A/N: I really probably should have separated this into two different chapters, but I just felt so extremely bad for leaving all of my faithful readers hanging like that. I swear I didn't purposely abandon you all, but school has been crazy lately. We had to take all these tests on the computer these past two weeks, and I've been busy with a project, so I haven't really had time to update. Okay, well I've had time, but I hit serious writer's block when I did have time, so nothing was ever written. Please, please, please forgive me. And you know what, if you promise to review, I promise to have another chapter up by tomorrow, no matter how hard I have to rack my brain for ideas. Speaking of ideas, does any one have any? I mean, I pretty much know what I want to happen, but the ending is a bit...choppy. So, any suggestions are welcome. And if this chapter sucks, feel free to tell me.

And thanks to everyone who reviewed–I'm sorry I kept you all waiting so long.

CHAPTER 11

BPOV

Mental note to self: Kill Edward the next you see him. Or at least get someone like Emmett to.

Gym was an absolute nightmare. The second I opened the double doors, Mike was next to me, questioning me endlessly about what was going on with me and 'Cullen.'

"So, how do you two know each other? I thought I heard you asking about them at lunch yesterday."

Again, I would have to kill Edward. What was I supposed to say? We hadn't really discussed our story yet, seeing as how I didn't think I'd need one this soon. And if I did, I thought that Edward would at least be here to help.

"We know each other from when we were little," I lied. That sounded so lame, but it was the best I could think of. This was me here, after all. "I didn't recognize him or his name because it's been so long, but we met at…"

Come on, Bella. Think of something. Where could you have met? Edward was supposed to have lived in Alaska, and you lived in Phoenix. Grrr….He was going to die.

"…camp."

Yes!! It might be believable. Maybe. Although, not even Ms. Cope fully believed us yesterday when we fed her almost the exact same lie. I doubted that Mike would believe it, too. But, he's gullible, so who knows?

"Oh, cool." Mike said. "What about the kiss yesterday? Are you two like, together? And why are you if you only know each other from when you were younger?"

"You know what? I have to go change, so I'll catch you later."

This was the one time I'd ever been thankful to be in gym. I rushed to the girls' locker room to change into my gym uniform, brushing off all the stares I got from all of the other girls. Once I was changed, I left, only to see that Mike was already changed, too. Thankfully, Coach Clapp blew the whistle then, signaling the start of class.

We would be playing volleyball today. I remember the last time I played, in the exact same day as today when things were so much different, and it wasn't pretty. This time was much, much worse.

Needless to say, quite a few people were injured, myself included. I gave one poor girl, Heather, I think, a bloody nose. It was a miracle Mike didn't have a concussion from how hard the ball had hit him in the back of the head, and I think Coach Clapp might have even been hurt a little from when I hit the ball straight into his knee. And it wasn't that hard of a ball. Normally, you wouldn't think these things were capable of this much damage, but, again, this was me. I myself sprained my ankle when I tripped while I was running. Wasn't life just great?

I had to be helped back into the locker room to change, and helped back to my locker. Before Mike had even gotten me outside, though, Edward appeared. And I was pissed.

EPOV

It didn't take long to notice that Bella had injured herself why I'd been away. I was just getting back to school, and I decided to wait for her outside of the gym when I heard Newton's thoughts, cluing me in on what happened.

God. When she said she was clumsy, she meant it. It'll be a surprise if Coach ever allows her in the gym, much less play a sport, again.

I silently chuckled, remembering how often and frequently Bella was able to hurt herself, others included.

Her ankle looks pretty bad, though. Should it look that swollen? And red?

This was all I needed to open the gym doors, walking in to make sure Bella was all right. She was headed towards the door, Newton helping her, and with her left foot lifted. When she saw me, I had to do a double take. The look in her eyes was fierce, and it was directed straight at me. Her gaze didn't even soften when I excused a less than willing Newton and helped her out of the doors myself. Her jaw was set, a frown clouding her face. I think it was safe to say that she was less than happy.

"Bella," I spoke softly, so as not to upset her further. "What happened to your ankle?"

Newton had been right when he said that it didn't look good. It was definitely sprained, possibly even broken. Carlisle would most definitely have to examine it.

"I tripped, Edward," she spat out. "And you weren't there to catch me. What else could have happened?"

We reached her locker and she wordlessly gathered her books, stuffing them into her backpack. I was shocked that her locker door didn't fall off when she slammed it, loud enough that all of the students that were already in the hallway stopped whatever they were doing to find the source of the thundering slam.

I took her bag from her, wrapping my arm around her waist for support when she tried to hobble away herself. Once we reached my car, I helped her into the back seat so that she could prop up her ankle. When I was in my seat I turned around to her, watching her for a moment as she stared angrily at the window, almost as if she could make it shatter with her glare.

"Bella," I said, causing her glare to be redirected to me. "Take your shoe off and let me see your ankle, please. I'm afraid that you might have broken it."

