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Ch6/Edward/Hands Away
"No," she simply said, and violently pulled away from me.
What the fuck? I wasn't expecting this. What did I do wrong? I gave her what the girls call the "dazzle smile." The one that makes girls' panties fall every time. But Bella just told me to fuck off. Is she gay? What the hell? She looked up at me and I stared down at her in shock. I wanted to know why, damn it! Didn't she care that I needed help? Not that I really needed the help (shit I know I'll get an A), I just wanted to get closer to her and perhaps start a "friendship" so we can get this shit over with. But Bella wasn't in the mood to help. What a bitch!
"Why not?" I asked. Honestly I was insulted. How dare she?
"I didn't do it. I don't get it either," she said. She looked at me as if it was the honest truth. Well…that shit didn't work. I can't get her to fall for my "I'm a dumb little cute boy" plan if she can't even do the damn assignment. I felt awkward standing in front of her like a moron.
"Oh…" I looked around not knowing what to say. Well, she might need help. Offer to help her you idiot. "Well, I might…" Before I could finish offering my help Bella got a look on her face like she had just seen someone she really hated.
"I should go," she cut me off and rapidly walked away. I scratched my head confused. This was going to be harder than I thought. Bella is a fucking paranoid weirdo.
I walked to our usual table and sat down, still thinking about what had just happened. I never get turned down. Bella Swan just injured my ego. Most bitches would have agreed to help me, even if they didn't plan to do the assignment themselves, and then offer to suck my dick for extra points. The extra points were with me of course. What the hell was wrong with Isabella?
She isn't normal.
There was still nobody at my table. Some girls walked past me. They waved and smiled at me and I smiled back. See! I still have it! It's just that fucking Swan that didn't fall for it. Her glasses must be dirty. Shit I don't know and its driving me fucking crazy. I even defended her from Mike, and gave her a dollar, to show her that Edward fucking Cullen can be nice. I mean Mike was being a douche, and I might have gotten closer to Bella so she would have to bump into me if she took a step back, but I seriously did those things to help her out. Fine, okay, I might have done them more for the "seducing" part of all this. I'm trying to show her that I'm the hero. God knows I'm not, I'm the bad guy. But you can't trust the bad guy so I have to put on a show for her.
I'm a fucked up villain, the kind of villain that you can't wait for the real hero to kill off. I know what I am. I don't deny it.
Tanya and her hound dogs, Lauren and Jessica, walked over to the table. Lauren and Jessica smiled flirtatiously at me, Tanya gave them her "fuck off" look, and I chuckled at them. None of them held my interest. Fucking blonde airheads who only know how to suck cock and spend their daddy's money on shit they don't need. They're like fucking robots with boobs and asses. No fucking brains.
Tanya came up behind me and ran her hands down my chest. She leaned in and kissed my neck. I could smell her perfume and it was fucking annoying. It smelled like fucking over priced perfume made up by some gay guys. Tanya needs to lay off the fag juice. She also needed to get the fuck off me. She whispered some shit that I didn't pay attention to and went to go sit with her hound dogs at the other end of the table. She could stay over there for all I cared. I wasn't horny at the moment.
Emmett, Jasper and Alice came and sat with us. Alice and Jasper started talking about going out on the weekend and after Emmett asked me how my "seducing Bella mission" was going he spent his time talking to Rosalie on his cell phone. Tanya and the other two were talking about the mall and some MTV show. I sighed. I fucking hate people.
Damn, there it is again, my depression. What the fuck do I need? I hate feeling like this. I feel like I'm missing something. I don't know what to do. I feel this desperation that weighs so heavy on my chest that I can't breathe.
"Have you even spoken to Bella?" Jasper asked, pulling me out of my angry thoughts. I looked at him and then over to Tanya who busy talking to Jessica.
"Dude, what the fuck? Big mouth is sitting right there!" I whispered, looking over at Tanya.
"Only you would know how big her mouth is," Jasper said. I laughed and Alice made a disgusted face.
"I talked to her, but it's hard. She's fucking weird man," I said. He looked at me, intrigued.
