The Twilight Saga is the rightful property of Stephenie Meyer. I only take credit for my own ideas.
Chapter Six
"Felix," Rosalie muttered under her breath, shaking her head as her massive boyfriend walked over this way, his lip curled over his teeth in a half-snarl.
"I've got a bone to pick with you," Felix shouted, causing the students in the cafeteria to turn away from their lunches, looking at the two football players that stood around our table. A blush crept across my cheek as I realized that Felix was drawing unnecessary and unwanted attention, something I personally didn't like.
Emmett pursed his lips as he watched the ex-quarterback walk up to him, practically stomping his way over here, before Felix got in his face. "Whoa, dude, you got some rank breath," Emmett teased, waving his hand in front of his own face.
"Listen, dude," Felix mocked, "I don't know who you think you are but you can't barge into this school and think you're the big man on campus. That's me! I'm the boss here."
"Easy man," my brother raised his hands in front of him, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just living my life, bro."
Felix barked a laugh. "Oh, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about, bro," he said through gritted teeth before I noticed his fists clenched together. "You think you can walk into this school and have everything at your feet? First the quarterback position and now my girl? You've got some nerve, boy, and you better start explaining yourself."
With a shrug, Emmett crossed his arms. "Maybe if you were a better player you wouldn't have lost the position."
Oh, Emmett, I thought as I shook my head. My brother liked to deal with these guys who thought they were all that by joking with them, especially if they were about to get into a brawl. He thought it was his way of trying to "stop the violence" but really, it just pissed people off more.
And you could tell that that was the reaction that Felix was having right about now.
"Fuck you!" he said, spit flying out of his mouth (eww) as he jabbed his finger into my brother's chest. "I'm the best God damn player in this town. I'm going to make it big."
"Obviously not," Emmett shrugged again, "or else you'd still be quarterback."
Felix's lip twitched before he pointed a finger at Rose. "Then why were you over here trying to steal my girl, huh? I know she's hot as fuck but that doesn't give you the excuse to take her from me."
Like you're better for her? Please, I saw you cheating on her, scumbag, I thought as I tried to avoid the stares that the students were giving, taking a sip out of my water.
"Guys can't talk to girls without it being flirty? Really?" my brother asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not ones who are out to get me," Felix answered before he put his hands on my brother's shoulder and shoved him. "Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend alright?"
Emmett's lip twitched, and I knew that that meant he was getting close to losing it. Normally he wasn't one for fights, but if you pushed his buttons, shit was about to go down.
My brother took a deep breath, however, and cocked his head to the side. "Kind of hard to do if our parents are friends, right?"
Felix shoved him once more before grabbing the fabric of his shirt, crinkling it in fists as he got into Emmett's face. "Stay. The Fuck. Away." Letting go of Emmett's shirt, I could see that Felix was this close to throwing a punch, his hands still clenched into fists as he glared at my older brother.
"You really want to do this?" Emmett asked, raising an eyebrow. "You really want to get your ass beat by the guy who stole your spot on the football team? Won't that just be proving why I got it?"
Oh shit, Emmett was done teasing and he was going straight for vulgarity. That meant that his buttons had been pushed. Standing up, I sidled myself in between the two giants, looking at my brother with concern in my eyes.
"Emmett, don't," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "You'll get suspended."
"That's right, let the girl save you," Felix barked, turning to look over at the jock table, his friends laughing with him.
Emmett's lip twitched as he glared at Felix. "Bells, get out of the way. I have to do this."
"No, Emmett," I said, "think…what would Mom and Dad say?"
"Move out of the way, Girl Scout," Felix called before I felt his hand on my wrist, almost like a vice grip as I was thrown out of the way.
Being the clumsy girl I was, I didn't like being thrown or pushed or whatever, as it usually ended up in an injury. To prevent my skull from being cracked on the tiled floor, I turned around and let my hands catch my fall, only as soon as I was done falling, I felt a sharp, intense pain in my left wrist.
Turning over on my right side, I let out a "Fuck" while holding my arm with my right hand.
Emmett looked concerned as he looked at me before I saw the fury in his eyes. "That's it. No fucker messes with my sister," he said before he sent a fist flying towards Felix's face.
No one seemed worried about me as they all chanted "fight", watching the two large boys brawl in the middle of the cafeteria, hoping to see some blood. That was great.
"Let me help you up," I heard someone whisper before I turned to see Jake bending down next to me, offering his hands. "Come on," he said, flashing his dazzling smile.
