Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight saga.
Isabella's POV
The rest of lunch passed pretty quickly after that, and soon Angela, Mike and I were headed to Biology. Mr. Banner instantly became my favorite teacher as he handed me my textbook, and told me to take a seat in any empty spot. To my utter dismay, when I turned to survey the available seats, the only one left was next to prissy ass, penny head. Although, it could be worse. Mr. Nose-in-the-clouds isn't the least attractive person in the world… yeah, it'll be fine. Angela smirked at me when she noticed where I would have to sit too.
"Poor, poor Bella has to sit next to a Cullen." She whispered to me. I rolled my eyes and shoved her shoulder, which made her giggle and walk to her seat next to Mike. Turning towards my new seat, I met the eyes of said Cullen who had an abnormally large smile on his face. Now a tiny bit creeped out, I ambled over and set my stuff down, trying not to think about how his cool golden eyes followed my every movement. I took out my new journal for this class and tried to listen to Mr. Banner's lab instructions. Eventually, Banner finished talking and handing out supplies, and told us about a prize for the person who finishes first. Angela, Mike and I looked at each other and the race was on. Fortunately for me, I had already done this in Phoenix, so I knew what I was doing. Setting up our microscope and samples, I tried to ignore the strange tingle on the back of my neck, telling me that someone was watching me. Three guesses who. I glanced down into the microscope and saw the tell-tale signs of the first stage of mitosis: prophase.
"Prophase." I sung, dancing a little in my chair and writing it down, forgetting for a brief moment that I was not with the Tomas twins, but with Mr. You-are-the-dirt-under-my-$17500-Loui-Vuitton's. You know, I am having way too much fun with these nicknames.
"Hi." Suddenly came from my left, scaring the shit out of me, and almost making me drop the next slide.
"Damn it." I muttered, catching the slide and setting it on the table. I turned to face Cullen, who seemed to be frowning disapprovingly at something. "Yeah, hi asshat. Can you not talk to me while I'm trying not to break expensive equipment?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you…" Cullen said.
"Well, you did. Anyways, I'm Bella Swan, you're Edward Cullen, nice to meet you, blah blah, yada yada, now let's get back to work. Take two of these slides and use your microscope to figure out their stage. I really want that golden onion." I really did want Banner's prize for the pair who finishes first, an onion spray-painted gold, just to rub it in Ange and Mike's faces.
"Okay, my beautiful, enchanting mate." He said, the ridiculous smile back on his face. Okay, seriously. What then fuck.
"What are you, British?" I asked. I mean, who said mate?
"No. You're my mate." I'm still lost. One often is when trying to understand the ramblings of a psychopath.
"Are you going to elaborate, or? You know what, never mind. It doesn't matter. Just do the work." The next couple of minutes were silent as we wrote and drew each slide on out papers and then copied the other. His were perfect and to an exact scale, but I couldn't be bothered with such things, just drawing exactly what I saw. Soon, we were done and my hand shot up eagerly, which attracted Mr. Banner.
"Good… good… Edward did Miss Swan help you with the work?" Banner said.
"Hey! I resent that. I did my share." I smiled at Banner to show him I was just kidding. It never hurt to be on a teacher's good side. He chuckled.
"Alright, here's your prize." Banner handed me the onion, and I took off across the room, almost knocking my chair and a few people over on my way to Mike and Angela's desk. Waving the onion in their faces, I stuck my tongue out at them.
"I win! I win, you lose!" I danced around them. I almost bumped into the two people in the lab station in front of them, but righted myself and resumed dancing.
"We'll get you back, Swan." Mike said with a flirty grin. Ew.
I perched myself on the edge of their desk, placing and balancing the onion on my head. "No Mike, I don't think you will." Angela laughed and knocked the onion off my head which I caught, and the three of us exploded into laughter. Unfortunately, Mr. My-shampoo-got-infused-with-orange-food-dye had to ruin my good mood.
"Isabella, don't gloat, it's not lady-like." I just stared at him for a second, trying to comprehend how his head got so big. I turned my back to him and faced my friends.
"Did this motherfucker just…" I started then was cut off.
"That's another thing. Don't use such vulgar language. It is not fit for my mate." He stuck his nose up again and I contemplated what a good position he was in for me to break it. I turned again.
