to know that something was wrong with Kit. She still had a smile on her face, but it was forced. Usually, she would be bouncing all over the room. The sun paled in comparison to Kit's happiness, but that hadn't been the case lately.
"Will you stay tonight?" she asked hopefully.
"Mhm, if you want," Emmett smirked, "I told you I would. Miss me that much, baby?"
Kit rolled her eyes and dug through her school satchel to find her lunch, "You wish. Do you mind if I eat?"
"Not at all," Emmett said, "You didn't eat at lunch?"
"Wasn't up for it," Kit said quietly, taking a bite of her tomato and mozzarella sandwich.
Emmett frowned, rubbing Kit's shoulder as she ate. It had been awhile since he had been human, but he was pretty sure that they needed to eat constantly.
"Are you getting sick?" he asked, "Carlisle's home; I can take you to see him."
"No, no doctors," Kit shook her head, scrunching her nose when Emmett touched her forehead, "I'm fine."
"Hey!" she squealed when his nose brushed her neck, almost jumping off of his lap, "What are you doing!? Why are you smelling me?"
"I'm checking to see if I can smell anything off with your blood," Emmett mumbled, pulling away, "I didn't go to medical school like Edward, Rosie, or Carlisle, but I'm not stupid and I've picked up a few things."
"Emmett, I'm fine," Kit insisted, moving so that she sat sideways on his lap, "Please," she begged, "Just…leave it."
That said, she turned back and resumed eating, her shoulders relaxing when she felt Emmett relax beneath her.
"I appreciate your concern," she said honestly, "I do, but it's been a very long day and," she swallowed thickly, "Tell me what happens if you eat human food."
"Tell you—what?" Emmett blinked.
"Human food," Kit repeated, picking at her sandwich, "What happens if you eat it?"
It took a moment for Emmett to respond. Obviously, he knew the answer, but the sudden deflection caught him off guard and he wasn't sure if he should give into it or not.
"Um, Kit, I-" he sighed and then gave in, laughing softly, "It's not something you want to know."
"I do," Kit insisted, opening her water bottle.
"We can't digest human food," Emmett said, "But if it draws too much attention, we'll suck it up and eat it. We cough it up later."
Kit's eyes widened and she twisted to look at him again, "Do you really?"
Emmett nodded, then grinned, gesturing towards her lunch, "Want to see?"
"Gross!" Kit shoved his shoulder playfully, scrunching her nose, "No thank you."
After Kit finished her lunch, she got up from Emmett's lap and went to throw her trash away. She hesitated on her way back to him and turned on her heel, opening the fridge and took out a plate of seasoned chicken breasts, large tortillas and a bag of mixed shredded cheese.
She gasped, almost dropping the bagged vegetables in her hands, startled by Emmett's sudden appearance.
"It's going to take some time to get used to that," she told him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, following her movements with his eyes.
"Cooking dinner," Kit pulled out a large glass pan, "To apologize for last night."
Emmett folded his arms across his chest, "They haven't forgiven you?"
"They have," Kit opened a nearby cabinet, "But this is just in case."
"Would you like help?" Emmett offered.
Kit giggled and gave him an odd look as she washed her hands, "Vampires cook?"
Emmett gave a lopsided grin and shrugged, "I might burn your house down, but I can try."
Kit laughed, "I'll give you something easy, then," Kit pushed the plate of chicken towards Emmett, "Can you shred those into strips?"
Emmett nodded and did as he was told, "What's this supposed to be?"
"Chicken enchiladas, spinach for me," Kit said, coating the bottom of the pan with enchilada sauce, "And rice pilaf."
Emmett wrinkled his nose in distaste, "That sounds disgusting."
"To you, I'm sure," Kit smirked, "What do you eat?"
It was Emmett's turn to give her a weird look, "Didn't we go over this?"
Kit shook her head and added the rice to the heated saucepan, "I mean, what's your favorite animal to...drink from?"
"Grizzly bear," Emmett said with a mischievous smile, "What else would it be?"
The home phone rang before Kit could respond and she looked down at her hands that was covered in bits of chopped vegetable, cheese, and sauce.
"I've got it," Emmett said, darting over to the phone. He picked it up, "Hello? Algren residence."