"Dude, we all know that already. You still have to do this. Or what…are you going to back out of the bet?" He asked.
"Hell no, dude. I never back down."
"Then quit making excuses or my sister is going to kick your ass. She can't wait to get back. She really hates Bella and wants to make sure you keep your word," he said.
"I am keeping my word, and your sister better not fucking ruin it. She better leave Bella alone."
"Already feeling protective of her I see. How cute," Jasper said. He was amused.
"Fuck you! She knows that I hang around with you and your fucked up sister. How in the hell is she going to believe me when she has Rosalie calling her names and pushing her around? That shit needs to stop so that I can have a shot! Don't you people want to get back at her?" I whispered angrily.
"You're right bro, I'll get Rose off Bella's ass so you can have a chance to tap it," he said, laughing. Alice sighed loudly. Jasper looked at her and kissed her, trying to kiss her ass. I rolled my eyes.
The conversation moved along. Jasper and Alice began talking about the weekend again and Emmett was still talking to Rosalie and making stupid giggly noises and whispering shit to her. Fucking pussy. Tanya and the hound dogs were now talking about some actor's abs. Shallow bitches.
Ugh, fuck this shit. I sighed loudly and threw my chair behind me. I probably freaked everyone out, but I didn't give a shit. I walked off with my hands in my pockets and my head down. Again, avoiding people and trying to get away from all the laughter and the bullshit that is high school.
I walked into the hall and was about to go to my locker to grab my journal when I saw her and at first she scared me shitless. She totally freaked me out. Bella was leaning face first into a locker. I could tell it was her because of that damn green sweater, dirty Converse and her long-ass brown hair. She was making small whimpering noises as if she was in pain and I could see her shoulders shaking. She was hunched down a little and was grabbing her stomach with one of her hands. I couldn't see the other one. She looked fucking scary leaned into the locker like that.
What if she's dying? What if she needs help?
"Bella?" I asked. She didn't answer. "Shit Bella, you alright?" I asked. Again, no answer.
Shit there was something seriously wrong with her. I thought about going to get the nurse, but then I decided it would be better to take her there instead.
You're such a fucking douche bag Cullen, trying to win points with her while she's dying.
But I wasn't thinking about that! Okay, yeah, this might benefit the "Do Bella Foundation," but big fucking deal. Even I know you have to do something when someone needs help. Even if that someone is Weirdella.
So I walked over to her and gently placed my hands on her shoulders. She's so fucking small. My hands looked huge against her shoulders. I gently pulled her away from the locker and turned her to face me so I could see her face. I almost gasped. She was so pale; all the color was drained from her face and she looked sick as hell with a bit of sweat on her forehead. She was shaking and quietly whimpering
"Shit Bella, you're pale!" I cried. I noticed she was holding one of her hands with the other, and it was bleeding. "Damn! You're bleeding!" I was fucking panicking. What the hell do I do?
"No shit…I…need…nurse," she said weakly. I was about to smile at her unexpected sassiness, but her eyes started to roll a little and she sagged against the lockers. Her body seemed to be broken. Then it hit me that she was fainting, so I grabbed her by the arms hard. I knew that probably hurt, but I wasn't going to let her just hit the floor. I placed an arm under her knees and my other arm under back. Bella was so light and so fucking small. She seemed like she was going to break apart in my arms, so I held her tighter. She was so soft and warm.
What the fuck? Since when I do describe people as soft and warm?
Her face fell against my chest and one of her small hands grabbed my shirt tightly as she wrapped her other arm around my shoulder. I noticed she was holding her glasses in that hand.
Her eyes fluttered. She was trying to wake herself up, but she was too weak. I don't know why, but she tried pulling her face away from my chest. I think I even heard her say "no" but her face fell back into my chest as I walked to the nurse's office. She finally stopped trying to wake herself up and stayed still. My heart was pounding against my chest. Why was I so worried?
