Disclaimer: No, I do not own Twilight. And some parts of this chapter come directly from Stephenie Meyer's masterpiece.

Chapter 5: Blood Type

I stirred a little. It seemed like I had been dreaming for a long time. Why was my alarm clock not going off? My eyes fluttered open and I checked the time.

Crap!

This is not how I wanted to start off the rest of my day. I put on a random shirt, not really paying attention to what color it was and put some jeans on that I found on the ground. I stumbled out of my room with an angry expression and looked in the pantry for a poptart.

"You're up late, sweetie," My mom commented. She was drinking coffee and sitting cross-legged on the couch.

"My alarm didn't go off this morning," I grumbled and stuffed half a poptart in my mouth.

"Oh it did though. The most annoying thing! You left it running forever so I decided to turn it off. It was driving me crazy!"

I choked on my half-chewed breakfast. "What? What were you thinking?" I asked incredulously. "Seriously, Mom?"

"Sorry, Honey, I thought you left it running on purpose!"

I scowled at her and ran to my car. I cut back a few minutes by driving way over the speed limit. I prayed over and over that Chief Swan wouldn't pull me over. That would be the last thing I needed this morning.

I finally pulled into the parking lot and caught sight of Edward and Bella talking. Bella looked like she couldn't think properly or something and Edward turned abruptly, leaving her in a daze. I snorted in disgust and ran to my next class. This was definitely not my day.

Somehow, even though I was late to class, I managed to beat Bella there. I chose to sit in a different seat today. I just couldn't handle sitting next to her and being tempted to beg her to reconsider. She had made her decision and I had made mine. Jessica wasn't a horrible person. I just hadn't appreciated her. I still would rather go with Bella but I wasn't about to be the asshole either.

"Thank you for joining us, Miss Swan," Mr. Mason said in a disparaging tone. I stifled a chuckle as she walked to her seat, her face full of chagrin. She still looked like she was in a trance, however.

I decided to be a little nicer at the end of class, or maybe it was just because Eric still decided to meet her at the door, and I couldn't let him be the gentleman. I decided everyone deserved second chances and I forgave her for hurting my pride.

As we walked I became more comfortable with her, which relieved me. I decided it wasn't such a bad thing if all we could be was friends. I knew I couldn't keep this attitude forever, but I enjoyed it while it lasted. Anyways, the beach was this weekend and I couldn't help but be excited about that. The weather report for this weekend boosted my spirits as well. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad a day as I thought.

But then lunch happened. It was fine at first. The usual: Bella meets Jessica, they go to the lunch line to buy food, blah blah blah.

I noticed something unusual at first, when I saw Cullen sitting alone. Then I looked at Bella and saw that she wasn't looking at Edward at all, but where he usually sits. She looked so disappointed not to find him there.

Jessica had whispered something in her ear, which made Bella get all red, and now what? She's sitting alone with him talking about God knows what for no reason whatsoever.

What were they friends now? This was unbearable! I studied his face expressions, because all I could see of her was the back of her head. At first I tried to be sly about watching them. I didn't want to give away to anyone that I liked Bella or anything. But then I decided it wasn't that big of a deal because everyone else was staring, so they wouldn't think much of it.

It almost seemed like they were in some kind of argument. I was thinking about whether or not I should go over there and show him how to be respectful. My fists clenched as I thought how pleasant it would be to break Edward's perfect nose.

It seemed as though he knew what I was thinking, because he looked straight at me and chuckled, as if what I was thinking amused him. I glared at him coldly, which only made his smile widen. He turned back to Bella and watched her hands. I wish I could see what was going on!

I hadn't realized that I was involuntarily stretching myself to be able to see more of the scene that I actually fell off the chair.

"I didn't get very much sleep," I grumbled halfheartedly as an excuse. I put my head down over my folded arms and pretended to sleep. That way I could hide my face, which I'm sure was bright red.

Finally, Angela tapped on my shoulder and looked at me with sad eyes. The bell had rung and we needed to get to class.

I glanced at them and was sorry I did. They were still there, talking away like nothing around them was going on. I felt like I was going to be sick. I walked with Angela to class and sat down in my usual seat. Bella walked in late, but Mr. Banner wasn't there yet so she didn't get in trouble. Damn teacher, I thought grumpily to myself.

Angela and I stared at her when she went to her seat, and I was not being nice. No more Mr. nice guy.

But Mr. Banner went into the room then, so I couldn't keep staring daggers at Bella anymore. He was juggling a few small cardboard boxes in his arms. He put them down at my table, telling me to start passing them around the class. Reluctantly, I got up.

"Okay, guys, I want you all to take one piece from each box," he said as he produced a pair of rubber gloves from the pocket of his lab jacket and pulled them on. The sharp sound as the gloves snapped into place made me flinch. It sounded like it hurt.

"The first should be an indicator card," he went on, grabbing a white card with four squares marked on it and displaying it. "The second is a four-pronged applicator, and the third is a sterile micro-lancet." He held up a small piece of blue plastic and split it open.

