The next day, I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I would have been pleased from knowing that I made it through a whole night of sleep, if it wasn't for the raging headache I had. Groaning like some kind of wooly mammoth, I stretch my arm grabbing my phone, and punching the screen with my finger until it turns off.
Just doing that felt like the hardest chore ever. How am I going to make it to school?
"Bella! Where is my purple top!" Leah bangs her fist against the door.
With each bang my head gets closer and closer to the point where it might exploded. Feeling absolutely useless, I lean up in bed, holding my pounding head as I go.
"Bella!" She shouts once again.
"Come in, just come in." I groan, trying to stop her from banging on the door again.
Slowly she opens the door, like she is being let into the gates of hell. It was a thing that never of us set foot in each other's rooms. It was our personal space, that we didn't want to be invaded in. Today, I think me and my head agree to make an exception. Light floods in from the hallway, and I shun away from it, using my hands as a shield to keep it out of my eyes.
"Please, shut the door." I say quietly.
"What happened to you? You look terrible." Leah says, closing the door behind her like I asked.
"Thanks Leah, you know just how to make me feel better." I grumble, watching as she walks over to my wardrobe, riffling through to find whatever she is looking for.
"Well I'm just being honest... I heard about what happened on Saturday after the game." She begins, and I can tell she is slightly apprehensive.
So she should be.
"Don't Leah, just don't say anything about it." I refuse.
She stalls, grabbing her purple top, and turning to face me.
"Bella, I know what your-"
"Leah, I have got the worst headache, and I just realised that I'm going to have to go to school today and watch those two together. Now is not a great time for a supportive speech." I mutter, tilting my head back against the headboard, closing my eyes.
"Fine, but Jasper is coming to pick us up in less than an hour." she reminds me.
"Did he text you that?" I question, my eyes popping open focusing back on my sister, standing in the middle of my room.
"Yeah,"
"You can drive with him if you want I'm going to take my truck." I tell her straight away.
I'm not ready to see him just yet, or Alice. If I see them I'll have to talk to them, and I know they will give me all that, I'm sorry bullcrap. I don't think I could handle that in my current state.
"Are you sure?" She questions and I nod. "Okay, well I've used the bathroom, so it's free." she tells me before leaving the room.
I don't know where I managed to find the strength to haul myself out of bed, but I did. The lights seemed to be my mortal enemy at the moment, my head felt fine, but as soon as there was a loud noise, the pain vibrated and it was hell all over again.
I was fresh in the sense of cleanliness, but physically I felt like I was on death doors.
I heard the sound of tires, against the gravel outside, followed by the swish of water. Creeping over to the window I look out, seeing Jasper's car parked up against the curb. The front door shut down stairs, and Leah ran out towards the car, covering her hair with her bag. Once she climbs in, the car just sits there waiting. I worry for a second that someone - and by someone I mean Jasper- is going to get out and come demand why I won't just ride with them.
Not a second later, and a lot of heavy breathing by me, the car slowly pulls away and is out of sight. I let out a deep breath, resting my forehead against the cold glass of the window. At least that's one less thing to worry over for this morning.
As I go downstairs, I hear mum's footsteps approaching towards me. I try to ignore her and carry on towards the door to grab my coat and bag.
"Sweetheart, why didn't you ride with Leah today?" She questions following me from the kitchen to the doorway.
"I uh, felt like driving the truck. I mean it just got fixed, I can't just leave it to rot out there in the cold, I barely use it anymore." I lie, pulling my arms through my sleeves.
"Or is it because you don't want to face Jasper?" She asks me, and I look away from her sorrowful eyes.
"I have to go to school." I say quickly, opening the door with one harsh yank, and slamming it closed behind me.
Good job Bella. It hik to myself. I managed to get out of the conversation, but I knew it would come back to bit me on the ass soon enough.
The drive to school was just embarrassing, I'm pretty sure a old lady from the reservation drove around me from how slow I was driving. My eyes were too sore, and the roads were too slick, leaving me worried that I would skid off the road. Then again, I think my slow driving was just an excuse for me to save time before I would have to see them.
I don't know how I'm going to hold it together, but I'm sure as hell not going to let them ruin my life.
Pulling into the parking lot, it felt like a thousand eyes were watching me. As I looked for a free place to park, I realised that people were looking at me, quite a lot of people in fact. I decided to quickly park in the dark corner of the parking lot, branches hanging down low scraping against the hood of my car.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my ears, feeling the small pounding from my head. Will this ever go away?
Unlocking the door, I spring out into the rain, slamming the door behind me. Keeping my main focus on the school building, I look away from all the people looking at me. It's only when I see them do I stop dead in my tracks. It's like all the wind is knocked out of me in a split second. They're standing there, both with sad looks on their faces, making sure to keep a distance between each other. Just one look at Jasper face, and I feel the ball in my throat getting bigger and bigger, the pain in the pit of my stomach itching its way back to the surface.
He takes a small step closer to me.
"Bella, I-I..." He freezes once I charge ahead of me towards the school, my eyes beginning to become misty.
"Bella!" I hear someone shout, and it makes my run turn into a sprint, hearing the uproar of voices as rumours start to fly around. "Bella! Wait!" The same person shouts, running into the building behind me, and pulling my shoulders back so I stop.