As I walked with Bella in my arms, a few people stopped and stared and a teacher asked if Bella was okay. I nodded, basically telling them to fuck off. I kept breathing in a strawberry scent mixed with the smell you get when you spend time outdoors on a humid day. I realized it was Bella's hair that smelled like strawberries. Well, well, well. Bella smells good. I chuckled at how easy it was to distract me. But she did smell great. Hella good…
I could feel her heart beat against the arm that was under her back as her breathing slowed.
"It's gonna be alright Bella, we're almost there," I said, and I swear I heard her sigh.
We finally reached the damn nurse's office.
"Oh Bella!" Nurse Suzy said. I almost laughed. She knew Bella by name. "Just lay her on the bed there!" Suzy said. She pointed at the red padded table she calls a bed.
"This is not a bed," I mumbled as I gently placed Bella on it. I was going to pull away, but Bella's strong little hand wouldn't let go of my shirt. "It's alright Bella," I sighed. I was a bit annoyed. I hate when people hang on me.
As I gently pried her hand off me I noticed it was the bloody one. I took her glasses from her other hand and placed them on top of a small table that was near the bed.
"She's bleeding by the way," I said. The damn nurse chuckled. What the fuck? That isn't funny!
"That's not new for Bella," she said. She walked over to a still unconscious Bella and I took a few steps back, trying to get out of the way. Suzy started to wipe Bella's hand with some oily looking shit that smelled strong. "This is a deep cut…not deep enough to need stitches, but it's worse than what she's gotten before," Suzy said to herself. I'm not sure I was supposed to hear her. "You can go back to class Mr. Cullen," she said. I shook my head and then cleared my throat before speaking.
"Nah, I wanna know how Isabella is doing. Why is she unconscious? Is she alright?" I asked. Suzy nodded.
"She's fine. She just has a serious case of hemophobia. That's why she fainted. So don't worry," she said. I chuckled.
"She's scared of gays?" I asked, and she laughed.
"No, that's homophobia," she said, shaking her head. "Hemophobia is an extreme fear or phobia of blood. Its common, many people have it," she said nonchalantly.
"Well, apparently not, since I've never heard of it. That's just weird," I said. She sighed, annoyed with my ignorance. She was bandaging Bella's small ass hand now.
"It's not weird, Edward. Everyone is scared of something. Some are just more scared than others. If we call it weird, it'll just scare them more knowing someone thinks it's 'weird.' It'll just confirm their fear and it won't help anything. You, Edward, might be extremely scared of something and not even know it," she said. I said nothing. This conversation needed to stop now, before we got into shit that we didn't need to get into.
She finished bandaging Bella's hand and placed her own hand over Bella's forehead.
"Poor girl," she said quietly. Again, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear her. She turned and looked at me. "You can go at any time. I'm going to let Bella rest. She needs it. She'll wake up on her own. This isn't the first time this has happened," she said. How come I never heard?
"I'd rather wait with her." Yeah, who is she gonna thank when she wakes? She can't forget that I'm the hero. I can't risk going through this and not being rewarded.
"Um…okay," she said, looking at me confused. "I'm only letting you because the principal is out at a meeting and Bella…well Bella…just...never mind. I'll write you a pass for when you do decide to leave," she said. She said something else about having to leave to go to the elementary school in Forks and I nodded. She gave me the pass and left.
I sat by Bella on a rolling chair. She could take her time waking up if meant I get to skip class waiting for her. I was about to lean back on the chair and make myself comfortable when I received a text message from Alice. "Where are you?"
I groaned."None of your business. Fuck off." I texted back.
"Whatever douche!" she replied. I was about to call her out on her language when I heard Bella's voice. I thought she had woken up since I heard my name.
I put my phone back in my pocket and looked down at Bella. I was shocked to see that she was still unconscious.
"Edward…you ruin…ruin it…my Edward…blood," she mumbled in her sleep.
I almost squealed like a little bitch. So I'm your Edward, Bella? I guess everyone was right. Bella Swan does dream about me. I felt like doing a victory dance. She does adore me. I just need to do a little work and she'll be eating out of the palm of my hand. I'll be in her pants in no time!
