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Chapter 2

Bella hobbled over to the door, with Edward on her back. Struggling profusely to support the weight of Edward, she pulled a key out of her pocket and attempted to open the door. Unfortunately, she was piggy-backing Edward, so she needed at least one hand to support him, or else he'd slide off. Therefore, she had to unlock the door with one hand, which, although it didn't sound so horrible, was indeed highly difficult.

She was getting frustrated, trying to stick the key into its lock when the door opened and a curious-looking Alice Cullen stared outside.

"Alice?" Bella gawked for a full thirty seconds. Alice giggled.

"Oh, Bella, you must be my roommate. I was wondering where my roommate was. She wasn't here this morning and she hasn't been here for the past hour after school. But what luck! It's you!" Alice exclaimed, eyes shining. She seemed to be blind to the unconscious deadweight that was currently crushing Bella.

"Er. Yes. Well, that is really amazing and I am very psyched, you have noo idea. But it's sort of hard to jump up and down and give out hugs while there is a dead man crushing me," Bella said. Alice stared for a moment, not seeming to register what Bella had just said.

"Oh! Uh… sorry. Why is there a dead-- BELLA, IS THAT EDWARD?" Alice shrieked. Somehow, even when she shrieked, her voice sounded like music. Totally unfair. Bella never shrieked. Usually, she just groaned. And it was never anything high-pitched so it always turned out somewhat like a MOO.

Regardless, Bella shuffled slowly to her bed and dropped Edward onto it, not even delicately. When he woke up and had a sore ass, it was his fault. Bella stretched. After Edward had passed out on her, Bella had had no cash on her to get a taxi. Furthermore, none of the kids at Hallmark Private Academy knew her or liked her enough to give her a ride. They were all busy with their rich, wonderful, celebrity lives. Getting their eyebrows waxed, getting their hair dyed, going out for a low-carb, low-fat after-school snack at some glamorous place, meeting up with old buddies like Paris Hilton. What a drag.

She had searched desperately on Edward for some money, but eventually, she decided it was too awkward. All the kids around looked funnily at her, probably wondering why she was feeling him up. As if.

She thought about asking someone for help but they were all ignoring her or giving her hostile looks, especially girls. Like, what the fuck are you doing with Edward, you ho? Fortunately, Hailey had probably already left to get her day's worth of liposuction and plastic, surgical nose repair. She also could have called 911 or something. Edward Cullen passed out by the side of the street seemed like a pretty huge emergency, although none of the other people at this Academy seemed concerned. However, her cell phone was dead out of battery, and she personally didn't like the fuss of ambulances.

A kid biked around the corner and Bella begged to borrow his bike. He agreed enthusiastically: "Hells, yes. Since you go to Hallmark Private Academy and it's for the Edward Cullen, I'll do anything for you. Plus, even though you dress like a dyke, you look like a total babe." Right, what an ass. Unfortunately, he was twelve so Bella couldn't really do anything. She just stared at him condescendingly for a few moments. Then, she had to manage to get herself and Edward onto the bike, and then start biking. The kid hadn't seemed like he needed the bike returned. He had just walked away merrily, whistling the theme song for Grey's Anatomy. What a cheesy dude. Was everyone in the neighborhood this insane? Well, at least Bella now got a free new bike.

Bella biked away with Edward leaning on her back, completely conked out. She biked to the Dorm Building, and had to piggy-back Edward ALL the way up the FOUR flight of stairs. Honestly. This guy owed her.

Bella was muttering under her breath about the things she did for the goodness of humanity, when she noticed Alice still staring.

"Yes, Alice?"

"Can I just ask what happened?" Alice squeaked.

"Yes, you may. Edward decided to pass out and now we are here," Bella said darkly, and began to unpack. What shitty luck. Now, she was so behind on homework and she had to get to her FIRST DAY of her new job.

She was working at a bakery/flower shop/coffee shop combination down the street. It wasn't all that mainstream, but she loved the fudge and cappuccinos there. When she had gone in for a job interview, she had been offered free fudge and coffee. The owners were incredibly nice and her colleague, Eric something, was sorta sleazy but still cool.

