Let me start out with this- I AM SO SORRY! I really learn how to juggle everything I do- choir competition and lessons, piano practice, social time (my friends get together WAY to much!), and all those dumb grades! Science and math, trying to get them to stay A's in advanced classes drives me insane. Why do I take all advanced classes? Do I like to hurt myself?! ANYWAYS….
(Bella's POV)
There are always times in your life when start thinking about all the dumb mistakes you've made. And this was one of them.
When you realize you are marrying someone who is in love with you (though you don't love them) because you want to keep the person you DO love alive you start to… rethink things.
"Now doesn't your hair just look darling?!" The hairdresser asked. She was smiling widely, her yellow teeth glaring at me. I tried not to look at her deranged teeth as I answered her.
"Oh, of course, thank you." I gave one last smile before giving the excuse of being thirsty and departing. As soon as I was out of the room my smile dropped and I sagged against the door.
Before I could start my pity party Anna came by at top speed, looking over the decorations, the decorator following behind, a look of pain on his face. She pointed to some flowers and said pointedly, "Those look horrible, what were you thinking?!" She let out a laugh. "People these days." She dropped her purse to the ground, and relaxed against the wall.
She stopped still when she saw me and let out a big smile. "Bella! What a lovely bride you make."
I held back a groan as another smile slipped out from her as she looked over me. I knew I didn't look good. My skin looked sickly pale, the way I moved looked stressed, and worry lines creased my forehead. I could tell she found this amusing, unlike I did.
Unfortunately I couldn't reply to nastily. "Thank you, I wish I could say the same for you but I don't know if you are going to ever get married. I mean, you go through guys so fast. What's the term they use for that? Oh yes- picky. They can't exactly say play girl, can they?"
The designer let out a small chuckle and Anna's smile dropped into a nasty frown. Seeing this she put on a fake smile and said, "I guess they can't. It's hard when there are so many willing guys to pick from. But I guess you wouldn't know. Would you?"
My eyes narrowed. This girl really got on my nerves. "No, not really. Guys who actually have a personality like me, something that doesn't happen to me. Like Edward." Saying his name hurt but I made it through without wincing.
Her fists clenched up. "Bella you really make me laugh sometimes. Come on," she said to the decorator, "where not done." She stomped off without her bag with the poor guy going behind her.
I was leaving when her phone went off. At first I thought about just finding her but realized when I got to her it would be to late and I didn't really want to see her again anyways.
I had started walking again when my coconscious got the better of me. Knowing Anna someone important was probably calling. I would feel a bit bad if she missed her part in the next great movie because of me. Annoyed, I went over and snatched up her phone. Just as I was about to press talk it went off. I didn't really care it showed the call she had missed but who it was from made me stop still. It was from Edward. I small gasp came out. What the heck?
I started to look into the history of her calls and saw that this was the first call from him. I decided to look through her texts. Anything. Anything would help.
Accidentally I clicked on her phone number info when I was about to go through her texts. This number made me freeze. This phone number was the one who had sent all the texts telling me what to do, how to keep Edward alive.
It was all Anna who had done this. Anna knew where Edward was, and what was happening. I needed to find her now. The wedding planner ran right into me as I turned the corner. "Bella! There you are, thank goodness. It's started, the wedding is. Everyone has been wondering where you are."
She latched onto my arm and pulled open the wedding doors to the aisle before I could say anything. Everyone looked expectantly at me, just standing there. My father came to my side and gently started leading me to the alter, all the while my eyes still wide with shock and my mind screaming at me. I had to get married.
The horrid wedding chimes rang through the elaborate chapel. My feet moved one after another robotically. I knew I didn't love Jacob but what I didn't know was what I should do.
Jacob kept up his smile while I was walking up but he knew something was wrong with me.
My face was blank, eyes wide, my body moving jerkily. I could see the concerned faces as I passed.
I was now at the alter and I could hear words being spoken, rings being exchanged, it was all just a drill. I didn't want to marry Jacob but if I didn't I was scared for Edward. I was so confused. So lost.
Then the priest said something that made everything clear. "Bella, do you take Jacob to be your husband?"
I closed my eyes and took a step back. "No, I don't."
A large gasp made its way through the audience and the reporters jaw were hanging open.
The priest gave a small cough. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Just then, before anything else could happen, the doors burst open and Edward and Dmitri stepped through them. Their clothes were torn, and it looked like they had just lived through a tornado.
The guards on the sides of the doors made a move to them but Dmitri held them back as Edward started walking up the aisle.
"Bella, no! Please do not marry Jacob, we need to talk-" More guards had come to get them and were taking them back out the doorway.
All people now had their mouths open, and journalists were writing franticly. Everyone thought Edward was dead, and that I loved Jacob. Not so much.
I was frozen when Jacob's grandmother spoke up. "Oh just go get him! Really, this is killing me." She rolled her eyes.
I stared at her. "What?"
She gave me an annoyed look. "You heard me. Go get him, hurry, he's probably being taken out of the building right now."
I turned to Jacob and gave him a small hug. Right before I pulled away I whispered, "I'm sorry."
He nodded and then gave me a small push towards the door, his eyes sad but understanding.
Grabbing my huge dress, I picked up as much as possible, and started to run for it. The marble hallways seemed to go on forever. Finally I reached the side exit of the building, where Edward and Dmitri were walking away.
"Stop!" I yelled, and Edward looked up in surprise. Just as I stepped outside a huge gust of wind blew, and the rain started soaking my dress and skin.
Grabbing my high heels I tore them off and ran after Edward. A lightning bolt shot through the sky and a wall of rain made it hard to see him.
I was having a hard time moving with the wet dress and everything. Another gust of wind almost blew me over as a continued toward Edward.
"Bella? What are you doing? What about your wedding?" I was finally close enough to hear him screaming through the wind.
I let out a laugh as I stepped right up to him, pushing away my wet hair. "What wedding?"
He stepped closer. "What Bella? I can't hear you!"
I shook my head. "What happened Edward?"
He looked down at my shaking body. "You really want to know?"
"Yes." I said, holding my arms close to my body, freezing.
He stepped close to me and brought his arms around my whole body, and whispered in my ear. "What happened is when I first saw you, I had to think about how to breath. What happened was when another guy looked at you; I wanted to beat them up. What happened Bella, is that I can't get over you." I looked up and meet his green eyes, and a shiver ran down my spine.
I was speechless; I didn't know what to say. He looked away for a second and then looked straight down at me. He tilted down, like he was going to kiss me and said. "What happened Bella was that I fell in love." And with those words said his arms wrapped around my waist and he forcefully brought me to him, his lips meeting mine.
As the rain kept falling Edward and I stood there in the freezing rain, kissing like there was no tomorrow.