In my dream it was very dark, and what dim light there was seemed to be radiating from Elisabeth's skin. I couldn't see her face, just her bare back as she walked away from me, leaving me in the blackness. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn't catch up to her; no matter how loud I called, she never turned. Troubled, I woke in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep again for what seemed like a very long time. After that, she was in my dreams nearly every night, but always on the periphery, never within reach.
The month that followed the accident was uneasy, tense, and, at first, embarrassing.
To my dismay, I found myself the center of attention for the rest of that week.
Tyler Crowley was impossible, following me around, obsessed with making amends to me somehow. I tried to convince him what I wanted more than anything else was for him to forget all about it - especially since nothing had actually happened to me - but he remained insistent. He followed me between classes and sat at our now-crowded lunch table. Mike and Eric were even less friendly toward him than they were to each other, which made me worry that I'd gained another unwelcome admirer.
No one seemed concerned about Elisabeth, though I explained over and over that she was the hero - how she had pulled me out of the way and had nearly been crushed, too. I tried to be convincing. Jessica, Mike, Eric, and everyone else always commented that they hadn't even seen her there till the van was pulled away.
I wondered to myself why no one else had seen her standing so far away, before she was suddenly, impossibly saving my life. With chagrin, I realized the probable cause - no one else was as aware of Elisabeth as I always was. No one else watched her the way I did. How pitiful. (She thinks she's so special, EVERYONE watches them. Like I'm so annoyed omg)
Elisabeth was never surrounded by crowds of curious bystanders eager for her firsthand account. People avoided her as usual. The Cullens and the Hales sat at the same table as always, not eating, talking only among themselves. None of them, especially Elisabeth, glanced my way anymore.
When she sat next to me in class, as far from me as the table would allow, she seemed totally unaware of my presence. Only now and then, when her fists would suddenly ball up - skin stretched even whiter over the bones - did I wonder if she wasn't quite as oblivious as she appeared.
She wished she hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van - there was no other conclusion I could come to.
I wanted very much to talk to her, and the day after the accident I tried. The last time I'd seen her, outside the ER, we'd both been so furious. I still was angry that she wouldn't trust me with the truth, even though I was keeping my part of the bargain flawlessly. But she had in fact saved my life, no matter how she'd done it. And, overnight, the heat of my anger faded into awed gratitude.
She was already seated when I got to Biology, looking straight ahead. I sat down, expecting her to turn toward me. She showed no sign that he realized I was there.
"Hello, Elisabeth," I said pleasantly, to show her I was going to behave myself. (loool)
She turned her head a fraction toward me without meeting my gaze, nodded once, and then looked the other way.
And that was the last contact I'd had with her, though she was there, a foot away from me, every day. I watched her sometimes, unable to stop myself- from a distance, though, in the cafeteria or parking lot. I watched as her golden eyes grew perceptibly darker day by day. But in class I gave no more notice that she existed than she showed toward me. I was miserable. And the dreams continued.
Despite my outright lies, the tenor of my e-mails alerted Renee to my depression, and she called a few times, worried. I tried to convince her it was just the weather that had me down.
Mike was annoyingly pleased by the obvious coolness between me and my lab partner. I could see he'd been worried that Elisabeth's daring rescue might have impressed me, and he was relieved that it seemed to have the opposite effect. He grew more confident, sitting on the edge of my table to talk before Biology class started, ignoring Elisabeth as completely as she ignored us.
The snow washed away for good after that one dangerously icy day. Mike was disappointed he'd never gotten to stage his snowball fight, but pleased that the beach trip would soon be possible. The rain continued heavily, though, and the weeks passed.
Jessica made me aware of another event looming on the horizon - she called the first Tuesday of March to ask my permission to invite Mike to the girls' choice spring dance in two weeks.
"Are you sure you don't mind... you weren't planning to ask him?" She persisted when I told her I didn't mind in the least.
"No, Jess, I'm not going, and boys aren't my forte anyway." I assured her.
"It'll be really fun." Her attempt to convince me was halfhearted. I suspected that Jessica enjoyed my inexplicable popularity more than my actual company.
