Chapter 11
Hey guys!I'm so sorry about taking soooooo long to update!I have been sooooo busy and my life has been full of drama lately just hope you guys can forgive me and review anyway .this chapter should be good but please let me know what you think. I'm going to try to update every Sunday night but I don't know yet .
When I got to my car I slid in easily and pulled the lemonade cap out of my pocket. I starred at it for a moment before I slid my Claire De Lune CD in. I sat back slowly and allowed the gently melodies flow through my body. I blocked out every thought and worry in my mind and allowed my eyes to drift closed. All I could see behind my closed lids was a heart shaped face with deep chocolate brown eyes and button nose. I relished in the feeling in my heart when I saw those beautiful brown eyes.
Another melody other than the Claire De Lune flowing through the speakers. I gripped the lemonade top gently in my palm as the melody came to me naturally, easily and I slowly moved my fingers in the pattern that I would if I had a piano. I smiled with my eyes still closed as the melody came to a close. A name for the melody instantly came to mind and I smiled at how perfect it fit.
I was yanked out of my own world when I heard the heartbeat distinctly belonging to the woman who held my heart. My head snapped in that direction quickly and what I saw made me see red. I saw My Bella being dragged along the sidewalk by a certain Mike Newton. Then I heard his thoughts, "Her breathing is really shallow, I wonder if she's conscious." He thought worriedly. I was about to snap and kill him for hurting her but I caught her thoughts, "I just wish he would lay me on the sidewalk and leave me alone." I breathed a chuckle when I knew she was at least conscious.
I was jogging across the parking lot at human pace the next second. "Is she okay?" I asked loudly when I got closer. He had set her on the sidewalk and she had her cheek on the pavement, "NO," she groaned out. I chuckled lightly, "What happened?" I asked Newton as I kneeled down by her head.
Newton sighed, "I don't know, we were doing blood typing in biology and she suddenly got sick. She didn't even prick her finger." He explained quickly. I tuned into her thoughts, "I hope that I don't throw up on Edward," she thought self-consciously. I shook my head, "I'll take her," I said quietly as I scooped her up gently in my arms. The warmth of her body near mine felt amazing but I shook my head to stay focused.
I walked quickly as her eyes popped open to stare at me in shock, "What is he doing? All this rocking is not helping my stomach." She thought nervously. "What are you doing?" she asked quickly as she clenched her eyes closed to try to control her stomach.
I quickly held her slightly away from my body so she didn't rock as badly. She looked at my face for a second but I watched ahead of us, "he is supporting all my weight on his two arms and it isn't bothering him. Something really is different about him and his family." She thought suspiciously.
I decided to turn her thoughts away from me, "So, you faint at the sight of blood huh?" I asked with a smirk down in her direction. I found it oddly ironic that I was in love with a girl who got sick to the thing that I craved. Sickly ironic that is.
She huffed, "It's more complicated than that," she said stubbornly. I chuckled and listened to her thoughts for the real reason, "There's no reason to tell him that I can smell it and that's why I'm sick. It smell's disgusting." She thought stiffly.
I frowned as I pushed open the door to the office and carried her in. Mrs. Cope saw us immediately and gasped, "What happened?" she asked hurriedly.
I sighed as she pushed open the door to the nurse's room, "Blood typing in biology," I explained shortly.
The nurse sighed when she heard my explanation, "There's always one," she said briefly as she went out with Mrs. Cope to get an icepack for Bella's forehead.
She was staring at me when I asked her, "How are you feeling?" I asked quietly.
She shrugged, "The room has partially stopped spinning," she retorted softly. I tapped into her thoughts to make sure she was telling the truth, "I feel better now but it might've helped if I had eaten something at lunch- wait, no, that would've definitely made me throw up." She thought regrettably.
I tried not to smile as she closed her eyes. This would be an interesting afternoon.
Sorry this is so short but im using my dad's WiFi on his phone and he needs his phone back. Please review and ill try to update next Sunday if I feel inspired. Love y'all so much
