Just as I promised, a doubled update this week. Hopefully this one is little more interesting than the last one. Btw, what this chapter it about is not until the end. But don't scroll all the down to read it. Read the whole thing please. Okay, here we go, your reward for making to double digits, the second chapter for the week. Chapters 5, enjoy.
5. Talking
"Jake, I'm not doing that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm going to break my neck" I responded
"Not if you do it right."
"I'm not going to doing it right."
He was trying to convince me to learn how to do tricks on the bike. Mainly, he wanted me to learn how to pop a wheelie. I don't know who told him that would be a good idea, but I like my life and I didn't want to lose it because he wanted to learn a dumb trick. I was perfectly happy just riding the damn thing.
We were at his house wrapping down our motorcycles, because we got dust and dirt all over them. Ever since my birthday, I was spending a lot of time over here. I was using the bike to blow off some steam. It seemed like Alice was stepping up her game for me to talk to him. I keep tell her I'll do it when I was ready. I guess she thinks I wasn't moving fast enough.
I wrapped my bike one more time to make sure it was nice and shiny. I don't know why I was spending so much time cleaning it. As soon as it was clean again, I was going to take it out and get it dirty.
"Come on, just try it. You'll never know that you can get it if you know try." He begged again.
"Yeah, and if I try it once and fail, I'll never do anything again." I counter
"Come on bells, you're being afraid for no reason."
"Jake, I'm not trying the damn trick." I said as I threw the rag at him in frustration. I want him to stop pushing that stupid idea. In fact, I think I was mad that he was pushing at all. Everyone telling me what I should do was pissing me off.
"I hope you mean a beaver dam, young lady." I turned around and saw my mom standing in the doorway with a plate of sandwiches in her hand, which was the only thing she could make correctly. She and I were over the Blacks' house for lunch.
"Sorry, mom. Jake just made me mad." I glared at him. Even though I was seventeen now, she still didn't approve of me cursing. Even small words upset her.
"It's okay, just watch in next time." She warned. I nodded. "I thought you guys would be hungry, so I brought you a few sandwiches." She said as she sat the plat down on a clear counter.
"Thanks mom." I said as Jacob reached a sandwich on top.
"Yeah, thanks, Miss Renée" he said with his mouth full.
"Eww. Jake, that's repulsive." I said in disgust. "Chew, shallow, and then speak." I lectured. I didn't mean to sound like a mom, but he needed better manners.
He swallowed the food that was in his mouth. "Yeah, thank Renée." he said again.
I sat on a stool before taking one myself.
She nodded in response before leaving. Jacob and I sat, talked and ate. He ate well more than his share. He had about five while I only had three. The guy was a machine when it came to eating. He could finish a whole extra large pepperoni pizza by himself, while I can barely finish half a medium one.
When we were finished eating, I grabbed my hamlet. "We're going again?" he asked.
"I am. I don't know about you." I put my hamlet on the seat and wheeled the bike out of the garage. "Mom, I going one more time before we leave. I'll be back in a few." I called to my mom, who was the pouch with Billy.
"Hold on, young lady. You're going by yourself?" she asked as she stood up and walked over to me.
"Yes, mom. I'll be fine. I have my hamlet, and I'm just taking the local streets." I tried to convince her, but she wasn't buying it. She shook her head.
"Jake." She yelled to where he still was. He ran out. "Bella's going out one more time, go with her please." She hated my bike so much that she wasn't conformable with me going myself. She felt better with Jake was with me because he was more experience than me. I keep telling her that I could handle myself, but she never trust my words.
He nodded as he went back in the garage to get his bike and hamlet. "Mom, you don't have to make him go. He's tired anyways."
"You said you'll only be a while. He'll be fine." She shrugged it off.
"Mom, I am seventeen." I remained her. "I've driven from school and back since sophomore year."
"Yeah, but you were in a car." Compare to the thing I was driving before my rabbit, the damn motorcycle was safer.
"I don't need a d-" she gave me a look, daring me to finish that word. I had to catch myself, because she was angering me. Everyone was telling what to do, like I couldn't think for myself or some shit. It was pissing me off to no end. "I don't need a babysitter" I tried again.
"He goes or you don't"
I sighed, knowing that was the end of the conversation and no use trying to reason with her anymore. I really needed to go so I could get my stress level down.
"Fine. Whatever." I rolled my eyes. I felt a hand around my waist when she started walking away.
"I really don't mind, Bells. Besides, for what's it worth, I would love you being my babysitter." He gave me a peck on the cheek. That made me chuckle for two reasons. For one, if I was any older than him, I would be. And two, it's funny that we didn't have to be dating for him to put a sexually undertone to the things he said.
