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Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight series or any of the characters. All of those belong to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer. This story wasn't stolen from anyone, if it is like another story, or your story, it is purely coincidence.

Chapter 2

He had beautiful bronze hair, pail skin, and the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen. I must have stared at him a long time because Alice was poking me the gut.

"Bella! Help me get this up!" The beautiful stranger sat on the ground while Alice was trying to make the pitiful wheelchair stand up by herself. She wasn't the strongest person I've ever met with her little pixie like frame. I stopped staring at the stranger and helped her get the wheelchair to stand upright. That worked for a total of about 2 seconds. It collapsed to the ground and one of the wheels fell off. The angry teenage boy huffed in frustration.

"Hey, Bella?" Alice pulled me to the side, out of hearing range for the stranger when she whispered. "Do you think Charlie will mind if you skipped school today?"

I leaned back to her ear "Um, yes, he would. Why can't you help him? You're the one who ran him over." To tell the truth, Charlie most likely wouldn't mind after he heard what happened, but this strange boy didn't seem to happy with me right now.

"Bella please? You know my parents will take away my credit card if I skip again!"

"That's your fault."

"Please Bella? Don't you love me?" She was doing that again, with the puppy dog eyes.

"Uhh, fine. But if he shoots me, it's on your head!" She gave me a quick thank you, and ran over to the stranger. I hopped in the car.

"Bella?! Can you help me?" It was Alice.

"What is it?" I shouted back, not getting out of the car.

"Can you help me lift him into the car?" I hopped out of the car and went to help the stranger.

"One…..Two….Three" Both of us tried our best to lift him up, we got him about 5 inches off the ground, and then accidentally dropped him.

"Ow! What the heck!" I managed to grumble a sorry, and Alice did the same. This was going to be a long day. We finally got him so both of his arms were around our shoulders. I decided to try my best not to have an attitude toward him.

"Can you hop on your good leg?" I asked, trying not to offend him. Apparently it didn't work. His face turned mad, and something else at the same time.

"What good leg?" He asked, not as a question, more as a statement.

"Excuse me?" I hesitantly asked, not exactly sure what he meant by that.

"I don't have a good leg. I'm paralyzed." He said, even meaner than his last statement… if that was even possible. I registered his words in my head, and instantly felt bad for what I said.

"Oh" I managed to lamely mutter. It took a total of about 10 minutes for us to carry him a few feet into the back of the car and then take his wheel chair and threw it in the nearest dumpster. But finally we were in the car again, driving to the school. It was awkwardly silent the entire way.

"Ok, Bella, here's my credit card, and my keys. In the mall on the 3rd floor there is a store that sells wheel chairs, I'll go to the bathroom and call you in about 20 minutes, okay?"

"Fine…" I grumbled, that kid's attitude was slightly rubbing off on me. Then I mentally slapped myself, he wasn't a kid, although he was acting like it, he seemed the same age if not older than me.

"Thank you soooo much Bella! I owe you one!" Alice quickly kissed me on the cheek and ran inside the school, already over 20 minutes late. Good thing we left early today. I got out of the passengers side and got in the drivers seat. Although I didn't really want to do this, I did love driving Alice's car. I started driving, the mall was 20 minutes away, even in a sports car. It was really quiet for about ten minutes, and it was really getting on my nerves. Every once in a while, I looked in my rearview mirror and caught the stranger staring at me. I looked away quickly each time. After about the fifth time I caught him staring at me, I finally decided to say something.

"Why are you staring at me?" It came out a little meaner than I thought.

"Oh… um, no reason." He looked nervously down at his hands. I really hated when he did that, it was almost as bad as Alice and her puppy dog eyes, it makes me regret whatever I just said.

"Sorry. I guess we got off on a bad start," There it goes, me giving in, just like last time.

"Um, you think so? Getting hit by a car isn't the best way to have a good start." There he goes.. right after I decide to be nice, he gets all sarcastic. He must have seen that I was pissed at him. "Sorry, my name's Edward." "Isabella, call me Bella," There I go, being nice again.

"Isabella…hm." I can't believe the nerve of that guy, didn't I just tell him to call me Bella? "I like your name"

"Thanks," I replied sheepishly, his voice was very, kind. "But, I do prefer that you call me Bella."

"Ok, Bella" I smiled at him, why am I doing this? He was so mean to me a second ago. The conversation ended at that. And there was more awkward silence until we pulled up to the entrance of the mall.

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