A/N: Here is chapter 19 - Remember I speak Spanish, so I'm sorry for the mistakes this might have. PLEASE COMMENT BACK!!!!! And hope you like it!
Chapter 19
I was nervous. Seriously nervous. My tongue was already aching for the pressure I was applying to it with my teeth. It was already six o'clock and I was still with my towel on, not dressed, and having another heart attack for the anxiety as I lay on my bed.
I breathed deeply and stared to the ceiling, trying to calm myself down. I didn't know why I was this nervous, I'd already had a date with Jasper… but something felt odd, weird. Something I didn't understand and maybe I didn't want to, either.
It wasn't anything to do with him, it was all in me. I was feeling strange. So I did something that would always calm me down - as I couldn't have Edward's smell with me right now… I at least could have his voice.
The tone sounded twice before someone answered.
"Hello?" A male voice said from the other side of the line.
"Oh, hi Carlisle! It's Bella." I smiled, Carlisle wasn't at home so much; the hospital took most of his time. But I'd always liked Carlisle… he had a compassion I'd never seen in anybody else. And that amazed me.
"Bella, how are you? Are you missing Edward already?" I heard him laugh.
I sighed back. "Yep, am I that pathetic?"
"No, no. I understand you; my son has something special… I don't quite know what it is, but he has it… he has a good heart." Carlisle voice sounded so proud when he talked about his son, that it just made me smile even more.
"He truly does…" I agreed.
"Well, Bella. I'll go look for him, I think he was having a shower but maybe he is ready. I'll go see, wait a minute. And give my regards to Charlie, please."
"I will, thanks Carlisle!" And with that I heard the steps sounding up the stairs.
The impatience invaded my body again, and my teeth found one more time my poor tongue. Minutes later someone took the phone from the other side.
"Hey Bell, what's up?" My best friend asked. His voice agitated.
"I'm nervous." I choked, chewing my tongue one more time.
I heard him sigh from the other side of the line. "Don't be, everything is going to be fine… You are gonna spend a nice time." His voice came different towards the end, harder.
"You think?"
His answer delayed longer than necessary. "I do, just relax…" Then he laughed.
"What?" I asked, intrigued. The corner of my lips arching involuntarily as I heard his contagious laugh.
"Nothing, I was just remembering…"
"WHAT?!"
"The first time we saw each other when we were seven, you remember?"
How couldn't I? A half hearted smile decorated my suddenly seven-year-old face. "Of course I do…"
"I'll really never forget your nervous face as I lent you my rubber." His voice came childish too, as if we were suddenly recreating the scene.
I laughed, remembering myself. "You know I never gave it back to you, don't you? I still have it."
"I knew it! I knew any mountain lion could have eaten it!" He sighed deeply.
"I can't believe I told you that, seriously." I shook my head in disbelief.
"It was funny, at least." He sighed.
*FLASHBACK:
"I DON'T WANT TO GO!" I yelled to my dad as he was pulling me inside this ugly school. My arms were one in each wall of the entrance, making strain so he couldn't achieve it.
"Please, Isabella. Don't make it harder, you have to!" My dad was sad these days… I was too. I missed my mommy so much that I every night would sing a song to her picture and then fall asleep, crying… Thinking about her smell.
"I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to!" I was shouting from the top of my lungs, everyone started staring at me with surprise. I had pretty strong lungs.
"Do you need help, Charlie?" A male voice said behind us. My eyes found him and then three children. One was really short but she seemed to have strength. Something pulled me towards her… Then there was a big boy, he had this funny face, his lips curled in a smile. But there were one pair of eyes that instantly made me stare. He was the one that seemed more normal, his hair a blond – golden color. His eyes emerald green. He was staring back at me, so much, that it gave a hideous color to my cheeks.
My dad answered then. "Oh, hi Carlisle! I don't know what to do, she won't go inside!" My dad said defeated. Ha, I was winning!
"Would you let me talk to her, please?" The man, Carlisle, asked my dad back. His voice had something hypnotizing.
"Sure, but I don't think it would do anything…" Then he came closer to Carlisle and whispered. "She has just lost her mother recently; I think is kind of a stage…"
I tried to do as if I hadn't heard anything. I hated when everyone said I had lost my mom. I HAVEN'T LOST HER, SHE IS IN HEAVEN!!!
Carlisle nodded to my dad and then came slowly to my side and bended down to reach my face. "You don't want to come in, do you?"
I shook my head with determination.
"I see…" He nodded. "I went to a new school when I was your age, and I was scared of how would it be and also, I kind of missed my previous school…"
I tried to pout but I somehow wanted him to finish the story, so I widened my eyes to see if he would continue.
"But as I was fighting for not going in, with my father, at the same time I was thinking how bored would I be alone, without anything to do, if I stayed in my house. So I entered this school, and went to my classroom… I thought anybody would ever talk to me, but there was this very first girl called Esme that smiled at me and asked me what my favorite game was. And there she became my best friend…"
I was so focused on the story that I forgot about the walls at my side and now I was completely defenseless.
"Do you want to go and see if you enjoy it?" The man smiled a nice smile. And I nodded timidly.
