Chapter 116 - 116. ah well (2/2)

”Dad?” I asked when he was almost done.

”Yeah, Ryan?”

”Um, I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Seattle for the day a week from Saturday... if that's okay?” I didn't want to ask permission - it set a bad precedent - but I felt rude, so I tacked it on at the end.

”Why?” He sounded surprised, as if he were unable to imagine something that Forks couldn't offer.

”Well, I wanted to get few books - the library here is pretty limited - and maybe look at some clothes I'm pretty limited on what I have right now.” this was true I had like 5 shirts and some pants all my other clothes were like 3 sizes too small I went from 14 to 17 it's a big growth spurt.

”That truck probably doesn't get very good gas mileage,” he said, echoing my thoughts.

”I know, I'll stop in Montesano and Olympia - and Tacoma if I have to.”

”Are you going all by yourself?” he asked, and I couldn't tell if he was suspicious I had a secret Girlfriend I mean I did have a few but whatever or just worried about car trouble.

”Yes.”

”Seattle is a big city - you could get lost,” he fretted.

”Dad, Phoenix is five times the size of Seattle - and I can read a map, don't worry about it.”

”Do you want me to come with you?”

I tried to be crafty as I hid my horror.

”That's all right, Dad, I'll be fine I'm a grown man.”

”Thanks.” I smiled at him.

”Will you be back in time for the dance?”

Grrr. Only in a town this small would a father know when the high school dances were.

”Nope not interested.”

The next morning, when I pulled into the parking lot, I deliberately parked as far as possible from the silver Volvo. I didn't want to put myself in the path of too much temptation and end up owing her a new car. Getting out of the cab, I fumbled with my key and it fell into a puddle at my feet. As I bent to get it, a white hand flashed out and grabbed it before I could. I jerked upright. Amanda Cullen was right next to me, leaning casually against my truck.

”You shouldn't use super human speed to do simple things it makes you look like a whanker you know?” I asked in irritation.

I scowled at her perfect face. Her eyes were light again today, a deep, golden honey color.

”Why the traffic jam last night?” I demanded, looking away. ”I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don't exist, not irritating me to death.”