"That doesn't really answer my question, but when it comes to Edward, I should know by now not to ask," Alice said, laughing melodically. MELODICALLY. Honestly, Alice, why are you at this private academy? Go join Broadway. You're musical even when you're breathing.

"Uh… he passed out, like, right in front of the Academy. And nobody would fucking help me! I thought Edward was supposed to be the hottest guy at the Academy or bullshit. Why wouldn't anyone help save a life??" Bella complained. Her shoulders were sore as hell. Alice laughed at the pained look on Bella's face.

"Oh, well, you see, most girls at the Academy are just fixated with Edward because he's sexy, and apparently because he's mysterious and unique. This element of mystery contributes to his appeal. Nobody knows what the hell's going on with him. He either skips class, or sleeps in the back. Still, he's the top student at the Academy and teachers can't really say anything about that. The closest anyone ever got to confronting him was Victoria, and nobody really knows how that went down. He doesn't talk much and honestly, people find him hard to approach. Very hard to approach. Along with their endless lust for him, they're pretty intimidated. Then, this random new student comes in at the middle of high school and suddenly, she's his new best friend. People are just confused right now, but soon, they'll be pissed. Either way, today when he passed out, it just deepened their confusion and I think they were probably more concerned about figuring out what the hell was going on between you and Edward, rather than trying to help you out. I'm not going to say they aren't intimidated by you too. They've never seen a person like you at the Academy before."

Alice recited this like she was reading out of a Science textbook. She said everything casually, too, as if this was just a lecture on Chemistry. Bella winced, processing this new information. Edward wasn't exactly mysterious, more… weird. Now, he just sounded messed-up. Seriously, it would be regrettable for someone so beautiful to go live in a hole, but maybe that would be the healthiest thing for him. Hello? He doesn't talk to people? What a pitiful and lonely existence.

Alice was staring, obviously expecting a response.

"Ahh… well. That's…. lovely. Uh…" Bella stuttered. How was she supposed to respond to this anyway? She was just as confused as the rest of the student body.

Fortunately, she didn't need to elaborate on her random phrases, because suddenly, Edward burst into a fit of coughing. He was sweating in copious amounts. Bella wondered why he hadn't drowned in his own sweat yet. Immediately, she bounded over and placed a hand over his forehead. DAMN! It practically burned her hand. She actually checked for singe marks.

"Holy shit, man. You are HOT. And by HOT, I mean burning with fever. Well, you are admittedly gorgeous too, but unfortunately, that doesn't count for much if you're just going to die in an hour. STOP WITH THE SEIZURES. Dude," Bella said. Alice giggled. Even Edward, who Bella had thought was unconscious, smiled… and then burst into another coughing fit.

Frantically, Bella pulled her hair into a ponytail and then went over to the sink. She looked in her suitcase for a towel or anything, but unfortunately, she couldn't find anything. She had hastily threw her entire room into her suitcase the night before departing for school. Of course, nothing had a rightful place.

Therefore, she just snatched a random T-shirt and shoved it under the sink. She turned on the cold water and then filled a bowl with cold water and then walked over to her bed. Great, where was she going to sleep tonight? There was a guy infected with bubonic plague in her bed. Oh, well. The floor always worked.

She set the bowl down and put her wet t-shirt over Edward's head. Unfortunately, she had not yet developed any caring, maternal instincts quite yet. Therefore, she had sloppily slapped it over his head. Then, realizing she hadn't done a really good job, she adjusted it. His eyebrow twitched.

"Sorry," she muttered. Then, feeling like she had to make up for her horrible maternal instincts, or lack thereof, she kissed him on the cheek. He smiled again, and Alice giggled from the sidelines.

"Hey, want to give a helping hand? You could always read him a bedtime story while I go fix him some soup or something. At least I can cook, I hope," Bella said. Alice smiled and skipped gracefully over.

