I do not own Twilight.
SHORT. I know. This is a bit of a leeway chapter to more exciting stuff :)
It's not until the second ring that I hang up, staring down at the phone in my hand in thought because I can't call Charlie, a police officer, with a red and throbbing wrist. He'll demand to know exactly what happened, if he doesn't guess right away, and then demand that I press charges which is something that I really don't want to do. I'd rather just forget.
It's a strange time, with strange circumstances, with even stranger consequences and reactions, and that's it.
But now I'm at a loss because I'm hours away from campus, from Rose, and anyone else I could call would not be happy to hear from me.
Except, maybe, Alice.
And that's a big maybe because, even though we left things on a good note a few weeks ago, I haven't heard much from her since. Alice isn't the type to easily forgive; I know this for a fact.
But she's all I have right now and, honestly, she's the only person I want to see.
I dial her number, realizing a second too late that I don't even know if this is her number anymore, but before my panic can set in, she answers.
She must have deleted my number because she answers with a questionable greeting.
"Alice," I say, and there's silence on the other line.
"Hi, Bella," she answers after a few seconds.
"How—how are you?" I ask because I don't know what else to say.
"Cut to the chase, girl," she says, though her voice is not entirely unkind and I can't help but to smile lightly.
"I…I need a ride," I start and wince when she barks out a laugh. "And to talk to you," I finish.
There's a long sigh on the other line and then a quiet, "Fuck," before, "'Kay. Where are you?"
This is why I love Alice. She told me once she'd always be there for me, and she's never fallen on that promise, though I've fallen on my end plenty of times.
I frown because I don't know if she'll like my answer.
"I'm in the parking lot of the prison," I say.
There's a heated silence and I refrain from biting my nails because if she refuses, I'll know where she still stands in regard to Edward.
I'll know where she still stands in regard to me.
"Fuck, Bella," she whispers and I wonder when she began swearing so much because I don't remember her saying things like this when we were friends, but that was back then and things have changed. We've changed.
"Fine," she finally agrees and I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "But you have to buy me a smoothie from Lingos."
I can't keep the smile out of my voice as I agree.