Forks

by A.E. Davis

thirty nine

  When I woke the following day, I was still mad at Lucky. After my craptastic evening Friday, I had hoped by going to La Push I would have better clarity for what was going on in town and now I was more confused than ever. What was I supposed to do? Buy into all the Vampire/Werewolf crap?

  Not likely.

  Even though there were parts I totally got. I mean the tourists who came to see Forks who were into the movies and books, pulled in a lot of revenue for the town. But I lived here too. So why was I being fed the same crap as the visitors? Was it some unspoken thing with the town that everyone was supposed to lie? I didn’t get it because I wasn’t into the whole Vampire thing or even the Werewolf thing. Still there were a lot of things niggling in the back of my mind that unsettled me. Like why did Jason and Lucky both make comments that would indicate Vampires were real? Granted, Jason obviously had some issues, as did Kirk, but Lucky too? That didn’t make sense to me. I thought…well it didn’t matter now.

  Obviously, Lucky could care less if we were friends so I officially nixed him out of my mind. Now I was back to being friendless, with the exception of Glinda and she was still unconscious. There was Viktor and Vincent but I didn’t know what to think of either of them or how they stood on the whole Vampire/Werewolf thing. I was kind-of afraid to even ask at this point.

  I checked my phone to see if Ken had gotten back to me but I didn’t have any texts or calls. He was here last night when I got home but he and Mom were occupied upstairs so I didn’t get a chance to talk to him. I walked over to the window and glanced out. Ken’s squad car was already gone. I headed downstairs to get some coffee.