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Chapter Five: Frogs, the Nurse, and Cars. Oh my.

Professor Dill began passing out the materials we were going to need. He passed out the dissecting trays, probes, scissors, and pins, forceps, rulers, and, last but not least, the frogs. I almost fainted right there. Those poor dead frogs. The frogs that we were about to hack up. I started to feel woozy at the thought. Once we got everything set up, Lila began the cutting process. She made a small incision and something squirted out. I started to gag, and that was never a good sign.

"Just go sit at that empty table next to us and put your head down," Lila instructed. I wasn't one to argue. I knew that if I had stayed over there any longer I would have thrown up. I lay at the vacant desk for about five minutes, and then my quest for not getting sick was ended.

"Ms. Swan? What are you doing?" Professor Dill asked.

"She's trying not to throw up. She wasn't lying when she said she got sick easily," Lila stood up for me.

"I suppose she wasn't…Do you need to go to the nurse, dear?"

"That would be great," I thanked him.

"Do you need an escort?"

"No, thank you. I can manage." With that I picked up my things and exited the room. I supposed that I would have to do some kind of book report to make up for this little mishap.

I walked into the nurse's office from the cold chill of the outside. It was nice and warm in this building. The main office was connected with the room where the school nurse treated the students, so I was stopped by the secretary before I made it to the door.

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Cope asked.

"I'm just going to see the nurse. I'm not feeling too well," I explained to her.

"Okay, dear. Just wait right here and I'll go see if she's ready for you."

I smiled at her, sat down, and began looking around the room. It was small with a desk in the middle that was cluttered with flyers and pens and other pieces of paper. There were potted plants everywhere and about five other plastic chairs, like the one I was sitting in, along the wall. It was another five minutes before the curly, red headed secretary came back.

"You can go in now," she smiled.

"Thank you." I walked to the green door and pushed it open. There, at a small wooden desk sat an elderly woman with large cat-eye glasses.

"Yes?"

"We were dissecting frogs in Professor Dill's class today, and I got sick," I explained to her.

"Here," she said, "lay down for a couple of minutes, and I'll go get you an ice pack and some Saltines." She steered me towards a small cot and I lay down to rest my eyes. A few minutes later the nurse came back with a plastic bag full of ice, a ginger ale, and some crackers. She let me lay down for a few more minutes, but she had more patients coming in and only one cot. I went out in the office and sat down in one of the chairs. There was a line at the desk keeping Mrs. Cope busy. The next thing I knew Edward walked through the door and Mrs. Cope asked him to take a seat. He looked around and sat a couple seats away from me when he had located the chairs.

"Hi," I said to him. He looked over at me and smiled a little.

"Hello." We didn't say anything for the next few seconds, but the silent treatment didn't last long, "What are you in for?"

"Huh?" I asked him. He had caught me off guard, but that didn't stop me from responding, "Oh, I'm just not feeling too well, that's all."

He looked worried, so I told him about the whole frog incident. He surprised me by laughing. My eyes widened in false hurt.

"You think it's funny that I can't stand the sight or smell of blood and guts?"

He laughed some more and nodded his head. I laughed with him this time. It was pretty funny. Then I started to feel sick again. My stomach was turning flips and it felt like the room was spinning. He stopped laughing and his expression turned anxious again.

"Are you okay?"

"I wish I could go home," was all I said.

"Why can't you?"

"They would never just let me walk up and say 'Hey, I just thought I'd go home now. Bye.' It'd never work."

"Don't be so sure. Wait here," he ordered. He walked up to the counter and looked the unsuspecting woman right in the eye, "Mrs. Cope? Bella's not feeling so well, and I think she needs to go home." I was shocked. Like she'd listen to him!

"Yes, she didn't seem like she felt too well…Let me just sign her out," she said to him. I was even more shocked than I was before. He had just got me excused from school…just because he asked! It was absolutely amazing, "Alright, it's all taken care of."

"Thank you very much," he smiled a dazzling smile at her and then walked back to me, "Told you."

"How did you do that?"

"What can I say? I'm just very persuasive."

"Well, thank you."

"Do you need a ride?" That was unexpected.

"No, thank you. It's not that far home. And besides, you can't drive," he was only fifteen. He didn't have his license.

"Oh, yes. Well, Emmett is skipping anyways, so he could drive you. Besides, I'm sick of being here. Home sounds nice," he offered.

"Nah, I think I'll walk. Thanks for helping me escape," I said and waved goodbye. I went to my locker, put up my books, and took a piece of paper out to tell Lila I wouldn't be riding home with her today. I stuck the note in her locker and made my way towards the door to freedom.