"You have fun with Mike," I encouraged.
The next day, I was surprised that Jessica wasn't her usual gushing self in Trig and Spanish. She was silent as she walked by my side between classes, and I was afraid to ask her why. If Mike had turned her down, I was the last person she would want to tell.
My fears were strengthened during lunch when Jessica sat as far from Mike as possible, chatting animatedly with Eric. Mike was unusually quiet.
Mike was relatively quiet as he walked me to class, the determined look on his face a bad sign. But he didn't broach the subject until I was in my seat and he was perched on my desk. As always, I was electrically aware of Elisabeth sitting close enough to touch, as distant as if she were merely an invention of my imagination.
"So," Mike said, looking at the floor, "Jessica asked me to the spring dance."
"That's great." I made my voice bright and enthusiastic. "You'll have a lot of fun with Jessica."
"Well..." He huffed as he examined my smile, clearly not happy with my response. "I told her I had to think about it."
"Why would you do that?" I let disapproval color my tone, though I was relieved he hadn't given her an absolute no.
His brows knitted as he looked me up and down.
"I figured you were gonna ask me."
I paused for a moment, hating the wave of guilt that swept through me. But I saw, from the corner of my eye, Elisabeth's head tilt reflexively in my direction.
"Mike, tell her yes," I said.
"Did you already ask someone?" Did Elisabeth notice how Mike's eyes flickered in her direction?
"No," I said flatly. "I'm not going to the dance at all."
"Why not?" Mike demanded.
"I'm going to Seattle that Saturday." I said trying to sound far away.
"Can't you go some other weekend?"
"No, and I wouldn't even if I could." I said solidly. "So you shouldn't make Jess wait any longer - it's rude."
"Yeah, you're right," he mumbled, and turned, dejected, to walk back to his seat. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to push the annoyance out of my head. Mr. Banner began talking. I sighed and opened my eyes.
And Elisabeth was staring at me curiously, that same, familiar edge of frustration even more distinct now in her black eyes.
I stared back, surprised, expecting her to look quickly away. But instead she continued to gaze with probing intensity into my eyes. There was no question of me looking away. My hands started to shake.
"Mrs. Cullen?" the teacher called, seeking the answer to a question that I hadn't heard.
"The Krebs Cycle," Elisabeth answered, seeming reluctant as she turned to look at Mr. Banner.
I looked down at my book as soon as her eyes released me, trying to find my place. Cowardly as ever, I shifted my hair over my right shoulder to hide my face. I couldn't believe the rush of emotion pulsing through me - just because she'd happened to look at me for the first time in a half-dozen week. I couldn't allow her to have this level of influence over me. It was pathetic. More than pathetic, it was unhealthy.
I tried very hard not to be aware of her for the rest of the hour, and, since that was impossible, at least not to let her know that I was aware of her. When the bell rang at last, I turned my back to her to gather my things, expecting her to leave immediately as usual.
"Bella?" Her voice shouldn't have been so familiar to me, as if I'd known the sound of it all my life rather than for just a few short weeks.
I turned slowly, unwillingly. I didn't want to feel what I knew I would feel when I looked at her too-perfect face. My expression was wary when I finally turned to her; her expression was unreadable. She didn't say anything.
"What? Are you speaking to me again?" I finally asked, an unintentional note of petulance in my voice.
Her lips twitched, fighting a smile. "No, not really," she admitted. (ok? lmfao)
I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly through my nose, aware that I was gritting my teeth. She waited.
"Then what do you want, Elisabeth?" I asked, keeping my eyes closed; it was easier to talk to her coherently that way.
"I'm sorry." She sounded sincere. "I'm being very rude, I know. But it's better this way, really."
I opened my eyes. Her face was very serious.
"I don't know what you mean," I said, my voice guarded.
"It's better if we're not friends," she explained. "Trust me." (If someone tells you that you're better off without them, believe it x)
My eyes narrowed. I'd heard that before. The sting panged through my body all the way to my feet at the memory of the last time I'd heard it.
"It's too bad you didn't figure that out earlier," I hissed through my teeth. "You could have saved yourself all this regret."
