"Please?", I pout and look at him with my best innocent wide eyed look. He gives in after a few seconds and I grin. That was way to easy.

Chapter Three - Part One

Maybe Jake was right in feeling apprehensive on taking me motorbiking. After all I do always seem to find a way to injure myself. Everything was going just fine, Jacob took the bikes out from the back of my truck and he showed me the controls. He even insisted that I wear a helmet and his leather jacket. I started out slow but quickly got bored with that and put my hand on the throttle with more pressure. It felt exhilarating. That is until I realized that I didn't know how to stop.

-

"Jake! You didn't tell me how to stop!", I yell frantically, hoping that he isn't too far back to hear me. He expertly pulls his bike up beside mine not even a few seconds later.

"Gently release the throttle and and clutch at the same time", he yells back. I do as he asks and the bike lurches, "No Bells, even less than that, take it slow but keep the bike going straight".

I release them both even slower this time and start to feel the bike gradually slow.

"That's it Bells".

"What now?".

"Keep on releasing the throttle a little bit faster this time".

I do as he asks but am so concentrated on keeping the bike from lurching again that I don't keep it as straight as I should. The bike suddenly veers to the right and I lose my balance. I faintly hear him swear over the roar of the engine before I hit the dirt.

"Bells! Are you ok Bells?", He anxiously runs over to me.

"Is the bike ok?", I say instantly.

"I don't care about the stupid bike. I asked if your ok".

-

I ended up fracturing my wrist, and of course Jake had to made a huge deal out of it, even though it didn't really hurt much at the time. Despite my aversion to hospitals he dragged me to the ER after telling Billy, who would surely tell Charlie. The whole way back to my place he constantly asked if I was alright, and it was starting to get on my nerves.

"Sure your ok Bells?".

"Yep. Same as 30 seconds ago".

He sighs and looks down at my heavily bandaged right hand, "You scared me half to death, I don't know why I let you convince me to take you".

"It's worse than it looks, really. They gave me pain medication there too".

"I don't care how you think you feel Bells, if I know you you'll make it less than it actually is just to make me feel better".

"It's a fracture Jake, not a break. Ill be fine in a few weeks".

"You shouldn't have gotten hurt in the first place. God Bells". He sounded mad and me but I knew him well enough to know that he was only worried about me. More worried than a normal friend would be. He stops outside my place and turns the engine off.

"Thanks for being so concerned Jake", I whisper and reach out to him with my good hand, turning his face towards mine. His eyes soften a little and a small smile appears on his face.

"You can blame it all on me if Charlie is really angry".

"Thanks but no. If I remember correctly it was all my fault".

He starts to say something but I silence him, "See you tomorrow Jake".

"Bye Bells".

Chapter Three - Part Two

Charlie insists on driving me to school the next day, giving him the perfect opportunity to lecture me, since I avoided that last night. Driving with a sling would probably be hard to do anyway.

"What were you thinking Bella?".

"I was thinking 'Hmmmm why don't I crash this bike and make Charlie mad at me?'", I say sarcastically.

He sighs, "I'm not mad Bella, just trying to figure this out".

"I was bored. Jake had two motorcycles sitting there. I asked him to teach me, he said ok. And my clumsiness took over from there".

"Promise not to go again?".

I groan. Thats the last thing I wanted to do.

"Bella I can't have Jake bringing you home like this anymore. I am supposed to be taking care of you, and that includes putting rules in if necessary".

"Fine. I don't think Jake will take me anymore anyway. He completely spazzed out for no reason".

This seems to cheer Charlie up and we chat about other things until we reach the school. I say goodbye and promise I will get a ride home from school, it's not like my truck is here anyway.

Angela meets me at the front doors as usual, "Oh my god, what did you do?".

"It's nothing really. I am a complete klutz when it comes to the simplest things".

"Then it's not broken?".

"Nope just fractured", I say happily.

She laughs, "That's just as bad".

I shrug my shoulders and wince a little. Apparently I hurt my shoulder a little as well. She looks at me with a concerned expression, "Don't be afraid to ask for help please?". I only nod.

"Bella? Can I speak to you for a minute?", I voice says from behind me. It's the counsellor.

"Ill see you later Angela". She gives me a small wave. I go into the counsellor's office and sit down.

"What's up?", I say.

"There is an opening in the painting class if you want it".

"I won't be able to paint for awhile", I point out.

"That's alright. Ms. King will have you do something else for now".

I think about it for a second. Having a spare isn't as much fun as I thought it would be, actually it's really boring. Having an art class is also probably the easiest of what else I have to pick from, "Alright".

"Great. I think you will really enjoy it. Her room is at the far end of the school in the art wing, room 213. I have already sent her a memo".

"Ok, thanks".

"No problem Bella".

I leave her office and start to walk to my locker. Mike conveniently shows up and I take his offer of help for once.

"You must have really banged yourself up, Bella", he says with concern as I wince from my shoulder again.

"No, just a fracture and some bruises", I say easily, giving him my textbook, notebook and purse to carry.

He laughs uneasily, "Well I am here if you need me". I only nod. I hope he doesn't take this as an invitation to follow me around even more. I throw my water bottle onto the pile and close my locker.

-

Angela is thankfully outside of my class room to help me to my next class, which happens to be my new painting class.

"Ill meet you here after and we can both go out to lunch".

"Alright", I start to go inside when I realize that there is only one student here so far and he is already painting.

"Who's that?", I whisper as I start to admire his messy bronze hair and muscular back.

She looks over at me and her eyes are twinkeling, "That is Edward Cullen".