Resilient

Chapter Seven: Edward the Thick Headed Cullen

They were silent for roughly three seconds before the blonde girl, Rosalie, spoke up.

"How?" She all but hissed. Edward opened his mouth to explain, but I beat him to it.

"Well, I happen to have a pretty good memory. I used to hang out with the Blacks when I was younger, and your traits match. All I had to do was feel the icy temperature of your hands, and boom. Cold ones." I explained.

"Those mutts violated the treaty!" She growled.

"I was four, they were stories to keep me entertained. I was over there all the time, it was only for fun." I defended.

"How were they to know? The treaty still stands." The doctor soothed. They didn't seem totally placated by this response, but did not object any longer.

"Well, if that's settled I would like to leave." I informed them.

"Would you like me to check you for injuries? I know your nose is bleeding, but you may have more than just that." Dr. Cullen said.

"I'm fine." I replied. There was no way I was letting him check me over. Like I said, I don't trust doctors at all.

"I don't know, you hit your head pretty hard." Emmett said.

"I'm fine! And whose fault is that?" I hissed. He held up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry." He muttered. The doctor looked concerned, but wisely said nothing. I was rapidly running out of patience. He seemed to realize this and left the topic alone. Edward offered to drive me back, which I pondered deeply. I could get driven home by a vampire, or I could tramp through the woods for however many miles and hope I get home. In the end I realized I had absolutely no clue where I was. That tends to happen when some weirdo picks you up and runs at half the speed of light in a random direction. Scowling I accepted his offer. I spent the majority of the car ride threatening Edward mentally and making mental commentary on his driving skills. Finally after a while he broke the silence.

"You know I can hear you right?" He asked me.

"Well duh, that's the whole point. If you couldn't read minds then I would not bother to waste my time threatening you in my mind." I replied in a bored tone.

"You know?! How?" He was astounded, as though he simply could not believe that he had not noticed it. He didn't realize it because I didn't let him.

"Well, if you don't want people to know that you can read minds, maybe you should attempt to hide it better." I told him.

"I never heard you thinking about it, actually I never heard you thinking about what we are either." He still sounded rather baffled.

"You never heard me thinking about it because I am way better at hiding things than you are. I simply did not let myself think about it." I informed him.

"How did you know?" He continued to interrogate. Instead of answering verbally I let the memory of that day in the cafeteria play over in my head. He was silent while watching it. It finally seemed to click in that thick head of his and he figured it out. Round of applause for Edward for finally realizing what was there all along.

"That was you!" He exclaimed, probably remembering his version of the memory.

"Yep." I smirked. He looked about ready to explode. I feel like it was a rather small thing to get upset over, but he probably had other things too. Lucky we pulled into my drive just in time, so I didn't have to witness the wrath of Edward Cullen. I threw open the car door and leapt out. I tossed a quick 'thanks' and 'peace' over my shoulder and hurried in.