I was eventually releases from the hospital, although the few days that I was there seemed like weeks. It had been a week since the accident and I refused to sit at home a day longer, so today I am sitting in my first block class, at the same desk I always sit at with the weird mushroom carved into it and the creaky back. It was a welcomed sight, a thought that I had never related to school and all its surroundings. I, however, wasn't happy with all the attention I was getting. I was getting really tired of telling people that I was perfectly fine.

Beep Beep.

The intercom overhead signaled that a voice was soon to follow.

"Mr. Banner?" A bored, yet friendly voice from upon said.

"Yes?"

"Do you have Bella Swan in your class?" Oh God.

"Sure do. What'd you need?"

"Will you send her down to the Counselor's office?" Oh God. This day just took a turn into Awkwardville.

"Sure thing, she's on her way." He nodded his head towards the door, silently giving me permission to leave. I stood up, which took about five minutes because of the leg cast, and shakily made my way out of class.

I couldn't believe that this was happening. It would be bad enough to be called in there under normal terms, but now? I looked like a goober with my sky high cast and awkward crutches. Not to mention that some of the scratches on my face and arms had yet to heal and I had refused to cover them with makeup, much to Ali's dismay. I looked like I had just come from a cage fight or something. Ugh. This was just so my luck.

As I neared his door I attempted to control my breathing. I clumsily reached for the door knob, but it was out of grasp since my arms were elevated, due to the crutches. Instead of turning the handle to open the door, I repeatedly flicked the handle in an attempt to turn it, which resulted in a lot of noise and a red-faced Bella. I lifted my hand to knock just as the door was pulled open.

"Isabella, come in." Why did Isabella sound so good when he said it?

"Thanks." I replied quietly as I stumbled past him.

"Have a seat. We have some things to discuss. How are you feeling?" Did he have to look so concerned? It made it really hard to concentrate on focus on anything but his eyes. Which are beautiful. Oh my…

"Bella?"

"Uh- I'm good. It really wasn't that bed. I'm fine." Genius.

"Well, I- we were all very worried." Now he looked flustered, I swear I'm imagining things.

"Thank you, but I'm fine. Really." I found myself wanting to thank him for the flowers, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up without sounding creepy.

"Good," he said with a smile. A beautiful smile. "Now, you did miss a week of school, and the last thing you want is to fall behind. It's my job to make sure that we keep you caught up." Did I just hear 'we.' Mmmm 'we.' Me gusta.

"…and if you do then just come visit me and we will get that worked out." Crap, I totally zoned out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McCarthy, I missed that." I felt my face blaze as I looked down.

"Bella, are you sure you feel okay?"

I swear my heart stopped. He had reached across the table and rested his hand just in front of mine. His fingertips lingered, barely resting on mine. It was enough. Enough to drive me crazy. My hand felt like it was on fire, and my face couldn't be far off. My heart felt like if it beat any faster that it would sprout wings and fly out of my chest. My stomach was like the migrating season for the Monarchs, so much commotion. I had to leave.

"I have to go." I turned, stood as fast as my leg allowed, picked the crutches off the floor, and b-lined for the door.

"Bella! Where are you going?!" He had risen from his chair, behind his desk and was following me to the door. "Isabella, I'm sorry-"

I turned to face him. "Thank you for the flowers." I said almost harshly.

"Wha- you got my flowers?" He half smiled, but held the confused expression on his face.

"Uh- yeah. Blue, they were lovely. My favorite color." Blah. Darn you word vomit.

"Blue." He smiled. "I'm glad you liked them. I saw them and thought of you."

"What?" Why did that sound liked a confession?

"Uh- What? Hey, look Bella. If you need my help come and find me. Okay?" Nice save, buddy. Way to play with a girl's emotions. He had no idea what he was doing. It was all so wrong.

He turned around headed back to his office and swung the door shut behind him, leaving a stunned me, standing there going back over the conversation in my mind.

I saw them and thought of you. Thought of you.

I smiled.

Today was the day she returned. Bella, that is. She wasn't expected back until next week, at least, but for some reason I wasn't that surprised that she's shown up early. Her return, however meant that I would have to call her down to my office, as I had with so many other students before. It was sort of a policy. If a student misses so much school, then you call them down and discuss their make up work and such. All sorts of fun.

With Bella, however, it was different. It was both a very good and a very bad thing. Good because for some reason I felt the need to verify that she was okay. Bad because it would just add fuel to the fire. I would just think about her more.

I called her down, and tidied up as I waited for her to arrive. The office seemed a lot less organized then it had yesterday… I froze when I heard the door knob jiggle. I practically jumped out of my seat to get to the door. I opened it to examine her. Wow that sounded creepy.

She looked both worse and better than I had expected. She looked beautiful, which was really frustrating because I was trying not to think that. At the same time she had some small scratches on her face, and her leg cast was hard to miss. She didn't look very happy, I'm assuming it had something to do with the crutches tucked under her arms. I held the door as she hobbled in.

"Isabella, come in." I offered a nice smile, but she opted to stare at the ground as she passed me. It wasn't hard to gather how shy she was.

"Thanks." She replied quietly.

"Have a seat. We have some things to discuss. How are you feeling?" I tried to hide my irrational concern for her well being, but I don't think I did such a good job. She locked her eyes with my own, something I hadn't been expecting, and I knew there was no hiding it.

"Bella?" I repeated, after receiving no answer.

"Uh- I'm good. It really wasn't that bed. I'm fine." I wasn't sure if she meant it or if she was just putting on an act, but either way I hoped what she'd said had been the truth.

"Well, I- we were all very worried." Damn it.

"Thank you, but I'm fine. Really."

"Good," I replied with a genuine smile. "Now, you did miss a week of school, and the last thing you want is to fall behind. It's my job to make sure that we keep you caught up." It was strange to put us together as a 'we.' I think I liked it more than I should. I continued with the normal speech about making up school work, and possible tutoring sessions, and so on.

"…and if you do then just come visit me and we will get that worked out." I finished

"I'm sorry, Mr. McCarthy, I missed that."

"Bella, are you sure you feel okay?"

I have no idea why I did what I did. I reached my hand across the short length and gently laid my fingers against her hand, as if to comfort. I was thrilled to in any way be touching her. I inwardly smiled (and danced but whatever). She however didn't seem as thrilled by the idea of me touching her.

Her face lit up in red. "I have to go." She reached for her crutches on the ground. She somehow swiftly rose from her chair and headed for the door.

"Bella! Where are you going?!" I followed her, calling. "Isabella, I'm sorry-"

She spun around.

"Thank you for the flowers." Her words came out in a low, hushed tone.

"Wha- you got my flowers?" I smiled. I liked knowing that she appreciated a gift that I gave her. I'd love to give her more, unfortunately that would never happen.

"Uh- yeah. Blue, they were lovely. My favorite color." Blue. I smiled. The color made me think of her. It was calm and cool and beautiful. Like her.

"Blue. I'm glad you liked them. I saw them and thought of you."

"What?" Shit. Did I say that last part out loud? She looked at me like I was a crazy person.

"Uh- What? Hey, look Bella. If you need my help come and find me. Okay?" I think I was the one blushing now. I quickly retreated into my office, shutting the door behind me. My heart felt like it was beating a thousand miles an hour, and I swear my palms were sweating. That had been a close one, yet at the same time, it was almost a relief to say something of the nature to her. Now, even if I was a total idiot, and everything about the situations was screwed up being belief, at least she would know that at some point I had though about her.

Little did she know that I seemed to always be thinking about her these days… Lord help me.

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