The next morning, the roads are all iced. All of the rain and snow from yesterday had frozen solid. Great, the odds of me slipping have increased.
"Fan-freaking-tastic," I grumble as I get dressed in jeans, a blue top and my jacket.
Uncle Charlie had left for work before I got downstairs. I grabbed some cereal and orange juice and ate it, before heading to school. When I got to school, I realized something I hadn't before. Charlie had put snow chains on my tires. That was nice of him to do for someone who's not even his daughter. I glance around me. Mike and Eric are talking over by a car. Edward Cullen is standing by his car across the lot. Suddenly, I hear the sound of tires skidding on the ice. My head turns quickly. Tyler's dark blue van is sliding towards me quickly. Shit. After everything I've been through, only to fall at the hands of poor driving on ice.
Two long, white hands that belong to Edward Cullen shot out protectively in front of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side of the van's body. Then his hands moved so fast they blurred. One was suddenly gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag doll, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurt my ears, and the van settled, glass popping, onto the asphalt — exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been. I sigh in relief, having not been crushed by a car. Thank, God. All of the school kids rushed over to see if I was okay.
"Bella? Are you all right?" Edward asks frantically.
"Yep," I answer, trying to slow down my somewhat sped up heart rate. "I'm perfect."
I try to get up, but Edward's holding me against the side of his body in an iron grasp. "Be careful," he warned. "I think you hit your head pretty hard."
I suddenly became aware of the throbbing feeling on my head near my ear. I ignore it, having felt worse before. "I'm fine."
He raises an eyebrow.
"How'd you get over here so fast?" I question, acting like I don't know. I want him to confess.
"I was standing right next to you, Bella," he said, his tone serious again.
Well that's a load of crap. I try to sit up, and he lets me but doesn't let me get up. He looked at me concerned, with an innocent expression. The people of the school surround us with tears streaming down their face. I leaned on my truck.
"Stay put," Edward commands, and I roll my eyes but continue to lean on my truck.
"You were over there," I gesture to his car. "By your car."
He shakes his head, his face turning hard. "No. I was standing right next to you."
"Bullshit," I mutter. He looks at me crucially, trying to get me to believe him or at the very least not tell anyone. What did he think I was going to do? Run through Forks yelling at the top of my lungs that he sped over to me, pushed a van away, and picked the van up, saving me from getting crushed by Tyler's van? I'm not an idiot. I ask hopefully, "Promise to explain everything later?"
"Fine," he snaps, and I could tell he wouldn't, but I dropped the topic because I heard the sirens coming.
"Good."
It took six EMTs and two teachers to shift the van far enough away from us to bring the stretchers in. Edward refused his, and I tried to do the same, but the traitor told them I'd hit my head and probably had a concussion. I almost died of humiliation when they put on the neck brace. It looked like the entire school was there, watching soberly as they loaded me in the back of the ambulance. Edward got to ride in the front.
To make matters worse, Charlie arrived before they could get me safely away. "Bella!" he yelled in panic when he recognized me on the stretcher.
"I'm completely fine, Char — Dad," I corrected, almost blowing my cover. "There's nothing wrong with me."
They brought me into the ER. I took off the stupid neck brace and threw it under my hospital bed. I hate hospitals. The last time I was in one was when my Elena died and was turning into a vampire. Then they brought in Tyler, who had blood stained bandages wrapped around his head. Despite how injured he was to me being perfectly fine, he looked at me worriedly. "Bella, I'm so sorry!"
"I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry about me, you look like crap." It was true. The nurse removed his bandages from his head, revealing many shallow slices all over his forehead and left cheek.
He ignored me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going too fast, and I hit the ice wrong…" He winced as one nurse started dabbing at his face.
"Don't worry about it. You missed me."
"How did you get out of the way so fast? You were there, and then you were gone…"
"Like magic," I smirk at my reference to Harry Potter. Then my face turns serious, and I answer. "Edward pulled me out of the way."
He looked confused. "Who?"
"Edward Cullen was standing next to me."
"Cullen? I didn't see him. Wow, it was all so fast, I guess. Is he okay?"
"He's in here somewhere. He was fine, the last time I saw him. They didn't put him on a stretcher."
