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Chapter Seven: A Real Date

Bella's Point of View

I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not doing anything wrong. I chanted these five words over and over again in my head, trying to make them true, but the stabbing feeling of guilt in my stomach refused to cease.

I knew Alice and Rose would be worried. After all, I was sneaking out again, and this time I wasn't going to bring my cell phone. I decided to quickly scribble down a note telling them not to worry and left it on my bed.

I took a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I looked decent and then quietly opened my bedroom door. As far as I could tell, Alice and Rose were both still sleeping, so I noiselessly tiptoed towards the front door.

"Bella? What are you doing?" Alice's voice scared me, causing me to let out a shriek. I covered my mouth and listened to see if I had woken Rose up.

Once I was sure of Rosalie's unconsciousness, I said, "Just going for a walk." Alice eyed me skeptically, so I added, "Why are you awake at six in the morning?"

"Can't sleep." Alice yawned and continued walking toward the refrigerator. I assumed that was approval for my departure, so I quickly and quietly closed the door, then began to run down the long hallway towards the elevator.

Jasper's Point of View

Around 10 in the morning our door was flung, no, more like smashed open by Bella's two friends. Emmett and I had been previously arguing near the door about our assumptions of where Edward was. Suddenly we heard a bang. We turned and met the eyes of two gorgeous women aiming guns at us. I was terrified, but Emmett just chuckled and asked, "What can we help you lovely, young ladies with this morning?" They didn't respond, so Emmett continued rambling nonsense. "Clever, that's what you are. Having Bella get Edward out of the house so you can kill off me and Jasper, now that's smart. Why didn't I think of that? Now with-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" interrupted Alice.

"Um… it's easier to kill us if Edward's not here, right? Wasn't that your plan?" Emmett asked.

"Not that. What did you say about Bella and Edward? Is she with him right now?" Alice started to get angry.

"Well, I'm guessing that Bella left around six this morning, right?" When Alice refused to say anything, Emmett continued, "You see, Edward left about that time, too, so we assume he went with Bella."

The two glanced at each other, looking concerned. Emmett's distraction was working, whether he meant it to or not. Now that I was beginning to feel confident, I said, "How about we talk about this? Do you want anything to drink?"

The blonde spoke for the first time. "Fine. We'll talk, but nothing to drink. It's probably poisoned."

I smiled as politely as I could. "We haven't been properly introduced yet. I'm Jasper, and that's Emmett."

"I'm Rosalie, and this is Alice." So the blonde's name is Rosalie.

"Can I call you Rosie?" Emmett asked. She said no.

The two women finally lowered their guns and went to sit in our living room while Emmett and I followed. Once we were all seated and comfortable we discussed the problems with Bella's and Edward's attraction to each other and how we could end this problem. I could tell that Alice and Rosalie felt uncomfortable with being in our house, but fortunately it was a very calm and mature conversation; at least, until Emmett was rude. "I guess Bella's not very bright. She's in love with the guy she's supposed to kill. How twisted is that?"

This made Rosalie extremely mad. "She's my friend!" she growled through her teeth while standing up.

"Just because she's your friend doesn't mean she's a genius," Emmett argued back, also standing so he could be taller than her.

They approached each other until they were standing just a foot apart. Rosalie clenched her fists, and the rest was just a blur. She punched his face with a powerful right hook, sending him toppling into our glass coffee table. His weight was too much for the table: it broke, shattering into a million sharp pieces. Emmett shrieked when the glass cut him. I wanted to help, but all I could do was watch.

Rosalie just stared at the calamity until Alice jumped up and grabbed her arm. "Maybe we should go," she whispered. Rose nodded and allowed herself to be dragged out by Alice.

"Emmett?" I asked the motionless body on the floor. He simply grunted in response, so I spoke again. "Are you okay?"

"If I move, the glass will dig in deeper." His voice was strained, as if he was in severe pain.

"What can I do?" I asked. By now his blood was seeping into the carpet.

"If you could clean up some of the glass around me, I might be able to stand up."

I tried to follow his instructions as quickly as could, which was difficult because of my crutches, but eventually the carpet was moderately free of glass. Once he was standing I immediately pushed him towards my car.

"Where are we going?" Emmett asked weakly. He must have lost more blood than I originally thought.

"The hospital."

"Okay," Emmett agreed, "but when we get back we need to have the talk with Edward." He giggled. Giggling is a bad sign, I thought. I really need to get him to the hospital.

Bella's POV

It was almost midnight by the time I got back, so I quietly closed the door to our apartment, knowing I was going to be in trouble with Alice and Rose. The apartment was completely dark. Very suspicious.

I turned on the light, only to be startled by Alice shouting, "Where were you?" Both Rosalie and Alice had their arms crossed and were giving me the look, waiting for me to answer.

"I was just walking around the city." I said innocently.

"Why'd you leave your phone here?" Rosalie asked, holding up my precious cell phone.

"Oh! I must have forgotten it." I said.

"We know you were with Edward," Alice accused.

I pretended to be shocked. "No I wasn't!" I was obviously lying, so I gave up. "Well, I had a good time, and I'm planning on doing it again," I said. I reached over to grab my phone, but Rose drew her arm back.

"Don't get too close to him," Rose warned. I sighed and snatched my phone from her, then went to my room. Once in my room, I jumped onto my bed and dialed Edward's number.

Edward's POV

As soon as I entered my apartment, Emmett and Jasper confronted me. "Where have you been?" Jasper asked, but I could tell he already knew.

"I've got something I need to say," I started to say, but Emmett interrupted me.

"Do you realize her two friends attacked us today?" It was just then that I noticed the cuts that covered Emmett's skin and the broken table. "Don't forget that she's your enemy."

"I don't think I can do this anymore." I said quietly. "I refuse to." They just stared. To make my point clearer I grabbed my gun from room and placed it on the kitchen counter.

"We're going to have to take matters into our own hands," I heard Emmett say while I went to my room. I was about to stop and eavesdrop on their conversation, but my phone rang. Bella.

I answered my phone as quickly as possible. "Hello?" I said.

"Hey," she greeted. "How did your friends handle it?"

"Well… they weren't too happy about being attacked today." A bit of irritation slipped into my tone.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Didn't they tell you?"

"Um… no. I've got to go." Bella hung up before I could say anything else.

Bella's Point of View

I went to Alice's room and knocked on her door. As soon as her door was halfway open, I blurted out, "What happened today?"

She looked at me for a moment before inviting me in. Once we were both sitting cross-legged on her bed, she told me, "We went to their apartment. We were planning on killing them, but instead they mentioned you being with Edward." She sneered when she said his name.

"How did you get their address?" I interrupted.

"We looked on your computer." Her expression was apologetic. "So anyways, we discussed you and Edward and Rose punched Emmett. After that, we left." She waited for me to say something, but I was speechless.

Eventually, I said, "Was Emmett okay?"

"Probably not. He broke a glass table." Alice was smiling, but then her expression changed to a look of curiosity. "So do I get to hear about your date?" So I told her about how Edward took me to a meadow in the middle of the woods. She was surprisingly supportive, and she only interrupted once to comment on how it would have been easy to kill him and get rid of the evidence.

After our conversation, I went back to my room. I considered calling Edward back, but I was afraid he might not want to talk, so instead I just went to bed and dreamed about our meadow.

Sorry it's been awhile. I couldn't figure out how I wanted this chapter to go. And sorry if you didn't like the details about Emmett's blood loss...

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