Ok, so I apologise for the lateness of this, but I did get writer's block, then school started up again and i didn't have the time.

Thanks to those who reviewed and everything, and thank you for your patience.

PS In this chapter, allow me my poetic licence!

When I woke up in the morning, I kept my eyes shut, preparing for the day ahead. Usually the light in the morning was close to night, but today I could almost see the light coming through my eyelids.

I dashed over to my window, hoping that perhaps the sun had come through and melted all the snow for me. But alas, the light was made clearer by the fact that there was no fog outside to block the light.

Although the fog usually managed to make me feel miserable, there was something worse. Ice. Ice hated me, and was always sending me skidding, even when I was doing nothing. My balance problems, when out by the slightest margin, often sends me sprawling. I had no idea how I was going to get to my truck, since the driveway was virtually an ice skating rink.

I ate my breakfast dejectedly, then made my way out into the freezing cold. The only thing that stopped my from skipping school was the idea that perhaps I would be able to talk to Bella again. And that was ridiculous, since she was so obviously off limits. To be perfectly honest, I really wanted to see if I could learn a little bit more about her, since most of the talk yesterday had been about me.

I wasn't quite sure why she was so interested in me, and no other girl had asked me so many personal questions, ever. Even Jessica just prattled on about herself when she was 'showing me around'. I was pretty sure that I hadn't changed much in the couple of weeks that I had been away from Phoenix in, so I wasn't entirely certain if it was me as a person that they all seemed to be attracted to, or if it was simply the 'new boy' label that would quickly wear off. Either way, it seemed that I was stuck with Jessica the 'angel' for a while, until Mike managed to claim her more securely.

I drove slightly zoned out, and I didn't notice that my truck had no problems on the roads until I got to school. I was curious, since my usual bad luck would normally have delivered me some form of accident on the slick roads.

I knelt down by the tyres and and examined the snow chains that criss-crossed in a diamond shape across them. I smiled knowing that even though both Charlie and I weren't very good at expressing our emotions verbally, we would always look out for each other, which was more than Renée did most of the time, since it was always me looking after her.

As I fought back the waves of gratitude, I heard the sound of screeching tyres heading for me. I snapped my head around, and saw Tyler Crowley's dark blue van skidding across the ice towards me. I frantically scanned the area around me, looking for a way out, but the only things I could seem to see were the van and Bella's face, looking horrified at the situation I was in. Would she miss me if I was gone, I wondered errantly. Probably not, I answered myself, she barely knew you!

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the van to hit me. And then something did, but not in the way I thought it would. Icy cold fingers wrapped around my waist, lifting me easily out of the van's path and behind whoever it was that had rescued me. I didn't see much of who it was, only the fact that their hands were white and very strong, as they left dents in the car when they pushed it away from us. I had looked away when I thought that the van was going to splatter me and my saviour, and when it didn't squash me, and all I could hear was my own breathing, I peeked out of one eye, and saw that I was alone in the rectangle of space I was in; between my truck, another car, the van and the hedge behind me.

I blinked in confusion. I was certain that someone else had been here, the one who had saved my life undoubtedly. There was no way that the van could have stopped itself, and I had simply imagined the hand.

Before I had time to ponder on this any more, the people on the other side of my silent little bubble began shouting at one another, at Tyler, and at me, asking if I was ok. Some of the teachers began trying to shift the van far away enough from me that the stretchers from the ambulance could be brought in, despite my assurances that I was fine and that nothing had touched me. My gut instinct told me to keep quiet about my secret saviour.

Two students were chosen to verify what had happened, and not surprisingly, Jess offered to explain my tragic accident. It also turned out that the Cullens were chosen too, since their father was a doctor and they had a very high priority I assumed.

The ride to the hospital was insanely embarrassing. I, along with Tyler, was prodded and poked in places, while someone at the back took notes on our responses, all while the sirens were blaring in the two minutes it took us to get to the hospital.

Once I had been unloaded, someone was instructed to call my dad. It wasn't his reaction that I was worried about though, it was my mom's. No doubt she would be hysterical that her baby boy had been involved in an accident at school. I sincerely hoped that my dad had enough sense to not call her.

While my dad was on his way, we were taken up to the emergency room, there to await our doctor.

Tyler looked absolutely awful. He had several bloody bandages wrapped around his head, and he was pale and sickly looking beneath his carefully coloured tan. He was looking me up and down, surprised that he was more injured than me, the victim.

"Are you alright Edward? I'm so sorry dude, I just hit the ice wrong, and I couldn't stop the van from slipping. . ." I told him that I was fine, and that I wasn't mad or anything.

Clicking footsteps interrupted our heartfelt conversation, and I looked up to see a blond doctor who was so pale and. . .well, perfect-looking that he could only be the Cullens' adoptive father, Dr Carlisle Cullen. He smiled at us and told us "Mr Swan, you need to be taken to have an x-ray done on your head, and Mr Crowley, your doctor will arrive shortly."

I was wheeled away to have my x-ray done, and I didn't pay much attention to all the mutterings of the doctors holding paperwork around me. Once I was done I was wheeled back the room I was in before. Dr Cullen came in a few minutes after, smiling again. "Mr Swan," he said to me, "it seems that you are perfectly fine, just like you said. Your father is in the waiting room, and y0u are now free to go." He smiled once more and left.

I sat up, and stretched. I highly doubted that I would have to go to school again, and I walked to the waiting room with a happy spring in my step. My dad met me and pulled my into a large – and surprising – bear hug. "Are you alright Edward?" He asked, holding me at arms length once he had finished hugging me. "Yeah, I'm fine" I answered, trying to shrug it off. But my dad had one more thing to say to me. "Em. . .I kinda told your mother, you might, er, wanna call her when we get back. . ." I buried my face in my hands. The ultimate torture, the one thing I wanted to avoid, and my dad just had to thrust it on me.

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