Bella POV:
I really didn't think it was possible to be this bored. I already finished homework, cleaning, I had pre-made dinner for Charlie, and the laundry was done. I had been sitting on my bed for the past hour doing nothing, singing out random songs I made up. I rocked back and forth, singing about how bored I was. Then I just sat there and stared at the wall. As I was sitting on my bed staring at a stain that looked like a poodle right above my light switch, Jacob called.
"Hey, Jake. What's up?" I answered. I was excited and desperate to get away from the boredom. I was ecstatic he called.
"Bored as hell. You?" He responded.
"Same. Wanna do something? Edwards gone for a couple days, so I am free. Well, I have to ask Carlisle, but he is at work so I think I'll just tell him later."
"Yeah, what do you wanna do?"
"I don't know. Can we just hang at your house?"
"Cool with me."
"Alright I will see you in a few." I said and hung up.
About ten minutes later I had scribbled a note for Charlie and headed out the door. On my way over, I passed by the hospital. That reminded me of what I was supposed to do. I shot Dad a text and almost ran a stop sign. Whoa, be more careful, I thought to myself as a car honked at me. When I arrived at Jakes house, I got a response saying to have fun, but be home by curfew and follow the rules. I rolled my eyes and responded "okay".
Before I could even knock on the door, Jake had thrown it open and wrapped me in a hug. I tried breathing and failed.
"Jake….can't….ow…breathe…" I gasped. I leaned against the house, gulping in air after he released me. I shot him a glare, but he just smiled. I couldn't help but laugh, dropping the angry pretense. His good mood was contagious.
When we got inside, we sat on the couch and started throwing around ideas on what to do. Most of them we said no to, or had already done. Then Jake looked really excited and offered prank calling. I didn't really ever do this, but he looked really excited, so I said yes. We went through both of our contacts and he said he found the perfect person. Oh no. It was Paul. The only thing I know is that he has quite a temper on him. Before I could protest he had dialed and handed me the phone. I threw him an expression of panic. A girl answered and Jake mouthed "girlfriend".
Suddenly I got an idea. "Hello? Is Paul there?" I asked in my most air-headed girl voice.
"Who is this?" the girl asked. She sounded confused and a little angry.
"Oh, this is Tiffany. I just wanted to call to thank him for the awesome time I had last Friday." I covered my mouth when I heard dead silence on the other line. I felt sort of bad, but at the same time I felt like it was revenge for his attitude toward me. I was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Last Friday? What happened last Friday?" I could tell she was really getting angry now.
"Well he took me out to eat and then we had a little fun. I don't see how any of this is your business. Who is this anyway?" I said, playing dumb.
"This. Is. His. Girlfriend!" She said furiously into the phone.
"Ohhhhhh. Then. Um. Never mind." I said in a fake "Just got caught" voice.
"PAUL!" I heard her scream and I hung up. Jake was on the floor dying of laughter and I finally burst out laughing as well.
"Shes…..going to….kill….he…is…screwed…ahahahhaa!" Jake laughed, not making real sentences.
I decided that even though that was fun, it was mean, so we moved on.
"Hey want to go to the beach?" Jake asked.
I looked at the darkness outside and shook my head. "No. I learned that lesson." I said, trying hard to forget. It took me a while to forgive Jake for that.
"Oh right. Sorry. Again. Well. We could ride motorcycles." He suggested. I looked at the dark roads. They looked kind of dangerous to be riding in, but I hadn't been on my bike in so long.
"Okay, lets do it!" I said, throwing caution to the wind. I would probably regret this later.
We got on our bikes and started speeding off down the rode. I was having a blast. Oh man, I forgot how fun this was. It was a little hard to see, though, which, being me, wasn't good. I suddenly felt my tire hit something and I flew off the bike, landing on my side. I felt my wrist crack on a rock. Luckily, besides the rock, I landed on soft ground and grass. The pain in my wrist hurt so bad that I just sat there taking deep breaths.
"Bella! Are you okay?" Jake asked anxiously, now beside me.
"Ow! My wrist hurts. I think I broke it." I said through my teeth.
"Okay, I'm taking you to the hospital. Don't worry." I nodded, not thinking about the fact that Dad was still on his shift.
On the way to the hospital, we saw Paul and his girlfriend screaming at each other. She threw a heavy looking object at his head; I couldn't see what it was because it was dark. She hit her target, and stormed off. Ha. Good, someone else was in pain now too, I thought as I saw Paul rub his head frantically. I shouldn't think that, but I don't like Paul.
When we got to Forks Hospital, we went to the emergency room. I held my wrist to my chest as we talked to the lady behind the desk. Suddenly, a voice from behind said my name. Oh no.
"Bella? What happened?" Dad said, now looking at my wide-eyed expression.
He saw my wrist and Jake, getting a suspicious look. He told the desk lady that he would take me and told Jake he should go home.
"But she needs a ride, she left her truck at my house." Jake said.
"She can get it tomorrow." He said shortly, leading me away toward an exam room. Oh great. I can already tell how this is going to end.
"So Bella, how did this happen?" He asked as he put on gloves.
"Um I fell." I said simply. At the look he gave me, I added to my explanation, knowing he could tell I was leaving something out. "Off of a motorcycle." I said quietly, looking away from the expression of anger on his face.
"What were you doing on a motorcycle at night, young lady?"
"Um. Riding it?" I said sarcastically. Wrong move. I swear, the look he gave me could have burned a hole through me. Wrong way to start this conversation Bella. I can already tell this is going to be a rough night.
"Would you like to try that again?" He asked, leaving no room for argument.
"Um. Well, I hadn't been on my bike in a while and I wanted to ride."
"Did you have a helmet on?" He asked, looking like he already knew what my answer would be.
Crap. I didn't even think of that. If I wasn't done for already, I was now.
"Um. No." I balled my fist in nervousness and then gasped at the pain.
"We will talk about this later." He said at my gasp. He quickly took care of my wrist, to my dismay; he put it in a cast. I frowned at the cast. He had given me painkillers earlier and now they were starting to kick in. I didn't like the cast, but I was too tired from the painkillers to argue for a brace. After he was done, he clocked out and led me down the hallway toward the exit. He basically carried me to the car because I was so tired. These were some strong painkillers. As soon as he had buckled me in and shut the door, I was out.
AN: So what do you guys think? Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I have been having a kind of rough time. Things are better now, though, so I felt like writing again. Tell me what you think and, as always, thank you so much for reading. Thanks even more for reviewing ;) One more thing my updates will not be as frequent as before because i just got my schedule packed full of stuff and i am busy all the time. ugh i haven't slept well in weeks but i will try to get chapters out when i can :) –CullenGirl9397