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Chapter Twelve - Police Cars & Popular Kids

Today was my first day back at school. I wasn't looking forward to it. Not even a bit. This surprised me, considering I was looking forward to it only a few days ago. Charlie was still a bit annoyed with the idea of me going back, but Carlisle had said I would be fine to go back as long as I was careful. No getting away from it now.

I knew that the only reason Charlie was so hung up about me going back was because I would more than likely see Tim today. He was the other person involved in the crash. I didn't blame him. Everybody else did, and I couldn't understand why. Nobody would tell me what happened, none of them wanted to go back down that road of remembering, even if it were still fresh in their minds. I still believed it was my fault; I was the one who wasn't paying enough attention. It destroyed me to know that I could have killed Tim, even if everybody else didn't agree with me.

I walked down the stairs, as quickly as my crutches would allow. Charlie was already downstairs, and as soon as he heard the first creek of the stairs he was next to me trying to help me.

"Dad, I'm fine." I smiled, trying to get him off of me.

"You sure?" He frowned; he didn't believe a word I had said.

"Dad, I'm fine." I repeated with a smile.

I grabbed some cereal and ate it as quickly as I could, not wanting to be late. It had took me so long just to get ready, that half of my free time was used up throwing breakfast down my throat. Charlie was behind me, shaking his head at me. I knew the next words out of his mouth were going to be something like 'Don't rush your breakfast; it's not good for you!', as usual. So I slowed down a bit, stopping the fit of paranoid parent in its track.

After I had finished my breakfast, I grabbed my bag and books and made my way out of the house. It was a task, trying to manage everything in my hands, but I was determined to cope. I made it all way out of the house, only to have to walk all the way back in again.

Charlie hadn't gotten my truck repaired yet, he'd been opting against it since the accident. No matter how many times I told him to remember, he still forgot. And by 'forgot' I mean opted against it.

"Dad, I can't get to school." I groaned, slamming my books on the kitchen side.

"Yes, you can. You can go in the cruiser; I'll drop you off on the way to work." He smiled, he seamed pleased with this idea.

"School isn't on the way, dad. It's in the complete opposite direction." I rolled my eyes. There was no way I would be travelling in the police car.

"Well, I don't have to be in work just yet anyway. So it's no bother, Bells." He grinned, knowing I hadn't many more excuses left in me.

I still had one, though. "Well, what if an emergency comes up?"

I could see it in his eyes; he didn't want to say the next sentence. If he did, it would go against everything he'd ever defended. Even if he did know it was true, it killed him to admit it. I had got him.

"It's Forks, Bells. Nothing bad happens here," He cringed. It killed him to say that. He tried covering it up quickly with another excuse. "Besides, there are other police."

"You never know…" I sighed; there was no way I was stepping into that car.

I sat in the back, my face covered in annoyance. No matter how many times I repeated it, I still ended up in the stupid car. Stupid dad with his stupid police car. Stupid.

"We're here, Bella." Charlie smiled.

I got out quickly, glaring at him. That was my fair warning. If he got out of the car to help me, I'd poke his eyes out with my crutches.

Everyone looked at me as I got out of the car. I could feel their eyes burning into me. I had forgotten how annoying those glares could get. Did anybody have any idea just how horrible it was to be stared at, with eyes that didn't even blink? Even so, I couldn't help wonder if this attention was because I had just gotten out of a police car or whether it was because I had actually lived through the whole ordeal. Maybe it was both.

I scanned the cautious and curious eyes, looking for some which were familiar to me. It was hard to find any, with the crowd blocking my view from going any further than the front row of unwanted spectators. Just as I was about to give up, two warm eyes smiled at me. The intense emerald orbs broke down my protective barrier with their softness. Only one person could have eyes like that and still be a complete jerk. Edward.

"Do you need help, Bella?" A small voice said from beside me. I looked down to see a small, little, black haired pixie grinning at me.

"Alice, just because you are one of my best friends does not mean I won't hurt you." I smiled back.

"Well, I'd like to see that." Alice challenged, grabbing my arm in an attempt to help me.

"Don't tempt me, Alice. I don't need help."

With that, Alice gave up. She rolled her eyes at me and walked with me into the main office of the school. Even though I was fine, and they knew everything was ok, the school still wanted me to sign in at the office. I had no idea why, and I was pretty annoyed with this special attention I was getting. I wanted to be invisible again.

After signing in, and being stopped by the receptionist for a 'quick' chat, the bell rang. The school had told me that for the first few days they would prefer me to leave for classes early. Except in a morning, where I would leave five minutes after the bell. This was all in attempt to stop me from being trampled on in the halls. I sighed internally as I was told this. Just when I thought that getting even more attention was impossible, there comes something else to hit me in the face. Great.

I walked to English quickly, so I wasn't too late. I knew that the later I was the more eyes would glare at me. As if I needed anymore of that today. I tried walking into the classroom as quietly as possible. That way, the chance of Mr. Berty seeing me was lowered slightly. Just by a smudge. As soon as I opened the door, though, Mr. Berty glared at me. He'd been in the middle of explaining something in his ever-so-exaggerated ways and I had just disturbed it. I could feel the speech coming on; the one where he tells us just how much he hates being interrupted for stupid petty reasons. It was like a list, '101 things I hate about all my students'. Drama Queen. Yes… Queen.

