Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Twilight owns me.
A/N: I survived! Huzzah! In return for sparing me my life, I give you this!
Oh, and keep in mind that I wrote this all last night, so forgive me for any mistakes.
Chapter Fourteen- Bella's POV (age seventeen)
I slowly made my way over to the desk, making my footsteps a little louder than I might normally have in an attempt to catch Edward's attention.
It didn't work. He kept his face down, the same guilty expression on his perfect features.
I sighed and sat down, dropping my bag beside the chair.
He looked up then, realizing that it was, in fact, me.
He stole a glance at Mr. Mason, who was busying himself in his paperwork again. Reaching down to his bag, he pulled out a blank piece of paper and a pen, not looking at me.
A little disappointed, I pulled out my notebook and began to copy the note again. I had only gotten three lines finished when something landed on my desk. I picked it up and inspected it. There was writing on one side.
How did you manage to land yourself a detention?
I recognized Edward's elegant script. I put the note back down on the desk and began scribbling my reply.
I don't know. Why don't you ask Jessica?
I tossed the paper back to him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grimace.
I'd rather not talk to her if I can avoid it.
I laughed, causing Mr. Mason to look up at me again.
I smiled at him and pretended to continue copying the note. Once I was sure that he was distracted again, I wrote my reply.
And how did you end up here? Did you stab Mike Newton with a pencil, or what?
He chuckled, but didn't answer my question.
Bella, we're friends, right?
Friends. Hm. I was hoping we were closer than just friends.
I was under the impression we were a bit more than friends… I don't think you kiss Jasper like that.
That only caused him to laugh harder, earning himself a stern look from Mr. Mason and a confused one from Mike.
He cleared his throat and picked up his pencil again.
No, I don't. So, does that make us… a couple?
I paused to consider that.
I had once said I was in love with him. That was nearly five years ago. I looked over at him.
That was all I needed.
I think it does. Edward Cullen, will you be my boyfriend?
I smiled to myself at the corny line.
As I slid the note to Edward, he grinned, too. He nodded,
Yes.
Then I remembered something.
Are we going to tell them? I have sneaking suspicions that Alice already knows what's going on.
I passed it back again. His grin vanished.
I think I'd sooner tell my brother that I've been playing piano for years.
I gave him a confused look.
If we confirmed Alice's suspicions, Rose would be the next to find out. And anything Rose knows, Emmett can easily find out. We'll tell them… in good time.
I almost laughed at thought.
So for now: Friends?
He smiled.
Always.
The bell rang out. Dang, I hadn't finished the note. I rose from the desk, collecting my books. As Edward and I made our way out of the classroom and towards our Biology, he slung his arm over my shoulder.
Just like old times.
(I sincerely wanted to end the chapter here, but it only adds up to about 500 words, and I'm not that mean. I barely survived yesterday. So, here's some more)
We trudged into the classroom with thirty seconds 'till the bell. I quickly sat down and dropped my books onto the desk. I looked up to see Edward looking hesitantly at the board.
"What?" I asked, glancing up at him.
"Nothing," he shook his head a little.
He sat down beside me, still looked ahead. I followed his gaze, only to see Mr. Banner erasing the last few words off of the board.
He strode up and down the aisles, reminding us of the blood drive that was starting next week and handing permission forms to students who hadn't turned eighteen yet. I shivered as I looked down at my form. There was no way I was going to have blood sucked out of my arm right in front of my eyes.
"Now," Mr. Banner Began, "We're going to be doing Blood Typing today. If you are interested in the drive, you need to know what type you are. Mr. Newton, if I could borrow you for a moment."
Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Mike stood up as Mr. Banner grabbed him by the wrist. He held a pin in his hand, and gently prodded Mike's finger with it. He was instructing us on how to properly complete the action, but I couldn't hear. As I watched the blood slowly ooze down Mike's finger, my hearing went fuzzy and everything seemed distant.
I pressed my face to the cool desk, attempting to keep the room from spinning.
"Bella? Bella, are you alright?" Edward asked from somewhere far away, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I nodded, but he ignored me.
"Mr. Banner? I don't think Bella's feeling very well," I heard him say through the haze.
"I see. Mr. Cullen, could you please escort Miss Swan to the nurse's office?" was all I heard before I was surrounded in darkness.
I smelled… Lysol? I was lying down on something hard, I could feel cold seat on my neck. There was someone standing beside me. I became aware that there was someone standing beside me. I opened my eyes and sat up.
"Bella," Edward scolded, reaching out to push me down again.
I ignored his hands and pulled myself up, looking around. There were fake plants scattered around the room and a few small desks with filing cabinets. I must be in the office.
"Bella, are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine." I muttered.
"What's your next class?"
"Gym," I groaned.
He analyzed the expression on my face before standing up and walking over to the women at the desk.
He spoke with her for a few moments before making his way back to me.
"You are now free for the rest of the afternoon. Care to join me?" he asked, offering me his arm.
I laughed and took it as he led me out of the office.
"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked once we had made it back outside.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just as long as I stay away from that classroom," I glared in the direction of the biology building.
"I think we can manage that," he chuckled, grabbing my books and heading off to the parking lot.
I followed him up to a shiny looking Volvo. He went around to the passenger door and opened it for me, then came around and sat behind the wheel.
"Pick something you like," he pulled out a rack of CDs and offered them to me.
I looked down at them, all my favourites. I chose one and pushed it into the CD player, relaxing as the notes of Bella's Lullaby filled the air.
After a few moments, I realized Edward was watching me. I turned to him.
"Mr. Cullen, I do believe it's time for another game," I grinned.
--- Two Hours and 8 Rounds of 20 Questions Later ---
"I think I should be getting you home now," Edward commented after yet another game of twenty questions.
I looked around and realized that students were filling the parking lot, piling into cars and driving home. I sighed.
"I suppose."
Edward's maniac driving was even worse than Alice's. As we spun down the empty roads of Forks, I clung to the arm rests.
"No wonder Emmett got his license first!" I shivered as another tree flashed past the window.
"Do you have a problem with the way I drive?" he asked, faking hurt.
"Yes!"
"That won't do." He grinned.
I watched in horror as the speedometer needle slowly made its way higher.
Before I could reply, we were pulling into Charlie's driveway. I didn't want to get out. I wanted to stay here with Edward.
"I have to make dinner for Charlie still. Would you like to come in?" I asked, biting my lip.
He smiled.
"I'd love to,"
A/N: I hope this one made up for the shortness of the last few chapters?
It was easier to write. But, eeep! Edward and Bella are being sneaky! And poor Bella still can't stand blood.
Oh, and let's just pretend that Bella didn't ditch Alice and Rose at school for a ride home with Edward. Its Forks, they probably heard about her fainting within ten minutes.
Anything else I forgot to mention? Um… Oh! Edward didn't actually stab Mike with a pencil. I just wanted to use the line. He never did answer Bella. Maybe he's just a small town bad boy.
(Not very important) for anyone who actually bothers to read this much of an authors note, I just wanted to vent some of my excitement to you! The first snow of the season! At least, the first snow that stayed. And boy did it stay. There's three foot snow banks down my street. Anyone living in the Toronto area should be as excited as me. I'm sitting here, watching the snow fall, sipping my eggnog and listening to Nat King Cole. The holidays are near!