Twilight Gone Wild
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SAVED:
When I woke up the next morning, I positively hopped out of my bed. As you may have gathered, I'm not exactly a hopping person. That is, when I don't have a plan in mind…
I put on a simple grey Ella Moss dress with big black buttons (pic in pro). I thought the dress was nice, but there was nothing special about it. The plan for today was not to woo Edward. It was something different. Something new, that I had never tried on a guy before: I was going to ask him out – without trying to be all sexy and stuff. I admit it, I am traditional. I typically feel that if a guy doesn't ask out a girl, then he is not worth it, along with the fact that he definitely needs to grow some. (A/N C, that is your line!) But for a guy like this fine male, I could certainly make an exception. I was pretty sure that he would ask me out on his own pretty soon, but I wanted a relationship with him now. NOW!
As I was running late (again), I grabbed a Nuts Over Chocolate Luna bar. I pulled on my short black Uggs (pic in pro) and my black North Face jacket (pic in pro) and stumbled out the door. I looked down in horror when I noticed snow on the ground. I shrieked when, as I sprinted through the nasty stuff, frigid water soaked through my Uggs onto my bare feet. Wasn't the point of the boots to protect your feet? They really should fix that…
When I finally made it to my car after, like, a bazillion years of traipsing through the snow, I was almost happy for the shelter, even if the car was so decrepit that my parents weren't even born when it was made. And they were born before there were cell phones. That means this car must have been made around the time Benjamin Franklin discovered the light bulb. (A/N yes, I know he didn't make the light bulb, but Bella Barbie over here doesn't)
The drive to school was white. After I got over the fact that snow was wet, I decided I liked it. It was nice to escape from that ghastly green.
When I got to the parking lot, I found a prime spot. Oh yes. I got out of my car and did my daily lip-glossing. I started to walk away, but when I got to the back of the car, I saw Edward. I couldn't help it; I froze. For the first time in my life, I doubted myself. I had always prided myself on the fact that I had a lot of self-confidence. Call it arrogance, if you wish. But I just wasn't sure that I could gather the guts up to ask out Edward Cullen, no matter how freakin' sexy he was. Something about him creeped me out. Maybe the way he looked at me the first day, cuz seriously, that wasn't normal. At all. As I stood, pondering this, I saw a car sliding towards me in my peripheral vision. Of course, the only part of me that could move was my mouth, which popped open. My brain told me to run, but apparently, my legs were getting a different frequency, because they were rooted to the spot like trees.
Next thing I knew, Edward was right there. Touching me. I seriously almost fainted. My muddled brain processed that he had just stopped the car from hitting me, and had left a dent in the offending car. Awesome. But then my head hit the icy parking lot ground. Holy mother, that hurt! But I suppose it's better than being run over.
Edward looked down and my face, which was scrunched up in pain. I quickly rearranged my features to something less disgusting. "Are you alright?" He quietly inquired.
"Yeah. Fine," I replied, rubbing the back of my head.
"Sounded like you hit your head pretty hard," he said with a grin.
I punched him in the arm, and cracked a knuckle in the process. "Jeez, work out much?" He shrugged, and avoided my eyes. "And that was rude!" I continued. I huffed out a loud breath of air.
He took one look at my expression, and cracked up. My eyes widened in annoyance. I hated when boys laughed at me when I was angry. Yes, I realize that I pout rather extravagantly, but that does not give them the right to make fun of me.
I gave him a blazing stare. "Something funny?" I asked through clenched teeth.
The laughter stopped abruptly. "Chill out, Bella. You just made a funny face, is all."
I narrowed my eyes. "Whatever. Shut your face."
That seemed to have angered him. "Don't you talk to me like that! I just saved your life!"
"What, so do you want me to, like, lick your feet or something? Cuz I don't grovel. It's not my thing," I said coolly.
"Not exactly that," he said angrily. "But you should at least treat me with decency and respect."
"Oh, like you did, when you laughed at my facial expression?" I shot back at him.
He was silent.
I smirked. "Yeah. That's what I thought." I gave him a haughty glance.
People were swarming us like ants to a goldfish cracker. I rolled my eyes.
"We're fine!" I shouted. "Now screw off!"
Everyone looked alarmed, but they left. I then heard the sound of an ambulance.
"Are you serious right now? Everyones fine!" I exclaimed.
"Um, except for TYLER!!" Jessica screamed.