I stopped congratulating myself when Bella's sleeping face caught my attention. She looked so at peace, nothing like her usual paranoid self. Her expression was soft and warm. She looked content. She was probably dreaming about me. Yeah, I know. I'm a douche.
I've never paid attention to Bella's face before. She has a small nose. On top of that nose she has a light sprinkling of freckles. There were also some freckles sprinkled on her cheeks. It was as if someone had planned to place them on just the right spots. You can't really see them unless you're really close to her face, like I was. She doesn't wear any make-up and she really doesn't need it. Besides the freckles, she had none of the spots, pimples, blackheads or lines on her face that would have been expected on a teenager. Her skin is clear of all that nasty shit.
Her lips were full and slightly opened. They were a warm plum color and looked soft to the touch. I had to fight the urge to run a finger across her lips and over her jaw. Why the fuck did I want to caress her face? I never do that shit. She was so…I don't even know. She was pissing me off and she didn't even know it. Her brown curls lay under her and they contrasted with her pale skin. She looked younger and at peace with her eyes closed, lost in her sleep away from it all.
I found myself staring at her and…enjoying it like a fucking stalker. I swear I will never admit that to anybody. Not even to myself again. This is so pussy-like. What the fuck was I doing?
I was about to move away from her when her eyes suddenly fluttered. This was my moment to shine. She opened her eyes a little and then closed them again, wincing. Maybe it was the light. She wrinkled her forehead creating a little dimple there. She placed a hand on her head and took a deep breath. She kept her eyes closed and I just waited for her to open them before I put on my "Are you okay? You had me so worried," act.
Finally she started moving. She dropped her hand down, away from her head and turned her face toward me and opened her eyes.
Bella has brown eyes. I mean I already knew that, but shit I hadn't seen them without her nerdy glasses. They aren't the normal boring brown everyone else has. Her eyes are a dark chocolate color that contrasts with her pale skin and freckled face perfectly. We stared into each other's eyes. I didn't move and I didn't start my little act like I planned.
What the fuck is this shit? I need help.
She sighed and swallowed and closed her eyes again. She rubbed her eye lids and sighed again. She probably thinks this is a dream. What can I say, I am dreamy. Then she turned back to me and opened her eyes yet again and wrinkled her forehead in confusion.
"Edward?" She asked. Her voice was a little heavy, probably from passing out and all.
"Bella..." I said and smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. What the fuck is wrong with her? I mean I helped get her to the nurse, I stayed with her and acted all nice and shit. But she can't even fucking smile back at me? She can't even say "thank you" or at least look at me like she likes me? I know she said my name in her sleep. That must mean something, right?
"Edward?" She asked again, slightly upset. Her eyes widened and she sat up quickly. "Shit..." she huffed and looked around." What...what happened?" She hit her hand against the bed and looked down at it. I guess the pain reminded her of what happened. But just in case she forgot any of the details I decided to remind her.
"I found you out in the hall and you passed out. I carried you here...to the nurse," I said softly, trying to sound serious. "Are you okay? Are you feeling better? You didn't look too good," I said. I really should deserve some kind of award for this "act" I'm pulling.
"You carried me here?" She asked. She sounded shocked and somewhat doubtful. No! Fuck no! I didn't do all this shit so she can doubt my "goodness".
"Yes. You had me worried shitless," I said. I smiled at her, but again she just frowned. She looked down at her lap.
"Oh..." she said. I wanted to yell at her and demand gratefulness, but I kept my cool. She looked at me again and her eyes suddenly widened. "I'm so sorry!"
I was confused.
"Why are you sorry?" I asked. Then I realized she wasn't looking at my face, but instead her eyes were focused lower down. I looked down at my shirt and realized that it had large blood stain on it. It was probably from where she grabbed me earlier.
"I'm sorry I ruined your shirt. I'm just...I um...uh...I'm so stupid," she said, sounding frustrated and almost angry at herself. She looked down again. Why was she so frustrated? It's just a shirt. I have plenty of shirts at home.
