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IT was the middle of May. The sun was shining and warm. Scattered showers dotted the streets, but never lasted as long as they usually would. The flowers were sprouting into the open air. This was Forks during it prime: beautiful skies and the occasional stormy weather. Everything was bright, and this kind of nice weather affected Margo in a positive way, except for now.
Margo hadn't spoken to Jacob for almost a week. It was killing her, and it was probably – quite literally – killing him. He called her at least three times a day, at most eating time periods, which was when Margo was the busiest. She wanted to talk to him and apologize, but truthfully, she felt like she had nothing to apologize for. She felt horrible, but was still agitated at Jacob's attitude. Margo understood his case and she was willing to find a way to work around the pain of living far from an imprint, but he wasn't understanding her.
She didn't tell anyone about her current predicament, besides Melinda, who just about begged for the story once she guessed that Margo broke the news to Jacob. Melinda happened to actually agree with Margo. She thought Jacob really blew things out of proportion, and while she knew the circumstances concerning the imprint were important, so was Margo's future. None of them chose to be thrust in this world full of supernatural monsters and future soul mates. It made Margo dread for what Bella was possibly going through in preparation for her new vampire life.
Margo felt the sun's beaming rays invading her on a typical Friday morning. If she wasn't feeling so shitty, she might've enjoyed the weather. She was finding it difficult to. She couldn't even write the rest of her valedictorian speech with this new amount of stress. After waving goodbye to Jenny, Margo got inside her van and checked her phone. One missed call and text. Call me, please, Jacob texted her. Margo sighed before starting her van.
Once she arrived at school, she found herself staring out the window through most classes. Other students were doing the same thing. One of her teachers called it, "Spring Fever." The impending doom that was graduation was setting in, and for most students, that made the excitement grow. For Margo, however, the nice weather was making her feel more awful.
When Margo opened her locker during the next passing period, she jumped out of her skin as she grabbed her history book. Melinda appeared out of nowhere, slamming her back against the locker to Margo's left. She was currently wearing part of her cheer uniform, due to having practice later that day. The dark-haired beauty flashed her eyes towards her best friend and greeted, "Hey, I know you're really stressed right now with everything, but ..." Melinda sighed, turning on her BlackBerry phone and holding up the lit screen to her friend. Margo squinted her eyes. "Your boyfriend texted me. Asked me to tell you to call him. He's clearly getting desperate if he had to ask Embry for my number."
Margo hit her forehead against her locker, awakening the bruise that was once there. She turned back to her best friend, brow creasing as she did so. "I'm sorry," she whined, "just ignore it. I still haven't talked to him."