I elbowed him in the ribs and signaled him to get on his bike so we could go. I put my hamlet on and gave my mom a small wave before taking off.
We rode on a side road. There weren't many cars, so we could go as fast as we wanted. Which is what exactly what I need at the moment.
I started thinking about everything that was upsetting me. There were so many things I wanted to just stop. So many people I wanted to stop as while.
My mom was one. For some reason, she's really starting to irritate me. She doesn't even have to do anything. She could ask a simple question and I would snap at her and spent the rest of the day in my room.
I started to speed up.
Alice was another one. I would like her to stop trying to act like my mom and start acting like my friend in this situation. I didn't tell my mom what was going on for obvious reasons; why did she feel she had to fill in the role for the time being? I keep tell her I'll talk to him, later than sooner, she doesn't need to push the damn issue.
The thoughts were making me angrier, so I sped up again. This time, I boosted the speed up so much, the bike actually tipped back a little before taking the up the speed.
I did the damn wheelie, even if it was by accident. Jake better be happy. I know he saw it since he was behind me. And that's was another thing. If he was supports to be with me, why was he so far behind? Each time I sped up, he should have done the same thing to keep up. Fucking jackass. Everyone was just pissing me off at the moment.
"Bella slow down!" I heard someone yell. I should have known who it was; I don't know why I did what I did next. I glance back for a second to see if he was behind me, and the next thing I hear is someone yelling at me to watch out and a loud horn at the same time.
I faced forward again and saw a truck coming my way. Out of reflex, I made a shape turn to the right to avoid the truck just in time before it came too close to me. Unforntaly, since the turn was too sharp, I couldn't get the damn thing straight again. I became to panic and started turning the handles all kinds of way. Everything I knew about riding a motor bike was flying out of my head with every passing second.
"Shit!" I yelled a loud.
"Bella." I heard Jacob yell my name in panic. I didn't need him stressed. He needed to be calm to fucking help me.
"Jake, help. I forgot had to stop." I yelled back, hoping he was close enough to help. When he saw the truck coming my way, he should have sped up to catch up to me.
"Hit the front brakes on the handles." He ordered. I did what he told me and stamped on the brakes. I must have done it to hard or was going too fast; because the second I did it, the bike stopped, but I didn't.
I was flung off it and thrown to the ground. I put up my right arm to protect my face from the fall because I knew I would hit the ground hard as hell.
As soon as I land, the impact hit my wrist. I quickly flipped on my back to get off it and sat up. I took off my hamlet to get some air. I had to do it with one hand because the hand I landed on was hurting too much. I was holding my wrist and yelling in pain when he finally pulled up to me.
He climbed off his bike and raced over to me without parking it. "Bella, are you okay?" he put his hamlet next to mine and bended down next to me
"Do I fucking look okay, Jake?" I snapped. I wasn't mad at him; my wrist was just hurting so badly, I couldn't help it. "God! It fucking hurts." I yelled though my teeth.
I felt tears start to roll down my face. I've never been the one to cry in pain. I use to fall off my bed all the time when I was younger when I was jumping on it, not once, did I shear a tear. Now, my wrist was just a little hurt and I was crying like a baby. When did I become a little punk when it came to pain?
"Here, let me see it." He ordered. I slowly took my hand away from my wrist and slowly handle it out for him to see it. I was being careful because I was afraid that any sudden movements would make it hurt even more.
He took it in his hand and carefully pushed up the sleeve of my jacket. I clinched slightly at the touch. He looked at me with caution before turning his attention back to my injured wrist.
He lightly turned it back and forth in his hand. "does this hurt?" he said before lightly applying pressure to where it seem like it hurt the most with his finger.
"OUCH!" I yelled. "Hell yeah, that hurts." I pushed his hand away with my good one. I put my wrist back into my own hand, where I felt it would be safer.
"We need to get you to a hospital." He concluded as tried to look at it again.
"No!" I shouted out of reflex. I hated doctors of any kind. Something about a total strange being in my personal space just doesn't sit right with me. That and other reasons. He knows how I felt about them and he still insisted.
"We have to. Your wrist can be broken."
"No, we don't. It's fine, see." I tried to exercise my wrist to show him it was okay. But when I tried it, I felt pain and reacted. I yelled though my teeth in pain again and had it back in my hand.
"See? We have to go, now." I sighed at the fact that his words were right. "Can you stand?" he asked. I could stand perfectly fine, it was the getting up I would have a problem with. I needed to use both of my hands to do so, and I wasn't going to put pressure on it. I shook my head.