"Bella, don't worry. It's just a shirt. I seriously don't care. If I did I would have noticed the stain earlier. Now, I'm fucking stupid. How can I miss a giant ass stain on my shirt?" I chuckled, but she still didn't smile or look at me. This was getting really frustrating!
After that we didn't move and didn't say anything for a few minutes. We just sat there in an awkward silence that I didn't know how to break. For the first time in my fucked up existence I didn't know what to say. Luckily Bella fixed it for both of us.
"Where are my glasses?" She asked, looking around. She started to squint, trying to find them. I quickly stood up and grabbed them from the small table and handed them to her.
"Here, I hope they're alright," I said. She took them from me with her good hand and looked at them. She wiped them off with her shirt and then put them on. Bella's brown eyes were gone again. I don't know why that made me sad. It was like if she was hiding from me again.
"I'm sorry again about your shirt. I'll pay you back. I don't know how, but I will," she said quietly. She had her fucking head down again.
"Bella, seriously stop apologizing for a fucking shirt! I'll be fine!" I said, a little more loudly and in a higher pitch than I would have liked. She jumped a little. She's so paranoid. Fuck! I stood up and walked closer to her and I could see her tense up. I wanted to show her that she could trust me. I wanted to show her that I wouldn't hurt her. Well, not physically anyway.
I was about to place on a hand her shoulder, again just trying to comfort her, but Bella flinched so violently it caused the bed she was sitting on to move. What the fuck is wrong with her?
She pushed her glasses up her nose with a finger and it reminded me of Superman...or Clark Kent. If I wasn't so freaked out I would have made fun of her. She took a deep breath as if she was trying to calm herself down.
"I'm...uh...um...I'm sorry," she said, sounding embarrassed. She slowly looked up at me. Her cheeks were flushed red and she was biting down on her lower lip. She looked scared...nervous...worried...why? I'm so fucking confused.
"I'm...I have to go to class," she said. I placed my hand under her elbow to help her down from the bed, and she didn't flinch this time. "Thanks..." she said quietly, still not looking up at me.
"No problem Bella," I said. She slowly made her out through the doorway. She walked down the hall, with her head down, taking slow steps. She turned and looked at me, but before I could smile at her again she turned away.
Shit.
I sighed loudly after she turned a corner. I wanted to punch something. She was so fucking complicated and she had serious "touch" issues. It's as if she was afraid I'd hit her or something.
I went to my locker after I remembered I had a sweater stuffed in the back. I couldn't walk around with a giant blood stain on my shirt looking like a fucking low budget horror movie. I went to the rest of my classes still thinking about Bella and how I should act around her in English class. I knew this was going to take some time, but at the pace this was going I'd have to actually take her to prom to screw her. I couldn't have that.
Imagine Edward fucking Cullen going out with Isabella fucked up Swan. It ain't gonna happen! I wish I had never agreed to do this shit. It sounded like fun at first. I would get money and praise for taking a girl's virginity! Who can say no to that? I thought she would fall for me after just a few smiles and jokes. But Bella isn't having it. She acts as if she thinks I'm going to either hit her or eat her alive. I can't do this shit if she's gonna be so fucking paranoid all the fucking time. She's making you question yourself? You're a fucking pussy Cullen! Fuck her and get this shit over with. Ugh. My inner voice is douchier than me sometimes.
As I made my way to English, I decided to flirt with Tanya to get my mind off things. I invited her out for the weekend but the bitch said she might have some shit to do. What the fuck? Then she smiled at me with her usual slutty smile and promised she would get out of whatever it was and come with me. Thankfully, Bella wasn't at her locker to see all that. How would I look trying to convince Tanya to fuck and then asking Bella to do it later? That wouldn't be very "heroic" of me.
I made it to English and smiled to myself when I noticed Bella wasn't there and there were only two seats available...the same ones as the day before. Perfect. As I sat down I felt a little excited. The more time I spent with Bella, the quicker I could convince her. Then Mrs. Morris walked in, closing the door behind her, and started writing on the board. Where the fuck was Bella?
