Chapter Six

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Ellie's POV

I was walking down the sidewalk bombarding Xander with my questions, and it felt kind of good to get it all out. Though I admit I was getting a little carried away and even frantic. But I wanted to know what's up with him, so I was determined to get an answer.

He trailed slowly behind me looking at the ground. I think I made this more of an interrogation than I need it to be. I wasn't trying to seem so harsh, but I guess that's how I came off. Oh, god, he probably hates me now!

I felt a gust of wind, and I turned around to look at Xander but he was gone. He had disappeared I to the wind, just as he had before.

"Alexander what the hell!? Again!?" I screamed. I exhaled angrily and crossed my arms before trudging home.

How does he leave so fast!? We were in the middle of the street, so how does he make it so fast across and away from me? Maybe he really doesn't like me. I've probably brought it on myself.

I trudged my way back home, and burst through the door to find my parents looking at me with worried glances. Wow, good job Ellie.

"What's wrong sweetie?" My mom said, looking at me with her worried eyes.

"Oh. . . nothing. . . sorry I slammed the door," I replied waveringly.

I was now tired, upset, and I guess angered by his behavior. I mean what kind of guy disappears on you, not once, but twice in a row?

So I began to think and I got lost in my thoughts. Usually it was fun, but tonight I was just making myself more upset.

"Apparently Xander the strong, stealthy, mind reading guy is actually a jerk." Then my brain started screaming at me at the fact that he probably doesn't actually read minds and that I'm stupid.

Maybe he left because he's trying to hide something from me. I mean, I did catch him having a very secretive phone call in the forest. All I remember is that he used the word compel and I really didn't understand where that was going.

Pulling out my laptop I opened to my internet browser and typed 'compel' in the search bar. If I didn't know what it meant, I would have to look it up.

Once the page loaded the definition popped up as well. I found it meant to force someone to do something without their consent, or pressure them into doing it by other means. But how could Xander compel someone to do something? And why?

This search for information was getting me nowhere. I mean, who's a guy who is strong, can apparently run extremely fast, always seems to know what you're thinking and is extremely strong and can what, control people?

"Edward can," I whispered. "Yeah, but Edward is a. . . Holy shit. He's a vampire!?"

I slammed my laptop shut and laid back on my bed.

"Nope! Nope, this isn't happening!"

I rolled over in my bed and face planted into my pillow. Then I screamed. Sometimes it felt nice to scream, but I think tonight I was still stressing myself out.

Slowly turning my head, I saw my laptop, which lay next to me, taunting me to pick it up. I needed to know more. I needed to know if I was right.

Finally getting up, I reopened my laptop and went to the internet browser. I needed to do more research, even if I was fearful of what I would find.

"Just a little research won't hurt you, right?" I muttered uneasily.

"Research for what?" My mom asked popping her head into my room. Great timing, not.

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