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Childs Play
It took just over two weeks before Jasper was told that he was fit enough to return to school. According to Carlisle who was persistent on checking in with Jazz, as long as Jasper didn't put too much stress on himself and made sure that he had help from others, school shouldn't be an issue. Personally I felt that Jazz could have done with another week or two on bed rest but Jasper was adamant about returning to his daily routines as soon as he was capable to do so. Hence the reason why I am currently getting bitched at by Jasper on the gruelling drive to school.
"Isabella Marie Swan! Please for the last time will you not be so rough with the handbrake. Seriously dude, it's not going to run away from you if you grip it any less tightly. I swear hold it any tighter and the leather will pucker on it or something! I promise you that the handbrake will still be there if you just loosen your grip. I mean there's no true reason to be holding...HEY! Watch where you're going! You almost scraped my side mirror against that tree back there! Honestly Bella you..."
My knuckles where starting to turn white from the iron grip I had on the steering wheel. I clenched my teeth together and kept my eyes on the road ahead on my in desperate hopes to tune out the rambling boy sitting next to me.
Due to his injuries, I was required to drive him to and from school for the time being. Jasper doesn't let anyone, and I mean anyone, drive his 'baby' so hearing that I would be the one driving him to and from places was not something that he wanted to hear. So much so that he even went to the bother of getting up earlier than usual, just so he could attempt to hide his car keys from me. The jerk got a shock when he discovered that I had his spare set of car keys hidden in one of my drawers in case of emergencies. Then in a last feeble attempt to save his baby from being corrupted by his sister, his words not mine, he tried to protest by sitting in front of the jeep in the drive, saying that he was refusing to move. That was until I told him that I wasn't against running him over if he didn't grow up. At first he called my bluff and simply shook his head at me with a smug little smile gracing his lips. But it was the fastest I have seen him move in the last two weeks when I turned the engine on, and then he wasn't so against having to get into the passenger seat.
Looking back on it , I kind of regret not running him over knowing that if I did I wouldn't be having to endure this constant flow of complaints issued by Jasper. Honestly, I wouldn't have minded all that if I had actually been doing something wrong, but so far I had made zilch mistakes and yet he still finds things to whine about.
Like how I'm pressing on the brakes to hard.
Or how I'm being too rough while turning the steering wheel.
And the way that I'm pushing my back too hard against his leather seats.
Ever experienced that little humming noise that you sometimes get? You know the one that you can hear right at the back of your ears and it feels like your whole head is absorbed in this irritating, insistent, mind numbing noise that you can't seem to control? Yeah that's what tuning out Jasper is like.
A sigh of relief escaped me as Forks high became visible. Not being able to contain the inner child in me, I shifted in my seat after parking the jeep in its usual spot and stuck my tongue out at Jasper.
"See, told you I would get us there safely and your Jeep is still intact. Maybe on the way back you might want to remember this journey and keep your complaints to yourself jerk".
And without giving Jasper another chance to respond I swiftly jumped out of the humongous jeep and started my way across the busy parking lot.
Due to Jaspers childish tantrum this morning, we were running late hence the reason I was power walking towards my class. Jasper could take his sweet ass time making his way to his first period due to having his bad leg as an excuse but no teacher would be sympathetic towards me hence my power walk now turning into a run after realising that the bell has already rung.
The door to my English lit class swung open as I quickly stuttered out an apology about being late while stumbling towards my seat. I could practically feel the eyes of every vulture in the class, craving the gossip of why I was arriving five minutes late like drug addicts craving their next fix. If it was anyone else they most likely wouldn't have cared but because it's the infamous Isabella Swan, there must be a story behind why she's late.
As I took my seat, it didn't escape my notice that the spot next to me was vacant. Where the hell was Alice? It would be just my luck if the day that Jasper comes back is the day the pixie was ill or something, leaving me to deal with emo Jazz for the rest of the day.
My head involuntarily thumped on the desk as I began to dread was what most likely to come of today.
Classes flew by and before I knew it I was stomping my way through the empty halls, traipsing my way towards the lunch hall. I indulged in the silence as I tried to contain the angry that was forcing its way towards the surface. Mr Roberts, the trigonometry teacher, was the third person to keep me behind class to have a word with me about my lack of attention I sported in class and how being late to class was unacceptable. The idiots didn't realise that them keeping me behind in class was the only reason I was walking in late to my next class, so really it should be the teachers that should be getting the blame for my tardiness not me.