"I'll be coming around with a dropper of water to prepare your cards, so please don't start until I get o you." He started at my table again, carefully putting one drop of water in each of the four squares.

"Then I want you to prick your finger with the lancet…" He grabbed my hand and jabbed the spike into the tip of my middle finger. It stung at first but a perfect drop of blood squeezed its way out and it looked really cool. "Put a small drop of blood on each of the prongs." He demonstrated by squeezing my finger till more blood flowed. "And then apply it to the card," he finished, holding the dripping red card for the rest of the class to see. I thought it all was awesome. I wanted to do it again.

"The Red Cross is having a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you should all know your blood type. Those of you who aren't eighteen yet will need a parent's permission – I have slips at my desk." This definitely beat having to listen to his long and boring lectures.

"Bella, are you all right?" Mr. Banner asked. I was trying to squeeze more blood out of my middle finger but her name caught my attention. I turned around to see her face. She was definitely not doing so well. She was more pale then usual and she looked faint.

"I already know my blood type, Mr. Banner," she said weakly.

"Are you feeling faint?" he asked her. I thought that first.

"Yes, sir," she muttered.

"Can someone take Bella to the nurse, please?" he called. I jumped up almost instantly. There was no way I was passing up this chance. I walked up to them with a huge grin on my face.

"Can you walk?" Mr. Banner asked.

"Yes," she whispered. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her arm over my shoulder. It was just like heaven. She leaned against me and I let us walk slowly so I could cherish the moment.

"Just let me sit for a minute, please?" she begged. I did not like this plan, but maybe it would give me more time with her. I helped her sit on the edge of the walk. "And whatever you do, keep your hand in your pocket," she warned. I didn't know what she meant at first. My mind automatically thought of something dirty, but then I realized that she was talking about my finger. She hated blood. I looked at her face and almost gasped.

"Wow, you're green, Bella," I said nervously.

"Bella?" a different voice called from the distance. I cringed from its familiarity. "What's wrong… is she hurt?" Cullen was coming closer now and I felt like kicking him in an unfriendly place.

"I think she's fainted. I don't know what happened, she didn't even stick her finger." I couldn't believe he would show up!

"Bella." Edward seemed relieved for some reason. "Can you hear me?" Of course she can. What, do you think she's deaf?

"No," she groaned. "Go away." That made me smile a little on the inside; at least until he chuckled.

"I was taking her to the nurse," I said defensively, "but she wouldn't go any farther." I thought that would be enough of a hint for him to leave.

"I'll take her," he said… Apparently not. That made me even more irritated.

"No, I'm supposed to do it," I protested. Then suddenly, he picked her up off the ground and carried her like a princess, walking away like I wasn't even here, despite her protests.

"Hey!" I called, not able to keep up with his long, graceful strides. Damn, I thought. I absolutely loathe him. I slowly turned around and walked back to class. There was nothing more I could do. It was a hopeless case.

The second I stepped into class, Mr. Banner hurried up to me and pointed at Lee Stephens. "Would you mind escorting Lee to the nurse as well, Mike?" I grinned at him and helped him to the office. This was my chance to get back at Cullen. He couldn't push me away anymore. I opened the door and heard Ms. Cope say, "We've got another one." Bella hopped down to free up the cot. I staggered through the door, supporting Lee and hoping to get a seat next to Bella.

Edward whispered something to Bella really quickly, and they were gone before the door even closed. That pissed me off. What kind of game was he playing? I made sure the nurse could help Lee, and then I left the room in a huff. I saw them sitting down, and I glanced back and forth between them. I stared daggers at Edward and then returned to Bella with a glum expression.

"You look better," I accused.

"Just keep your hand in your pocket," she warned me again.

"It's not bleeding anymore," I muttered. "Are you going back to class?"

"Are you kidding?" She looked at me incredulously. "I'd just have to turn around and come back."

"Yeah, I guess… So are you going this weekend? To the beach?" I flashed another glare towards Edward as I spoke, warning him that he was not welcome.

She sounded a little annoyed when she answered. "Sure, I said I was in."

"We're meeting at my dad's store, at ten." My eyes flickered to Edward again, and I wondered whether I gave out too much information. He better not show up there.

"I'll be there," she promised.

"I'll see you in Gym, then," I said and moved uncertainly toward the door.

"See you," she replied just before the door shut behind me. I went straight to the men's bathroom and washed my hands. All I could think about was Gym. It was my favorite class because it was the only time where Bella relied on me. She was no good at sports, and let me lead our team to victory. I impressed her with my skills as she stumbled around all hopelessly. I like it.

Not only that, but Edward wasn't there to mess everything up. He better not show up at the beach.

I finally went back to class, and had fun stabbing my other fingers with the prong. The guys and I were having a good time smearing our blood all over each other. The girls just stared at us in disgust as they applied band-aids to their new punctures.

Class ended and I hurried to Gym, anxious to see Bella. But when I looked around the gym, she was nowhere in sight.

She said she would be here!

Figures.

A/N: Wow I sure am updating a lot! You should be so proud :D oooh and this next chapter should be fun too! Little Mike gets to get jealous over Jacob now! Please review, it takes two seconds!