--Bella--
I was woken up by a rather loud beeping sound. It sounded like a hospital. My eyes shot open to examine where I was.
I was on a hospital bed, but the beeping wasn't coming from me. I sighed in relief. I hate hospitals. But that doesn't explain why I'm here...
My eyes stopped as they landed on a God. My dull brown eyes connected with pretty golden ones. I stopped breathing and my heart sped up.
Edward Cullen stared down at me. His gaze made me a little uncomfortable. But I couldn't look away. He was too dazzling.
My mind was completely frazzled. I had no idea how I could have possibly--
Holy SHIT!
My thoughts came rushing back and I realized that this was caused by a damn basketball. My face suddenly felt hot and I'm sure I looked like a tomato.
I wanted nothing more then to just melt into the bed. This was so embarrassing.
Hopefully he didn't know what'd happened.
He smiled politely. And then he talked. He really shouldn't have done that. "You gave us quite a scare."
I trembled. "Uh..."
Just then a gorgeous looking doctor strolled in. He smiled as he saw that I was okay. "Feeling better?"
I nodded lightly. They were both so perfectly perfect. I couldn't help but feel insignificant under them.
The doctor came closer to the bed.
This was crazy. I felt like I was suffocating.
"I'm Dr. Cullen. I need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?"
I think I nodded. I felt Edward's eyes glued to my face, watching everything I did. I gulped.
"Do you have any idea what happened before you passed out?"
Crap. I didn't want to answer that one.
And it wasn't like I could lie, especially with these two men in the room. I was cracking.
My face turned darker, I could feel it. I mumbled as quietly as possible. "I think I got hit by a basketball." The doctor nodded, unfazed. But Edward Cullen seemed to find this quite humorous.
I didn't even turn to look, but I knew a slight smile was gracing his beautiful features.
I hated Jake for even causing this problem. Arseface. I was going to strangle him with my bare hands.
The doctor nodded politely. "We already ran some scans and it seems you're fine. But you may want to ice your head in case it gets worse."
I nodded nicely. At least he didn't think it was funny.
Moments later, as if I couldn't have been more red in my life, my parents came barging in.
My mother was frantic, kissing my head and checking for any serious injuries. My dad was talking to the doctor, asking how this had happened. I think he may have found this situation comical too.
Dad joined the two of us by my bedside. Edward Cullen was getting up, ready to leave and give us some privacy. A part of me was quite disappointed he was leaving, but the other part was glad as I was getting heavily embarrassed.
"Edward?" Dad looked confused. And quite frankly, so was I. How was he with me when I passed out? Or...what? I was so dumbfounded.
"Hello, sir." Edward smiled nicely. My heart skipped a beat. He sounded so...proper. It was kinda hot. My head suddenly felt a little light.
"Thanks for looking after her." Is that what you would call it? Maybe he should look after me some more. Man, I was a perverted little girl.
"It was no problem, sir." He nodded once more and showed himself the door as my mom and dad continued harrassing me. His cute butt was the last thing I saw before the door slammed.
I wanted to die. Hide under the sheets or...something. That Godly-God just saw me in the worst possible situation. That was not at all how I expected my next meeting with Edward Cullen to be like.
I was pulled ot of my embarrassment as my parents (being paranoid and all) starting bombarding me with a billion questions.
Dad finally sighed. "Honestly, Bells. You've got to be more careful. That basketball wiped you out." Well, when he put it like that...
I'm sure Edward Cullen officially viewed me as a dork now.
--
Mom and Dad didn't let me leave my bed for the next few hours. Like I was in the process of dying or something. They were so overdramatic.
The phone rang. I groaned, answering. "Hello?"
"Where'd you go? I flipped out. Bella, I didn't mean--"
My hand clenched the phone. What the hell kind of friend was he! He didn't even know where I'd been--the hospital. I'm pretty sure best friends are qualified to know that kind of vital information.
"Save it."
"I'm sorry." What exactly was he apologizing for?...I didn't really know. "If it makes you feel better coach put me in the game. I got slaughtered." I couldn't supress the laugh that came out.
"Look Bella..." He paused.
Silence.
Well, this wasn't awkward at all.
"Where'd you go? I was looking everywhere!" This boy sure did have mood swing issues. I pursed my lip. Should I tell him?
"I--" Did he really have to know? Actually, yes. I felt like making him feel bad. I was horrible. "I was in the hospital."
There was a three second pause for dramatic effect. And then I held the phone far from my ear.
"WHAT?" He barked. "Bella, God, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Are you okay? Awww, shit. I'm coming over right now." I rolled my eyes.
"Jake, stop being such a drama queen. My head didn't bust open, luckily." I heard a loud click. Apparently I was talking to the air now.
--
Jake came bustling in about 10 minutes later. "Hey, I got you something." He threw me a brown bag, but I just put it aside for now.
He sat on the edge of the bed. I wasn't happy, he could tell. "How about we get outta here?" I suggested slyly. This room felt like an asylum after hours of staring at the ceiling.
His eyes hardened. "Really, Bella..." He scoffed. "You're in no condition to go anywhere."
"I can go to the bathroom by myself." I objected, crossing my arms and huffing.
"That's different." Eyes narrowed slowly.
"How so?" I pursed my lip to keep from smirking. "I'm pretty sure the bathroom qualifies as 'anywhere'" Victory!
"Just shut up, Bells."
I pouted. "Now, is that any way to talk to an ill woman." My smirk was wide now.
He ignored my childish antics. "Wanna tell me how this happened?" My eyes shut and my hands formed fists under the covers.
"Not really."
"If it's because of that girl, I swear to you Bella, she jumped me. It was like one minute--"
"Save it, Jake. I don't really care what happened." I hadn't meant it to hurt, but it was clear Jake was affected. I tried correcting myself. "You can do whatever you want. It's your life."
His jaw slackened. "But--"
"You don't have to explain Jake." He looked relieved. And then frustrated.
"No. Listen, Bella, I didn't mean for it to happen. And I didn't want it to happen either."
Why was he telling me this?
He froze slightly. But I still didn't understand.
"So, what'd you do to get this way?"
I snorted. "I was born. I think that was the biggest mistake." We both chuckled lightly. "More of like a sports injury, if you must." I smiled up at him. "Very much like you getting slaughtered at that football game. Man, I can't believe I missed that!" He laughed at my frown-y face.
"No seriously, Jake, that would've so made my day." And I would have never let him live it down. If I had been there.
He glowered at me. "You're such a great friend."
"You know it."
We talked for hours on end. Until my parents came barging in to shoo Jake out so I could get my rest.
I watched him turn to leave. And then I wondered about his previous stance. Why had Jake just frozen into place like that? And for the rest of the night I played and replayed the conversation in my head, trying to figure it out.
--Jacob--
I should have told her. Quil and Embry have been dying to get me to tell her.
But I didn't want to make it awkward.
It's times like these when I need real advice. From a woman. I'm sure Leah doesn't qualify. I needed someone more mature...someone like...Emily.
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So...this seems to be more like a BellaxJacob fic? Doesn't it seem like it? It does even to me right about now. So, that's not good, right? Well, anyways, No Edward for you guys because I need to work on him thoroughly. I need to figure out how to make him when it comes to Bella in this story.
Not too overdramatic, right? I'm trying to fix that.
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