He put one of his hands behind my knees and the other behind my back. He brought me with him as he stood up. He walked us back to his bike.
"I can take my own bike." I said as he put me down on my feet. He shook his head as he reached down to pick up his.
"No way. We're not even taking mine. We're just going to use it to get back to my house to get the car."
"What about my bike, then?" I challenged
He climbed on the seat before answering. "I'll come back to get it." I followed his led and carefully wrapped my arms around waist. "And, for the record, that wheelie was sick." He commented. I heard the impressed smile in his voice. I smile and rolled my eyes. I knew he would enjoy that.
"Shut up and drive." He chuckled. He did what I told him and stared the bike.
About half way back to this house, I remembered that my mom was there. She's going to get all worried for no reason and start ranting about how she knew that the bikes were dangerous, this and that. I really didn't feel like hearing that. Everything was just driving me crazy at the moment.
"Hi you guys." She greeted as we pulled in. "Bella, where's your bike?" she noticed right away that I was on his and not my own.
I didn't answer because I was too busy trying to figure out how to get off without using my hand too much. Jake must've notice my struggle because he wrapped his hand around my waist and lifted me off and on solid ground.
Without thinking, I grabbed my wrist. She saw my motion and raced over to me. "What's wrong?" she said alarmed. "Jake, what happen to my baby?" she asked him before I had time to reply to the first one. She was looking at him like he was the reason I was hurt. She probably really did think that. The reason we love riding so much was his fault because he's the one who introduce them to me.
He held his hands up in defense. "Mom, it's not his fault." I said honestly. I fell off, it's not like he pushed me.
"I'm going to get your keys." he told me. He was probably just trying to get away from my mother. He knows that's good not to say again to her when she gets that way. I nodded. He carefully walked around my mom, trying not to give her a reason to slap him.
She glared at him as she watched hi walk to the house. She turned back to me and tried to reach for my wrist. I waved her off. I already had someone else who thought he was a doctor look at it.
"What's happen?" she repeated.
I shook my head to hint her to not worry and that I was fine. "I made a sharp turn and fell off and fell on my wrist." I purposely told her the short version and make it seem like it was no big deal. I was hoping that that would bring her worry level down a bit, but I was wrong. I saw her face change the instant I said I fell off. She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped her. "Before you say anything, we're going to the hospital so they can look at it." I told her.
"I'm taking you." She started to grab my good arm but I moved out her reach.
"Its okay, Jake's taking me."
"Then, I'm coming." She said. I didn't want to compromise with her. She didn't need to go. She'll probably cry the whole way there and the whole time she's in the waiting room, just like she always does when I get hurt. It's funny. I'm the one that' always hurt and she's crying a river. You'll think she be use to me getting hurt by now since I've been doing it since I learned to walk.
"You don't have to, mom. They'll probably say nothing's even wrong." I told her. I wanted her to go home. I really didn't feel like seeing waterworks right now. I didn't want to be mean and I know she was just being a caring mother. But see tears coming from her all the time about things that were most of the time nothing to do with her could get annoying after a while.
"I am your mother, Bella; I have a right to be there. This is not for discussion." The way that she said that, I could tell that she meant it.
"Fine." I didn't feel like arguing because it would just led us in a dead end. If we were going to a stupid doctor, we needed to get going. My wrist was starting to hurt more than it already was. "Jake, you ready?" I called to the house.
He came out, eating an apple and playing with my keys in his free hand. My damn wrist could be broken and he's eating. I felt the urge to walk to him and slap it out of his hand but I resisted it.
We got in the car and drove to the hospital. The whole time, my mom was doing exactly what I thought she would do, talking about how dangerous 'those things' were and how she didn't want me to ride them anymore. Blah, blah, blah. I tuned it out about a quarter of the way though. I really didn't care to hear it. I started thinking about other things, nothing in particular.
When we got there, they both were helping me like I was made out of glass or something. I walked ahead of them to get away from that. They were caring more than I was and I was the one with the injured wrist. I mean it was hurting like hell, but come on.
We got in the building and my mom signed me in. We waited in the waiting room for a few minutes before someone came to get me. "Miss Swan." I looked up. "Dr. Cullen will see you now." I nodded as I got up.
I was pretty sure we would have sat there longer if my mom didn't say my injury was 'serious' and 'needed to be looked at immediately'. She was overexerting but I'm glad she said that. The less we had to wait the earlier we could leave which made me happy.
