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My Angel

I parked the Volvo, dropping off my siblings as I mentally prepared myself for the thoughts I would hear as soon as I opened the door.

Of course, Bella was waiting for me, keeping up the pretense that we only saw each other at school. She waited patiently, only her heartbeat giving away how much she wanted to rush toward me. Slowly – humanly – I walked toward my angel, closing the gap between us quickly.

As soon as we embraced, the onslaught of thoughts began. Ugh. Cullen again. Why don't those two just surgically attach themselves to each other? Mike Newton thought, throwing jealous glares in my direction.

We made our way to class, her eyes never leaving my face, trusting me to lead her forward around obstacles, despite the bulky cast on her left leg. Even though many of the stares had dissipated over the past couple of weeks, I was still subject to a few sidelong glances, most of which were accompanied by envious thoughts, from both girls and guys.

They're so cute together! That Jessica Stanley was beginning to get annoying. At first, she was jealous of Bella, and I thought it couldn't get worse. For once, I was wrong. They seem so serious. I wonder if they'll get married. Oh, it'd be wonderful, like the wedding in Princess Diaries 2! I would gag if I could. It's better than her obsessive crush on me, though. Thankfully, Mike had solved that. Actually, now that I think about it, Bella had fixed it with her not-so-tactful refusal of Mike. I smiled at the memory.

"What?" Bella looked at me with a mixture of confusion and entertainment in her eyes.

"Just thinking," I answered, hoping she'd drop the subject. Thankfully, the answer was enough to quiet her as we sat down.

"What are you thinking?" I seemed to constantly be asking this question, if only to sate my constant curiosity.

"What'd Alice get me yesterday?" She looked at my face, searching for any clues.

"She'll show you eventually, but she'd kill me if I told you."

"Can I have a hint? Please?" Her long fingers found my face, her expression pleading.

Ugh. they're sickening. Of course, I wouldn't be complaining if she did that to me. . . Tyler Crowley thought.

I counted three low comments in response to Bella's action, but I barely noticed the thoughts as I was lost in Bella's deep, brown eyes. As I recovered, I remembered her question.

"Alice sees you rolling your eyes when you see what she got." It's official. I couldn't deny her anything when she looked at me like that. And she thought I dazzled her.

At my response, Bella thought for a moment and then groaned, withdrawing her warm touch.

Five sets of eyes stared, their owners wondering what was going on, not all of the ideas G-rated.

Did she just do what I think she did?!

I glared at the gawkers, but turned and laughed at my angel's expression.

"Have you figured it out yet?" I teased.

"Of course! I feel like an idiot. She would always buy me clothes, even if I was drowning in them." She pouted, her full lips making the gesture unexpectedly sexy.

Bella's angry about clothes?! Is she crazy? I LOVE clothes, Lauren thought, oblivious to her boyfriend's thoughts.

Mmm. Clothes. I'd like to see her in some different clothes. . . .

"Don't let her know I told you anything. I'd never hear the end of it." I tried to pull myself together as the teacher's footsteps echoed in the hallway.

My attention deliberated between Bella and the envious thoughts practically sent to me. As the teacher began his monotonous droning, I filtered through the usual classroom thoughts: the bored daydreams, the meandering comments, the crush-like thoughts. Conner was imagining Lauren in ways I don't think I would ever get out of my head. Stupid vampire memory. Sometimes I hated it.

I tried to slightly purify my mind by searching through the thought-full haze for my siblings.

Usually, Alice's thoughts were fun to watch and listen to, but she was only plotting more shopping trips to Olympia. Jasper was translating the teacher's word into Latin. Rosalie was, of course, thinking of when she'd see Emmett next. Emmett, planning practical jokes on Jasper and I, was debating between changing our clocks and hiding all of our clothes in Alice's bathroom closet.

Bella seemed to be as distracted as I was, so I wrote her a note.

What do you want to do after school?

Nothing much. Why?

You probably want to make plans. Newton wants to take you to a movie.

Ugh. What did you have planned?

Alice wants you to see what she bought.

And then?

A surprise.

What should I tell Mike?

You're going somewhere with Alice, Jasper, and I.

Really? What do I wear?

I'm not telling. Alice will take care of it.

Please tell me?

Not a chance.

Thankfully, the bell rang. Well, only six more hours of this left. If it weren't for Bella, I would be restless for graduation. My angel, keeping me sane in the midst of Hell: high school.

(Well, guys, tell me what you think! I don't know if I should keep this a one shot or make it a little longer. Maybe Alice will play Bella Barbie, maybe tell where they're going, etc. Make sure to tell me what you think! Just click the mysterious purple "Go" button!)