"Regret?" The word, and my tone, obviously caught her off guard. "Regret for what?"
"For not just letting that stupid van squish me."
She was astonished. She stared at me in disbelief.
When she finally spoke, she almost sounded mad. "You think I regret saving your life?"
"I know you do," I snapped.
"You don't know anything." She was definitely mad. (This is the stupidest conversation I've ever heard)
I turned my head sharply away from her, clenching my jaw against all the wild accusations I wanted to hurl at her. I gathered my books together, then stood and walked to the door. I meant to sweep dramatically out of the room, but of course I caught the toe of my boot on the door jamb and dropped my books. I stood there for a moment, thinking about leaving them. Then I sighed and bent to pick them up. She was there; she'd already stacked them into a pile. She handed them to me, her face hard.
"Thank you," I said icily.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You're welcome," she retorted.
I straightened up swiftly, turned away from her again, and stalked off to the gym without looking back.
Gym was brutal. We'd moved on to basketball. My team never passed me the ball, so that was good, but I fell down a lot. Sometimes I took people with me. Today I was worse than usual because my head was so filled with Elisabeth. I tried to concentrate on my feet, but she kept creeping back into my thoughts just when I really needed my balance.
It was a relief, as always, to leave. I almost ran to the truck; there were just so many people I wanted to avoid. The truck had suffered only minimal damage in the accident. I'd had to replace the taillights, and if I'd had a real paint job, I would have touched that up. Tyler's parents had to sell their van for parts.
I almost had a stroke when I rounded the corner and saw a tall, dark figure leaning against the side of my truck. Then I realized it was just Eric. I started walking again.
"Hey, Eric," I called.
"Hi, Bella."
"What's up?" I said as I was unlocking the door. I wasn't paying attention to the uncomfortable edge in his voice, so his next words took me by surprise.
"Uh, I was just wondering... if you would go to the spring dance with me?" His voice broke on the last word.
"I thought it was girls' choice," I said, too startled to be diplomatic.
"Well, yeah," he admitted, shamefaced.
I recovered my composure and turned my mouth into a hard line." I'm going to be in Seattle that weekend."
"Oh," he said. "Well, maybe next time."
"Right" I agreed sarcastically, and then bit my lip as he smiled in return to my response. Boys aren't very good at reading social cues or tones, I prayed it translated.
He slouched off, back toward the school. I heard a low chuckle.
Elisabeth was walking past the front of my truck, looking straight forward, her lips pressed together. I yanked the door open and jumped inside, slamming it loudly behind me. I revved the engine deafeningly and reversed out into the aisle. Elisabeth was in her car already, two spaces down, sliding out smoothly in front of me, cutting me off. She stopped there - to wait for her family; I could see the four of them walking this way, but still by the cafeteria. I considered taking out the rear of her shiny Volvo, but there were too many witnesses. I looked in my rear view mirror. A line was beginning to form. Directly behind me, Tyler Crowley was in his recently acquired used Sentra, waving. I was too aggravated to acknowledge him.
While I was sitting there, looking everywhere but at the car in front of me, I heard a knock on my passenger side window. I looked over; it was Tyler. I glanced back in my rear view mirror, confused. His car was still running, the door left open. I leaned across the cab to crank the window down. It was stiff. I got it halfway down, then gave up.
"I'm sorry, Tyler, I'm stuck behind Cullen." I was annoyed - obviously the holdup wasn't my fault.
"Oh, I know - I just wanted to ask you something while we're trapped here." He grinned.
This could not be happening.
"Will you ask me to the spring dance?" he continued.
"I'm gay, Tyler." My voice sounded sharp. Mike and Eric had already used up my quota of patience for the day.
"Yeah, Mike said that," he admitted.
"Then why the fu -"
He shrugged. "I was hoping you were just letting him down easy."
Okay, it was completely his fault.
"If you knew I liked girls why would you ask?" I was fuming.
"Have you ever been with a guy?" I stared in disgust, contemplating violence
"That's cool. We still have prom." He said trying to sound cool and oblivious to my blow.
