Chapter Ten: Interrogations

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It was very hard in the morning to argue with the part of me that was sure last night was a dream. Logic wasn't on my side, or common sense. I clung to the parts I couldn't have imagined — like his smell. I was sure I could never have dreamed that up on my own.

It was foggy and dark outside my window, absolutely perfect. They had no reason not to be in school today. I dressed in heavier clothes today, in case I had to give Christian back his jacket. When we got downstairs, Dad was gone again — we were running later than I realized. I swallowed a granola bar in three bites, chased it down with milk straight from the carton, and hurried out the door. Bella had skipped breakfast and was waiting for me in the truck, eager to see Edward after whatever had happened between them last night.

It was unusually foggy; the air was almost smoky with it. The mist was ice cold where it clung to the exposed skin on my face and neck. I wondered if Christian had anything to do with it. I made a mental note to ask him. It was such a thick fog that we were only a few feet down the driveway when we realized there was a car in it: a silver car.

"Bella, stop!" I yelled right before she hit it.

I didn't see where they came from, but suddenly both doors of the truck were opened, vampires on either side.

"Do you want to ride with us today?" Edward asked, amused by the expression of surprise on my sister's face.

"Yes, thank you," she said, answering for us.

After the four of us settled into the warm car, I began taking off the jacket I'd borrowed, intent on giving it back.

"What are you doing?" Christian asked when he noticed my movements.

"Giving you your jacket back; I forgot to last night."

"I didn't forget."

I looked at him, confused. Did he mean he didn't forget to take it back?

"Keep it." he said. "It's probably warmer than anything you've got."

I didn't want to tell him that I had almost an entire snowsuit in my closet; I wanted to keep this piece of him, so I just stayed quiet, pretending to agree.

We drove through the fog-shrouded streets, always too fast, feeling awkward. I was, at least. Last night all the walls were down... almost all. I didn't know if we were still being as candid today. It left me tongue-tied. I waited for him to speak. Bella and Edward were silent, as well.

Christian smirked at me and opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off suddenly by my sister in the passenger seat.

"Did you do this?" She asked him, slightly irritated.

Christian raised an eyebrow at me as if to ask if I told her, and replied, "No. I could clear it up, though. But then we'd have to miss school, again." There was a challenge in his voice. He seemed to understand that Bella hated this weather and wanted to see if she would choose sunshine over Edward.

She didn't answer him.

"Where's the rest of your family?" I asked.

"They took Rosalie's car." He shrugged as he parked next to a glossy red convertible with the top up.

"Ostentatious, isn't it?"

"Um, wow," I breathed. "If she has that, why does she ride with Edward?"

"Like I said, it's ostentatious. We try to blend in."

"You don't succeed." I laughed and shook my head as we got out of the car. We weren't late anymore; Edward's lunatic driving had gotten us to school in plenty of time. "So why did Rosalie drive today if it's more conspicuous?"

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