"Who?" I asked, uncomprehending. "This is EDWARD, smart one."
"Tyler was the one driving the van," she said, with a withering look.
I immediately felt like a total dumbass. I bit my lip. "Oh."
She rolled her heavily lined eyes. "Yeah."
I looked at Edward, to see what his reaction to all this chaos was as of late. He was sitting quietly, but staring intently at me. When my eyes reached his, he quickly looked down.
"Are you alright, Edward? I mean, you like, stopped the car from hitting me!" I said in a low voice.
He stiffened. "I'm fine. And all I did was pull you out of the way."
The events of what just happened finally hit me. "Ohmygod, how did you get over here? I saw you, like, 500 cars away!" I exclaimed quietly.
"No. I was standing right next to you, Bella."
"Um, I think I would know. And you weren't."
"Please," he said, his eyes burning with what could only be pleading.
I blinked. He was so hot when he was trying to get his way. "What? Oh, yeah, you were standing right next to me."
"That's better," he said, flashing me a small smile.
"There better be a good reason for this, you know. Do you promise to explain later?" I asked, serious. I felt extremely clued out, and I wanted to know what was going on.
"Yes," he said, looking solemn.
"'Kay," I said, with a flirty smile. In the heat of all that's happened, I had forgotten my plan! Ask out Edward! Gah!
He returned my smile with a blinding one, just as a nurse from the ambulance approached us, with a wild look in her eyes.
"Is everyone alright over here?" she asked.
"Yes-" I began, but Edward cut me off.
"Well, I am, but Bella over here hit her head pretty hard-"
"I'm fine! Seriously!" I intercepted.
"We'd better take you in, to see if you have a concussion," the nurse declared.
"What is this, hate on Bella day? I'm fine! Do I need to spell it out for you? I A-M F-I"
"Oh, shut up!" Edward growled. Needless to say, I shut my yapper real fast.
I gave him a glare. "It's because of you that I'm going to the hospital, you know."
"Yeah, well, it's also because of me that you're alive to get to the hospital, so I would say that it's a fair trade," he said with an icy glare.
I sniffed, and turned away. The nurse led me to the ambulance, where they stuck one of those neck things they put on dogs when they, like, bite off their fur, on me. Then, they strapped me to a gurney. In front of the whole school. Kill me now.
I spent the entire ambulance ride in pissed off silence. When an ambulance doctor approached me, I gave him a such a cold look that he actually looked startled, and scurried back to his seat. His face flushed red. Ha. I guess it's official to say that I was extremely angry.
When we reached the hospital, I begged to be let off of the gurney. I even gave them my never-fail puppy dog look! One doctor looked like he was wavering, but the nurse from before said, "No, sorry, honey, we can't let you do that."
"Why not!" I huffed.
"Because you might be seriously hurt! And we don't want to hurt you more – and on hospital grounds, too! We'd be a laughingstock!"
"Do you think I give a freaking shit whether or not you're a laughing stock? You work at the Forks Hospital for Christ's sake! Get off your high horse, which you shouldn't even be on in the first place, by the way, and let me off of this thing! Gah!" My hands started shaking in anger.
The doctors looked at me with fear in their eyes. "Now we're definitely not letting you off. I really hope you have a concussion to explain your terrible behavior!" The nurse nearly shouted.
I rolled my eyes. She didn't even know the half of it.
I spent the rest of the little gurney power trip of the nurses' in silence, with my arms defiantly crossed across my chest. When I arrived in a room, I attempted to get off the gurney and walk to the hospital bed. But of course, the dimwit doctors insisted on carrying me. Perverts, probably just wanted to touch me, to try to rub off some of my awesomeness. Or for other creepy reasons that make me shudder and feel like I need a shower.
When the doctors FINALLY left the room, I immediately sat up in my bed, and attempted to take off the neck brace.
"What do they strap these things on with? Superglue?" I whined.
"No, actually." A deep man's voice made me whirl around in my bed. My eyes widened. He was really hot. He looked like he belonged on Grey's Anatomy. He would totally be the hottest doctor. He was almost as hot as…
"Hey, dad. So what's the verdict?" I heard the familiar sexy voice inquire.
"I haven't actually checked on her yet, but-"
"OHMYGOSH!! BELLA!! I AM SO SORRY!" I heard a guy squeak out.
I gave a disgruntled look towards the door, where I had tried very hard not to look at before, so as not to give Edward the satisfaction. But there was another guy standing next to him, looking superugly cuz of the überhotness of Edward. I didn't recognize him, but he looked really injured.
