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MIKE

I hadn't looked at Rose or Alice in weeks. Ever since Jessica asked for homework help, my mind would wander…

She was cute, sure. But beautiful? Maybe I was just thinking about her to distract me from other things…

I flinched at the thought. Using Jess as a filler? Nah. Maybe I should keep away. She sat a few rows from me now, looking into a compact mirror. I may not seem observant--but I am. Her green eyes switched from the mirror to Rosalie; not far away, in a split second.

Yes, girls envied Rosalie. I kept my head down.

JESSICA

I ducked my head against the growing wind--my face was whipped from my hair. I sighed, staring at my books. My car seemed so far away…

My boot steered off track, nearly bringing me to the icy gravel. Stupid ice.

Stupid weather.

Stupid Forks.

Stupid Cullens.

Stupid--

I didn't mean to think that. Always on my mind--I hated it. It was about to get a lot worse, too, because I had a physical today so I could turn out for spring track and field. A physical meant going to Forks' only doctor's office: the one Dr. Cullen worked at. I'd seen him in the halls before there, but I'd never had a good enough injury to be treated by the best doctor in town. I hoped I was never cared for by him.

I reached the door, slammed it closed, and let out a huff of white air. Pulling at my scarf, I steered for the doctor clinic.

The office was warm and smelled like latex gloves inside. I saw a couple kids from school in the waiting room--for physicals, too no doubt. The time flew after I buried my face in a magazine and tried to figure out my face shape for the perfect haircut. I didn't notice the nurses coming in and taking away patients so repetitiously…

"Jessica Stanley?"

I looked up and felt cold. Frozen. Frost bitten. I gripped the pages and clenched my teeth before slowly rising to follow Dr. Cullen, my joints creaking in stress.

"In for a check, Miss Stanley?" He smiled warmly while inspecting my records. Woah--seeing Dr. Cullen up close--amazing. His hair was a very pale gold, like sunlight--and was pushed from his smooth white face as if he'd been running his long fingers through it in thought. His nose was perfectly angled, his cheekbones high and sensitive looking. His lips were rosy and thin, yet perfect on his face.

After taking in his beauty, I felt terrified. Dr. Cullen was going to inspect me?!

Ohhhh no no no…

"Carlisle?" a familiar voice rang. This couldn't be any worse. Alice had emerged from the bathroom in the green hall. "I don't think we'll be home before you are tonight." she told him. He only nodded. She looked at me, then gracefully headed towards the waiting room and out the exit.

Dr. Carlise Cullen came back to business, leading me to a room. I nervously sat up on the bed, the paper beneath me crinkled ominously.

"No allergies, no recent broken bones or stitches…" he read off. I blinked, feeling cold again, in the worst way. I looked out the window. Endless snowdrift. He startled me when he came so close…

"Please try not to blink…" A blinding light stung my eye. "…and open. Say 'ah.'"

I really didn't want to. I'd rather tear off my fingernails! How was my breath? How silly…he was married. And a Cullen. That in itself made him unobtainable.

I began to feel a little comfortable after the reflex test; he asked me about school and what I was turning out for. I was surprised that he didn't ask about his own children to me. Why didn't he? A normal parent would. Like, "Do you have Alice in any classes?" or "Emmett tells me that computer class is challenging. Are you finding it fairly easy?"...maybe "Did you happen to goto MORP this year?"

Any questions would be embarassing to answer, but he was dad! He was supposed to make teens writhe and giggle with discomfort.

Maybe he knew how antisocial his kids were. Maybe he told them to be like that. Who would do such a thing? The thought was jarring.

It shocked me more, however, when we began the breathing test. I picked an awful day to wear my thick pearl sweater. "Could you lift up your shirt a bit?" his soft voice asked. I blushed deeply, and all signs of coldness melted in fierce heat. The cool air hit my back--then I shuddered when the icycle-like stethoscope met. He pulled away after a silent moment and I fumbled to roll down my shirt.

"All seems well. Have a good season, Miss Stanley." He smiled--it was just as dazzling as his children's. He handed me a manila folder for the front desk. I blinked and bit my lip to keep from staring at his perfect face or maybe hypervenilating. I nodded and scurried out.

Why me?

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