Chapter 105 - 105. I wish I was a cool kid (2/2)
”Yes!” Jessica agreed with another giggle. ”They're all together though - Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and Alice, I mean. And they live together.” Her voice held all the shock and condemnation of the small town, I thought critically. But, if I was being honest, I had to admit that even in Phoenix, it would cause gossip.
”Which ones are the Cullens?” I asked. ”They don't look related...”
”Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins - the blondes - and they're foster children.”
”They look a little old for foster children.”
”They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that.”
”That's really kind of nice - for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they're so young and everything.”
”I guess so,” Jessica admitted reluctantly, and I got the impression that she didn't like the doctor and his wife for some reason. With the glances she was throwing at their adopted children, I would presume the reason was jealousy. ”I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though,” she added, as if that lessened their kindness.
Throughout all this conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to the table where the strange family sat. They continued to look at the walls and not eat.
”Have they always lived in Forks?” I asked.
”No,” she said in a voice that implied it should be obvious, even to a new arrival like me. ”They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska.”As I examined them, the youngest, one of the Cullens, looked up and met my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in her expression. I felt pressure on my shields slide right off the occulmency and my cloak working wonders As I looked swiftly away, it seemed to me that her glance held some kind of unmet expectation. like she really wanted to read my mind wow sometimes girls are so nosey I mean next she will want my phone password jeez. we aren't even dating yet. ”Which one is the girl with the blonde hair?” I asked. I peeked at her from the corner of my eye, and she was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other students had today - she had a slightly frustrated expression it was like she was a voyeur. I looked down again, man she really wants in my shield I just felt wave after wave on my mind sliding off like a slippery bar of soap no grip.
”That's Amanda. she's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. she doesn't date. Apparently none of the boys here are good-looking enough for her.” She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered if she took it as me turning her down.I bit my lip to hide my smile. Then I glanced at her again. her face was turned away, but I thought her cheek appeared lifted, as if she were smiling, too. eaves dropper.