In the days that followed, all Mike could talk about is his stupid party, which I knew was going to be so fucking lame. I didn't know why I wanted to go anyway. Bella kept a sharp eye on me, but I didn't care, I showed her defiance in my step when I walked past her table and when I sat at our usual lab table, it was the same. She returned my defiance with a scowl, and that was how it was until the party.
I changed my outfit several times that afternoon, hoping to impress Bella all while looking drop dead gorgeous for all the ladies there. The perfect outfit finally arrived, black see through t-shirt, some tight pants, and my nikes. I messed my hair up, like I'd just been sleeping on it, and then smiled satisfactorily at my reflection. Here we go, I thought, grabbing my keys to the Chevy and hopping in.
As I pulled up, the party was in full swing. People were already dispersing out to the lawn and talking in groups. Others were laughing loudly, already drunk. Not much fun inside, I see. I swung the car around and parked outside his house, and got out of the cab. I pulled my denim jacket on, and headed inside.
Of course, Mike was in over his head drunk. "Dude, you made it! Come join the party!" He yelled, his beer sloshing over his cup.
"Yeah, sure." I said, and grabbed someone's cup of beer from them, downing it in one gulp. I planned to get so wasted tonight...
I was on my fourth or fifth cup, I couldn't remember, but some frat boys asked me to play beer pong with them, so I agreed. I whipped their asses, and was paid 50 dollars as the reward.
"Who wants to challenge me, the beer pong king?" I yelled so everyone could hear. In my peripheral vision I could see a pale figure moving in the back, watching me. I'd forgotten the person's name, what was it, Breanna? Bree? I knew it started with a B.
People gathered to watch me win the next set of beer pong. I downed cup after cup until I couldn't see anything and it was impossible for me to even play. I staggered back, and then tripped on the rug, falling on my ass.
I shook my head, looking up at the people watching me worriedly. The figure in the corner moved forward, all pale and gold-eyed. "Are you okay?" She asked, her voice velvet and honey. I couldn't get anything out, just a squeak, and then I blacked out.
When I woke up, I wasn't even sure where I was. It wasn't until I felt the breeze in the room that I realized I was in my room. Oh shit, Charlie! I sat up only bed, moaning at the pain in my head.
"You really took a spill tonight." A voice came from the darkness.
I jumped at the sudden sound, and looked around. "Bella?" I whispered, and grabbed my head.
"It's me." She came out of the shadows, and sat down on my bed. She did it so gracefully, I almost thought she wasn't human. Maybe she wasn't. "I told you plenty of times you shouldn't have gone."
"Really?! God, Bella, your not helping my headache." I leaned back, my hand still on my head.
"Fine, do you need anything? Ibuprofen? Advil?" She asked, and got up off the bed.
"Advil. Maybe like three or four. God my head..."
She was out the door and returned merely a fraction of a second later. I was too much in pain to figure out how she did that.
"Here." She gave them to me, and I took them from her, popping the pills in my mouth and swallowed them with the water. Already my headache was starting to dissolve.
"Better?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
"Why me? Out of all the boys you could pick, you pick me. What's so special about me?" I ask, when the pounding in my head stopped.
"Because, Edward, your really hard for me to read. It's like your blocking your thoughts without knowing it."
"Mom always called me her 'open book'. Not that I care now..." I responded, throwing back the rest of my water.
"You should care." Bella raised her eyebrows.
"Why? What has that stupid bitch ever done for me?" I ask, and set the cup on the nightstand.
"She's your mom, I don't have to answer that for you." She watched my reaction, exhaling sharply.
"Yeah, your right, you don't. Why are you even here?" I was in a mood now.
"Well you passed out on the floor and people were laughing at you. I figured I'd do you a favor and take you home."
I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. "Why didn't you just leave me there? I don't even care anymore."
"I...I don't know." Bella mused.
After a while, I fell asleep on Bella's shoulder, without meaning to. It was so comfortable, and I felt safe around her. I felt bad for being an ass to her, but all my anger toward my mom couldn't be bottled in anymore.
In the late morning, I woke again to find Bella gone and the window wide open. Of course. I sighed, and ran a hand through my hair, hearing a knock on my door.
"Come in." I called, and Charlie came in.
"Where did you go last night?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"Mike threw a party because his parents were away, so I went." I shrugged.
"Well I had to go and put an end to that party. You know why?"
I looked away toward the window. "Because it was too loud?" I said sheepishly.
"No, because of you and your loud mouth!" Charlie said, sternly.
"I..." I tried to say, but he held his hand up.
"You aren't allowed to go out for a month. Your phone stays with me." He held his hand out.
"What? That's not fair!" I said, my voice raised.
"Edward, I'm doing this for your own good. Hand it over."
I sat there for a second, and then grabbed my IPhone and handed it to him.
"Thank you. You can have it back after your month's over."
I growled under my breath, and waited until Charlie was gone. Then I grabbed my pillow and screamed into it.
"Someone had a bad morning." I heard Bella say.
"Go away. It's all your fault."
"My fault, that you chose to go to the party? Mmm, not likely."
"No, it's your fault I'm in this situation!" I yelled, gritting my teeth.
"Fine, you don't want me around, I'll stay out of your life." Bella said, and was out the window before I could even comprehend that she'd moved.
What was she hiding? I needed to find out what it was, and fast.
Around lunchtime, I ran back upstairs and booted up my old computer. I needed to get a laptop or something. While I waited, I started to clean up my room a bit. It was getting messy, and I was sort of embarrassed now that Bella came in and saw it like this.
I had made my bed when the computer finally got to the login screen. I typed the password and then waited for that. It was testing my patience today, I just knew it.
When it finally loaded, I clicked into the internet and googled Bella's last name. It didn't come up with anything, only that they lived in Alaska for two years before moving to Forks.
Right then, I was stuck. What else could I type in? Her fast movement? It wasn't even human.
Typing in 'speed' to the google bar, it came up with sites affiliated with myths and legends. Curiosity getting the better of me, I clicked on each one. Some talked about mythical creatures with impossibly good looking features, pale skin, and running close to the speed of sound.
Some websites' descriptions matched Bella, but I couldn't get anything off her speed. I would have to observe her more and then confirm my theory.
It had snowed on Sunday, making the ground thick with ice. I laced on hiking boots, hoping it would work over ice. I placed a jacket over my shirt, and then headed out to the truck. Charlie had placed snow chains on the tires the night before, after the snow stopped, so I was grateful.
I treaded carefully over the ice till I reached the cab, and then got in, starting the truck and heading down to Forks High.
It wasn't till I got to the school traffic light that I realized someone was skidding toward me, and fast. I spun around in my seat, and only made one noise of horror before shutting my eyes. I braced myself for the impact, but it wasn't anything bigger than rocking the cab. Opening one eye, I looked around in confusion, but saw no one but the person in the other car.
"Swan, I'm so sorry! The ice is super slippery!" The man apologized.
Bella was standing by her car, her eyebrows raised in amusement or something else. She was part of it, I had a gut feeling.
Getting myself together, I pulled my car into the parking lot, avoiding the ambulances. Charlie would freak if he knew I was part of the accident.
I parked the cab and got out, my gaze fixed on Bella. She smirked, and walked away from my knowing stare, headed to class. She was going to tell me what she's hiding, whether I drill her or not.