Book 1 || Chapter 15 {edited}

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"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"I was wondering if what everyone's saying is true" he says a little bit embarrassed.

"what exactly is everyone saying?"

I really hope it's not anything bad.

"They're saying you skipped school and ran away or something" He says.

Well that's a huge relief, I was thinking way worse things.

" I did skip school but, I didn't run away"

"Oh goo- Wait bad, why did you skip school?" He asks while shooting daggers at me.

I swear if looks could kill....

"I dunno" I lie.

I can't tell him it was because of him, that would be so embarrassing.

He looks at me skeptically "whatever, are you still going to the La Push school or not?"

"No I'm going to Forks high" I say.

He looks sad for a second but then looks normal again.

"Ok-" he tries to say but Reneesme interrupts him.

"Eww, why is there a stinky mutt in our house?!?" She shrieks.

I roll my eyes "He is not a mutt, and why are you even here?"

Embry looks angry but he's controlling himself since he knows She's Jacobs imprint.

"He is a mutt, and I came to get my stuff"she says while sashaying away.

"Sorry about Reneesme, she can be nice if you never meet her" I say reassuringly.

"It's fine, I've dealt with worse"

Great I don't know what to say and I feel awkwardness in the air.

"So...." we both say at the same time.

"So what did you really come for?" I ask.

" At school we have this dance thing and I was wondering........." he says while blushing.

"Wondering?"

"If you would be my date to the dance" he manages to say.

"Sure I would love to!" I say happily.

His smile seemed to be growing bigger by the minute.

"Great! So I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8?" He asks.

"That'd be great!"

I can't believe I'm going to a school dance, so cliché.

As soon as he leaves I do my happy dance and Reneesme comes in, of course.

" What are you weirdo dancing about?" She says while laughing.

"Nonya"

"Nonya?" She says confused.

I grin " Nonya business"

She has a sour look on her face when she leaves but I don't care I'm really happy.

Oh crud, it's a dance. And dances equals dresses,and Carlie plus dresses equals disaster.

I've never been the type of girl that loves dresses, I can wear them but dance in them?

I think not, and I'm not so good with heels either so I'll have to figure this out.

*hours later*

I think I may have found the perfect dress and shoes, for me at least.

I hope it goes well tomorrow.

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Her dress will be in the next chapter!

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