"So class, your Romeo and Juliet assignment is due today," Mrs. Morris said. While she was writing I pulled my paper out of my notebook. The classroom door opened and Bella walked in looking shy as hell with her lower lip between her teeth. She was holding a few notebooks and that other damn book she carries everywhere.
"Ah, Isabella, better late than never. Find a seat and get your Romeo and Juliet assignment ready. I'm going to pick it up in a moment," Mrs. Morris said. Bella just nodded and looked around the room. Her eyes widened and her head went down when she realized the same thing I had earlier. She slowly walked to the seat and sat down. She didn't look as scared as she did yesterday.
She pulled out a paper from her notebook and placed it by her side. She fucking lied to me. She did the assignment. I decided not to take it personally. Maybe she doesn't trust her work or she doesn't like sharing her answers. Whatever!
Mrs. Morris talked for a few minutes about Shakespeare's life. I ignored her. This shit wasn't new and apparently it wasn't for Bella either, because she was busy scribbling away. I didn't know what the fuck she was doing. All I could hear was the sound of her pencil. Mrs. Morris ordered Angela, who again, I didn't know was in this class, to get the R&J assignments for her.
Was it here that Bella told Angela she hated for me for stealing her homework? Angela reached our row of desks and I thought maybe Bella would tell her something, or make some kind of move that would show that they were friends, but I was wrong. When Angela got to Bella's desk there was nothing but the sound of Bella's pencil. Angela made no move to say "hi" to Bella. She just took her paper and then mine. Bella didn't even seem to notice that someone has passed by her. After Angela gave Mrs. Morris the papers she sat back down at her desk.
"Now, class, we have a new project," Mrs. Morris announced. Everyone groaned as the word project left her mouth. "Please don't act so enthused. Anyway, this will be a group project. It will be groups of three. You will work with the people that are sitting closest to you, with some exceptions of course," she said. I almost cheered knowing what that meant. Bella tensed up.
Mrs. Morris informed every one of their groups, and when she got to the last group I was smiling, because I already knew. "As for the last group, Angela Weber I had to put you in this group because you will chatter less," Mrs. Morris, said smiling at Angela as she embarrassed her. "Angela you will work with Isabella and Edward," she said. Not once did Bella turn to look at me. She just kept her head down.
You're such an asshole Cullen. You enjoy torturing people. What a fucking psychotic piece of shit you are! My inner voice is bipolar, just like me. He now wants to save Bella. Fuck him.
Mrs. Morris ordered us to move our desks so that we would be facing each other. She said this would only be a one-week-long project and some other bull shit. Bella tried moving her desk with the one hand that wasn't fucked up, but didn't succeed.
"Let me get it Bella," I said. She slowly moved out of my way. She kept looking down with her hair somewhat in her face and didn't say anything. I moved her desk to face mine and Angela sat on the side of us. "There you go Bella," I said. I was as friendly as I could possibly be but she just nodded. We all sat down and took out our notebooks.
The stupid ass project was to come up with an argument. Who was the one to blame for the tragic end of Romeo and Juliet? We had to point at someone and blame him or her for the shit that went down in the play and back it up with proof and an educated argument about why we were right.
"So..." I said. But Bella kept ignoring me. She was biting her lip and fingering her notebook. She had that other book she always carries sitting next to her arm. Now I could see it was a sketch book. It had the words Sketch Book written in black marker on the cover with a drawing below. At first I thought the drawing was there to begin with, as an example or decoration that was put there just in case the words Sketch Book weren't obvious enough. But with a closer look I realized it was real ink. It was hand drawn. Shit. She drew that? It was...it was pretty cool.
Bella snatched the sketch book away and I was caught. She shoved it under her other notebooks. I tried looked at her apologetically, but she didn't even look at me. Seriously, what the fuck am I doing wrong?