Kit smiled and went over to the sink to wash her hands off, halfheartedly listening to Emmett give short answers to the other person at the end of her line. She didn't think it was her parents as they hardly used their cellphones, but if it was, then she would definitely have some explaining to do as why Emmett was answering the phone.
When Emmett hung up, Kit turned to him, "Who was that?"
"Jessica Stanley," Emmett said, going back to rolling up enchiladas.
Kit paused in drying off her hands and she let the rag fall to the ground, "What?"
"Something about dress sh-
"Why would you talk to her?" Kit demanded, whirling around to face him, "What are you—I can't even-
She cut herself off when her throat tightened and she turned her back on Emmett when hot tears welled up in her eyes. She raked a hand through her hair, dinner long forgotten. Jessica had called and Emmett had answered. She could only imagine the things going through Jessica's mind—the things she would tell Lauren and the text messages she would get. It was going to get worse.
"Whoa, Kit," Emmett said, his eyes widening a little at her reaction, "What's the big deal? She was talking about dress shopping. I'm sure she knows that we're dating. Everyone does."
Kit bit her lip, hard and shook her head, going back to check on the rice. That was one good thing. Emmett had finally said it. They were dating.
"I-I'm sorry that I yelled at you," she choked out, "That wasn't right."
"Hey, I can take it," Emmett said softly, "Go ahead and yell."
Kit shook her head again, her tears starting to blur her vision. She felt bad that Lauren had started to include the Cullen's in her insults. The family was talked about enough.
"Babe..." Emmett pulled Kit into his arms and rubbed her back, "What's wrong?"
"You don't understand," Kit whimpered, burrowing her face in Emmett's shirt. She took a shaky breath, trying to keep her tears from falling, "I can't tell you. It's too embarrassing, but...I don't know what I did wrong."
That only served to confuse Emmett even further, but he didn't press for more information, choosing instead to press his lips to the top of Kit's head as she began to cry.
Blake and Everly went into Kit's room, startled by the darkness. They flicked on the light, only to see Kit curled up under her blankets. She was facing them, but her eyes were closed.
"Kit?" Blake called softly, walking closer. He touched the side of her hair, "Hey, Kit Kat?"
"Blake, she's sleeping," Everly hissed, "Leave her be."
"Okay, okay," Blake sighed, leaning down and pressing his lips to her temple, "Thanks for cooking dinner."
Everly chuckled, "Are you expecting her to answer?"
"Look at her eyes," Blake pointed, "She's been crying."
"We'll talk to her in the morning," Everly promised, placing a hand on Blake's shoulder, "She looks exhausted. There was a plate in the sink which means she ate. Let's let her rest. Indigo will want to come up here if we don't go back downstairs."
Blake nodded and took one last look at Kit before he left the room with his wife, turning off the light and closing the door.
As soon as their footsteps descended down the stairs, Kit's eyes fluttered open she she sat up, the comforter falling from her body.
Emmett appeared next to her bedside and he touched her cheek before darting over to the other side, taking a seat next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"Emmett," Kit protested, laughing softly when he pulled her close, her head tucked under his chin, "You're freezing."
Emmett wrapped her comforter around her shoulders, "Are you planning on feigning sleep forever?"
"Thinking about it," she mumbled. She hummed, "You smell nice."
"Kit," Emmett sighed, "Stop trying to change the subject. What's going on?"
After he had comforted Kit for a good twenty minutes, she wiped her tears and continued to prepare dinner, waving off his attempts to get her to talk. She was fine, she had told him, just worried about school and her grades. She had mentioned Julliard again and he hadn't bothered to hold back his eye roll. He was sick of that excuse.
"Nothing," she insisted, "I'm fine."
"You're not," he pulled away and held her back by her shoulders, "Why were you crying? What's going on with Jessica?"
He felt Kit stiffen under his hands and heard her heartbeat increase. He had her.
"Please," he begged, shaking her gently, "Talk to me. I hate seeing you so upset."
Kit bit her lip, "I—um, she's been asking me…about you—us," she corrected, "And I wasn't sure what to say. I know she talks about your family a lot and—spreading rumors and stuff."
"About you and I?" Emmett pushed.
"Kind of," Kit said, debating whether or not to backpedal, "About…what we are," she finished lamely, biting her lip, "That's all."
"What we are?" Emmett asked with a hint of a smile, "That's what's been upsetting you? Stupid rumors?"