I decided that lunch could wait until I was back home and made straight for our usual table only to be stopped dead by the sight of a full table. Where the hell was everyone today? I'm in half of Alice's classes and I swear she wasn't in any of them leading me to believe that she was sick or something. She wouldn't have played rookie would she have?
I slowly started my way across the cafeteria towards the oblivious table. They all looked to be in deep conversation and not one of them had noticed my presence.
"Um hello?" I finally huffed out after standing next to them for a full minute and still not one of them had realised that I was there.
Rose turned round looking shocked as hell. What, did they think that I had run away and didn't go to this school anymore or something? Why would it be a shock to see me join them?
Rosalie obviously sensing my distress decided to put my mind at ease.
"Hey Bells, not that we're not happy that you're here and everything, it's just a shock considering someone," Rose took this as an opportunity to glare at Emmet "told us that you had gotten lunch time detention so wouldn't be joining us today".
Emmet hung his head down in a guilty manner before giving his rendition at defending himself.
"I was only going by what I was told in my defence! I asked some blonde dude who was walking out your class if that was the class that Bellarina was in and he was all 'Hell to the yes dude, quiet girls went bad ass now though' so I was like what? Then he was like 'quiet chicks got herself detention for refusing to work in classes and I was like..."
"Thank you Emmet, I think we get your point. Someone told you Bella had detention and you believed him. You can shut up now." Edward stated efficiently putting an end to Ems rambling.
The blonde boy that Emmet was talking about must have been Mike. I couldn't think of anyone else that talked like that and who would refer to me as quiet girl. I have known him since kindergarten and I don't think I have heard him once refer to me as Isabella or Bella or even anything of the sorts. No, to him I have always been the freaky quiet girl who has the intimidating brother.
It was then it dawned on me what Emmet had actually said.
"I was hardly refusing to work in class. So what if I wasn't really paying attention, who does? He's making it sound like I took a tantrum about the work which by the way was not the case." I huffed indignantly after my mini rant. I didn't want a reputation for being a slacker or trying to play up. Those types of reputations were saved for people like Mike and Lauren.
"Are you okay?" A soft voice that reminded me of silk was being breathed into my ear.
I turned sideways and was instantly captivated by those green emerald eyes that had been the subject of my dreams for some time now. I could feel the warm blush starting to cover my cheeks so I quickly gave a soft smile and nod towards Edward before turning back in my seat and focusing my entire attention on the table below me.
I heard a soft chuckle beside me before my head was being raised to look at Edward again.
"Isabella, please stop hiding your face from me. It's highly irritating". His velvety voice was spoken through a soft warm smile that played upon his lips. His emerald eyes sparkled with humour, compassion and affection as we started our playful banter.
I had only known the boy, no god, for less than a month but I was now accepting that I was at a point of no return with my feelings. The comfort I felt from merely being in his presence was that of the highest levels, as though I had known him my entire life rather than the short period that is the reality. When Edward entered a room, it was as if I could sense his presence before I had proof that he was indeed actually there. My whole body reacted in a way that was almost to alert me that he was there. I can feel chills go up my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck quiver at the thought of him being near. The hairs on my arms become alert and stand to attention, almost as if telling me that he is here.
It's absurd really to have ever let my heart get in the way. In reality, I realise that I'm deluding myself in these feelings and to have ever given myself that sliver of hope that Edward may return them is idiotic on my part. I understand now that I have basically sent myself on a mission to be crushed. And what's worse is that the thought of Edward ever hurting me hurts more than anything that Charlie could ever try to hurt me with. Physically yes Charlie would pain me more, but emotionally, well let's just say I have let my emotions run too deep for Edward to return to the point where I view him in a friendly or even brotherly manner such as the way I view Emmet for example.
It doesn't matter how I feel as I know that Edward views me in a way he would look upon Rosalie. I would be the suffer in silence type will I rode out whatever this feeling was.
The shrill bell shook me out of my unwelcomed thoughts and alerted me that I had dreamt my full lunch hour away.