"Do you know what the fuck he's talking about?" Both my friends shook their heads, their eyes the only thing portraying their amusement. Suddenly, a very disturbing thought came to mind. I read this werewolf romance novel a while back, and the whole premise was about this guy who "mated" with a girl but was still having sex with another. It was a horrible plotline, but the erotica was good… slowly, I turned around.
"You don't mean mate, like soulmate, do you?" I said slowly, feeling my anger rise quickly. This motherfucker...
"That's exactly what I mean!" he had barely gotten the words out before I was headed his way. Luckily for him, Angela grabbed my wrist.
"Bella, as much as I would love to see you beat him up, the bell's about to ring…" Just like she had said, the bell rung seconds after her statement and I stomped over to the desk and gathered my stuff. I stomped back to the door meeting Angela and Mike, who were failing at trying to stifle their giggles as they looked at Fuckward's dumbstruck face.
"I cannot believe him!" I raved as we walked to the 300 building where all the athletic classes take place. Oh, joy.
"I had always thought he was strange." Ange stated, her head seemed to be in the clouds, recalling all the strange things she had seen Edward Cullen do in the last couple of weeks.
"Apparently, his good looks are just God's way of making up for giving him no brain."
"Yeah, I mean, all of the ladies chase after him, and he's single, and he turns them all down." Mike said. I rolled my eyes at him, but his reasoning made sense. What straight, teenage boy do you know who would turn down a horde of girls, willing to do anything for their attention?
"Maybe he's gay." I said, out of the blue, causing Ange and Mike to stumble.
"What?" Angela said. "No, I don't think so. Remember what he said? He thinks you're his soulmate, or something." This instantly reignited my anger.
"Yeah, that wouldn't make any sense. Maybe the whole family is delusional and thinks that you have one true mate that you'll be with for the rest of your life." I looked at Mike in surprise.
"... Wow Mike. That was actually relatively intelligent." Angela said.
"Congrats, bud." I said, throwing my arm around his shoulders. "You actually have a brain up there somewhere." He pushed my arm off grumbling, and walked into the boy's locker room, which we had arrived at. Angela and I got changed in the girl's locker room, where we met Jessica and told her everything, which she ate up with the occasional gasp or giggle. Thirty minutes later, our entire gym class knew "how creepy Edward Cullen actually is." During the entire class I stewed, and by the end my proverbial soup was starting to boil over. I got changed quickly then waited for the bell to ring, wanting to confront dear Mr. Cullen. When it did, I was out the door in seconds, Angela and Jessica following behind me, excitement and anticipation in their giggles. When we got into the parking lot, I spotted them, next to a huge, gorgeous Jeep. After a momentary admiration of the Jeep, I stomped my way over the Cullen children.
"You asshole!" To be honest, the pain didn't register at first, blocked out by immense triumph at the look of utter disbelief and shock on his face. And then it did. I looked down at my rapidly swelling hand.
"Well, that's broken." I said, looking up to meet his eyes. "What are you made of? Pure titanium? Jesus!" After this, Angela and Jessica came and surrounded me.
"Oh my god! That was amazing!" Jessica squealed, but then looked down at my hand. "Oh, ouch! I've broken my hand during cheer enough to know that is not good."
"Yeah, Bella. You should get that looked at." Angela said.
"We can take you to our father." A voice suddenly said from behind me. I turned and was face to stomach with The Hulk. No, seriously, with me being severely height-challenged and him being on the exact opposite end of the spectrum, the top of my head came to about the bottom of his chest. "He's a doctor, he can fix you up and we can learn what dear Eddie-boy did to deserve such a slap." He grinned and my poor, poor heart melted.
"Let me just text my dad and tell him where I'm going. I'll tell him it was an accident in gym…" I mumbled to myself more than anyone else, pulling out my phone.
"Great! You can sit on Jazz's lap, seeing as you don't particularly favor Edward at the moment. Plus, he'll be able to keep your wrist still." Emmett was vibrating with joy at his plan, but Alice didn't seem to agree.
"Why can't I sit on Jazzy's lap?" She pouted.
"Because, then Bella would have to try to keep her wrist still by herself." The blonde goddess spoke then, her voice betraying her annoyance and amusement.
My phone buzzed in my pocket then and I reached in and fished it out.
Alright sweetheart. Tell Dr. Cullen thank you for me.