Kit's blood ran cold and she bit her lip harder, trying to keep the hurt off her face. Stupid? Emmett thought it was stupid? Yes, she hadn't really told him the whole truth about the rumors, but there were rumors about them circulating.
What was Emmett going to say if he did find out about what Lauren and her clique were saying to Kit? About the bullying? Would he think that was stupid too? Was she overreacting?
Emmett breathed a sigh of relief, snapping Kit out of her thoughts. He stroked her cheek with icy fingers, "What we are is none of their business. We're taking it slow and if they can't handle that, I'll kick their asses."
"Emmett," Kit scolded with a small laugh, grabbing his hand, "Watch your mouth. You're not going to beat up anyone. That's awful."
"Whatever you say, babe, whatever you say," Emmett snickered.
Kit smiled, leaning her head on his hard shoulder, "Thank you. For being here."
"I'll always be here," Emmett promised, rubbing her arm.
"Always, huh?" Kit chuckled, "That's a pretty big commitment."
"Too fast?" Emmett suddenly looked worried and he stopped the motion on her arm, "I suppose I shouldn't have just showed up in your house. I should've asked."
"Emmett, Emmett," Kit sat up so that she could face him, "Hey, it's fine. I was actually really glad to see you after school and I'm glad to have you here, now."
She held his hand to reassure him, grateful that he had checked-in with her. Everything between them was fine and she didn't think they were moving too fast. They...they hadn't even kissed on the lips or anything.
"What are you thinking about?" Emmett asked curiously when he saw her face flush.
"Nothing!" Kit insisted quickly, "It's," she cleared her throat, "Really warm in here. I'm going to change into my pajamas, stay here, if you want," she added before hurrying into the bathroom.
The amused smile fell from Emmett's face and he sighed heavily, pulling out Edward's cellphone that he had borrowed. He would need to get one of his own.
Pressing a button on the speed dial, he waited patiently. Though, not for long.
"Hello, Emmett," Alice greeted, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Alice," Emmett begged, speaking in a tone that Kit wouldn't be able to hear, "Anything?"
Alice sighed, "No, nothing. It's still very blurry. The fact that I'm getting anything at all is a good sign. It means she might still have a future. Maybe..."
"Just not with us," Jasper finished for his wife, his voice clear in the background.
It was silent for awhile and Emmett tried to get himself to speak, knowing that Kit would emerge from the bathroom any second.
"W-what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he choked out, "Just not with us," he quoted, his voice imitating Jasper's Southern twang perfectly, "Might still have a future," he imitated Alice, now.
"Perhaps she'll want to remain human," Jasper supplied.
"And," Alice spoke up, "I'm also hoping the blurriness is due to a really big decision that hasn't been made yet and once that's happened, her future might start to clear up."
"Might!?" Emmett growled, "Alice, Jesus Christ."
"I'm trying my best," Alice snapped, "Okay, that's all I can do is try my best to keep an eye on her, but it's hard when everything about Kit is blurry!"
"Okay, I get it, I'm sorry," Emmett said, "Really, I appreciate you trying and I shouldn't be snapping at you."
"No, you shouldn't," Alice agreed. She paused, "How is she doing?"
"…I don't know," Emmett said honestly, "She says that she's fine, so…" he shrugged, "I don't know," he repeated.
"It'll be okay, Emmett," Alice soothed, "You know, maybe it's nothing? Maybe Kit can somehow block out my gift like Bella does with Edward."
"Thanks, Al," Emmett said sincerely, "I have to go. We'll talk more when I get home."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye," Emmett slipped the cellphone back into his pocket when he saw Kit came out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of pastel yellow pajama pants and a matching tank top.
"Hey," Kit greeted with a shy smile, "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Emmett promised, scooting over so that Kit could climb into bed, "Did you know th—what happened?"
"To what?" Kit looked at him, confused, "What are you talking about?"
Emmett lifted Kit's hand, showing her the dark bruise on her wrist. He lightly brushed his fingers over it, "What happened?"
"Nothing," Kit said, pulling her hand away and putting it under the covers, "I must have bumped it on something."
She snuggled under the blankets, wrapping herself in them before cozying up to Emmett, her head on her pillow.
"Tired?" Emmett asked.
Kit nodded. It was still pretty early, but she was always tired nowadays. Maybe Emmett was right. Perhaps she was coming down with a cold or something.