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2. Calls and Closets
Tap…tap…tap…
"Five minutes…"
Tap…tap…tap…
"I am up; just wait a minute dad…"
Tap…tap…tap…
THUD!
"Aaaaa…"
I fell from my bed, my heart stopped for a second. I looked around, trying to find out the source of the loud noise. My door opened, and dad rushed inside with his gun, looking around frantically.
"What happened? Whose there? Did someone hurt you? Is it a boy? Come out…"
"Dad, calm down, no one is here." I said, standing up from my current position at floor. My legs were tangled in the blanket, which made me trip again.
"Bella…" dad groaned, and helped me to stand up. I carelessly tossed the blanket away.
"Why did you scream bloody murder at 5 am?" he said, getting frustrated.
"Umm…nightmare?"
He gave me a look, sighed and went back into his room. I quickly locked the door, turned around and looked at my room.
Everything looked normal.
I was sure I heard that tapping noise, but there is no one in the room.
Shrugging, I started to fold my blanket, when my eyes fell on my bedroom window.
Which looked directly to the neighbours window, not even ten feet away.
And in which I can see Emmett waving at me.
Guess I found the culprit.
"What the hell, Emmett. What are you doing?" I said, opening the window.
"Good morning to you too, Bella." He said, giving me a huge smile.
"How on earth did you manage to make that sound?" I asked.
"Oh, you see. I recently brought this toy gun which can shoot marbles till twenty feet, cool huh! Anyways, I was shooting marbles on your window, and when I ran out of them, not to mention got frustrated, I threw the gun itself. Which reminds me, can you return it to me later, it's lying in your backyard."
I looked down, and surely there was a brown and grey toy gun.
"Emmett, aren't you a bit too old for playing with toys like these?" I asked him, sighing at his fake horrified expression.
"How can you say that? I am still a cure, adorable, little kid." He smiled angelically.
I looked at his six foot five heavily worked out body, dressed in a grey trousers and black t-shirt saying 'Wanna come with me to get BUSY'.
"Sure, you are still a kid." I said, sarcastically.
"Anyways, I wanted to ask you about Rose's plans for this weekend."
What the…
"Why didn't you ask Rose?" I asked, my voice getting louder.
"Talk a bit louder, will ya. I am sure China didn't hear you yet."
He rolled his eyes at me.
"Just answer the damn question."
"Fine, Rose and I got into a bit fight, and I want to make it up to her."
"Really, Rose didn't tell me anything about any fight." I raised an eyebrow.
"Umm…she didn't? Must have slipped from her mind."
"Emmett…"
"Fine, Edward wanted to see in what kind of mood you are this morning. So, what's your mood status?" Emmett asked looking serious.
I gaped at him.
"Are you for real? Emmett, what sort of question is that?"
"Don't shout at me, Edward asked me to check your mood."
"And he told you to do so by waking me up so early in the morning?"
"Umm…No. I messed up something, didn't I?"
I slammed my window shut.
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"Bella, I am leaving now." Dad said from the door.
"Bye dad." I said; my mouth was full of the omelette, which made it sound something like "oy ad".
I looked at the wall clock, it was still seven. School didn't start at least till one hour, and I didn't even have the first lecture today. I heard honking outside, and peeked through the kitchen window to find the source. I saw my dad talking with Emmett, both laughing loudly. Dad was totally in league with Emmett, and both were baseball buddies too. Whenever there was a match on TV, Emmett will come here with five to six bags of popcorns. Sometimes, Edward would tag along, but he mostly did that to annoy me.
I smiled, thinking about my own kind of revenge on dad for yesterday. I served him burnt toast and half-cooked omelette, and he had to eat it. One of the things Charlie hates the most is not having a proper breakfast in the morning, and I just gave him that. And he knows he deserves it.
The phone rang.
"Hello."
"Hey sweetheart, sorry for my brainless friend, he still cannot figure out what did he do wrong."
"It was your fault." I said, glaring at the wall.
"What? How is it my fault? I didn't wake you up at five-"
"But you asked Emmett to."
"I just asked him to check are you still angry on me after last night's incident. He was the one who messed up, not me" he was clearly irritated.
"And thus it's your fault." I replied, too angry to think straight. Who gave him the right to keep tabs on me or my mood?
"You make no sense, Bella. But that's not something unusual, is it?" I am sure he was smirking on the other end.
How dare you, you fucking…
"I don't make sense! You don't make any sense."
"Your mom doesn't make any sense." was his brilliant reply.
"What are we, five?"
"I am eighteen, what about you?"
"Ugh…anyways, Why do you care if I am feeling happy or bitchy today?"
"Come on Bella, I care for you, just like you care for me."
"And what gave you the idea that I care for you. I don't feel anything for you." Is this a joke!
"Is that so?"
"Is it so."
"Then sweetheart, I will prove to you that you feel the same way for me that I feel for you, just wait and watch honey. You are so wrong, and we are so made for each other." And he hung up on me.
I placed (more like slammed) the phone back to its place.
"Bloody ass-"
"You better not finish that sentence, young lady." My dad entered the kitchen. Another Team Edward member.