That response was not the one I was expecting. He must be busy and knew that the Cullen's would be of more help to me then he could be right now.
"Dad says it's fine." I then remembered Ange and Jess, who stood to my left and right, silently. "I'll see you two tomorrow?" I asked with a smile.
"Yep!" Jessica said, shooting me a look that clearly said you better call me when you get home or we are never speaking again. I nodded slightly letting her know I understood, and the two of them flounced away. I turned back to the five people around me, all with varying expressions.
"So… are we just going to stand here? My hand is really starting to hurt."
Jasper's POV
All of these emotions were giving me a headache. Edward's total confusion, Alice's disbelief, Rosalie's curiosity and amusement, Emmett's excitement, and Bella's pain and anticipation were quite an emotional cocktail. We all piled into the car, Rose, Alice, and Edward in the back and Em, Bella and I in front. I situated Bella on my lap, gently grabbing her tiny hand in my larger ones. I felt her sigh and relax into my chest.
"Your hands are cold and amazing." She said, making me chuckle.
"Why, thank you ma'am." She smirked back at me.
"Is that a southern accent I hear? Of course it is. Your name's Jasper, where else would someone name their child that, other than the south?" She giggled.
"Your assumptions are correct, my dear. Born, raised, and proud." My accent shone through little more, like a preening peacock.
"Well then why do you hide it?" She asked, her curiosity growing.
"Some people don't like it," was all I said in response, glaring out the window.
"Well, I do." She stuck her bottom lip out, pouting, making me laugh. Again. I've laughed more in the last five minutes then I have all week. Just some food for thought…
"Well, I don't, and I'm his wife!" The statement came from the backseat. Alice.
"Wife? Aren't you a little young to be married?" Bella said, confusion rising to meet her high level of curiosity, along with a little twinge of mischief.
"We're the same age!" Alice said, panicked.
"But I'm not the one who's 'married', so that's really a red herring argument. And even if I was, I wouldn't use that as an excuse to change him. If I was going to marry him, to spend the rest of my life with him, then I most likely wouldn't need to change him." Bella was leaning back in my arms to meet Alice's eyes. Emmett filled with pride at her comment, glancing at me. Rosalie's eyebrow was at her hairline, respect coloring her emotions, despite her usual tight wrap on them. Alice and Edward were angry and indignant.
"I can do whatever I please with my marriage!" Bella's anger sparked.
"No, you really can't! He's your husband, not your dog!" Seeming to realize where she was, she apologized. "I'm sorry. That was really out of hand."
"Oh no, Bella. Someone needed to say it." Rosalie smirked when she caught Alice's glare, her perfect eyebrows both rose this time, challenging her.
"So… you two are really married?" I caught the glance that Rose and Em shot each other through the rear view mirror following Bella's statement.
"Yes, we are really married." Alice said, gloatingly.
"Aw, well, cowboy." Bella sighed. "Seems I won't be hearing any more of your sexy accent." Then she opened the car door and slid off my lap. Apparently, at some point we had stopped at the house. I watched her walk away, barely noticing Alice huff and storm after her. Emmett's voice was what finally brought me out of my daydream.
"Looks like you got trouble, dude." He said, chortling.
"What?" I said, very intelligently, I might add.
"Guess who called us last night?" Rosalie said from her place, leaning on the car.
"Who?"
"Peter and Charlotte." Emmett was the one who answered me.
"Peter and Charlotte called you?" Wow. It seems all my brain cells have gone on vacation.
"That's what I just said." Emmett had kept a constant stream of laughter through the entire conversation, and this sentence was no exception. Suddenly, a very pissed off "Fuck you" was heard from the house.
"Come on, brother. Let's get inside. You'll want to hear this." The statement confused me but I followed the two none the less. As we got closer to the house, we could hear the argument more clearly.
"You, Edward Cullen, just met me a couple of hours ago! You have no claim on me!" These words were spat with disgust.
"You're my mate Bella! We were born to be together! I love you!" He tried to walk closer to her, but suddenly came to a halt. He instantly was filled with confusion then fascination.
"I should have known! You're a shield!" He shouted triumphantly. She stared at him for a few seconds before turning to Carlisle.
"Have you ever considered giving him a psych eval? 'Cause I think you should." She said, causing Emmett, Rosalie and I to laugh.