I walked into the room and sat on the hospital bed. My mom sat in the empty chair. I told her that I didn't need her and to wait in the waiting room with Jacob, but she didn't listen to me.
When the doctor came in, I saw how attractive he was very quickly. He had bronze, nearly blonde, hair and a pretty set of puppy brown eyes. There was something about them that seems familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. But there was one thing for sure, he sure was good-looking. What the hell was with me and older people in professions that were supports to help me? He was a doctor, not some guy on the street. I needed help with that.
He smiled at me and I looked down at my wrist to get him from see me blushing. That would have been embarrassing to have my mom and my doctor seeing me reacting like that. Something about the smile got to me.
"So, what's the problem?" he asked me but mother answered for me.
"She got in an accident." she said to him.
I looked at her. I didn't like that she answered like she knew what happened. "Actually, I was riding my motorcycle with my friend, I wasn't paying attention and there was a truck coming…" I saw my mom trying to hold back tears. I continued without paying her much mind. "I made a sharp turn then lost control and hit the break too hard and fell off." I explained.
He nodded as he wrote down the cause of my pain. "Let's take a look then, shall we?" he smiled at me again. I choked back my shyness as I held my hand out to him. He removed the ice bag the nurse gave me to put on it. He put his clipboard under his arm before switching my hand from one of his to another. He applied a slight sneeze to it. I clinched at his touch. He saw my reaction. "Does it hurt when someone touches it?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Only when someone puts pressure to it."
He nodded as he took the clipboard and began writing again. "Okay, well I'm going to check on your x-ray. I think it's just a sprang, but I want to be sure." he smiled at my mom then at me before leaving.
Once he left, I land down on the bed. Why did the people who won't supports to be cute so damn cute? And why he looks as familiar? I have only been to the hospital twice and haven't seen him either times. I don't know where I've seen him. Hopefully, I'll figure it out and it won't driving me too insane thinking about it.
After a few minutes later, he came back in. I sat back up and saw he had my x-ray and a bottle of pills in his hand.
"Yeah, it's just what I thought." he held up the x-ray to the light so we could see it. "That's where her ligaments are stretched out." he pointed to something, but I had no idea what we were looking at. Nor were my eye wanted to force on it. I wish my mind would get straight.
"What does that mean?" my mom said. I could tell in her voice she was trying really hard to keep from crying. What the hell was she crying for? "Will she be okay?" she continued without letting him explain the first thing she asked. I was going to slap her if she didn't stop. That's exactly why I wanted her to stay in the waiting room. Hell, that's why I didn't want her to be here in the first place.
"Calm down," he chuckled. I know he was thinking my mom jumping to conclusions like that was the funny part. I'm pretty sure he heard things like that all the time, and it never got old to him. "She'll be fine. Like I said, it's a sprang. With a cast, it should be fine in about a month or so." he turned to me. "But no more bikes for a while, okay?" he lectured me. I nodded in understanding. He held up the pills to me. "Take one of these once a day. That should ease the pain a bit." he place the bottle in my good hand.
"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." my mom spoke up.
"Yeah, thanks." I turned the small bottle over and over again in my hand to keep it busy.
"No problem." he put his pen in his pocket and the board under his arm. "Just doing my job." he smiled with the words. His smile was very nice. It would've been impossible not to notice. He could be a model for toothpaste with how white his teeth were. "A nurse should be in here in a few to put the cast on. You can feel free to leave once she done."
"Alright. Thank you once again." she repeated. I don't know if because she found out I was going to be just fine, or that she finally realized that here was a model posing as a doctor in front of us, but her tears were totally gone at this point.
"You're welcome. You ladies have a nice day." he nodded at us before turning to leave out. "Oh, and Bella." I heard him say
"Yes" I looked up at him and saw he was facing us again.
"Please be more careful. I don't want to see you more than needed." he winked at me before turning to left for good.
I looked toward my mom to see if she saw that, hopefully she didn't. I didn't want her making something out of nothing.
After a few more minutes of sitting there, the nurse finally came in to put my cast on my arm. It was a little tight, but I didn't complain. I figured it needed to be to set the bone back in place properly. It wasn't heavy but I could differently feel weight of it. I could tell I was going to hate have this damn thing on my arm for the next month. Stupid truck.
"Well, let's get you home so you can rest." my mom suggested when the nurse was done. I nodded as I got down from the bed.
"Wow, pretty." Jacob commented when we walked back to the waiting room. I knew he was commenting on the stupid cast.
"Shut up, you jackass." I sighed. I kind of didn't feel like hearing that. I was tired. I was so not looking forward to going to school tomorrow.