Nodding my head fervently, I grabbed his hands with my one good one and let him pick me up off of the ground. Once I was on my feet, he threw my arm over his shoulders, which caused me to chuckle.
"It's not my leg that hurts, it's my wrist," I said, showing him my left wrist.
Since he was a boy and boys were curious, he poked it, which resulted in me sucking in air through my teeth. "Ooh," he said with an apologetic grin, "sorry."
I rolled my eyes. "Can you take me to the nurses' station? I don't think the teachers are going to be worried about me," I nodded towards the two boys who were now moved to the wall, Felix's back pressed up against it as Emmett threw punches left and right. The teachers would be arriving soon and I had a feeling they'd need more than two to pull those two apart.
Jake nodded and walked me around the crowd that gathered around the dueling boys before we ended up in the hallway. Coach Clapp and several other staff members were racing down the hall way, their shoes slapping against the floor like crazy, before they all shouted at the students in the cafeteria.
Glad I wasn't in there.
Jake and I walked, though not with my arm around his shoulder, to the nurses' station before he knocked on the door, leaning against the door frame casually.
The nurse looked up from her desk. "How may I help you?"
"I think I broke my wrist?" I said, though it came out more like a question, before I walked in, trying to be careful and not move my wrist at all.
She looked at it, twisting it and turning it, causing it to hurt more, before she nodded. "Might be broken, might have a sprain. Hard to tell without an x-ray. I'll write you a note to get you out of class so you can go to the hospital. Do you need me to call your parents to take you?"
"She has a ride," Jake answered. "She just needs a note."
"I don't let students go out of the building without their parents," she said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Both of my parents are working, though, and my brother is probably about to get suspended," I said truthfully. "Please. Can you make this one exception?"
She pursed her lips before sighing. "Just this once, I suppose. I will call your parents to have them meet you at the hospital, though."
I nodded. "That's okay. I just don't want to wait here for them."
"Run along now and hope it's not too busy at the hospital," she said with a nod as Jake stood up, offering his hand before we walked out of the school building. Despite my wrist hurting, I was glad that Jake was with me, he was just…warm. I couldn't describe it.
Regardless, I was going to the hospital, which wasn't a trip to the ballpark for someone as clumsy as me. Or someone who hated attention like me.
With a sigh I climbed into Jake's Mustang and prayed no one would bother me at the hospital.
"You sure you don't need anything, Bella?" Jake asked for the umpteenth time now, his foot tapping impatiently against the carpet. "Water? A pillow for your wrist?"
"I just need them to hurry up, Jake," I said, throwing my head against the back of the chair while we waited in the waiting room at Forks General. We had signed in about thirty minutes ago, but no one had yet to come and get me.
"You could always feign chest pains. I know that doctors and nurses always get worried when someone complains about their chest hurting and they rush them to the back. Yeah, they might not see you right away, but at least you won't be in the waiting room any longer," he suggested with a shrug.
Biting my lip, I looked around the waiting room. The Hospital at Forks also operated as a doctor's office, considering Forks was such a small town, and you could tell that some of the people here were just waiting for their doctor's nurse to call them back. There was a woman with a screaming toddler, trying to hush him as quickly as she could, as well as a man who sneezed into a tissue.
"It's not the waiting that's bothering me," I started as I glanced at a woman with a cast on her right leg, crutches leaning against the chair next to her. She saw me looking and casted a smile before reaching for her phone. "It's the attention."
Jake chuckled. "Really? You don't care about being in a waiting room full of sick people? I'm afraid I'm going to catch their germs just by being in the same room."
I rolled my eyes. "It's not funny, Jake. I just don't like attention."
"I would've figured someone as beautiful as you would be used to attention by now," he said, looking into my eyes as his left hand started to reach for my right, his lips pursed and his brow knitted together.
Suddenly, he leaned forward, closing his eyes as he attempted to close the distance between us. My breath was caught in my throat as I realized what was happening.
Dear lord. Here? Now? my mind raced as I closed my eyes, trying to prepare myself for what was about to happen.
"Bella?" I heard a familiar voice call and I immediately wanted to smack my forehead. Thanks Dad. Great timing. Opening my eyes and turning towards the doors, I saw my Dad walking in, decked out in his uniform, complete with the bulky jacket. "What happened? Why did the nurse at school call and say you were at the hospital?"
"Hi, Dad," I said with a smile as Jake cleared his throat.