"What are you doing back?" I glared at him.
Dad looked at me, clearly amused.
"I forgot my car keys." He said, and placed the keys in his pocket.
"Good. Now leave."
He walked away, laughing. He freaking laughed!
I glared at the door for five minutes even after he left.
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Where is my chemistry book?
I searched for it everywhere in the room, and I cannot find it at all. I checked my bookshelf, my closet, computer table, my bed (even inside it), the living room, kitchen and even the bathroom.
It wasn't there.
Accepting my defeat, I crashed on the couch. I needed that book today otherwise the professor will have my head for dinner. My homework was inside it, as well as all the notes I took.
I looked at the calendar. Today was Monday, and Mondays always sucked. It was actually in the rulebook for being a teenager. I remember I had it on Friday, when Alice was copying from it…
Alice.
Nah, she returned it to me later.
Then who? Rose?
Nah, she doesn't even care for Chemistry.
Then who?
I thought and I cannot come up with any other name. Alice and Rosalie were my only friends.
Alice I know each other since kindergarten. Alice is a short structured, and by short I mean 4'10, pixy like girl. She just loves to pamper herself with makeup, nail polish. Manicure, pedicures, etc. and she usually drags me along. She also loves to shop and she is a never ending energy ball.
And did I say she is Edward's sister.
I guess not.
Alice Is Edward's younger twin. Actually I first time met with Edward because of her at her place. We always hang out in her house- or mansion would be an appropriate word. The Cullen's are super rich. Carlisle Cullen, their father, is the best surgeon all across America. Esme, their mother, is one of the best interior decorators in Washington. They also inherited huge fortune from their parents. Because of this, Alice has never ending stock of clothes and make up.
Rosalie, my other best friend, is completely opposite of Alice. She is 5'8 blond with hourglass figure and looks to die for. She is very calm, sophisticated and completely I love. You see, we met because of Emmet, Edward's partner in crime and my next door neighbor (and I have doubt that he spies on me for Edward.) who is Rosalie's boyfriend. Our meeting was also a hilarious tale.
Flashback.
(Bella and Rosalie are 14)
I was digging through the fridge, searching for something to eat. Napping always make you hungry, and I was born with a large appetite. Plus, I just recovered from a bad cold, which had already increased my already big appetite.
Conclusion: I am starving.
I found a packet of ready to eat noodles. I quickly boiled water and added noodles in it, and sat on the chair. My stomach was growling.
"Just few minutes." I said to myself.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
When I looked at the person standing at the doorstep, my jaws dropped. She was gorgeous, leggy blond, full with make up and designer clothes. She looked like someone stepped out of glossy magazine, the kind which features Hollywood stars.
I have never seen her before.
"Hello." I said politely.
"Who the hell are you?" she shouter.
Excuse me?
"I am Bella. Who are you?"
"What are you doing here, Belle?"
"It's Bella, and who are you to ask me this question?" I was angry now. Gorgeous or not, she was a downright bitch.
"Do you know Emmett McCarty?" Who doesn't?
"Yes. He lives-"
"I knew it! That filthy cheater. Spending time with family! I will show him time with family!"
"What are you-"
"What does he sees in you that's not in me? You are a brunette for crying out loud! He only likes blonde!"
"But-"
"And you don't even have fashion sense! And you don't even look as good as me! And-"
"WILL YOU STOP INSULTING ME?" I shouted. If possible, the girl's face went even redder.
"How dare you! You filthy boyfriend stealer! "
What?
And then it all clicked.
I started laughing. She gaped at me.
"Do you think it is some kind of joke?" she hissed.
I wiped tears from my eyes.
"Emmett…Emmett lives next door." I said, controlling my laughter.
Her jaw dropped.
"You mean…"
"You are at wrong address." I said, smiling.
She blushed.
"I am so sorry. I…I just thought…"
"No problem."
"No, I shouldn't have shouted like that. I just went all…"
And then smelled it.
"Oh My God! My lunch!"
End of Flashback.
Needless to say, it was burnt. But I befriended Rosalie. So it was worth it.
I glanced at the clock, and decided to reach school ten minutes early.
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It was weird to look at the empty corridors which are usually filled with students. I took my sweet time to reach my locker, and started collecting my books. My chemistry book was there too. I sighed, thinking about the wasted search through the house this morning. Deciding to arrange my hair, I proceeded towards the bathroom. On the way, I heard some grunts and groans. I looked around, there was no one. The sound was still coming. Straining my ears, I found the source to be janitor's closet.
Curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know who was in there. Was someone stuck? Did someone need help? Sighing, I opened the door.
My eyes popped out of my sockets.
There were two figures inside. A boy with messy reddish-brown hair, and a girl with four inch hot pink stilettos. The girl had her hands inside the boy's pants, and the guy was moaning like there is no tomorrow. Both after feeling the presence of an intruder, looked at me.
The girl was Jessica, glaring at me.
And the guy was Edward, smirking at me.
What the fuck!
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I made some changes into the plot line. Minor changes, but they are there.
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