And before I could respond, he was walking back to his car. I could feel the shock on my face. I looked forward to seeing Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper all sliding into the Volvo. In his rear view mirror, Elisabeth's eyes were on me. She was unquestionably shaking with laughter, as if she'd heard every word Tyler had said. My foot itched toward the gas pedal... one little bump wouldn't hurt any of them, just that glossy silver paint job. I revved the engine.
But they were all in, and Elisabeth was speeding away. I drove the long way home as slowly as possible, carefully, muttering to myself the whole way.
When I got home, I decided to make chicken enchiladas for dinner. It was a long process, and it would keep me busy. While I was simmering the onions and chilies, the phone rang. I didn't want to answer it, but it might be Charlie or my mom.
It was Jessica, and she was jubilant; Mike had caught her after school to accept her invitation. I celebrated with her briefly while I stirred. She had to go, she wanted to call Angela and Lauren to tell them. I suggested - with casual innocence - that maybe Angela, the shy girl who had Biology with me, could ask Eric. And Lauren, a standoffish girl who had always ignored me at the lunch table, could ask Tyler; I'd heard he was still available. Jess thought that was a great idea. Now that she was sure of Mike, she actually sounded sincere when she said she wished I would go to the dance. I reminded her of what I'd said and gave my Seattle excuse simultaneously.
After I hung up, I tried to concentrate on dinner - dicing the chicken especially; I didn't want to take another trip to the emergency room. But my head was spinning, trying to analyze every word Elisabeth had spoken today. What did she mean, it was better if we weren't friends? (She should have stopped reading into it and never thought of it again, would have saved us all a few books)
My stomach twisted as I realized what she must have meant. She must see how absorbed I was by her; she must not want to lead me on... so we couldn't even be friends... because she wasn't interested in me at all. I knew it was reaching to think the only other lesbian in town would also happen to be someone like her.
Of course, she wasn't interested in me, I thought angrily, my eyes stinging - a delayed reaction to the onions. I wasn't interesting. And she was. Interesting... and brilliant... and mysterious... and perfect... and beautiful... and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.
Well, that was fine. I could leave her alone. I would leave her alone. I would get through my self-imposed sentence here in purgatory, and then hopefully some school in the Southwest, or possibly Hawaii, would offer me a scholarship. I focused my thoughts on sunny beaches and palm trees as I finished the enchiladas and put them in the oven.
Charlie seemed suspicious when he came home and smelled the green peppers. I couldn't blame him - the closest edible Mexican food was probably in southern California. But he was a cop, even if just a small-town cop, so he was brave enough to take the first bite. He seemed to like it. It was fun to watch as he slowly began trusting me in the kitchen.
"Hey, Dad" I asked when he was almost done.
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Seattle for the day a week from Saturday. I didn't want to ask permission - it set a bad precedent. (ForgivenessPermission)
"Why?" He sounded surprised, as if he were unable to imagine something that Forks couldn't offer.
"Well, I wanted to get few books - the library here is pretty limited - and maybe look at some clothes." I had more money than I was used to having, since, thanks to Charlie, I hadn't had to pay for a car. Not that the truck didn't cost me quite a bit in the gas department.
"That truck probably doesn't get very good gas mileage," he said, echoing my thoughts.
"I know, I'll stop in Montesano and Olympia - and Tacoma if I have to."
"Are you going all by yourself?" he asked, and I couldn't tell if he was suspicious I had a secret or just worried about car trouble.
"Yes."
"Seattle is a big city - you could get lost," he fretted.
"Dad, Phoenix is five times the size of Seattle - and I can read a map, don't worry about it."
"Do you want me to come with you?"
I tried to be crafty as I hid my horror.
"That's all right, Dad, I'll probably just be in dressing rooms all day - very boring."
"Oh, okay." The thought of sitting in women's clothing stores for any period of time immediately put him off.
"Thanks." I smiled at him.
"Will you be back in time for the dance?"
Grrr. Only in a town this small would a father know when the high school dances were.
"No - I don't dance, Dad." He, of all people, should understand that - I didn't get my balance problems from my mother.
He did understand. "Oh, that's right," he realized.