My mom went to go sign me out. I sat next to Jacob and rested my head on his shoulder. When she was done, she walked over to us. "Ready?" she said. I nodded against his shoulder.
When he got up, I groaned. "What?" he said turning around and faced me. I signaled him to turn back around. He sighed and did what I asked. He bent down and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He grabbed my legs and stood back up. "your ankle's not hurt you know." he said as he carried me to the car on his back.
"No, but this is just easier" I said back. I had a feeling he rolled his eyes at the statement. Even through I hated his height and strength when he was messing with me, it came in handy when I didn't feel like walking.
He drove us home when we got into the car. He took my car back to his house. I asked how was I supports to get to school when he suggested that. He told me he'll pick me up and that I didn't need to drive anyways. My mom didn't object. She was all for that idea. Anything to get me from getting another injury, I'm sure she was thinking. I had a feel it would be like this until I was better. And that's why I didn't bother to fight with them and trying to convince that I was perfectly capable of driving my damn self.
Once he left, I went upstairs to my room. She yelled to me to remember to that the painkillers Dr. Cullen gave me. She knew I would, I think she was looking for reason to say his name.
I hope she saw that ring on his finger, so wouldn't get her hopes too far up. Figures the one guy she found attractive was already taken. We both had problems in the guy department. She wanted a married man and I want my teacher. Maybe there's some kind of meeting for this sort of thing.
When I was in my room, she called Alice and told her to expect me with something on my arm and Jacob at my side. She asked why, of course, and I told her about the accident. She started ranting about how she knew the bikes were bad and how I was stupid for going so fast. Blah, blah, blah. It was like déjà vu. Sometimes it felt like I had two moms instead of one.
I let her continue with stopping her. Partly because I tune her out. Another part was because I didn't feel like having the same argument I had with my mother.
When I got off the phone, it was still a little early, so I decided to do so homework that I was putting off.
After dinner, I took my pill and went to bed.
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Jake was outside honking like crazy. I heard him the first six times, no need to ware out the damn honk. I grabbed my bag with my good hand and swung it over my shoulder. "I'm leaving." I yelled to my mom as I walked out.
"Be careful please." I heard her begged before shutting the door.
I got in the car. I put my bag in the back before I closed the door.
"You know, just because your wrist is hurt, that doesn't mean you can move slowly."
"Yeah and just because I have one messed up hand doesn't mean I don't have a perfectly good one to slap the hell out of you with." I counter as I putted my seatbelt on.
"Someone's not a morning person." He said as he changed the gears.
"No shit. Now shut up and get us to school." I carefully crossed my arms as he pulled out of the drive-way.
When we got there, he grabbed my bag out of the back seat before I took the seat belt off. "Jake I think I'm able to grab my own damn bag." I commented, slightly annoyed. He didn't pay what I said any mind. He got out of the car without a word. He walked around to my side and opened the door for me. "Just like I'm able to open the door by myself." I said as I got out
"Bells, be quiet and just accept help when offer." I knew what he was talking about. This wasn't the first time I thought I can do things when everyone else thinks I'm unable to. It's not that I never had help. I've always been like this. I don't like asking for help unless I know for sure I can't do it myself.
"At least let me carry me own bag." I told him. He handed to me. I grab it with my good hand and put it on my shoulder.
When we got to my locker, just as I thought, Alice was there waiting for me.
"Morning, stupid." she nodded to my cast. I rolled my eyes.
"Hi, pixie." I shot back. I waved her to move away from my locker so I could get in."Is that a reason your at my locker like a stalker or something?" I said as I opened it.
"Actually, there is." She smiled. She pulled her purse off her shoulder and started digging around in it. I grabbed the books I needed for my first classes with my good hand. Jake took each one out of my hand before I could think of how I was going to carry them from one class to the next. After about the third book, I just started handing thing to him.
"Here they are." I heard she sang. I turned my head and saw that she had four permanent markers in her hand, each a different color.
"Alice, please no." I begged as I closed my locker.
"Oh, Bella stop it." She put her things on the floor and grabbed my arm. "Good. I'll be the first one." Of course she would. I just got the damn thing yesterday and she's the only person who would think of that when they first hear about a cast.
She took the red marker and took the top off with her teeth and began drawing. After she was done, changed from the red on to the green one. When she was done again, she changed from green to black.
"Let me see those." Jake smiled and grabbed my arm before I had chance to look at what Alice did. He put both his books and mine on the floor, just like Alice did, and took the markers. He began drawing next to Alice's. Unlike her, he used blue instead of green.
