I looked down at the materials Mr. Banner had given us. There was a scalpel, along with a raw chicken wing that smelled of bleach and a paper that showed the different parts to identify the muscles of the chicken wing. Mr. Banner began to explain the lab.
"Today, you all will be opening up a chicken wing to observe the muscles used in everyday activity. Using the guide, you will identify each muscle, and attempt to move it to create the chicken wing to move. All right, everyone grab a pair of goggles and an apron. Oh, and by the way. Sometimes there's a bit of blood that remains." I looked at the chicken wing. Great. I got to see a bit of blood in Biology. Even seeing it on TV made me nauseous. This along with the strong scent of the bleach was not going to help me at all. I lay my head on the desk for a second, trying to fend off the feelings that were already coming. Everyone else had rushed off to get supplies, besides Edward and I.
"Bella?" he asked in a somewhat worried tone. "Are you okay? You're green." Immediately, Mr. Banner came over.
"What's going on, Bella? Are you alright?" He looked down at me, fretting as my skin grew greener each second.
"Um… I don't do well with blood…or smells that overwhelm me…" I shook my head, unable to finish my sentence properly. I took my head off of the table, hoping to overcome the feeling I had just experienced. I was suddenly very dizzy. "I'll try though," I said, swaying a bit. Mr. Banner shook his head.
"Bella, after the erm…episode that happened yesterday, maybe you should go to the nurse, especially if you're reacting like this. Edward, would you mind taking her?" Edward nodded, and helped me up. I slumped as I tried to walk. I couldn't believe that I felt this way from a chicken wing and bleach. I really hoped that it did just have to do with me collapsing yesterday; otherwise this was going to get old very fast, especially if I made dinner and did laundry at the same time.
As we made it out into the hallway, I tried to walk straight, but kept slipping, and falling. Edward sighed, and scooped me up into his arms without warning.
"Hey!" I said indignantly. "I'm not a porcelain doll! I'm just… not feeling the best currently, that doesn't mean I can't walk!" Edward looked down at me.
"Bella, after yesterday, I'm quite surprised you're even in school. I thought I told you to rest?" I glared up at him. He sighed. "Anyway, you probably could have avoided Newton too if you had stayed home. He was glaring daggers as me as it was when I helped you out." I groaned.
"I swear, he needs to keep his distance from me. He is not my type in the SLIGHTEST. And anyway, he's totally oblivious to the fact that Jess likes him." Edward looked down at me again as I said this.
"I can imagine that he's not your type. However, what is your type?" He asked, while my face turned from green to red. Great. I was a Christmas tree now. Lovely.
"Um well…not him?" Edward threw his head back and laughed.
"Well that's obvious. Come on, let's get you to the nurse, before Newton comes running down the halls to challenge me to a duel."
"Agreed." I said. Edward brought me into the Nurse's office, and while she fluttered around the room, until she brought me and Edward into a room with a cot I could lie on, Edward rolled his eyes. I smiled slightly. She was overly excited at my appearance because I just looked awful. I was sure that most of it was from yesterday, like Edward and Mr. Banner had said. When she asked Edward if he should return to class, all he said was,
"I was told to stay with her." She nodded quickly, bit her lip and then left to attend to other students. Edward and I stayed the entire period, and we talked lightly, and at the end of the period, I groaned.
"What is it?" He asked, curious with that bit of concern that never seemed to fully leave.
"I have Gym next period. With Newton." His eyebrows lifted.
"Oh. I see. Say, are you feeling quite well enough to even go in Gym?" he said, winking at me. I caught on fast. "Should I tell the nurse that I'll take you home, so you can get proper rest?" I smiled.
"I would appreciate it so much if you did." He threw another wink at me, and opened the door and went to the nurse's desk. I could hear him talking to her.
"Miss? Bella says she doesn't feel strong enough to go to Gym. I was wondering if I could bring her back to her house? I don't think she's in a good enough condition to drive herself back."
"Oh Mr. Cullen, that would be fine! I'll just notify both of your teachers."
"Thank you ever so much." He said, a hint of smugness in his voice. He came back into the room, and helped me up. He picked me up in his arms again.
"I think I can walk." I hissed. He ignored me. As we walked out, the nurse waved frantically to me.
"Feel better Miss Swan!" I nodded my head weakly. Edward stifled a laugh, but I still felt his shoulders shake. As we got out to the parking lot, and we were at my truck, he put me down.
"Well, thanks Edward. I guess I'm going home now." I started towards the driver's seat; he put a hand on my shoulder and spun me around.
"What do you think you're doing??" He said angrily, his eyes drilling into mine. "I said I was driving you home. You are not in any condition that could possibly handle driving at the moment." I rolled my eyes. "Bella, get in the passenger seat." I glared, and weighed my options. He was stronger than me, faster than me, and as stubborn as me. I wasn't going to win. I sighed.
"Fine." We got in and he started driving, and my CD player immediately started playing the CD it had inside. It was Clair De Lune. Edward looked a bit surprised.
"Debussy?" I nodded. "Lovely piece of music. It's one of my favorites." I looked up at him, surprised.
"It's one of mine too..." We arrived at my house soon enough, but without me giving directions. "How did you know where I lived…?" I asked, suspiciously. The last thing I needed was to be driven home by a stalker.
"It's a small town. And after yesterday, I was able to see your address from Carlisle's papers." He smirked. "Any more questions, Nancy Drew?" I glared up at him.
"No. I'm supposing you're going back to school and having someone return my car?" He frowned.
"Actually, after school, my family and I have to go away as soon as it ends, but I can pick you up tomorrow instead." I groaned. That would be just great. If Charlie didn't kill him first.
"I think I'll walk…" I said, preferring to walk rather than get a ride in Charlie's cruiser.
"Nonsense. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. Now, you really should get some rest." He said, and I got out grudgingly.
"Thanks…" I said, and walked towards the house as he turned the truck around and went back to the school. I wasn't particularly worried about anyone stealing the truck, since it was such an old monster, but I wasn't looking forward to the ride tomorrow with Edward. I sighed and got in the house and shut the door behind me. I got an early start on dinner, marinating some chicken, and then quickly went upstairs and replied to my mother's email.
As I finished using the ancient computer, I saw I had one message on my phone's answering machine. Curious, I clicked the button to make the message play.
'Hey Bells. Just me, Jake. Was just checking up to see how you were doing, and if you wanted to do anything Friday? I know we were going to have your party that day, but I thought it might be more fun if we saved that for Saturday…anyways…call me back…bye. Give my love to Charlie, Jake.' I stood by the phone, smiling. Maybe I could go to the dance with Jake…that would make it more fun at least. I immediately called him back. He was jubilant to hear from me this early, although his school got out an hour earlier than mine.
"Bells! So, what did you think? What should we do on Friday? The choice is yours, m'lady." I giggled. He was so goofy at times.
"Well, I'm being forced to go to this semi-formal dance at my school. Want to come? I think you could get away with a white shirt and black pants…" I heard a doorbell ring in the background.
"Of all times for them to come…Of course Bells! Can you give me the details later though? Quil and Embry just arrived, and they'll completely roast me if they hear me talking to you. I swear, those two are more gossipy than a bunch of old women!" I laughed.
"Sure thing Jake. We'll talk later." I smiled
"Thanks Bells. Love you, talk to you later." He hung up the phone, and I stood with the phone in my hand dumbfounded. He…loved me?