I was at the main road, and I had just crossed the street. I continued walking, looking around me at the beautiful forest. I had made it about three fourths of a mile away from the school and was about to walk a sharp corner. As soon as I made it around I saw car coming. I didn't think anything of it at first, but then it started to swerve. It was heading straight for me. I tried to jump out of the way, but by the time I had it was already too close, and I couldn't get far enough away. I closed my eyes hard and prepared myself for the impact of the speeding car, but when it hit, it wasn't as hard as I'd expected. Now, I'd never been hit by a car before, but at the speed that that thing was going and how close it had been, I expected a lot more than a bruise. I landed on the ground with a thud, and felt something hard and cold on top of me.

I opened my eyes and saw a terrified Edward Cullen. He had pushed me out of the way of the car! This reminded me that there was a car and it had just run off the road and crashed. I looked around and saw the heap of metal lying upside down and bunched up against the trees. I looked back at Edward with confusion in my eyes and then I remembered something.

"Where did you come from?" I asked him. He was supposed to be a school.

"I—Uh, I was right behind you…You forgot your book," he stuttered and pointed over at my backpack where all my books where strewed.

"But I didn't see you. I was just looking back there when the car came…You weren't there," I accused. It didn't make sense, but that was the truth. I had been looking at the forest around me, at the school in the distance, and not once had I seen him.

"I was right there, Bella," he told me, pleading with his eyes.

"I—The driver!"

"What?"

"The driver of the car! We have to see if he's alright." I had totally forgotten about the car. I was too busy trying to bring truth to insanity. I was off the subject for now, but it wouldn't be for good.

Edward rushed over to the car and disappeared for a minute. When he reappeared he looked grim.

He shook his head from side to side, "He didn't make it."

"We have to tell someone. Call the police or something."

"I don't have a cell phone. There's a pay phone at the school," he offered. I started walking back, and he followed in silence. I could feel him looking at me.

"You know, I haven't forgotten that you weren't anywhere near me," I reminded him

"What?" he asked. He made it sound like he didn't know what I was talking about, but there was a hint of fear behind his words.

"When you pushed me out of the way of the car. You weren't anywhere around."

"I'm telling you, Bella, I was," he said trying to convince me.

"I don't understand why you won't just admit it."

He was quiet for a minute, but then he continued, "You know what you're saying sounds completely insane, right?"

"Oh, I know, but that doesn't mean it isn't true." I was sounding crazier by the minute, "Why won't you just tell me what's going on? You can trust me."

"And how do I know that?" His accusation hurt. I know I didn't know him that well, but still. I didn't respond. We were at the school now, so I just walked up to the pay phone.

"Crap," I said while looking through my pockets. I didn't have any money. Edward reached around me, grabbed the phone, put in the twenty-five cents it took to make the call.

He waited a few seconds for someone to pick up. "Yes. I would like to report a serious traffic accident just up the road from Forks High School. I'm afraid the driver didn't make it," he paused. For a reaction I assumed, "You're welcome." Click. He hung up. I started walking back towards the road so I could go home when I noticed that he was following me. I spun around and raised an eyebrow at him.

"I think I'm going to walk you home. You don't look so good." I scoffed and walked on. I had left my things where the accident happened, so I stopped to pick them up on the way. Once I had gathered my things I continued walking. The whole trip was silent. I didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything to me. We reached my house in about forty-five minutes, and I didn't even turn around when I told him goodbye. I was still utterly upset that he didn't trust me. I opened my front door and quickly closed it behind me. I didn't want him to leave without getting one last good look at him for the rest of the day, so I ran to the kitchen window to spy on him. He was already gone. I looked up the road in both directions, but I didn't see him. Where could he have gone so fast? I was starting to wonder if I had imagined everything from the car accident to the walk home.

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Charlie walked in the door just as I was taking the steaks out of the oven and the baked potatoes out of the microwave.

"Hey, Bells. Whatcha' cookin'?"

"Steak and potatoes. How was your day?" I asked. This was the moment of truth. If he told me about the car accident, then I could somewhat believe myself that Edward Cullen appeared out of nowhere, saved me from getting squashed like a bug on the windshield of that car, and then walked me home only to disappear seconds later. Yeah.

"Well, there was a really bad wreck in front of your school today," he said, "I had to go out there and when I did…Well, you know the rest."

Huh? What'd he mean? Did he know that I left school early? "I do?" I asked nervously.