"Well, I might as well start," Angela said, pulling me back into reality. "I guess we should all agree on someone to blame and then write our argument." I just nodded and Bella, again, said nothing. "I blame Mercutio. He's just the most annoying character and such a third wheel. I mean what the hell? Did he have some kind of gay crush on Romeo?" She continued. I mentally rolled my eyes at her. "He caused that fight that got him killed, and then Romeo had to avenge his stupid friend and got himself in trouble. If he didn't have such a dumb friend then nothing would have happened. He and Juliet would have ran away together and lived on a farm or something. They would have been happy and together forever," she said. Bella just looked at her and then went back to staring at her notebooks. She was probably mentally rolling her eyes too.
"Well..." I said, faking a stretch. "That was...interesting Angela...really, but I blame Tybalt. I mean what the fuck was his problem? Romeo never did shit to him and his ignorant hate for Romeo and the Montagues blinded him. If he wasn't such a fucking douche bag, thinking he's got the biggest dick, he wouldn't have gotten himself killed and in the process, caused Romeo to be banished from Verona which led Juliet, Tybalt's cousin, to pretend to kill herself, which then led to Romeo's death. We could also blame Romeo for being an impulsive moron. I know he was just fifteen, but shit, couldn't he grow up a little and stop being a pussy about Juliet?" I said, feeling a little proud about my argument. Angela smiled at me and seemed to agree. Then we both looked at Bella.
Bella realized it was her turn and she took a deep breath. Looking down the whole time, she began to talk. "I think this assignment is bull. Why do we have to blame someone? We could spend the whole week coming up with reasons to blame someone and go on and on with 'what ifs' and 'should haves' but the story will still end the same. Mercutio was annoying, and he was also immature and didn't take anything seriously. He got himself killed because of it, but that was just his nature. He didn't have to change for anybody. In a weird way he was Romeo's best friend, but how was he supposed to know that Romeo secretly got married to the enemy and his actions would get him in trouble? Tybalt was just a hot head and was only doing what he thought was right, which was to defend his name against Romeo," she said. She paused to take a breath and I couldn't turn away.
"Romeo was just an innocent. He was innocent, impulsive, young and naive. He thought what we all thought, that his love for Juliet would change the world. It would save him and her from the shit they lived in. Yeah they were both rich snobs, but it didn't mean they were happy. Romeo though he found happiness with Juliet, and he would fight and even kill anyone who got in the way of his love without thinking twice about it. And he did. His impulsiveness got him killed at the end. But that was who he was, young and naive. There is nobody to blame. Shakespeare just made up characters that, if put together in one world, would end each other. Romeo and Juliet were doomed from the start. They knew it. We knew it. William Shakespeare knew it. But their love still happened, and they went on with it, because it was the best damn thing that ever happened to them. Why else would you risk everything to be with your worst enemy? We can't change it now and they wouldn't have changed anything, so why play the blame game?" Bella finally finished and I swear my jaw was on the ground. Angela's mouth was open and I swear she hadn't blinked.
Bella looked up at me and just nodded. "Well...um...uh...I... that's what I think," she said. She went back to looking down at her notebooks.
"That was...good," Angela said. I looked at her like she was stupid, which she fucking was.
"Good? That was fucking amazing. I vote Bella!" I said. Bella whipped her eyes up to meet mine.
"Um...re...rea...really?" She asked. I smiled at her. This was an honest smile. I felt proud of Bella. Chick had some balls.
"Yeah Isabella, that was really good. I think we should use your argument. We would get points for thinking outside the box. I vote Isabella," Angela said.
I began to wonder if they had ever spoken to each other before this. It sure as hell didn't seem like it. Why would Angela fucking call her Isabella if they were friends? And why in the blue fuck would Bella tell her shit about me?
Bella smiled shyly, probably proud of herself, and looked down again. I swear seeing Bella smile is such a rarity that when it happens it catches you off guard. She almost looks different. I almost wanted to take a fucking picture to remember it by.
We spent the rest of the period finding examples and supportive moments in the play that would serve as the foundation of our paper. Bella didn't say much, but once in a while I would ask her for her opinion and she would let it out. She didn't seem as scared to talk to me anymore. I knew I was fucking getting some points with this shit. I felt closer to the light. I had to tell Jasper, Emmett and especially Rosalie so they could get the fuck off my back. Bella will fall into my dazzling arms in no fucking time.