"I'm going to uh…see what's taking so long," he said before he stood up and walked towards the counter.
"What's he doing here with you?" Dad asked, pointing to Jake. "Did he hurt you?"
I shook my head and stood up, trying to be careful and not move my left wrist at all. "No. Emmett was about to get in a fight with this guy named Felix so I tried to stop them but Felix threw me out of the way and when I tried to catch myself with my hands, I think I might've landed on my wrist the wrong way and broke it. Jake took me to the nurse and then he drove me here."
Dad looked at me skeptically for a minute before he sighed. "Alright, well, are you in any pain?"
Pursing my lips, I looked at my wrist. It was still hurting, heck, it was still hurting a lot but I didn't want to sound like a girl that couldn't handle an injury. After all, being as clumsy as I was, I was used to injuries. This wasn't as bad as when I broke my leg after Emmett did a "cannonball" on the trampoline, sending me flying into the grass when I was ten, so I knew I could handle it.
"Just a bit," I said, feigning a smile. "I'm fine, Dad, don't worry."
"Uh-huh," he said with a nod as he crossed his arms. "How long have you been here?"
"About thirty minutes?" I said, though as it escaped my lips it came out more like a question.
Dad looked at the counter just as Jake started to walk back to us. "Give me a minute," he said before he headed for the counter, talking to the nurse that sat there.
Jake walked up to me, glancing behind him before he sighed. "Well, since he's here, I guess I can go. Call me when you get home?"
I nodded. "Thanks, Jake, I know you didn't have to do this."
He grinned. "Don't worry about it, Bells. I'll see you tomorrow," he said before pulling me into a quick hug. "And I can't wait for Saturday," he whispered into my ear before he broke the hug and headed for the doors.
With a sigh I turned to see my father in a heated discussion with the nurse. "—I'm the Chief of Police! My daughter has been here for over a half an hour and still has yet to be seen. What kind of hospital are you running?" he half-yelled at the nurse, who looked at him with pursed lips.
"Sorry, sir, we're just busy today…" she said before grabbing the phone. "Let me see if there are any doctors available…" she glanced at me as I walked up to the counter next to my father, trying not to look embarrassed at his outburst, before she started to press buttons on the receiver.
"I'll take it from here, Gianna," I heard a voice say and I turned to see this gorgeous blonde man walking towards us, a smile on his face. I had to take a deep breath as I searched for cameras around me, because I suddenly felt like I was in an episode of Grey's Anatomy or Private Practice considering that this guy was just…not what I'd picture a doctor to look like.
His blonde hair was slicked back and his blue eyes reminded me of the ocean, his smile almost dazzling. He wore a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck, not something I was surprised about, as well as a badge on his pocket that read "Dr. Cullen, Chief of Staff".
My eyes widened. Holy Hell…this is Alice's dad? Jesus Christ…no wonder they were good-looking.
"Chief Swan," Dr. Cullen said, offering his hand to my father, "it's a pleasure to see you again and I'm sorry for the wait. How may I help you?"
Dad took the doctor's hand and nodded gruffly in my direction. "My daughter was involved in a…scuffle at school and she thinks she broke her wrist."
Dr. Cullen nodded with a smile before turning to me. "You must be Bella," he said, offering his hand to me, "Alice has been talking non-stop about you."
"All good things, I hope," I said with a chuckle as I took his hand with my good hand and shook it.
"Of course, my daughter thinks highly of you," he said with a wink before motioning towards a door. "If you'd follow me, I can escort you to a private room."
We both nodded as we followed him, and I had to admit, I was surprised that the Chief of Staff was taking the time out of his schedule to personally see me, a girl with a broken wrist. I could understand if I was having chest pains or a stroke or something, but a broken wrist?
As I walked into the room I had to stifle a laugh as I saw a lamp in the corner that reminded me of the one in the Pixar animation that squishes the 'I'. I got up onto the bed, being careful of my left wrist, of course, before he sat in the desk chair and rolled closer to me.
"Alright, I'm just going to poke your wrist and if it hurts, let me know," he said, looking at me expectantly until I nodded. He reached up and, with one finger, pressed down lightly on my wrist, but that was enough to make the sharp pain I was feeling worse.
"It hurts," I managed to say through gritted teeth.