The rest of the day flew by and in a feeble attempt to avoid any detentions I tried to pay more attention in my last two periods. I don't know what was wrong with me today but something wasn't sitting right with me. It was like a premonition of sorts I suppose, I just had a bad feeling about something and it was making me uneasy because I couldn't understand what. Throughout the day I had kept putting it down to worry for Jasper on his first day back and how he was coping but I knew deep down that was lying to myself. That little voice at the back of my head kept silently whispering to me that something bad was going to happen but I again shoved any negative thoughts aside and tried to continue on with my day as normal.
Before I knew it I was standing in a huddled group outside in the emptying car park discussing after school plans that apparently no body had wanted to fill me in on.
"So wait, lemme get this straight. Use all decided that a game of soccer at the Cullen's house would be a fun way to spend our after school hours? Are use kidding? You guys, I can barely stand on a flat surface never mind running around wet grass, and I say wet because in case use haven't noticed we do live in Forks which is known for not making it through a day without a splash of rain coating it's evergreen surface. Plus the fact that we are in winter now. I mean seriously whose bright idea was it to have a friggen soccer game in the middle of October?"
And for the second time today I noticed that it was Emmet hanging his head in a guilty manner. He reminded me of when Jasper used to always steal a cookie after mum would bake a batch. He always had that look on his face as Renee would accuse him of stealing her baked goods. It's the look that always caught him out every time.
"Please come Bellarina," a small smile graced my lips as I heard Emmet use his favourite new nickname on me; "You don't even have to play, sit out with Jazz! You can keep him company."
"Wait, Alice and Rose are playing?" I couldn't help the incredulous tone that came out while asking my question. It wasn't my fault that it came as a shock. Alice was one of the most fashion obsessed people I have ever encountered and I wouldn't have doubted for a second that she would have been against getting any form of dirt on her immaculate clothes.
Rose on the other hand shouldn't really have been a shock to me. Her whole persona screamed girls where as if you truly knew her you would know that her biggest hobby and obsession I suppose you could say is cars. Rose isn't afraid for getting down and dirty whether that is fixing up the engine in her car or even Jaspers, repairing, changing wheels and oil, you name it and Rosalie would have done it.
Alice broke me out of my state of shock by answering for Emmet. She nervously shuffled her feet against the concrete ground while looking very interested in her nails.
"Um, actually I was going to offer to sit out with Jasper that is of course if he didn't mind the company."
"I don't mind, in fact I think that's a great idea. I mean, the company is always welcome, anytime. I mean of course that would be great but only if you wanted to. But you do want to right, I mean you were the one that offered it, of course, so yeah lovely..."
Smooth move Jazz. Way to ramble your way into getting to sit with Ali for the next half hour. And what am I? Some kind of brick wall? Do I not count as company then no?
I was internally sprouting off my questions at Jazz although I would never have said a word. Alice was the first girl that Jasper had truly liked and I'd be damned if I were to be the one to break up the little love fest that they got going on. Same goes for Emmet and Rose. I mean sure Rose has had her fair share of dates but not one of the guys ever truly made it in Rosalie's eyes. Heck, they were lucky if they got called for a second date. No, Emmet was a first for Rosalie too and they were perfect for each other. Their personalities complimented each other beautifully instead of repelling one another. The same went for Alice and Jazz, they somehow just fit. Like missing puzzle pieces and I was happy for my family. Both Rosy and Jasper deserved a break.
"Right now that's sorted lets head out people!"
Emmet's booming voice broke me out of my own pity party I had going on in my head.
Ems words were obviously the signal to head because the next thing I knew, I was back in the driver's seat of Jazz's jeep travelling along the familiar road home, except this time it would be the Cullen's house we were going back to instead of our own home. I had to keep my eyes from rolling knowing that we were going back there for a game of soccer in the middle of winter, but even still the thought of spending any length of time with the people that I have grown so close to in the short period of time I had known them made me smile. I basked in this moment knowing that Jazz was returning to his normal state of health, that I had people in my life that actually cared for me and we were heading off to have an afternoon of fun and games, escaping our usual lives even if just for a few hours.
So why was it that the little voice in the back of my head wouldn't stop its whispers of negativity that I had been hearing all day? And why did that sinking feeling in my stomach only grow stronger? Something bad was heading our way and for the life of me I couldn't think what.
FYI ! Sneaky Peaky too next chapter, Bella gets in ALOT of trouble with charlie and guess what's gonna happen when there's no daring brother to save the day ;)
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