Class ended and as Bella gathered her shit up, I tried to think up an excuse to talk to her again. I decided to just ask her to get together to finish the damn project after school. As Bella walked out of the class and I ran after her.
"Bella!" I called out, but she kept walking through the loud and crowded hall. She kept her head down and walked at a fast pace. "Bella!" I yelled again. Couldn't she fucking hear me? I had to push through some people because they didn't seem to understand that they were in the fucking way. "Bella!" I yelled again. I finally reached her. "Hey Bella!" I said. Shit, she wouldn't turn around, so I decided to do what I thought was logical.
I grabbed her by the arm. The crowd pulled me a little and it made me pull Bella hard by the arm. It wasn't on purpose, I swear. If I had known what was going to happen next, I would have just let her go. I pulled Bella so hard she dropped her shit on the ground and bumped into my chest. She gasped and I think I heard her say "not again" but I wasn't sure.
"I'm sorry I..." I was about to make my apology and excuse when Bella started to shake. She looked fucking scared out of her fucking mind. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed. The people passing by stopped to watch. "Don't you ever pull me like that again! Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me!" Bella barked. It was the first time anybody had ever seen her like this. Her watery eyes were full of anger.
"Bella...I'm sorry," I said. I wanted to grab her by the shoulders to calm her down, but she violently pulled away.
"Just keep your hands away! What do you not understand about 'hands away'? Please Edward!" She pleaded. I hadn't noticed, but there was now a crowd around us. I spotted Alice and Jasper watching with their mouths wide open. Alice looked sad and Jasper looked freaked out.
Bella finally noticed the crowd too, and her eyes finally released their tears. She looked around, blushing. She looked paranoid as hell, and fucking scared. Nobody said anything, moved or made any sound. It was complete silence. Bella's eyes wandered around one last time and then she wiped away her tears. She quickly picked her shit up and stood.
"I'm...I uh...um I'm sorry," she whispered. She turned and left, pushing her way through the crowd.
I looked around. Everyone was still staring at me like I had done something wrong."What the fuck are you looking at, shitheads?" I barked. Everyone started to disperse back to whatever the fuck it was that they were doing. I stood frozen in the same place, not knowing what the fuck just happened. I guess I'm back to step one with Bella. I sighed angrily.
After the hall cleared, Alice walked over to me. "Edward lets go," she said. I looked down at her and I just nodded. Before I could follow her, I noticed there was a piece of paper under one of the lockers. I knelt down and grabbed it. It was a drawing of a large hand with a small girl sitting right in the middle of it. It looked like the same drawing Jasper and I had found on the outside wall of the school, except the weeds on this drawing were thicker and the girl was wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts. She had bruises on her arms and legs, especially on her arms. It was drawn with a pencil, not a marker. The girl still hid behind her hair and still had her arms wrapped around her legs. Everything was amazingly sketched, from the shading to the painful detail of the girl's bruises. It made me wince.
"Who drew that?" Alice asked. I hadn't even noticed she was looking at it too. "It's sad..." she said. I just nodded. "Whoever drew it is pretty talented though," she said as she started to walk away. "Come on Edward, lets go." I looked at the corner of the drawing.
"B"
Shit.
It wouldn't take a genius to figure it out. Now I know what "B" stands for. I folded the drawing and put it in my pocket.
On the ride home, I decided to let Emmett drive my Volvo. I didn't feel like driving. It was a good thing my siblings had decided to ride with me today. I sat in the back seat while Emmett and Alice said nothing. I was grateful for their silence as I didn't want to hear about how weird Bella had acted. She has some serious issues.
"Hemophobia is an extreme fear or phobia of blood. Its common, many people have it... It's not weird, Edward. Everyone is scared of something. Some are just more scared than others."
Issue number one. I took out my phone and Googled Hemophobia.
Hemophobia: A fear of blood. Cause of this phobia can be genetic or caused by a traumatic childhood experience involving blood or blood loss.
I turned my phone off.