The next morning, when I pulled into the parking lot, I deliberately parked as far as possible from the silver Volvo. I didn't want to put myself in the path of too much temptation and end up owing her a new car. Getting out of the cab, I fumbled with my key and it fell into a puddle at my feet. As I bent to get it, a white hand flashed out and grabbed it before I could. I jerked upright. Elisabeth was right next to me, leaning casually against my truck.
"How do you do that?" I asked in amazed irritation.
"Do what?" She held my key out as she spoke. As I reached for it, she dropped it into my palm. (You said to stay away and yet here you are)
"Appear out of thin air."
"Bella, it's not my fault if you are exceptionally unobservant." Her voice was quiet as usual - velvet, muted.
I scowled at that perfect face. Her eyes were light again today, a deep, golden honey color. Then I had to look down, to reassemble my now-tangled thoughts.
"Why the traffic jam last night?" I demanded, still looking away. "I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don't exist, not irritating me to death."
"That was for Tyler's sake, not mine. I had to give him a chance." She snickered.
"You..." I gasped. I couldn't think of a bad enough word. It felt like the heat of my anger should physically burn her, but she only seemed more amused.
"And I'm not pretending you don't exist," she continued. (Make it make sense)
"So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tyler's van didn't do the job?" (Lolll)
Anger flashed in her tawny eyes. Her lips pressed into a hard line, all signs of humor gone.
"Bella, you are utterly absurd," she said, voice cold.
My palms tingled - I wanted so badly to hit something. I was surprised at myself. I was usually a nonviolent person. I turned my back and started to walk away.
"Wait," she called. I kept walking, sloshing angrily through the rain. But she was next to me, easily keeping pace.
"I'm sorry, that was rude," she said as we walked. I ignored her. "I'm not saying it isn't true," she continued, "but it was rude to say it, anyway."
"Why won't you leave me alone?" I grumbled.
"I wanted to ask you something, but you sidetracked me," she laughed. She seemed to have recovered her good humor.
"Do you have a multiple personality disorder?" I asked severely. (Honestly)
"You're doing it again."
I sighed. "Fine then. What do you want to ask?"
"I was wondering if, a week from Saturday - you know, the day of the spring dance -"
"Are you trying to be funny?" I interrupted her, a swelling balloon of liquid surprise burst and splattered inside me, radiating from my chest. My face got drenched as I looked up at her expression.
Her eyes were wickedly amused. "Will you please allow me to finish?"
I bit my lip and clasped my hands together, interlocking my fingers, so I couldn't do anything rash.
"I heard you say you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if you wanted a ride."
That was unexpected.
"What?" I wasn't sure what she was getting at.
"Do you want a ride to Seattle?"
"With who." I asked, mystified.
"Myself, obviously." She enunciated every syllable, as if she were talking to someone mentally handicapped. (Oh she is)
I was still stunned. "Why?"
"Well, I was planning to go to Seattle in the next few weeks, and, to be honest, I'm not sure if your truck can make it."
"My truck works just fine, thank you very much for your concern." I started to walk again, but I was too further surprised to maintain the same level of anger.
"But can your truck make it there on one tank of gas?" She matched my pace again.
"I don't see how that is any of your business." Stupid, shiny Volvo owner.
"The wasting of finite resources is everyone's business."
"Honestly, Elisabeth." I felt a thrill go through me as I said that name, and I hated it. "I can't keep up with you. I thought you didn't want to be my friend."
"I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be."
"Oh, thanks, now that's all cleared up." I realized I had stopped walking again. We were under the shelter of the cafeteria roof now, so I could more easily look at her face. Which certainly didn't help my clarity of thought.
"It would be more... prudent for you not to be my friend," she explained. "But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella."
Her eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence, voice smoldering. I couldn't remember how to breathe.
"Will you go with me to Seattle?" she asked, still intense.
I couldn't speak yet, so I just nodded.
She smiled briefly, and then her face became serious.
"You really should stay away from me," she warned. "I'll see you in class." (Omfg that's so annoying, I'd get a restraining order)
She turned abruptly and walked back the way we'd come.