When he was done, he gave the markers back to Alice. She put them back in her purse, probably to have them if anyone else wanted to sign.
While they both bend down to pick up their things, I looked at the drawings.
One was a bouquet of roses. There was a line across the stem to make it look like it tied them together. From the line was a tag that said 'Luv Alice'. I could tell who draw that without the tag. It was something she would draw. Next to it was a motorcycle with a crescent moon above it. I knew that symbolized us riding until it got dark.
Even though they both were so very corny, I loved them.
After they got their things, we walked to Alice's and my first class. They were on both sides of me while we walked.
"Good morning, girls." Mr. Masen greeted us as we walked in. "Jacob." He nodded at him.
"Good morning, Mr. M" he politely responded as he sat my things on the desk I pointed at. He didn't have his class since he was only a sophomore and Mr. Mason was a junior math teacher; but since the school's so small, it was hard to know teachers you didn't even have.
"Jacob, I'll get her books for the next class" Alice told him as she sat her books on her desk.
"You sure you little arms can handle it?" he joked.
"Yeah, just like I'm sure your little brain can handle getting you from point A to point B without hurting you." She responded sweetly. I had to try not to chuckle.
"You know what, Brandon?" he looked down at her.
"No, what, Black?" she stepped to him. Alice was shorter than me so compare to him, she was a bug.
"Will you guys stop?" they didn't hate each other, but they were always doing this. They would make funny of each other all the time. He would talk about how she was short, and she would talk about that he was too tall. Usually it's funny, but it was too early for this.
"Jake, go to class before you're late." I told him.
"fine." he said before hugging me. "Bye ant." He said to Alice.
"Bye giant." She shot back. I saw he was about to say something back, so I turned him to the door. He got the hint and walked out. "Shame, all the height and no brains." She said as he walked down the hall.
"Why do guys always have to do that?" I asked her as sat in my seat.
"Because, he's an idiot." She put simply, like it was obvious. It was, but still.
"You two should just get together and be done with it." I commented, looking for my math notebook to start drawing in.
She made a disgusted sound. "You really need to stop saying that." I'd always joke they like one another. I figure it's the only reason they always at each other. Like the little boy in third grade who would pull the pigtails of the girl in front of him. "I wouldn't fuck that jackass if I was dying on a classroom floor." She rolled her eyes at the door like he was still standing there before going to her seat.
I chuckled at her choice of words. She didn't use words that harsh unless she was really angry or annoyed, Jake made her both.
"Is everything okay?" Mr. Masen finally spoke again. I forgot he was sitting there.
"Yeah, they're always like that." I waved it off as I grabbed my pen.
"I meant your wrist." He clarified and he stood up.
"Oh." I blushed and looked down at it. I forgot I had this thing on.
"Did something happen yesterday?" he genially sounded bothered by the fact that my arm was hurt.
"She was being stupid." Alice answered for me. I turned my head to glare at her for the choice of words.
"Actually," I said as I slowly turned my head from her and back to my notebook to avoid his eyes. "I got in a motorcycle accident." I knew how that sounded as I covered my words before he said anything. "It's nothing. I just stopped wrong and fell off." I made it sound like it was no big deal. It wasn't and I didn't need everyone making it one.
"Mind if I sign it?" he asked nicely. I looked at him. Once I did that, I realized it was a mistake. He was smile at me, not only that but I saw how close he was.
I blushed at the sight. I quickly looked away so he wouldn't see it. "s-sure" I shudder as I nervous pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I think I have some markers in my desk." He said. I breathed a small breath of relief. Maybe him being away from me would help me, even if it's only for a few seconds.
"No need. I got some in my purse." Alice stopped him. I gave her a look. She totally just ruined my plan.
She went in her purse without noticing me. She pulled out all four markers to show him. He took the blue one and took the top off. I gave him my wrist as he squatted down next to my desk. I bite my lip as he signed. He was too close again. And what made it worst, he was wearing the same scent he was wearing that day.
After a quick second, he stood back up. "There you go." He told me as he put the top back on and handed the marker back to her. He winked at me before turning to go back to his desk.
I watched him until he sat back down. I looked at what he wrote. All it said was "Get well soon! –Mr. Mason" with a smiley face at the end. So, why did seem to mean so much to me? I know why, because of that stupid kiss. I lean on my hand and covered my face.
"Let's me see?" I heard Alice say. I felt her grabbed my hand to look at it. "That's nice." She said after she read the short statement.
I gave a look then punched her in the arm.
"Ow!" she started rubbing her arm in the spot I hit. "What the heck was that for?" she asked.