"I didn't break it," she grumbled, yet she complied with my request. She resituated herself in the seat so that her left leg was propped on the console between the driver and passenger seat. Her grimace was noticeable when I told her to circle her foot, and the red color it had been earlier was slowly turning a strange purplish color.

"I think you're right," I finally said. "It doesn't look broken, but I can't be sure. You're going to need to get it x-rayed. Carlisle can probably get you in and out fast." I turned back around and started the car. When we pulled out of the parking lot, I think I heard her mutter a,

"Whatever."

With my driving, it didn't take long to teach the hospital. Bella got out of the Volvo and allowed me to help her into the emergency room. I went up to the first nurse I saw and told them to go get Carlisle, or Dr. Cullen, for me. They were used to this, I supposed, so it wasn't long before Carlisle appeared.

What happened, Edward?

"Bella tripped in gym. I was wondering if you could x-ray her ankle. It looks like a pretty bad sprain. Do you have time?"

"Of course I do. Come with me, Bella." Reluctantly, I released my hold on Bella long enough for Carlisle to take her, calling on a nurse for a wheel chair. The entire time, Bella just sat there with the same stone cold look upon her angelic face.

BPOV

"Well, Bella," Carlisle said, "to be honest, it doesn't look good at all. It isn't broken, but it's a pretty severe sprain. You'll have to wear a brace for a couple of weeks."

I groaned. Not again. Apparently, not even going back in time can stop the inevitability of ending up in a hospital with a severe injury. What a shame.

Now, as I sat listening to Carlisle, I felt bad for how I'd treated Edward. Yes, I had a right to be mad, but not as mad as I was. After all, he may have had to do something really important. But, to save myself any future anger, I don't even plan to ask what he did. It's not important. The only thing that's important is getting out of this stupid room.

As soon as the cursed brace was on, Carlisle wrote me a prescription for some pain medication.

"Trust me; in a couple of hours you'll need something," he'd said.

He must have noticed the look of confusion on my face. So far, the only part of this that had truly hurt was when they touched it and when I first tripped it. When I was sitting still, I was perfectly fine.

Carlisle allowed me to stand and walk around a little to get used to the brace. It was, of course, awkward. But, I guess it'd have to do. He walked me out of the examination room to where Edward was waiting right by the door. He took one look at my leg and then chuckled, looking to Carlisle. Whatever he was saying to Edward must have been funny.

"Edward, I want you to take Bella home and then get her pain killers for her."

Edward nodded and then scooped me up, the entire time knowing that I could walk on my own. Of course, this time, I wasn't complaining. To show Edward that I wasn't mad at him anymore—I hate being mad at him and he always dazzles me out of my anger so there's never a point—I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest, feigning a yawn.

"Are you tired," he asked his voice still soft and careful.

"A little," I answered honestly. "Wait, where's Alice?" I straightened in his arms. Hadn't she been with us this morning on our way to school for the second time?

"I called her while I was waiting for you. She said that she saw what happened and that she called Jasper to come get her. Everything's fine."

I relaxed back into him, enjoying the feeling.

"So," Edward said.

"So," I repeated.

"You're not mad at me?" he asked. I smiled inwardly at the worry that was evident in his voice.

"No, I'm not," I shook my head. "I'm sorry for acting like that earlier, but I was still upset that you left and that I had to play volleyball. Those poor people didn't deserve it," I laughed.

"Bella, I'm sorry I left. I know I shouldn't have, but I had a good reason. You see—"

"I don't want to know, Edward," I cut him off. "I have a feeling that I'll find out eventually and I just want to get home."

"Okay, then," he nodded. He kissed my forehead as we got to the Volvo and laid me down in the backseat. "Home it is, then."

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until I woke up in my bed. Edward wasn't anywhere to be seen and it was dark outside, so I figured that he'd be over anytime now. Before he got there, I wanted to take a shower, so I slipped the ankle brace off and gathered my clothes, hobbling my way to the bathroom.

After my shower, I towel-dried my hair and got dressed—a bit sad that my matching cotton pajamas hadn't been bought yet, so I was left with the holey sweats—replacing the brace on my ankle. Figuring that Charlie would want to know why I had been asleep all day, I decided to go downstairs.

Now, being the klutz that I am, I knew that I couldn't just walk normally down the stairs with the brace. I mean, I trip even when I'm not injured, so I knew I would trip if I wasn't extra careful. Slowly, I made my way, only to hear voices as I neared the bottom. They were coming from the living room; so once again, I slowly made my way in there.

What I saw took me completely by surprise. Edward and Charlie were sitting together, actually laughing. Charlie, who as far as he was concerned had never met Edward, was sitting there actually having a conversation and laughing with him. Edward looked up when he sensed my presence, and smiled warmly at me as he motioned for me to come and sit by him.

"Hey, Bells. How are you? Edward said you took a pretty nasty spill in gym today."

"I'm fine. My ankle hurts a little," more than has earlier I noticed, "but other than that I'm fine. Um, why is Edward here?" I asked.

