Sorry I couldn't update yesterday, I have a legitimate excuse, but sometimes I hate it when people make excuses. So I'm not going to either. Another scene that I remember from the movie used as a base in this chapter. Hehe. Oh, and Mike and Tyler kind of switch places on one aspect. Guess after you read. I feel evil after writing this chapter.

And I have a new story idea that I'm pretty sure no one has ever tried before. Once I'm done typing up this chapter, I'm going to see if anyone has used it, and I think it would be majorly-as my friend Shea would say-fun to use the idea. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I got the marshmallow bazooka back from Edward by the way...and he's kind of pissed. A little bit. Okay, a lot. I might have hit him with a cement block to get it back. And an inflatable duck named Roger. May the duck rest in peace.

"So, Bella...I was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance next Friday. You know, as my date?" Mike asked, oblivious to my obvious annoyance with the situation. Eric had asked me as soon as I had walked into first hour with Alice to go with him to the dance, and I had carefully declined, telling him I wasn't going, and if I was, it would be with Edward. Dancing was not a good idea for me, unless my partner happened to be an inhumanly graceful vampire.

Tyler had asked me during lunch, approaching my family's lunch table, taking the longer route in an attempt to avoid walking too close to any of my brothers. He worded his request much differently than I had expected, by saying, "Yo, Bella, you wanna come to the dance with me? I know it's a girls-ask-boys dance, but I figured it was worth a shot."

Tyler had actually been more truthful than Eric or Mike were. He knew he wasn't likely to get a yes for an answer, and he knew I should be asking him. Although his weak attempt at bravado hadn't gone unnoticed, I declined once again. Tyler had still had enough audacity to steal Edward's chair from underneath him as he passed by, yelling, "My girl!" and dashing away with the chair.

So now here I was, sitting next to Edward at our lab table with Mike leaning on the edge of it, making puppy dog eyes at me and pushing me into the same predicament I had already been in twice today. I wasn't sure if his motto was 'Ignorance is bliss," or he just chose to pretend that Edward and I holding hands right in front of him meant nothing.

Either way, I was starting to get angry.

"Mike, aren't the girls supposed to ask the boys?" I said, my unenthusiastic response doing nothing to dampen his eagerness.

"Yeah, but when there are regular dances, girls ask boys, don't they? So I should be able to ask you."

I sighed. "I'm not going to the dance. Didn't you hear already?"

"Well, yeah, from Eric and Tyler. But I was hoping you were letting them down easy."

"You could try asking Jessica. I've heard she likes you." I said, deciding I didn't need to explain that me dancing wouldn't end well for anybody.

"Maybe I will. Besides, there's always prom." he replied, winking and walking to his seat.

I didn't look to see how Edward was doing, because I didn't want to know, but I did squeeze his hand underneath the table as Mr. Banner started his lecture for the class.

I didn't understand the motives of any of the people who had asked me to the dance. Perhaps they wanted to claim the shiny new toy. Maybe they didn't like anyone in particular, and had decided that I was someone new to try. Or maybe, in Tyler's case at least, they had wanted to get to know me.

One date doesn't mean forever, I reminded myself. Although, I wouldn't know very well. I had never had a boyfriend before Edward, let alone a date or first kiss. And it felt like Edward was more than a boyfriend, although "destiny" and "soulmate" weren't exactly things used in casual conversation to describe your significant other.

The bell rang, the sharp buzz breaking me out of my thoughts. I stood to leave, gathering my books and following Edward out of the classroom.

We reached the house after only a few minutes, thanks to Edward's illegal driving, arriving just after everybody else. Carlisle was home early, and I could see his black car left in the driveway carelessly, as if something more important had come up than properly parking the car in the garage.

I watched Alice streak into the house, followed more slowly by Jasper. Edward rushed around the car to help me out of my seat, which I didn't need but gladly accepted. He looked tense. I didn't say anything, but he picked me up and ran to the house, running inside, where the T.V. was on a news channel.

The T.V. was never on. Here, it was only a prop. And I had never watched much, so I didn't use it. But it was on, and everybody was gathered in the living room tensely. Alice had her eyes glued to the screen, waiting for something.

Then the the woman on the screen said, "Damien Chace, abusive ex-foster father of Isabella Swan and ex-husband of Molly Fray, has escaped from jail."

I froze, as did everyone else in the room. The reporter continued, "Mr. Chace escaped sometime between 1:30 A.M. and 2 A.M. It is unknown if he was assisted in his escape, and how exactly the procedure was carried out. The following clip is from an anonymous source, and contains footage of his arrest."

The reporter's face disappeared, and was replaced by a video being taped across the street from Damien's house. There were two patrol cars parked in the gravel driveway, and one officer that I recognized as Nick was knocking on the door with a beefier officer behind him, his hand on his gun. The door opened, and a red-faced and extremely drunk Damien poked his head out.

He exchanged words with Nick, becoming more furious with every passing second. Nick motioned for him to step out of the house, and Damien tried to shut the door, but the second officer shoved his boot in the way. Grabbing Damien by the arm, he pulled him out of the house.

Damien tried to pull away, but in his drunken state, he wasn't as up-to-par as he would have liked to be in that situation. As the muscled officer pulled him towards one of the patrol cars, he began yelling, and we could see his mouth moving as some foul language was silenced by the news channel's techies.

"I'm going to get that...!" he yelled. "Do you hear me? I'm coming for you, you...!" The rest of his cries were silenced as he was stuffed inside the cruiser.

The video feed dissolved, showing the reporters face once again. "Any tips regarding the capture of Damien Chace would be highly appreciated, and can be called in to the hotline below." A phone number appeared at the bottom of the screen. Someone began reporting the weather for the rest of the week, but no one made a move to shut the television off.

I sat there, frozen in place. If Damien could somehow find me, I would be gone. Erased. He wouldn't hesitate to kill me. I was sure my family knew more than they were comfortable with at this point. They could try, but I doubted they could get to the scene before Damien did whatever he was going to do with me. Kidnap me, or kill me.

And even if Damien didn't get me? He had friends.

After the initial shock, everyone began yelling at once, while I remained silent. I couldn't talk. Couldn't move. Couldn't think. All function in my brain seemed to have shut down, except for the ability to think one thing.

He's coming for me.