"Mmm," he said before rolling towards the counter and grabbing the phone. "Nurse Biers? Can you page Ortho to room 121?" he asked into the receiver before nodding. "Thank you." He placed the phone back in its place before giving me a platonic expression. "Well, it appears that you might have a break, but I won't be for certain until we can get an x-ray. After all, I specialized in cardiology and not orthopedics," he added with a wink. "I'm going to go and rush your paper work so that it can be ready before Dr. Hale gets in here to look at you, alright?" he said, standing up from his chair. "Good to see you again, Chief, and nice to finally meet the infamous Bella Swan," he waved before he walked out of the room, leaving Dad and me alone in the room together.
"How bad does it hurt?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Not as bad as you'd think." Of course, that was a lie, because it was hurting like hell, but I didn't want him to know that. Dads were fiercely protective over their daughters.
"Maybe it's just a sprain," he suggested. "If it were a break it would be hurting worse, right?"
"Let's hope so," I said, feigning a smile just as I heard a soft vibrating hum coming from his pocket.
Dad furrowed his brow in confusion before he pulled out his phone, sighing when he saw who was calling. Putting the phone to his ear, he answered with a "Hey, honey," before rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Yeah, I heard, Bella told me."
Oh, I thought, Mom must've heard about the fight.
"How bad is his punishment?" Dad asked, nodding to what he was hearing. "Yeah, that sounds reasonable. At least it wasn't suspension, I wonder how that would look on his permanent record. Well, tell him I'm not mad and tell him I'm glad he stood up for his little sister," he glanced in my direction as he said this.
We could hear a voice on the other side of the door so Dad quickly said goodbye to Mom, throwing in the obligatory "I love you", just as the doctor walked in, and I smiled when I recognized who it was. Dr. Hale as in Jasper and Rosalie's father. His brown hair was slicked back with either hair gel or water and you could tell that he was a little grey around the edges, a light stubble covering his chin. He wore a white lab coat as well, but, unlike Carlisle, he was holding a clipboard.
"Chief Swan, pleasure seeing you here," he said with a grin as he looked at my father. "Though not under the circumstances."
"No, Robert, certainly not," Dad chuckled. "This here is my Bella," he gestured towards me, "I don't think the two of you had a chance to meet."
Dr. Hale, or Robert, as Dad called him, turned to face me with a smile. "Hello, Bella. Glad to finally meet you, even under this situation. You've met my son, Jasper, haven't you?" he asked as he walked to the chair, casting a smile in my direction.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I wonder where this is going. "Yeah, I have. He's really nice. I met Rose, too."
He nodded. "Well, I'm glad that you met them both. You know, you should consider taking Jasper out on a date; I know he speaks fondly of you."
Of course. "Yeah…I don't really think I'm his type, and he's not really mine, so…" I said, biting my lip as I tried to keep myself from saying what I really wanted to say. "Do you think I have a break?" I asked, changing the topic.
He pursed his lips as he got the message and poked at my wrist (what was with all these doctors poking my wrist when I know it hurts?), watching my pained expression before he wrote on the clipboard. "I'll have to wait until we do the x-ray, but it looks like that's what we have here. Just in case it is a break, though, what color would you like your cast to be?"
"Green," I said with a shrug, "I'm not picky."
"Alright, well, I'm going to set up that x-ray and hopefully it won't take long," he said before he headed for the door. "Nice to meet you, Bella." With that, he left.
The x-ray proved that I did break my wrist, but, since it was clean break, I didn't need to have surgery to fix it. Dr. Hale quickly fitted me into my cast, wrapping the green tape around the white stuffing, before he let me go.
The bulky thing was an eyesore, that was for sure, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was going to be a bother on my date this Saturday.
Hopefully Jake wouldn't mind.
A/N: Oh, Bella. The hospital is your second home.
I'm going to give you a fair warning. The story is going to get VERY hetero before we get to the homo aspects, especially in the next couple of chapters. If you can grit your teeth and stick with me, I promise you won't be disappointed with how this story will end.
Also, before I go, I want to tell you to be on the lookout for a new story of mine that should be coming out in the next couple of days, The Secrets of the Olympic Peninsula. It's not a Bellice story, but it is a BeLeah story (because there aren't that many well-written BeLeah stories). You can get a hint as to what it might be about from this banner, made by my lovely Beta, CeCeAsh: http(:/)/i241(.)photobucket(.)com/albums/ff275/megster_1992/The%20Secrets%20of%20the%20Olympic%20Peninsula/TSotOPbanner(.)jpg (Just get rid of the parentheses in the link.)
Next chapter is the bonfire/date at First Beach.