I entered to my classroom and noticed that the emerald green eyes' boy entered it too after me. He sat in a desk and stared at me. I was too nervous and thought I was about to cry when the teacher introduced me to the other children. Luckily she told me to go and sit on a desk… the one behind the emerald green eyes' boy one.
"Class, let's open our notebooks and write the date." The teacher said sweetly and wrote the date herself in a big whiteboard. I took my notebook and my red pencil in a rush.
"TODY IS---"
"You ate the A," I heard someone laugh.
I lifted up my eyes, to see those emerald green ones staring back. And then the red flew to my cheeks and my legs shook. I was too nervous. "Wh-what?"
"You wrote 'tody' and it is 'today'." He smiled again.
He was right. But I didn't have a rubber, I hated those. So there wasn't anything I could do. I only stared at my notebook with embarrassment.
"Do you need this?" I heard him said again and then saw a hand with a Power Rangers' rubber appear behind my eyes. Hmm, this one wasn't that horrible. I liked the Power Rangers in it.
"Thank you," I mumbled and took it.
"You are welcome. I'm Edward. What is your name?" He smiled again – there was something that made me stare at that smile it was… pretty.
"Isabella," I mumbled.
"Ew, your name is ugly!" He laughed. I blushed again and now I was angry.
"It is not!" But I knew he was right. It was worse than broccoli.
"Yes it is! Don't you like more, hmm…" He put one finger on his lips as he thought. "Bella?"
"Bella?" I asked, surprised. It sounded much better. He nodded impatiently. "I do, thanks."
He smiled that smile again. "Do you want to be my friend?"
"Only if I can tell you Edwin," I laughed. He laughed back, and then the teacher asked for quite.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
"So, you ready?" Edward asked in a hard voice bringing me back to reality.
"Not really, I'm still in my towel…" I mumbled back a bit ashamed.
He sighed, defeated. "Bella, Bella… you'll never change, won't you?"
"I didn't know I had to in first place!"
I heard him chuckle. "You don't. I prohibit you that you ever change, you can't."
I smiled to my inside. "I sure have some thing I need to change…"
"Yeah, like the fact that you are reading Romeo and Juliet for what… the 20th time?"
"The 17th…" I mumbled under my breathe. I loud guffaw from the other side of the line made me jump.
"You are unbelievable." He complained, sighing. "Oh, I almost forget, my dad told me today that someone in the hospital was commenting about his son being involve in a romantic relationship with the Sheriff's daughter."
And there I almost choked again. "A-are you serious?"
"More than I've ever been." His voice was too serious, no way was he lying. And I was at the edge of the heart attack again. Jacob Black was fast.
"Oh my God, what are we gonna do?" I asked, putting one hand to my mouth.
"For now just pray that nobody else has found out." He sighed and then a high-pitched voice invaded the Cullens' place.
"Alice!" Edward complained.
"Give me the phone, Edward. GIVE ME THE PHONE!" I heard them arguing, and then Edward sighed from the other side, annoyed.
"Bye Bell, talk to you later. Just stay calm, 'kay? And… Be careful. For me."
"I will, Eddie. Hate you!" I smiled.
"L--"
"Come on, Edward! I need to talk to her now!" I heard Alice complaining again, her voice impatient. I just could picture her with her arms going up and down at her sides.
"You can be really annoying some times, you now?" Edward answered to her. "I'll give the phone to Alice she's too thrill to tell you---- okay, okay. Love you too, Bell! Jeez…"
I could picture him shaking his head and sighing heavily. Alice could be an annoying pixie when she wanted. What I didn't know is what she would want to tell me.
"Bella, Bella, Bella!" Alice sang, too excited to just talk.
"Alice, talk to me, what is it?!" Her anxious was reaching me.
"Guess what?" She sang was again.
"Umm, what?"
"Guess!"
I sighed loudly and the nervousness invaded my system one more time. I didn't have more time to get ready. And Alice was making it difficult.
"I don't know Alice! Please tell me now I need to get ready!"
"YOU ARE STILL NOT READY?!" I needed to move the phone away from my ear for the shout she made.
"No, Alice, I'm not! I was freaking out that's why I called your brother. And the sooner you tell me everything, the sooner I hang up and get ready. So, shoot!"
She sighed and I could see her with her index and her thumb placed on her nose – trying to remain calm. "Alright… I'm too thrilled to be upset so, I'll let that fact apart and just JUMP!" She laughed. "Well, it's a saying… you know."
Okay this girl was seriously going loca. "Alice, are you alright? Sure you don't want help?"
She sighed again. "Shut up, Bella! Just LISTEN!"
Alright, was she kidding me? The only thing I was doing was L-I-S-T-E-N-I-N-G!
I took a deep breathe and waited for her to continue – it was sure better than discussing the listening/not-listening thing.
"Guess who asked me out?" She sang.
And my heart stopped there. It was just too obvious. "No, no, no, no, no!"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!"
"Oh my God, Alice! Alec? I can't believe it! Alec asked you?!" I was jumping up and down on my own room; letting all the adrenaline she was sure having right now, rush through my own veins. I was so happy for Alice… she had loved that kid since FOREVER! He was only one year older than her, but for her, he was a god.