"Well, I thought you would, seeing as you probably would have seen the mess when school let out…" Oh! Yeah. That would make sense.

"Oh, yeah. You mean how the driver didn't make it?" Please, God, say that I was supposed to know that much, I thought to myself. I was not in the mood for getting grounded over leaving school early, or explaining to Dad how I walked home from school alone. Of course, it would had to have been alone, because I also didn't feel like telling him that I walked home from school early with Edward Cullen.

"Yes," he said with a suspicious look upon his face, "Are you feeling alright, honey?"

"I'm fine, Dad," I assured him. Just then the phone rang. I ran over and answered, "Swan residence."

"Hey, Bella! It's Mike," came the reply.

"Oh, hey Mike. What can I do you for?"

"Since you were all spaced at lunch, I just thought I'd call and confirm our plans for tomorrow."

"Oh," I said to him. The plans for the weekend made me realize that I hadn't yet mentioned it to Dad, "Can you hold on a second?"

"Sure." I put the phone down and turned to Dad.

"Hey, Dad? Mike Newton," he smiled at the name, so I continued, "and Jessica Stanley are going to the movies this Saturday, and they wanted to know if I could go. Can I?"

"Uh, sure. Why not?"

"Okay. Great," I turned back to the phone, "Yeah. I can go. What time did you say you'd be by here again?"

"Around twelve," he paused, "Thanks for hanging out with us Bella. I'm really glad you decided to come. We haven't hung out in a long time."

"I know what you mean. We should do stuff like this more often. And, hey, maybe next time there will be more volunteers to join us."

"You never know," he laughed, "Alright, well bye, Bella. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Bye, Mike. See you tomorrow," I hung up the phone and turned back to setting the table for dinner. I hoped that tomorrow would be fun. I hadn't had any of that in a while. I needed a break. I had just finished setting the table and serving the food when the doorbell rang, "What now?"

I opened the front door, and Lila was standing there with a science book and a few sheets of paper.

"Hey," I said with a confused look on my face as I hugged her in welcome, "Whatcha' got there?"

"Professor Dill wanted me to give you these. It's the notes I took after we did the experiment and the assignment he wants you to do since you…got…," I stopped her before she could talk any further and get my dad to listening. I'd be caught for sure, "Okay, well we'll talk tomorrow. I'll call you around four to see how your date with Mike and Jessica went." I smiled at her and waved goodbye. I'm guessing that she would have stayed longer had she not been grounded still.

I went back to the table and was ready for my dad to go all detective on me and ask a bunch of questions, whether they were about tomorrow or what Lila was doing here. The movies would definitely be the easier choice seeing as I wouldn't have to lie for that one. I was a terrible liar. I would have been caught instantly if he'd asked me about Lila's visit. But I needn't worry about it since he never did. Tonight's dinner was quiet. I silently thanked God for that as I washed the night's dishes.

"I'm going to bed," I said. It was nine forty-five, and I was tired, "Goodnight, Dad."

"Goodnight, Bella," he said absently. He was watching one of his games on the sports channel. I didn't expect anymore than that.

I was surprised to find that the night's dream had changed. Instead of set in a classroom, it was set on the road, the one leading away from school. It was one of those dreams where you just knew you were alone. It was dead silent in a really creepy way. I walked and walked and turned back toward the school once or twice. No one was there, but I felt like someone was. I had walked about a mile away from school when, out of no where, Edward was at my side, but, just as quick as he was there, he was gone. This process went on and on until I finally woke up at ten fifteen AM.

I knew that I had to get ready for the movies, so I forced my body up, got some clothes, and picked up my bathroom bag.

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Author's Note: Ah ha! Yeah, no, but this chapter was really weird. I wanted Edward to give her a ride home, but I had forgotten that they're only fifteen (supposedly, in Edward and Alice's cases). So that created a little problem…Edward can't drive yet! Of course, Edward can drive, but he can't do it in front of anyone he knows from school. This leads to the fact that he can't drive at school, and so on. So…this chapter had to be kind of lame and he had to walk her home from school. But it was kind of cute. It reminded me about the times when a lot of guys walked the girls they liked home. Now all they do is say "Hey! You're hot! Jump in and I'll give you a ride!" Somehow it's just not quite as romantic…And, back to the point, it all worked out for the better I guess. Oh and please read my other story: Time to Dance. It may seem like it's going to suck because of some of the events, but I promise that something good will come of it. You WILL like it…I hope. Well, READ & REVIEW!! Thank you. :)