"Good morning, Miss Swan, I expect you had a wonderful one. Would you like to tell the class all about it? They seam much more interested in you more than me." He smiled sarcastically, blaming me for the lack of brains and concentration in his class.

"Sorry, sir." I blushed.

I would have made it through without being noticed that much if he had just carried on with his daily rant. But no, he just had to take note of my arrival.

"Take a seat, Miss Swan." He huffed.

I sat down quickly, taking my usual seat. Luckily, I was sat next to Angela in English class. Angela had come a few times to visit me in hospital, sending me hugs from Ben and Eric all of the time. In any normal situation, I would have upset me that both of them hadn't come to visit me. But, in this occasion, I was more than pleased. Eric's way-too-happy-to-be-normal attitude would have sent me mad. Not always a good thing when you're confined into a lumpy hospital bed.

Angela smiled warmly at me, meaning she was dying to talk to me. But talking in Mr. Berty's class was a huge risk. Trust me when I say that you do not want to annoy that teacher.

English class dragged on a bit. Considering we didn't do any work at all, it wasn't all that surprising. All we did was listen to Mr. Berty drone on and on about his views on Shakespeare. If Shakespeare was still alive, he'd have knocked Mr. Berty six feet under. Leaving early didn't help the situation, either. It meant that I had to interrupt the constant babbling once more. The large veins in Mr. Berty's head looked as if they were going to burst. Instead of waiting for him to give me, as he called it, a 'proper exit', I ran out the classroom as quickly as my crutches would let me.

Lunch came quickly after that, and I wasn't half glad. I was so hungry, it was unbelievable. I looked around the cafeteria for my small group of friends, confused to not see them anywhere. I had left the last lesson five minutes late, as the teacher wanted to speak to me, which usually meant that they were all sat down, as they normally got their lunches really quickly. I remembered that Angela had said that she were staying in to finish off some late Math homework, but that still left Ben and Eric. But Ben had probably stayed in Math with Angela. That explained one, leaving only Eric. Then again, I wasn't exactly upset that Eric wasn't there yet. Maybe he'd decided to go join the Football team or something. I heard they were having tryouts today, and Eric loved going to those. He'd convinced everybody that he always went to them because he genuinely loved the sport, but we knew that it was because he got to muck about and annoy some jocks, including Mike Newton.

I went to sit down on my own, thankful for the quietness. It was nice to have a breather from them three once in a while. I know I hadn't been to school in ages, meaning I had had a breather but another one wouldn't hurt anybody. I smiled at the thought of it.

"Bella, come sit with us!" Alice called dragging me with her as I made it to my table.

"But I like that table, why can't I sit there?" I moaned.

"Because you're sitting with me and that's that." Alice stated, closing the conversation allowing no ifs and buts.

"Wait. Edward isn't going to be there, is he?" I asked, warily. I didn't want to face Edward yet. I was saving all my good comebacks for Biology.

"No, he's at the Football tryouts." She said, shaking off my worry.

"But he's already in the Football team."

"He still has to help out. Now will you stop worrying and move your butt?"

"Fine. But why do we have to sit there? If it's just us, why couldn't you have sat there with me?"

"Well one, it's not just us. And two, that's the loser table." She giggled, jokingly.

I sat down at the table with Alice, putting my crutches to the side of me. I was paranoid about who was going to sit with us. I didn't want to sit with any of the popular kids, because they all hated me. Imagine that mix. Not the tastiest muffin in the box, I'll say.

Alice just talked to me until some other people came. I didn't realise they had come until Alice waved at them. Rosalie sat down next to me, along with two other girls I didn't recognise. I was shocked. I knew Alice had explained to me at the party that Rosalie liked me, but why would she sit with me? Wouldn't she be ruining that perfect reputation she's had for years? Gosh, popular kids confused me.

"Hey, Bella." Rosalie smiled, waving at me.

"Hey." I smiled back.

"Bella, this is Lizzie and Amy. Lizzie, Amy, this is Bella." Rosalie said, pointing to each of us.

The girls were as pretty as Rosalie. Both were slender and tall, with looks to die for. One had short red hair up to her shoulders and the other had long wavy brown hair that flowed down her back. They weren't the Jessica type pretty though. You know, stuck up and bitchy. They looked friendly, just like Rosalie did. I hadn't realised that there could actually be such a thing as friendly popular kids.

"Hey, Bella." They said in unison.

"Hey, Lizzie. Hey, Amy." I said back with a smile.

The awkwardness was gone then. We all talked as if we had known each other for years, and when we were silent it wasn't filled with even an ounce tension. Lunch ended way too quickly, proving my point further of having a good time. I really had enjoyed talking about all the normal things. Angela and I talked, but sometimes it was a little boring only having the two of us. We weren't desperate enough to invite the two idiots with us though. Could you imagine it, Eric and Ben having a girly chat with us about feelings and girl stuff? Yes, that wouldn't be a disaster waiting to happen.

"See you tonight, Bella." Alice smiled, waving at me as she walked down the corridor.

"Bye. Wait, what? Tonight, what's happening tonight?" I asked, confused.

"You'll see. Just wait for me after school." She said as she disappeared around the corner.

I knew that whatever she had planned was not going to be good. I was not going to like it.

Not. One. Bit.


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