"You know exactly what it was for." I told then turned my attention back to my notebook without explaining myself. She knew what she did to deserve it, so she didn't ask me to.
XXX
A month later
"Are you gonna to talk to him today?" Alice asked for the upmth time today. We were at my locker about to leave when she asked me again to talk to Mr. Masen about what happened.
"No Alice." I told her again.
"Why the hell not?" I could hear irritation in her whine.
I close my locker. "Because I'm not ready, yet." I turned to her.
"You keep saying that."
"Why is today so important to you?" I asked with curiosity.
"Because, I stopped for a month because of your wrist." She nodded to my now free wrist. Since I sprang it, I had to wear a cast for a month and a brace for another week for it to heal. I was free of it yesterday. I was happy about it. It was really starting to piss me off. I was so happy, I took my motorcycle to school this morning.
"And now that's you healed, you have no excuse." She continued. She started walking and I followed her.
"Well, I'm not going to. Besides, it's been a month, I'm sure he doesn't even remember"
"Yeah, you're probably right about that." She said. I nodded in thanks. "But there's only one way to find out." She pointed at a door ahead of us.
I noticed the door right away. I looked at her with shocked eyes. How the hell did she do that? How did she get me this far without me noticing?
"No. no way." I told her as I turned away from her and walked the other way.
"Come on, Bella." she said, following me.
"No way, Alice. I told you, I'm not doing this." I was putting my foot down. I heard her sigh. I thought she was giving up, but I was wrong.
She grabbed the collar of my shirt and I started moving backwards. What the hell? Was her tiny ass actually dragging me back to his room?
"You don't have a choice anymore. You're talking to him today." She demanded as she pulled me. I couldn't believe she was actually going to force me.
"No Alice. I'll talk to him tomorrow, I promise." I begged. No matter how much I tried to stop, I just kept going.
She pulled me in front of her and started pushing me. "You kept saying that, and I'm tired of hearing the empty promise." She told me as she continued to push. I tried to push my weight on her to stop but she kept going. Where the hell did she get all this fucking strength from?
"Alice, I will, please stop. And why the hell are you so strong?"
"Yeah, you are today. You're not avoiding this situation anymore Isabella Swan."
After struggling she finally got me to his room.
"Hey girls. Aren't you supports to be going home?" he asked confused as she pushed me in.
"Actually…" she finally let me go. "Bella has a question for you" she smiled at him.
"You do?" he looked at me.
"Not really." I shook my head and tried to leave. But when I turned around, I saw Alice's face and stopped dead in my track. When she gets mad, she could cause vampires to stop drinking blood all together.
She turned me back around to face and put her arm around my shoulder as if to hold me in place.
"Yes, she does." She told him with a smile. Oh yeah, she'll be nice to him. "Don't you remember, Bella? That question that's been bugging you for a month. That one, that if you avoid it any longer, you'll know I'll hit you harder than a mentor crashing to the earth." She whispered the last part in my ear so he couldn't hear.
"Oh, that question." I said in a nervous tone. Not by him, this time, but by her treat because I know she'll do it, probably more. She smiled at him and let go of my shoulder.
"I have to go, but I'll see you guys tomorrow." She said as she walked the door. I tried to follow her, but when I got there, she stopped me again. She held out her hand to stop me. She pushed me back in the room and closed the door before I could take a step.
'I hate you' I mouthed to her through the glass.
"No you don't. You'll thank me for this later." She said was a smile. She waved and walked away. I lean my head on the glass in defend.
"I didn't know I was that bad to alone with." I heard him joke. I lifted my head and quickly turned to him.
"Oh no, it's not that." I rushed out. I swallowed my nervous to calm down. I nervously pushed my hair behind my ear. "It just…just…" it's just that the last time I was in here alone with you, I kissed you, I mental added. I couldn't tell him that out loud, so I just stop.
He chuckled at me. "Relax, I'm just kidding." He told me what I already knew. I gave an awkward laugh. I looked around the room. I don't know what I was looking for. Maybe a way out. "Oh, by the way, I have something for you." He got up.
I bit my lip as he walked over to me, then he went to the closet that was next to the door. He went in and grabbed a book. He handed it to me. I looked at it in confusion. "it's your math book." He told me. I remembered that I haven't had it and that I've been using Alice's for the last month.
"Thanks." I held it close to my chest.
"You're welcome. You left it the last time you were in here. I've been meaning to give it to you, but I don't see outside of class and you left before I have a chance to when class is over." He walked back to his desk. I cinched at his words. They reminded me why I here.