Tyler Crowley nods. "That's good."
They wheeled me away to get an x-ray of my head, despite me telling them nothing was wrong. I was right. Nothing was wrong, not even a concussion. I asked to leave, but stupid nurses said I had to see the doctor first. I'm fine! They brought me back to the ER room, and Tyler kept apologizing and promising to make it up. My patience was wearing thin. Eventually, I lay back and shut my eyes in attempt to calm my annoyance, but it only worked a little.
"Is she sleeping?" I hear Edward Cullen say from next to me. I open my eyes as Tyler apologizes to Edward. "No blood, no foul," I roll my eyes. Even if he got hurt, he would be healed by now anyways. "So what's the verdict?"
"There's nothing wrong with me at all. I'm perfectly fine, but they won't let me go," I grumble, annoyed. "I hate hospitals. I'm gonna die if I don't leave this place"
"Don't worry, I came to spring you."
"Well that's awfully kind of you," I smirk.
The doctor walks around the corner, and I examine him. He looks very similar to Edward Cullen with the resemblance of golden eyes, tired circles under his eyes, and very pale skin with perfect features. This must be Edward's father, Doctor Cullen.
"So, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen said in a remarkably appealing voice, "how are you feeling?"
"I'm 100% fine," I promise him.
He walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head, and turned it on. "Your X-rays look good," he said. "Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit it pretty hard."
"My head is fine," I sigh, scowling at Edward Cullen.
The doctor's cool fingers probed lightly along my skull. I stiffen slightly, since I don't really know him, and I know he's a supernatural entity. If I automatically trust any of the Cullens, then there is something wrong with my head.
"Tender?" Doc asks, misreading my movement.
"Nope. I've had worse." Beside me, Edward chuckles.
"Your father is in the waiting room. You can go home with him now. But come back if you feel dizzy or having trouble with your eyesight at all."
"Sure thing, Doc," I say. Edward chuckles again, and I raise an eyebrow at him. "What?"
"Nothing," he replies, trying to hide his grin. My lips twitch upward.
Before I ask, "Can I go back to school?"
"Maybe you should take it easy today," Doc tells me.
"Okay." I say as I get off the hospital bed.
"Take Tylenol for the pain if it hurts," he suggests.
I nod. "Thanks, Doc."
"It seems like you were extremely lucky."
"Lucky Edward happened to be standing next to me," I smile. "I mean I could have lost a lot of blood."
Doc and Edward stiffen slightly, before relaxing, thinking that I couldn't be pushing towards the fact about vampires, and that it's an innocent statement anyone could've made. Doc goes over to Tyler, and I move to Edward's side.
"Can I talk to you for a minute," I ask him.
He clenches his jaw. "Your father is waiting for you," he said through his teeth.
I glance at Dr. Cullen and Tyler. "I'd like to speak with you alone, if you don't mind," I press.
He glares at me, and then turned his back and strode down the long room. I followed him. As soon as we turned the corner into a short hallway, he spun around to face me.
"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed. His eyes were cold.
"You told me you would explain how you got over to me so fast. So explain." I cross my arms.
"I saved your life — I don't owe you anything."
"You promised," I glare at him.
"Bella, you hit your head. You don't know what you're talking about."
I grit my teeth. "Don't give me that crap. You know my head is fine. If you still don't think so, go ask your father."
"What do you want from me, Bella?"
"I want to know the truth," I said. "I want to know why I'm lying for you."
"What do you think happened?" he snapped.
"All I know is that you weren't anywhere near me — Tyler didn't see you, either, so don't tell me I hit my head too hard. That van was going to crush us both — and it didn't, and your hands left dents in the side of it — and you left a dent in the other car, and you're not hurt at all — and the van should have smashed my legs, but you were holding it up…"
He was staring at me incredulously. But his face was tense, defensive.
"You think I lifted a van off you?" His tone questioned my sanity, but it only made me more suspicious. It was like a perfectly delivered line by a skilled actor.
I merely nodded once, jaw tight.
"Nobody will believe that, you know."
