AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry that the last one wasn't as good… I'm kind of going through writer's block and I thought maybe if I started writing something else I'd get inspiration… Thanks for all the reviews and I'll try my best to make the next ones better! Love ya!
Mike was stupid enough to try. I closed my eyes as he raised his fist. I hated him, but I couldn't watch him get hurt. And the sight of blood.. Ew.
It happened very fast then. My eyelids shut, his hand whizzed through the air, and I heard the crunch. Ow.
"GAH!" I heard.
Finally I felt hot, muscular arms around me, and I opened my eyes and realized I was sobbing in Jake's chest.
"Hush, Bella, it's okay, I wasn't hurt, okay? Sh…"
I wasn't sure why I was crying. Tears were just pouring out of my tear glands, causing my eyes to get seriously red, almost as red as my cheeks. Damn. I thought. I was definitely gonna have bags under my eyes in the morning.
I should work on this whole "cry when I least want to" thing.
"Jake," I gasped. He hugged me tighter.
"I'm.. I'm not crying." I managed to get out, then felt really stupid about it. God, I'm such an idiot.
"What I meant was, I'm okay. But I'm…"
Jake put his finger to my lips to shush me. "Bella, I know why you're crying. It's okay. I'm fine. No scratch. But…" he looked over at Mike, I didn't dare. "I can't say the same for-"
I cut him off. I was so mad.
"Why the hell do you think I am crying?!" I yelled, exasperated. He looked at me in confusion.
"I don't know why either! I'm not even trying to cry so stop worrying about me and take me away from this bloody place!" Ew. I could smell it in the air, rust, salt, gross-ness.
My stomach started rumbling. And this is why.
I stood up, trying to calm it, but one step and it was out.
Gasps throughout the crowd were the last thing I heard before "Blehhhhhh!".
Already-been-in-my-stomach food splattered everywhere, especially the only person within three feet of a radius around me.
It reminded of P.E., when I took the risk of not dodging and hitting the ball.
Mike was covered in puke. It made everything worse, when he realized what happened, covered in barf and blood he was, and threw up himself.
"EW, MIKE!" Jessica screamed. She ran away, holding her nose.
Inside, I was bursting with laughter aside from the nausea. I was happy and sick and disgusted and embarrassed all at the same time. Mike got what he deserved and more. I almost felt a little bad about that.
JACOB'S POV:
"Fuck you!" he cried to Bella and me. I tried to ignore that, but it still got to me. I couldn't help myself.
"What the hell did you say to me?" I responded to that jerk. Bella elbowed me in the ribs, but I didn't feel it.
He looked so ridiculous saying that. Fuck you, covered with barf and blood. I held my nose and flashed a smile at him. Everyone else had fled from the ill scene. I would've too, except Bella was still here and I felt like there was still some unfinished business.
Mike was a mess. He'd tried to hit me, but I'd grabbed his wrist, twisted it, and punched his own nose. Blood flew everywhere, and then Bella had puked all over his shirt, which made him sick. It was actually kind of funny, but Bella was sick and I had to get her home.
So I did.
"Mike, call your parents and tell them to pick you up. You're a mess!" I told him. "I'm taking Bella home, she seems a little sick. Bye!"
Shaking from forcing the laughter to stay hidden behind my teeth, I grabbed Bella's arm, thankfully she had not been hit with either one of their blood or puke, and carried her in my arms, bridal style.
Her face was a little green, so I lay her down in the back seat of the Rabbit and I drove in the front. But when we were on the freeway a loud giggle burst through her lips. It encouraged me, so I let out a hoot of laughter.
We got to my house, where she lied down on the couch and we waited for Charlie to pick her up, Bella insisted that I shouldn't drive her when she was sick. I could've won this argument, but she was so weak that I didn't have the heart.
I didn't even try to kiss her, she claimed that I'd get sick, so I stayed quiet. But the sick excuse didn't stop me from stroking her cheeks, running my fingers through her hair. Her head was on my lap, I'd won that dispute too, and I was humming quietly to her.
Soon Charlie was home, and Billy came downstairs to greet him.
"Where's my daughter, Jacob?" he called.
I looked up, pointing at a sleeping Bella, signaling him to be quiet.
He got the message. "Oh," he whispered.
"Jake, go put Bella in the cruiser," Billy commanded. I nodded.
When Bella was in the car, I watched as Charlie drove away, smiling. I'd see her tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after. Because she was mine. And not Newton's.
BELLA'S POV:
Monday morning. I woke up from a sound sleep. Last night Jake and I'd walked through the park, holding hands. I'd forgotten about the squabble with Mike.
When I'd woken up last night, it was around two in the morning, and Charlie had given me the devil for it, I should have 'called him to pick him up as soon as I got sick', I shouldn't have done this, done that, blah blah blah. I was released to go to sleep at around 3:30, and had dozed off, forgetting all about his talk… and most of all, Mike.
But today, it was the first thing I thought of. What if Mike felt okay enough to come to school? The question ran in my head as I took a shower. I scrubbed my scalp with shampoo. It smelled delicious, like apples and cranberries, but I was too distracted to enjoy the lovely scent. I massaged my body with a dark blue body wash. It smelled like, obviously, blueberries. The artificial scent went up my nose but I couldn't comprehend it, worrying about Mike.
"Bella! I hope you're feeling better!" Jessica called when I passed her car. I could tell she was embarrassed about something.
"Yeah, Jess, I'm fine. Are you okay?" she knew I wasn't talking about her physical health.
"Oh, yeah, I'm so over… him." I could tell she was slightly still not over him, and embarrassed about it. Probably upset, too, I could see the hurt in her eyes.
I decided to change the subject. "So Jake and I walked in the park last night…" hoping to cheer her up with some gossip.
It worked like a charm.
"Seriously? Did he kiss you? Wait, which park was it?" she squealed.
I went through… most of the details with her, until we got to class. I saw Mike in the middle of the room, surrounded by a group of kids. There was a huge white bandage on his nose.
Uh-oh.
"Oh my god, are you okay, Mike?" and "Dude, I heard what happened. Seriously, dude, I mean Jacob BLACK?!" were the quotes coming from these worried and disappointed and impressed students.
Then I stepped in the room, and all eyes were on me. I gulped and brought my hand up to my forehead, wiping off the drops of sweat that were not caused by the 96F heater.
Later, after class, Mike came up to me. "Hiya, Bella!" he said, as if I didn't have a boyfriend.
"Hi, Mike, are you okay?" I asked, trying not to be obvious about the annoyance in my voice.
He ignored it. "Yeah, Bella, I'm fine… man, that guy has a hard hand!" he said, rubbing his nose gently.
"M-hm. So, why are you talking to me?" I tried not to let 'that guy' get to my head. I still owed him for his really badly sprained nose.
"Oh, well, I just came over to say that I want you to break up with him." Okay, I didn't owe him anymore. What the hell? He was so confident in his words, like it didn't even bother him at all that I had feelings.
"Mike! That's so…" what was the word I was looking for? "incredibly insensitive of you!" That didn't even cover it. "Ugh!" I finished, walking away in the wrong direction to my next class.
"Wait, Bella!" he called. I let him catch up to me, arms folded.
"Sorry I was so rude. I just don't like the kid, that's all. I don't think he's… good for you."
"Oh, really?" I replied, the sarcasm acidic in my tone. "That's great. Now butt out, and leave me alone."
"Come on, I know you really don't like him." He said.
That JERK! But before I could respond, he grabbed my neck and came closer.
What the fuck did he think he was doing?!
He leaned forward, and his lips touched mine.