"That's actually why I'm here. I need to talk to you." I told him as slowly walked over to him.
"Yeah, I know. Alice said…"
I stopped him. "No, I mean about the last time I was in here… and we were alone." I said. He didn't response. He started to look through his papers like he needed something.
"Care to abrogate?" he said as he continued to look through paper.
I wish I didn't have to, but I did anyways. "The last time I was in here and we were sitting kind of close" I said the words slowly. "And I kind of…"
"I figure that's what you were talking about." He cut me off, but still not looking at me.
"Yeah. I think we should talk about it." I told him. Okay, I lied. Alice thinks we should talk about it, but I couldn't tell him that. Plus we did need to have it out in the open.
He finally looked at me. He gave a nervous laugh. Why was he nervous? I was the one who needed to talk what I did.
He leaned against his desk and folded his arm. "I thought we agreed that didn't happen."
So he did forget, or pertaining to anyways. Just like I should have been doing. But it was easy for him. He wasn't the one who lean into it.
"I did...I mean you did…I mean we did." I rushed out. I couldn't get my thoughts together.
"Bella, calm down. You say we need to talk about it and that's all we're doing. No need to feel uncomfortable." He assured me. I didn't understand how he was so calm with this. Because he had no reason not to be, that's why.
"Okay." I nervously pushed some hair behind my hair again. "Well, Mr. Masen."
"Edward." He cut me off
"What?" I looked at him confused.
"If we're going to talk about this, I rather you call me by my first name which is Edward. Hearing my last name as we talk about this doesn't feel right to me." He explained
"Okay…" I stretched out the word. It was kind of weird but understandable. "Edward" it felt weird calling him that at loud. "First let me apologize for happened. It was totally my fault."
He nodded. "Yeah, you said as you walk, well ran, out. I was trying to stop to you to tell you that it wasn't your fault." He told me. "If anyone's at fault, it's me." He said more to himself than me. I know because he didn't have eye contact with me any more.
I knew he was referring to himself but I had to ask. "Why would you say that? I'm the one who kissed you." I reminded him.
"Yeah, but you also stopped it. That should've been me." He started to look at me but looked away again when he came to the last statement.
With that, I lean next to him. "What would you have done if I didn't?" I couldn't help but asked.
He shrugged. "I really don't know. But I know I would have had to stop."
All my nervousness I had before was gone now. That made me ask another one "okay, what would you say if I said I didn't want to?" because heaven knows I didn't.
He gave a light chuckle. He looked down as kicked his foot absentmindedly. "I would say that I didn't want you to stop."
That made a flared smile creep across my lips. "So, are you saying…?"
"That I'm interested in you?" he finished for my question with a guess. He nodded. "Yes. That I'm angry with you for letting it happen?" he guessed again. This time he shook his head. "No." he was doing this like he wasn't ashamed of his answers. This made me smile harder.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked. I know what I wanted to hear. But what I want to hear and what I have to hear was two different things.
"Nothing." He said with a small shrugged. My heart dropped a long with my smile. That's not what I wanted to hear, but I know that's what he had to say. "There's nothing we can do. We have to continue with our every day teacher and student relationship." He said. Something told me that he didn't want to say it just as I didn't want to hear it. He pushed off the desk and walked around the desk.
For some reason, that changed my emotion completely. "Wait, what?" I questioned. I turned around to face him.
"Bella, we can't date." He told me simply. "You know what would happen if we did?"
I had a clue, but I asked anyways. "You don't even want to try?" I asked. I knew what he was talking about, but I couldn't help that my feelings were getting hurt. It wasn't just a crush. I had a reason to like him, because he felt the same way and he doesn't even want to act on it. He wasn't making any scenes, in my own little twisted mind it didn't anyways.
He shook his head. "Not now. Maybe when you leave in two years, maybe even next year when you're eighteen. But not now, it's just too risky." He said as he sat down.
"But what if I can't wait that long? What if we both find someone else?" I challenged him.
"If we find someone else, we just go on with our lives and never look back. And as for not being able to wait, I don't know what to say to that. All I can say is that we waited this long, a few more years can't hurt, right?" he smiled. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood, but didn't. There was no way he could.
I shook my head. "I don't think I can do that. Nor can I sit in there act like everything's normal. I'm sorry, Edward, but no deal."
"I'm sorry, too because there's nothing I can do."
I sighed. I wasn't getting anywhere with him. It was like trying to push a brick wall, it wasn't going to work. "Maybe I should leave."
"It's probably best." He started to write before I said anything else.
I turned on heels and walked out with saying another word.