"Did ya give Carlisle a chance to look at that wrist of yours, darlin?" I asked, walking over to her, with no issue.
"No, Dickward over there decided to call me 'his Bella, his mate' again. I lost my head a little bit." She said, sheepishly, glancing up at me through her lashes.
"Oh, forget him Belly Bear. Mr. Entitled can't take no for an answer." I smirked at the underlying threat to Emmett's words which Bella seemed to notice as well.
"Thanks Emmy Bear!" She rushed at him with her arms spread wide, and he caught her spinning her around, then setting her down.
"Anytime Bella-rina." He winked at her and she giggled. Their friendship was growing very fast, considering they had only actually met thirty minutes ago. Come to think of it, all of her relationships she made progressed very quickly. Carlisle and Esme already felt very protective of her; Rosalie is quickly getting over the fact that she's a human in favor of the crassness they share. Emmett started thinking of her as a sister before they even met face to face. Even Mike, Angela, and Jessica have become good friends with her very fast. On the contrary, Alice and hers relationship was quickly growing into intense hatred. Mine and hers… we'll think about that later.
"What'd'ya think, Doc?" She said, startling me from my thoughts. Again.
"You've definitely broke it. Let me go get the stuff for a wrap."
"You just have that stuff lying around? Oh, wait, never mind. Someone must have submitted to the urge to snap Edward's puny arms many a time." She smirked over at said puny armed boy, and Carlisle struggled not to laugh, heading up the stairs with shaking shoulders.
"What is today, Hate on Alice and Edward day?" Alice whined.
"It should be an international holiday." Bella said flippantly, inspected her nails, and then pouted, showing them to me. "My perfect manicure is ruined because of Mr. I-am-so-perfect's face."
"Awe, poor baby." I smirked at her and kissed her fingertips, not even really thinking about it. I could feel her shiver, her eyes almost drifting shut, when Alice's voice broke through the bubble around us.
"Jazzy, I'm your wife! You should not be kissing other people!" I was fighting the intense urge to walk up to my study and hand her the papers that would make it so I could kiss anyone I wanted, when Emmett suddenly pulled out a manila envelope and handed it to her.
"What-"
"Just open it." Rosalie's stone voice cut off Alice's whiney one. Still confused, Alice opened the folder with trepidation. As she read the top, her emotions went wild, rage and hate filling her.
"What? You filed for DIVORCE?" Alice screamed.
"Oh, shit. Rose, get me some popcorn." Bella said from beside me, and then laughed. "You just had that ready did you?" I turned my head and caught a whiff of the vile stuff; Rosalie had actually brought her popcorn. I raised an eyebrow in question.
"Remember when we said Peter and Char called? Want to guess the subject?" Emmett answered my silent question.
"Oh. Of course. Peter saw this coming. Shocker." I said with a roll of my eyes.
"HEY! Are we just going to ignore the fact that you just handed me divorce papers?" Alice shouted.
"No. You're going to sign them, and I'm going to give them to Jinks, who's going to make it official, then we're going to ignore it." I said, staring at her.
"But Jazzy, why? Don't you love me?" She changed tactics.
"At one point, yes. At one point in time, I loved you with my entire heart and soul, but you know as well as I that that wasn't real love. Simply a hero worship that faded over time." I said, genuinely sorry for what I was saying.
"But, I still love you!"
"No you don't; and you never have. I'm an Empath remember? You can hide your emotions, or lack thereof, from me. I know exactly why you claimed to love me. You wanted into the Cullen family so badly, and you knew they wouldn't kick out a Civil and Southern war veteran, wanting to change his ways. You're still with me because of the simple fact that you get lonely, and you're waiting for you mate. I don't blame you for that, and trust me; it's one of the very few things I don't blame you for." I looked her in the eye and watched as her resolve broke, grabbing a pen off the coffee table and signing in the correct places. When she was finished, she handed me the papers and I put them back in the folder, the sad silence engulfing us. No matter how much of a nuisance she could be, she is still my savior, and I will always be thankful for that. Everyone went on like that for a few seconds, before the silence was broken.
"So… anyone want to explain what just happened?" Bella looked like the cat that caught the canary as she smirked at us, letting us know that she hadn't missed a single word.
Hello! How are you, my friends!
Have a lovely day!xx
Bailey Lynn