16- Questioning

Before Bella can question me anything and blow my cover, I shush her by placing my hand over her mouth.

I drag her away with me, giving up the hope of finding what Spencer is talking about with the boy. When we are at a considerable distance, she asks me suspiciously, “What were you doing?”

“Eavesdropping.” I reply without a bit of hesitation.

“I'm not even gonna ask why you were doing that.” She looks done with me and it makes me smile proudly.

“Glad that we got it sorted out.” She shakes her head, “Without one of your forsaken lectures about morality.”

“Because you need to know it's not good-”

“Please, Bella. Cut me some slack.”

“Fine. Now, let's go.” She says, tugging at my hand.

“Where are we going?” I ask, confused.

“We are planning a big dinner for your going away party. You need to give your opinion because the other guys are ripping each other to shreds. Why you ask? Because they can't choose a place!” She keeps blabbering.

When she realizes I'm not participating in th