Chapter 7: Bella's Dare

Jasper POV:

Dear Lord, what is WRONG with Emmett today?! He's almost killed her, what, 5 times? Emmett had planned some crazy dare, Alice had obviously seen it, and now Edward is calling. Emmett, being the idiot he is, flew across the room and ran into Bella, in an attempt to stop her. I ran across the room, picked her up, and laid her on the couch. Luckily she wasn't bleeding. I don't know how well I could do with her blood pouring everywhere. While I helped Bella, Emmett had picked up the phone that contained a shouting Edward.

"uhhh…..hello?" Emmett said, nervous for his life.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO BELLA? TELL ME NOW!" Edward yelled into the tiny phone.
"SHE FLEW INTO A WALL." Emmett screamed back, just to be louder than Edward.
"SHE WHAT?!! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER!!" he screamed so loud, even I, across the room, could hear it perfectly. Even without my extra hearing sense.
"Geez, Edward, calm down, She's ok..…I think."
"SHE'S PASSED OUT RIGHT NOW." I yelled loud enough for him to hear through the phone.
"Edward, to what pleasure do we owe this phone call?" Emmett said in a sweet, but sarcastic voice.
"On the contrary. Alice just had a vision about Bella almost drowning in the harbor. What's going on?" Edward said, suspicious.
"Oh, we were just going to go on a boat ride, maybe we shouldn't do that." Emmett said, seriousness leaking into his voice at the end. He looked deep in thought.
"Just keep her safe. How is she?' Emmett looked to me for backup. I could feel her emotions of awareness slowly coming back to her.
"She's waking." I said to Edward. Emmett had put it on speaker.
"I want to talk to her." Edward said. Emmett rolled his eyes. He thought Edward was a drama queen. I took the phone and turned off speakerphone. I held the phone to her ear, "Wakey, wakey Bella!"

Bella's POV:

Everything hurt. More than it should. My head felt like someone hit it with a hammer, while my body felt like I was run over by a train. But that's exactly what Emmett was, 5 trains with bulls tied to the front. What did I do to deserve this? I was awoken from a heavenly sound. An angel. Oh crap, was I dead this time? An angel calling my name.

"Bella?" I kept my eyes closed.
"Oh CRAP! I'm dead!" The Angel was silent for a moment,
"What?" my angel asked.
"You're my angel, right?" he let out a chuckle, then whispered, "Bella, open your eyes." I did as he said. Jasper was standing over me, smiling, holding my cell phone to my ear. "Oh." I breathed, and Emmett erupted into laughter.
'Sorry, love, but I'm not that kind of angel." Edward said. Why didn't he believe himself good?
"You are exactly that kind of angel." I said, smiling. Jasper went rigid in his chair.
"Bella, all your lust is killing me here!" he yelled, which, of course, Edward heard and started laughing.
"Are you ok, love?" he asked after he stopped laughing.
"umm, my head hurts, a lot. But I don't think anything SERIOUS……I'm fine." I tacked on at the end after looking at Jasper's and Emmett's disapproving faces.
"I'm coming home." He said. I had to reassure him. Quick.
"No, Edward, I'm fine, really. We are ok. Jasper is taking care of me." I said, smiling at Jasper. He was my favorite brother, he's a protective big brother.
"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding uneasy. "Yes, go hunt. I love you." I said.
"I love you, too." He said before hanging up.

"Well, Emmett, you need to pick a new dare." Jasper said smiling. "huh?" I questioned.
"That's why Edward called, Alice saw you almost drowning in the harbor." The harbor?
"what was I doing in the harbor, Emmett?" I asked raising an eyebrow at him. His expression looked like a kid getting caught sneaking into the cookie jar.

"OK! New dare—" he said changing the subject. I cut him off, "One that doesn't involve me dieing." Jasper snickered while Emmett continued, "I dare you to dress sexy and go to a bar, get drunk, and see how many guys' phone numbers you can get." My mouth was hanging open, and I don't even know for how long. I sat wide-eyed in embarrassment, just from HEARING the dare. But then I composed myself, "And WHAT exactly am I suppose to wear?!"
"I think I can help with that." A soprano voice came from the doorway. It was the voice of a devil. It was the voice of evil.
It was the voice of Alice.