I nod. "I know that. I would be an idiot to run around saying that, but I know what I saw. I also know that that intimidating look you are giving me won't scare me in the slightest. So stop trying." I've seen worse glares and intimidating looks. I mean I've met the Original Hybrid. Granted I could still be classified as an idiot for saying that to him, but I'm a Gilbert and we always get ourselves into trouble. I mean, I came here to get away from the supernatural and look what happened. However, he saved my life so he can't want me dead that bad. Crap, I just realized he might even want my doppelganger blood. If so, I'm screwed, there being 7 of them and one of me.
"Can't you just thank me and get over it."
I shake my head. "Thank you? Sure. Thanks for saving my life from Tyler's van that you lifted up to save me. Get over it? No way in hell."
"In that case, I hope you enjoy disappointment."
"Why'd you bother to save me anyways? You officially met me, like, yesterday."
For a second, his face looked vulnerable. "I don't know." Then he turned and walked away.
I head to the waiting room to see everyone from Forks was there, staring at me. I inwardly groan. Uncle Charlie rushes to me, and I reassure him, "Nothing's wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine."
"What did the doctor say?"
"Dr. Cullen saw me, said I was fine, and that I could go home. Let's go."
Charlie and I walked out of the hospital and got into his cop car.
"Just for the heads up, I called Elena and told her," Charlie tells me.
I groan in horror. "Why? There's nothing she could have done. She's in Virginia, and it's not like the van actually hit me."
"She's your sister. She has the right to know."
"Yeah, but now she's probably panicking which is the last thing she needs right now." Elena is a huge worrier. She worries a lot about everyone around her, a little too much. It gets annoying on most occasions.
"You should probably call her."
I nod, and the second we got to the house, I went straight up to my new room, and I lay on the very comfortable purple bed. Despite its comfortable-ness, I miss my old bed. I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Elena's cellphone number.
She picks up on the first ring. "Bella?"
"Hey, sis."
"I was so worried," Elena says, relief mixed with worry filled in her voice.
"I knew you would be," I say with a smile.
"Are you okay? What happened? I knew you shouldn't have left."
"Knew I shouldn't have- You were the one who practically forced me to go! I wouldn't have left my home and family and friends otherwise to go to a town I don't know with only one person I know from years ago!" I sigh, instantly regretting my words. "I'm sorry, Elena. I'm just kind of tired. Anyways, I'm okay, Elena, I promise. I had an x-ray test, to find nothing wrong, and I don't even have a concussion. A kid at school helped me get away from the possible collision."
I withhold the information about the Cullens being supernatural entities, vampires if I were to guess. She would only freak out and send someone over here to protect me. Possibly herself, and we need to find the cure for whoever wants it.
"Good," Elena says, relieved. "So how is school?"
"School, I guess. I pretty much the same stuff last year when I was also a Junior."
"Yeah, well, you missed some school the last part of last year."
"We all did. That's what we get for getting involved with Stefan and Damon."
"We would've gotten involved anyways. Doppelgangers, remember?"
The word sobered up the mood for both of us. "Oh, I remember all right. How could I forget, with the crap we went through with looking like Katherine?"
We are silent for a moment before Elena asks again, "How's school?"
"The boys are a bunch of flirts which is kind of annoying. And then…" I pause. "This guy who sits next to me in Bio isn't exactly the nicest, but, eh, I'll live. It's not like he'll drain me of my blood and drop me down on concrete, dead, or make my death look like an animal attack."
"That's not funny," Elena scolds. "Don't talk like that."
"Oh, come on, Elena. It's funny and you know it. I mean you're the one in love with a reformed serial killer."
"I guess you're right," I can practically hear the smile in her voice.
"Well, of course I am," I grin. "Besides, you know it's not like I'm insulting Damon or anything. He's one of my besties. And I'm not insulting Stefan either, or I would've mentioned decapitation."
Elena chuckles. "So who's this jerk in Bio?"
"Just some guy," I lie.
After talking some more, we eventually cut off the conversation, and I worked on school work. After 30 minutes, I laid on my bed and read one of the few books I brought.
Sorry for not posting sooner. I've been sick since around the 10th of July, so I've had doctor appointments, School stuff and just being sick to worry about. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. If not, sorry.