"He was here when I got home, told me that he didn't want to leave you alone."

"I also picked these up for you, Bella."

He handed me a bottle of pills with a strange name on the bottle. I just assumed that they were the pain killers that Carlisle had prescribed and I was thankful to be getting them.

"Thank you, Edward."

Well, wasn't this awkward. I was sitting in a room with my father and my boyfriend, unable to actually do anything that wouldn't tip Charlie off to this fact.

"We were just talking about ordering some pizza or something, for dinner, Bells. Does that sound good?"

I looked curiously at Edward, but he didn't act uncomfortable at the prospect of eating human food, so I agreed.

"Okay, kids. It should be here in twenty minutes," Charlie said when he hung up the phone.

"That's great, Ch- Dad. I'll be in the kitchen."

He nodded, already turning on the TV to most likely watch some game. Edward followed me and as soon as we were out of Charlie's sight he spun me around and kissed me. His lips lingered on mine even when he knew that he should be pulling away. Our boundaries were being crossed, and Charlie was in the next room. This was dangerous…Which is probably what made neither of us stop until Charlie actually walked in on us.

Then, we both jumped apart as if we couldn't get away from one another fast enough, as if we were scared the other had a disease of some sort. I stood by the sink, staring hard at the glass that had yet to be washed. Edward stood by the table, looking down at his feet as if they were the most interesting things he'd ever seen. My face was by far the deepest of all reds.

I took a deep breath, turning around to look at Charlie and catching the smirk on Edward's face. Charlie stood in the entryway, his face almost as red as mine. What must he think of me? To him, I'd been in Forks for three days, and I was already making out with the son of one of the most—if not the—respectable doctors in Forks.

Charlie cleared his throat, but it sounded more like a cough.

"I was just wondering, Edward, if you might—" cough, "—want to call you parents to tell them that you—" cough, "—were staying for dinner."

Edward looked to me and winked before turning around to face Charlie.

"Actually, sir, I think I should be getting home. It's a school night, after all, and I still have some homework to do."

"Okay," Charlie nodded.

"Goodbye, Chief Swan, Bella." He began walking out of the kitchen.

"Wait," I said. Charlie looked surprised but Edward simply turned. "I'll walk you to your car." More like hobble, I thought. I noticed that the dull ache I was feeling in my ankle was beginning to hurt more and more.

He nodded, saying bye to Charlie again and followed me outside. When we got to his car, I felt a sudden sadness overwhelm me. I didn't want him to leave.

"You'll be back, right?"

"All I have to do is drop my car off and I'll be back." He gave me a quick kiss and then he was gone. I watched as he car sped off and then sighed as I walked back into what would most likely turn into the Spanish Inquisition.

EPOV

I have to admit that I was surprised when Charlie walked in on Bella and me kissing. Clearly, I'd been too distracted to hear or sense him coming, but I relaxed when I heard that his thoughts were just curious. He wasn't angry, he wasn't all that surprised, but just genuinely curious.

After I left Bella's, I went straight home. Being away from her was torturous already, and I was anxious to know what Charlie had said to her once I was gone.

Alice was already laughing when I walked in the door, and the family was giving her strange looks.

You…ha ha ha…got caught. Ha ha. Edward got caught making out with Bella! Oh, my God. Could that be any funnier? And the look on your face, Edward! Priceless.

I smiled at her and shook my head, heading upstairs quickly to grab one of the gifts I'd gotten Bella when I had to leave school today. This would just be one of the many, and she would get one every night until Valentines Day, only about a month away. But, this date was flexible depending on whether or not I could wait until then.

When I walked in my room, I was surprised to see Avery sitting on my couch, listening to what seemed like Claire de Lune on my stereo.

"Hi," she smiled. "I hope you don't mind, but I got bored in my room and I needed to listen to some music."

"It's fine," I answered. "I'm just here to get something for Bella."

I crossed over to my closet where I'd stored the bag earlier, and got what I needed. When I turned around, Avery was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder.

"What did you get her?" she asked.

"A present," I answered, taking a step to the side. She just continued to move closer.

"Can I see it?"

"I'd have to unwrap it, and I'm already late. Bye."

I practically ran out the door, shouting goodbye to everyone on my way out. The run to Bella's cooled my mind, and I erased all thoughts of Avery's strange behavior. I was probably just hallucinating again, anyway.

A/N: I realize Edward was a bit...OOC at the end, but that'll be explained a little later. Maybe. If I figure it out. Oh, and many of you are wondering why Edward had to leave Bella alone. That should probably be answered in the next chapter, or the one after that. And here's a little hint at what might happen...It involves jewelry. But, anyway, whatever. Oh, and don't worry, Jacob will come into the story soon, and Victoria too. I just felt that since I kept you all waiting so long, you wouldn't want a bunch of heavy stuff right away. Review, review, review! And even if you don't, I guess I'll still post another chapter tomorrow, because that's how nice I am.