"What!" I nearly scream, my anger building, and when I turn I see it's just Edward. "S-sorry, I thought you were one of them coming to apologise." I explain to him, running my hands frustratedly through my hair.
"Are you okay?" He asks me, looking at me with concern.
I frown looking down at the ground and running my hands over my face in frustration. Is he seriously asking me if I am okay? Is he blind?
"No," I laugh, sarcastically. "I'm experiencing my first hangover ever, everyone in this town seems to know what happened between me and Jasper, and I have no idea how I'm going to survive this day alone without bursting into tears and hibernating in my room for the rest of my life." I rush out in one breath, huffing afterwards.
Edward looks around, rolling his eyes, as the students watch us like curious animals. The crowd seems to stall, watching us stand near the entrance to the school. I can't tell if there staring becuase of what they know about me or the fact that I'm standing here with Edward having a semi normal conversation. Grabbing my elbow, he drags me along with him towards the art classroom, which is always open. I let him tag me along even though I was very capable of walking myself, I was just glad to be away from there obnoxious stares. He lets go of my elbow, and I rub it even though its not really hurting, while he turns and locks the door behind him.
"Bella. I know you probably think it's the end of the world, but it isn't." He reassures me, walking over to the table I'm leaning on and standing in front of me.
"You're kidding me right? I've lost the one person I have ever loved, all my plans for the future are ruined, everyone knows what happened on Saturday and I have nobody who I can console in. That sounds like the end of the world to me." I say, rubbing my forehead a bit to try and relieve some of the pain.
"Believe it or not, but you can console in me, I'm still here." He tells me, looking genuinely serious.
I snort. "Great. I still have you...Edward fucking Cullen. Are you sure it's not the end of the world?" I ask sarcastically, raising a eyebrow.
"Bella, why do you think I've been so nice to you lately?" He questions me with a raised eye brow, totally blowing of my moody behaviour.
I've been asking myself that question for a while now. I honestly didn't know the change in Edward behaviour. The sudden change form this arrogant jock who believed the world revolved around him to... well to this guy infront of me who drove me home, offered me water and helped me forget the pain for a night.
I shrug as I reply.
"It's becuase you're all I have as well right now. You think I want to hang around with those idiots who only care about a girl's bra size and the size of there dick? I have no real friends, I have people who say hi to me and ask me to parties, but they don't give a shit about me, and I don't give a shit about them." He exclaims, his voice rising through aggravation.
He sighs, running his hands through his hair, then slowly dragging them down his face. I never really knew that about Edward. I thought he had loads of friends, especially the football team. There the loudest table in the cafeteria. The brainy bunch. I didn't know that he was so... alone. I guess he's like me in that aspect at the moment.
I knew he wasn't being nice to me for no reason.
"Look, what I'm trying to say is, we're in the same position at the moment. I know you hate me-"
"I don't hate you, I just don't agree with you most of the time. You can be an areshole." I butt in, shrugging.
He cracks a small smile at that looking down towards the floor. "And you can be a bitch sometimes. Well a lot of the time. It's mainly your voice, it's just so monotone and it drags on and on-"
"See." I point out "Arsehole."
"Whatever. But don't you see we're both alone, we don't have anyone else we can talk to. You can be around Jasper or Alice and I can't be around Leah. That means you have to avoid Rosalie and Emmett, and that leaves you with who? What are you going to do at lunch or when you see them in class? You're just going to be all alone. Sure I can surround myself with my idiot team mates to forget the loneliness, but what can you do?" He questions, folding his arms over his chest.
I could just imagine me moping around all day with a hangover, sitting by myself in the cafeteria or even my truck at break. Avoiding everyone, scared of every look I'm given by someone. He's completely right, I dont have anyone. Of course I have Jacob, but he is miles away, and he doesn't even go to this school. Right now, its just me.
"Your right." I admit.
"I knew I would be." He smiles smugly, turning his back to me and walking towards the door.
"Wait." I call out to him, taking a small step forward. "So, do you want to hang out after class or at break or something?" I ask him, in and then soon regret it afterward.
What did I just do? Did I seriously just ask Edward Cullen if he wanted to hang out...with me! I think I may be going crazy. Are pigs flying today?
"God, Bella you are so lame," He shakes his head, grabbing the door handle and unlocking it. "I would take some aspirin for that headache." He tells me, stalling by the door, further prolonging my embarrassment. "I'll see you in Biology." He quickly says before leaving me alone in the art room without a backwards glance.
I look around the empty room, slightly confused. Well, I guess its time to go and suffer through my first lesson all by myself in absolute hell, thank god I don't have tutor time today. I wonder if the nurse can give me some aspirin for this party going on inside my head.
Soo, I did re-write this chapter, do you think this version is better and puts the point across a bit more that they basicly both don't have anyone?
Anywho, I have a question. When this book finished, instead of a sequel, I was think a spin off, which would be 10 Things I Hate About Bella Swan, which is basically this book but in Edward's point of view. Do you think thats a good idea, or not?
But give me a yes or a no, If you think I should re-write the conversation between Bella and Edward a bit to make it sound a bit better and make the point more clear?
Ps. Who is your favourite character for far or your favourite chapter?