Yay, next chapter down!! I don't own twilight
I stepped out of the shower, my jeans soaking wet. Turning around so I was facing away from the mirror, I looked and saw that my back was a very violent shade of red; the scars from when my mother was killed so many years ago were actually lighter. As the coolness of the shower wore off, the stinging began again along the long V mark down my back where the grease had been poured.
"Ah..." I groaned. It was hurting so much. I sat on the counter, my hands bunched in my hair, and tried to keep from crying out as the fire spread along my back and stayed there, smouldering. I rocked back and forth for ten minutes, until I heard someone knocking on the door downstairs. Great. Edward was here. What would he say when he saw me?
I had to make it look even slightly convincing so that when he saw me, so I ran to my room and put a dirty t- shirt on. Running back to the bathroom, I poured cold water down my back, helping it feel better but also looking like I had just gotten out of the shower and had no time to dry my hair.
I yanked a brush through the knots and ran downstairs. Grabbing my backpack, I yanked open the door.
"Alice?" I said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, Edward was very busy this morning and asked me to pick you up." For a millisecond, I saw a flash of sadness in her eyes, but it was gone as fast as it came.
"Oh!" She said, suddenly remembering something. "I was picking up my gym clothes this morning, but somehow they ended up being Rosalie's, and they were definately not gym clothes. So, I was thinking... do you want them?"
I shook my head. "No, sorry, Alice... But thanks anyways!"
I started to feel bad as she looked down at her feet, then up at me, her eyes heart breakingly sad. "Please?" She whispered. "Just for today... It would make me happy."
I couldn't stand to see Alice so heartbroken. I felt myself starting to give in. She brightened when she saw my face. "Please? Please?" She was bouncing up and down now.
"Fine, Alice," I muttered softly when she was done. She put a package in my hands.
"Go change!" She said. "I can't wait to see how you look!"
I walked upstairs into my room, and closed the door. Pulling the clothes out of the box, I saw a hyacinth blue blouse and a pair of skinny jeans (sorry! I'm having a mental block against the outfit I'd visualized (in this story, Alice is a tiny bit more accomidating to Bella)) Even though it was not a very intricate outfit, it fit me very well and didn't hurt any of my scars or bruises any more than they already were. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I walked downstairs and almost ran over Alice. Gosh, she was short!
In her hands, Alice was holding a silver locket, with an engraing of a flower up the side, ending in a blue stone as the bud. "Here," she said, holding it out. "It goes perfectly."
She took my shoulders and turned me around, then put the chain around my neck. Then she led me over to a mirror, as if to let me admire myself. My back hurt a little, taking part of my focus off, but from what I saw, I was very pretty. At least, as pretty as someone like me could go. I stared at myself for about thirty seconds, until Alice chirped, "Are you ready to go?"
I nodded wordlessly, and followed her out to a car. Then I stopped dead in my tracks.
"Uhm, Alice?" I squeaked. "Is this your car?"
She laughed. It sounded like bells. "The one and only!"
Edward dindn't even have a sports car, and look at how fast he went. How do I expect to feel safe in a Porsche? Alice seemed to sense how worried I was. "Don't worry," she said, still laughing. "I'm a very good driver."
Can she even see the road?
I ignored my feelings of discomfort and went around to the passenger side. Throwing my pack in the back seat, I heard Alice turn the car on, and begin counting down.
"5...4..."
"Alice?"
"3..."
"Alice?"
"2..."
"Alice?!"
"1!"
"ALICE!"
She shot off down the street laughing, and swerved around the corner. I clutched the sides of my seat in terror, my eyes locked on the road. But hers were looking at me.
"Holy crow, Alice! Keep your eyes on the road!"
She chuckled and looked back to the street.
I focused on breathing until, thankfully, we pulled into Forks High.
I stumbled out of the car, my legs feeling like they'd melted and my head spinning. We walked to class together, until we had to go separate ways.
I turned around the corner, and straight into Edward. His eyes had turned flat black, and they burned with anger. His hands were clenched into fists, and the muscles stood out. He had dark circles under his eyes, and altogether looked very dangerous.
What did I do to offend him?
And then he spoke those dreaded words:
"Bella, we have to talk."
OOOHHHHHH suspenseful