"Um, it's fine. I'm not hurt at all. But you look pretty fu- I mean, screwed up," I stated. I bit my lip and stole a glance at Dr. Sexpot, hoping not to get in trouble for my almost-swear. Wait a sec…did Edward call Dr. Sexpot his dad?!
Oh. Some people get all the right genes. Curses.
"I'm okay," he said, waving away my small attempt at concern.
"Alright," I said, with a shrug.
Dr. Sexpot – er, Cullen, turned to him and said, "Mr. Tyler Crowley? According to my files, you are far from okay. You fractured your elbow, and are bruised all over."
Tyler gave Dr. Cullen a meaningful look. Dr. Cullen mouthed, "Oh", and turned back towards me with a small smile that looked restraining. I rolled my eyes. Tyler's sad attempts to impress me had failed terribly.
"So, Bella, I'm going to examine your head to see if you have a concussion," stated Dr. Cullen.
"'Kay." I shrugged.
He touched my head all over, and asked if any spot was tender. I told him when it was, but I was hardly paying any attention to him at all. My eyes were locked with Edward's. He was smirking, and I was glaring. That smirk was just so damn annoying!
"Alright, Bella, you seem to be perfectly fine. Just a little bump on the head," Dr. Cullen grinned.
"Thank you, Dr. Cullen," I said, flashing him a bright smile with my Crest Whitestrip-whitened teeth and batting my eyelashes. Dr. Cullen's grin widened. Wow, we haven't even started dating and I've already won his father! Not too shabby…I congratulated myself.
"Can I go?" I asked, pouting. I didn't want to be stuck in this nasty hospital. Everything seemed so…sick-feeling. And bright. Yuck.
"Sure, Miss Swan," Dr. Cullen replied.
"Please, call me Bella." I gave him a flirtatious smile, and strutted out of there like there was no tomorrow. With the neck brace. Woops!
I took it off after about four steps. "Sorry, I would try to start a trend, but it is kind of uncomfortable," I apologized as I handed Dr. Cullen the neckbrace. It took all I had not to turn bright red, but I could feel it coming on. So I practically jogged out of there. When I got to the waiting room, there were all these students here from the school. I stopped dead in my tracks.
"What the hell are all you losers here for? Did someone die or something? Was it Mr. Banner?" I asked gleefully. I hated that ugly man.
They all gave me weird looks. Lauren, a towhead with a nasally voice that sent shivers up my spine, said, "No. Were here to see you. And Tyler."
I shuddered.
"What?" She asked, obviously peeved.
"Nothing. Other than you're voice. Is something wrong with your sinuses? Because if something is, then you're in the right place. Maybe they have a plastic surgeon, too! I bet he could get that nasty look off your face!"
She stared at me openmouthed, along with everyone else in the room. Then some geeky looking guy, oh yeah, that Erin guy or whatever, started clapping. And everyone else in the room joined in, except for Lauren and that Jessica bitch. Apparently, Lauren wasn't very well liked. I took a couple sweeping bows, twirling my hands around a bit, and then left the room, happy that I had finally made an impression that was, like, good. For once.
When I made it to the parking lot, I realized that I didn't have a car. But then I heard someone calling my name. I whipped my head around to look and see who it was, crossing my fingers and hoping that it was Edward.
I was severely disappointed when it was just my dad. Sigh.
"Wow, Bella, are you okay?" He asked, concern clear on his face.
"Yes dad, I'm perfectly fine. Just kinda extremely pissed that they dragged me here, even after I told them nothing was wrong with me! Stupid bitch of a nurse on the ambulance made me go there. I'll get her some day." I smiled evily, just to creep out Charlie.
It worked.
"Um, Bells-BELLA, no need to go there! I'm sure she just wanted to be positive that you were okay," replied Charlie, looking really nervous.
I grinned. "It's okay, Charlie. I wasn't going to do anything. Just freakin' you out. It's really fun, ya know."
He looked extremely relieved. "Well, you succeeded. Now get in the car, kiddo."
I scrunched up my loverly nose. Eiw, kiddo? Where do parents get these words?
It wasn't until we were on the highway that I realized that I hadn't fulfilled my plan to ask out Edward, as I was so distracted thinking of nasty words that parents seem to think it is really cute to call kids/teens. Well, there's always tomorrow…
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