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"Bella, hurry up!" Alice screamed from downstairs. "You're going to make me LATE!" she shrieked.
"As a certain annoying pixie once said, you cannot rush perfection!" I shouted back, mocking her just a teensy bit; well, maybe more than that…
"If you're not down here in five minutes Isabella Marie Swan, you're walking to school!" she threatened.
"No, I'll just get a ride with Edward!" I cheered. I could practically hear her grinding her teeth in annoyance. She wasn't a fan of how much time I spent with Edward, but whenever I wasn't with him, she was with Jasper! So really, it's not all my fault, I swear.
"Ugh. Fine! You have ten minutes. Happy?" she groaned. Ah, sweet success!
"Okie-dokie!"
"I'm counting!"
Rolling my eyes, I made my way to the little closet in the corner of my room. I really didn't need this much time to get ready for school, but I was having way too much fun bothering Alice to speed up my process.
Besides, deciding what to wear is hard!
I've already decided on a pair of skinny jeans and my navy blue Converse Hi-Tops (they've saved me from breaking my ankles many, many times), but I have no idea what shirt to wear.
"Blue V-neck sweater, Bella. Have I taught you nothing?" Alice called from below. Thank God. I grabbed the sweater and slipped it on, rolling up the sleeves a bit so I wouldn't get a heat stroke from my obnoxiously hot house. I moseyed slowly to the bathroom, whistling a cheery tune as I walked.
"You officially have five minutes!" she called.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" I slipped on the wet floor in the bathroom, and fell flat on my butt. "Ow!" I wailed.
I could hear Alice's musical laughter from the kitchen. "I saw that one coming!" she giggled.
"Thanks for warning me," I mumbled to myself, using the counter to help myself stand up. Note to self- we need a bathroom floor rug.
Rummaging through the bathroom cabinet, I found the flat-iron and blow drier that Alice and Rose had given me for my fifteenth birthday, nearly a year ago. I began the work on my hair, blowing and brushing, and then straightening my bangs and any other pieces that didn't want to lay right.
"YOUR TIME IS UP, BELLA!" The scream was so deafening and surprising that I dropped the flat-iron, getting my finger caught in it in the process.
"Shit!" I wailed. Picking up my left hand, I inspected the damage. Angry red marks were making their appearance on my thumb, pointer finger, and on the back of my hand by those two digits. Sucking in an angry breath between my teeth, I blew on it, trying to make the pain go away.
Alice was suddenly upstairs with me, picking up the dropped flat-iron and turning it off. She shoved all of my toiletries back into the cabinet, trying to stay away from my hand as much as possible.
"Oh, shit, what the hell do you do for a freaking burn!?" Alice wailed in dismay. She went to grab my hand, but I turned away, in the process, rubbing it against the wall which hurt like hell.
"Uhm… uhmm…" I said, trying to think back to the many first aid classes my mom made me take in Phoenix.
We were pacing around the bathroom, trying to figure out what to do, when the front door slammed open. "Bella?" a velvet voice called. I instantly relaxed, knowing that my angel, who was also training to be a doctor, was here.
"We're in the bathroom, Edward!" I shouted, trying not to let my voice quiver. I was relaxed, sure, but my hand was still on fire, and swelling at an impressive rate. His footsteps pounded up the stairs, and he was at my side in an instant.
As he took in the scene before him, his face went from smooth and relaxed to angry and lined in the blink of an eye. "Alice, go to school," he commanded through gritted teeth.
"But, Edward, I-"
"Go. To. School. Tell them why Bella and I are late, and then attend your class."
"Okay, okay!" she said holding her hands up in surrender. "Er… sorry bout that Bella! I'll… uhm… see you later?" she squeaked as she scurried out of the room. I didn't blame her; with Edward glaring like that, I would run too.
"What happened?" he asked, trying to sound calm. Over-protective much?
"Oh. Well, I was straightening my hair, when Alice screamed time's up from downstairs. I was paying a lot of attention to what I was doing, so when she yelled, I was surprised, and I dropped my flat-iron, but before it hit the ground, it got caught around my pointer finger, thumb, and part of my hand so now I'm burnt and I don't know what to do!" By the end of my little story, I was sobbing because my hand hurt so bad, and because I was really stupid.
He gave me an awkward hug, trying not to touch my injured hand. "Well, lucky for you, I do know what to do," he whispered in my ear. Straightening up, he turned on the cold water, and stuck my hand under it. Instantly, some of the burning was relieved, although it still throbbed.
"Ahh," I moaned with pleasure. "Thank you, Edward." I looked up at him happily and stood up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss. He bent his head so I didn't have to reach as far. It was just a quick peck, nothing like some of our other kisses. As we pulled away, he held my face, brushing the still falling tears away with his thumbs.
He smiled crookedly at me, and walked into the hallway. "I'm gonna try to find some gauze and medical ointment, okay?" he called.
"Okay," I whimpered. I turned my hand under the faucet, trying to get every bit of the burn covered in cool water.
He returned quickly, empty-handed. "You don't have anything for burns, and absolutely no gauze," he said, shoulders slumped in defeat.
"No Emergency Room!" I practically screamed. I've been there way too much. I'm so not going in there for a little, well kinda big, burn.
He glared at me for a moment, but shrugged his shoulders. "Fine. You'll come to my house, get the ointment and gauze, and Carlisle will check you out. If it's second degree, you're going to the doctor. Deal?" He held out his hand, waiting.
I eyed it for a minute. Really, that was a great deal, considering all of the horrible things he could put me through. "Okay," I finally agreed, shaking his hand with my good one. He sighed in relief, and whisked me off to his car.
We were soon on our way, driving much too fast down the road. "You're so lucky you have a license," I grumbled as I crossed my arms across my chest, being sure to keep the bad hand away from anything solid.
He laughed musically, happy for the distraction I'd just supplied him with. "Maybe if you didn't keep hurting your hand, you could be farther in your driver's ed. class!" he joked.
I continued to scowl. Everyone but me had their license. Screw being fifteen, I wanna be sweet sixteen! "This has nothing to do with my hand injuries, and you know it," I grumbled angrily. I'd gotten my cast off just a couple of weeks after smacking Jacob, and I haven't seen him since.
"Well, if you really wanted, I could probably bribe the police to let you get your license now," he offered. I looked up to his face in shock. Sure, they have a lot of money, but c'mon, why would they spend that much on me? From what I could read from his expression, he was totally serious.
"Um… no that's okay, Edward," I mumbled awkwardly. Money was a touchy subject because he's always had so much, and I've always had just enough. "I'll just have to bear it."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself." How un-Edward-y. I'll admit, things have been a little weird since I surprise attacked him last year, but… okay, I can't even defend myself on that one.
We sat in silence for the rest of the ride, and let me tell you, it was awkward. Finally, we arrived at his massive house, and I climbed out quickly, making myself wipe out in response. "Drat," I muttered, picking myself up. Edward was at my side to help me immediately.
"Try not to kill yourself, okay?" he asked softly.
"I'm not suicidal," I snapped angrily.
"I know," he said, looking at me with a shocked expression on his face. I bit my lip, embarrassed for my sudden outburst.
"Sorry," I mumbled, looking at the ground. "Things have just been weird lately."
"Will you go out with me, Bella?"
Dum, dum, dummm! Sorry for the cliffie and ridiculously short chapter, but if I was to keep my promise, I'd need to give you a short chapter. This will be continued next week. If I get seven reviews, I'll update on… Saturday! Of next week of course. So please review!
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