The Phantom Wolf

Chapter 100 (The Big Question)

*3rd Person POV*

It had been a little while since Emmet's punishment, and everyone was fairly content with their lives. Renesmee was still growing rapidly. She appeared to be around 8 years old now, despite only being born in September of last year. And although the little hybrid's growth rate was cause for concern, all of the coven members did their best to limit the amount of worry they felt for the small kid.

Even though the atmosphere surrounding the house was happy, there was one member within the family that had hit a new peak in their anxiety levels.

Pearl had gotten a lot of time to think over all of the advice she had received regarding the situation of her and Bree's current relationship, and on this day, she was desperately trying to find the courage she would need in order to ask her imprint out on a date.

*Pearl's POV*

'Okay, come on. The worst she can say is no. Right? It won't go terribly. I've just got to say what I feel. That's not that hard, right?'

Edward spoke up from behind me in a sarcastic tone. "Yes, cause you talking about your feelings is the easiest thing in the world."

I stopped pacing back and forth to glare at him, but as soon as I did, I noticed the smirk on his face.

"If you're not going to help me, then why are you here?" I asked in a frustrated tone.

Edward gave me a teasing smile, then replied with, "One. I never said that I wasn't going to help you. Two. This is very entertaining to watch. And three. You are completely overthinking this."

A growl bubbled up from my chest. I'm pretty sure it reached everyone's ears in the entire house, despite me using my gift to hide both mine and Edward's presence. I seriously don't need anyone eavesdropping on this conversation, so hiding both me and Edward was the best solution to ensure that no one would overhear.

'If this is so entertaining for you, then I'm just gonna hide my thoughts.'

"No please don't!" The mind reader shouted in a frantic panic. Desperate to have access to his form of entertainment.

"You suck." I muttered under my breath in response to his out cry.

He just chuckled at me and tried to regain his composure. Once he did, he started talking again, this time in a much calmer manner. "Bree cares for you. And it doesn't take being an empath or a mind reader to see that."

"Yeah! I know she cares for me! But what if it's purely platonic feelings?! We've never spoken about romance!"

"I'm pretty sure-"

"The only time romance was ever the subject of conversation between us, was when her and Alice made me watch that god awful romantic comedy film!"

"I get that, but-"

"I mean, come on! That shit was awful! But she thought it was cute! Am I supposed to ask her out like that guy did in the film?! I don't wanna do that!"

"Pearl, that's hardly-"

"This is fuck! I'm fucked! I'm gonna fuck this up so bad that she's gonna bury me alive! Or what if she never wants to see me again?!"

"Pearl-"

"She's gonna reject me and I'll have to live under a bridge for the rest of my life, eating nothing but cockroaches and centipedes!"

"Pearl you're being-"

"Well I have eaten bugs before, so I suppose it won't be so bad. All my taste buds will just rot and disintegrate, along with my sanity!"