These dormitories were fucking huge. Alice took at least two minutes to get over to Bella and Edward.

Unfortunately, at that time, Jasper entered the room. Alice immediately skipped two minutes over to the door to give him an embrace and a quick kiss. Or not a quick one.

"Bella… and uh, Bella's invalid. That Edward? Well, may I borrow Alice? We're going to see a movie," Jasper said, smiling slightly. Bella blinked.

"Sure, go ahead. Sounds sweet," Bella said. All she could think of when Alice and Jasper left was about how cute they were together. Huh… at least now Bella knew she had a feminist side. Was this even called a feminist side? Weren't feminists people who believed women could be awesome like men?

Groaning about her stupidity, Bella sidled into the kitchen, keeping a wary eye on Edward to make sure he wouldn't cough a lung out.

Then, in the kitchen, Bella quickly threw something together. She hummed while she worked. Well, it wasn't exactly working… It was more looking in the fridge for stuff she could stuff into a blender. She didn't even notice when Edward stumbled in, panting like a mad dog. Not until he came over and leaned his against her shoulder, breathing heavily. Geez, and he was breathing fine this morning. How did he suddenly come down with pneumonia?

"Hey, dude. Don't get too close or you're going to give me your disease," Bella said. Still lacking in maternal instinct, she had forgotten to demand him to return to bed and rest. Edward chuckled, Bella could feel it. God, even when he was dying, he smelled good.

"I AM DONE!" Bella finally said victoriously. He smiled and gave her a little hug. She held out a bowl to him.

"Whoa… a vanilla sundae," Edward said. Bella frowned. That wasn't exactly the reaction she was going for. She personally found that this vanilla sundae turned out gorgeous. Maybe he was allergic to vanilla ice cream? Like that was even possible. Ice cream was the meaning of life.

"Yes, a vanilla sundae," Bella said, waiting to hear him say that he couldn't eat it because he was lactose intolerant or something. Instead, he just took the bowl and sat at a table. Bella stood there, blinking. Edward was still in his half-wet clothes. He motioned for her to sit with him. Bella went over. Edward handed Bella a spoon.

"Share," he said. Was he incapable of saying a full sentence?

"Are you incapable of saying a full sentence?" Bella asked aloud.

"Heh… it hurts to talk right now," Edward said, getting a huge spoonful of ice cream and putting it in his mouth.

"Right," Bella said.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm not a big talker. This ice cream is good. Usually, people make chicken soup or something when someone's sick. But I think I like ice cream better," Edward said. Bella smiled.

"Haha. Well, I make ice cream because to me, chicken soup can just kiss vanilla ice cream's ass. I don't think I ever grew out of my ice cream fetish," Bella said, stuffing herself with ice cream. Edward smiled.

"Come on, eat it. Or else you're going to make me feel like a fatass. And I don't want to be a mother, but you might need to go back to bed when you're done. You look hellishly pale. Oh yeah, and you also need to tell me why you were fine this morning and suddenly passed out after school. THE TRUTH. You can do that when you're in bed. Talking about your life story might help you fall asleep. Otherwise, I might have to drug you," Bella rambled. She was apparently very good at rambling. Especially around Edward Cullen. He chuckled again.

"I'm done, but I think I should stall with the drugging," Edward said.

"Well, actually, there will no drugging because you WILL tell me what's going on with you. So you can stall that all you want, but it's inevitable, kiddo," Bella said, picking up the bowl to wash it in the sink.

"Oh yeah, and you will have to keep it within half an hour long because I have a job to get to. I love you but I'm not skipping my job for you. I'm sure you can sleep on your own. And I'll keep a dictionary or something by you so that if someone tries to come in and rape you, you can throw it at them," Bella said. Edward laughed again.

"That will sure decapitate them. But FIRST, you have to tell me what's going on with you!" Bella said. Edward leaned back in his chair and put his face in his hands.

"When you get back," he said. Bella rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but definitely when I get back," Bella said.

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OOOH SUSPENSEE bwahaha