"Yes, Alec! The most beautiful, funniest, sweetest boy in this entire earth has asked me to go out with him to eat at Aro's Pizzas tomorrow night!" I could hear all the excitement in her voice, her heart beating in impossible speed, her legs shaking, her hands sweating. I almost could see the smile of the first love decorating her young and naïve face.
"That is so awesome, Alice. I feel so happy for you. I've always told you this boy would go out with you if he knew what was good for him!" I laughed. "So, how happened?"
She sighed in a romantic way. "Well, I went to see Tanya in the lake and there he was… just a few feet from us. He reached us and smiled. You don't imagine how sweet his smile is, Bella! It's like… if angels were dancing all around. It's beautiful!" She was so happy, so thrill that I just wanted to be with her in this moment, hug her tightly.
"So then we talked, well- he talked, I listened and giggled as if I was a moron! And then he had to go… And now, like fifteen minutes ago he sent me a message and asked me!" She finished with only a yarn of voice. And I waited for her a little bit so she could breathe again.
"That is so nice, Alice. I'm going there tomorrow night, if you need any help with anything---"
"You know you can't help me with my outfit, don't you?" She said skeptically.
"Alice Cullen the Queen of Fashion!" I teased with a cheerleading voice.
"Exactly," She said petulantly and laughed. "But I'll be waiting for you, anyway! Now get that nice butt of yours to the closet and take out that beautiful emerald green dress you have and you've never wore!"
Jeez, she sometimes crept me out. She knew my closet more than I'd ever do.
"Thanks," I mumbled. But something made me curious. "Hey, how did Edward react?"
She sighed deeply. "Like you think he would have reacted! He almost ate me when I told him, but then, with my mom's help he calmed down a little bit… Hopefully he'll stay quite when Alec comes look for me…"
Of course he would react in that way. It was so him to be like that. "Don't worry, if he doesn't, I'll make him." I grinned mischievously; I'd always liked that kind of challenges involving Edward.
"I hope that!" She laughed. "And… by the way, did you notice how weird my brother acted when he saw you in your bikini?"
Something in my stomach resounded. "What do you mean?" I almost whispered.
"Are you going to tell me you didn't notice?" Alice asked with her skeptical voice again.
I breathed deeply. "No,"
"You sure?"
"Yes,"
I could just picture her rolling her eyes. "Alright, Bella. You are clearly acting weirdly. Go change and enjoy your date with Jasper!" She cheered and without waiting for a reply she hung up the phone.
And here I was, again, with the heart attack approaching my young heart and my head spinning around. But now, not just because I was only thirty minutes away from my date and not ready at all… but also because something that Alice had just said left me wondering.
Was she right? Had he been acting weird? NO TIME FOR THAT!
With a jump, that almost made me meet the floor, I stood up from my bed and went to look for that 'oh, so fabulous' dress Alice recommended.
In twenty minutes I was dressed and ready.
"Dad, I should get going," I warned as I was walking down the stairs. Charlie was like always watching some match on the TV.
His eyebrows browsed when I talked, and then he smiled. "You look really nice, Bell."
"Thanks," I blushed and went to his side. "I'm really late…"
He sighed and incorporated in the sofa. "Yes, yes. Have a nice time and please be careful. Remember I'm the Sheriff here, don't you?" He teased pointing to the gun that was resting in a little table next to the door's entrance.
"Dad, please," I laughed. "I'm a big girl and besides, you knew him… he is really nice, don't you think?"
He stared deeply into my eyes for some seconds. "I'm not worried about him. But now, go, come on, you are going to be late. I want you here at midnight, okay? Go, go!"
I was already standing but again what he said at the end wondered in my head. 'I'm not worried about him,' So that meant he was worried about me? Why?
ALRIGHT! So I so needed to get away from this craziness. I almost stormed through the door and ran to my car. I turned it on in a rush and pulled the gas pedal to its max. The sound of my old truck behind the sunset was quite relaxing. I let the sound of the wheels in the road filled every inch of my brain, not wanting to think in anything but the car and the road.
The amazing white and red house appeared behind my eyes only minutes later. I slowly got out of the car and walked to the entrance. My heart already beating fast, my hands already sweating…
With shaky hands and rang the bell. And made my best to leave my tongue alone – I would be talking like a dork if I hurt it with my teeth.
I heard light steps approaching the door and then Jasper's smile. "Hi there, welcome." And then motioned for me to enter. "Come in."
"Hey, thanks." I blushed. I had to admit he was really handsome with a white and red striped shirt and blue jeans.
The house was really beautiful, even more than I had imagined. It was very bright and tidy. There were plenty of pictures of his family all over the place, but what could have caught my attention before was now a confirmation. In every four pictures of Rosalie there was one or none of her brother.
He took my hand with a soft movement and leaded me to an amazingly big kitchen. I giggled quietly at his touch and smiled.
"So," He said as he sat me on a long bench that faced the stove full of different pots. "I hope you are hungry because I'm making you a really big banquette. Tough critic." He smiled. "Beautiful critic."
