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Chapter XIII
(Bpov)
The day after my mom's birthday is always the hardest. I can handle her any other day, but it hurts more than it probably should when I think it's my fault she hasn't done the things she might have wanted to. It's usually times like those when I think maybe I should just let her play "Let's Relive Renee's Life through Bella". Rosa and Charlie tell me it's not my fault, that she was the one who got pregnant at seventeen. However, I can't help but to think otherwise.
I always have to deal with school the following day, but I never had to deal with anyone but Rosalie. It was safe to say, I kind of forgot about the session with Edward. When Rosa texted me about her late practice, it reminded me of Edward and how he was supposed to be coming over. When he did, I snapped at him. I didn't mean to and felt bad right after.
I told him about my mom and her birthday. I suspected he wasn't even listening. I knew he didn't understand, even if he was. There was no way he could understand something like that happening with a parent. How could he; he had the perfect family. So his dad was a little tough on him. So what? At least his dad wanted was best for his son and not for his own personal being.
But I felt much better when I found out my mom has to work detention all week.
I was walking to my next class when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled out and saw I had a text. I opened it without looking at the name, assuming it was Rosalie. Who else would text me?
"Did you get them yet?" the text read. I looked at it, puzzled. What did she mean? Did I get what? The only thing I was waiting for was the contacts Edward forced me to get. Even after I told him how I felt about them, he took me to the eye doctor him and his family goes to. After the doctor did some tests and looked at my eyes, he said it would be good if I did have some contacts.
I looked at the name to see it wasn't Rosalie, but Edward. I'm guessing that's what the text was referring.
If I was being completely honest, I was hoping he didn't even remember the trip we took on Thursday.
I looked at the time, wondering when he sent that. It was literally two minutes ago. I looked around to see where he was. I saw him and his group with his girlfriend under his arm. They were around one of their lockers. They were laughing about something. He didn't even look as if he was waiting for me to text back. Maybe he didn't care or not if I did.
I texted him back anyways. "I'm picking them up after school." I told him. I don't know why he was concern with them. Maybe to see if his plan would work. I don't believe it will; not at all.
I looked to see he would answer me or not. I saw him pull his phone out his back pocket. I had to say, I was stunned when I saw he saw my name and texted me back. "Good. I want to see them when I come over." He answered. I was afraid he would say that.
"Who are you texting?" I heard Tanya ask him. He just looked at her, smiled and shook his head. Then he kissed her, to distract her, I was guessing.
"Bella!" I heard my friend. I turned to see her walking towards me with her usual model walk. I don't understand that's just so natural for her. "What were you looking at?" she asked she got closer.
I turned my head to see the football walking away from their spot. "Nothing, I guess." I told her.
"What does that mean?" she asked.
I turned back to her and shook my head. "Nothing." We started walking towards the classroom.
"Hey, am I supposed to be coming over Wednesday or Thursday?" she asked.
"Thursday. The test is Friday, remember?" I reminded her. She was sleeping over because she wanted me to help her study for a test we have in Bio. She still thinks she has that C from three or four weeks ago, though I keep telling her it's mostly went up by now. I don't understand why she doesn't believe me. Better yet, I don't understand why she doesn't just ask the teacher to see her grade. I should be proud her either way. She was still trying so hard to pass every class with a B or better.
She sighed hard. "Then I have bad news. We have another away game so I can't come over." She said as if she was disappointed.
"Just come over after." I suggested.
She shook her head. "If they win, Emmett would want me to hang out with him." she said. I was glad she stopped there. Then I gave a sigh. Now I was disappointed. "I'm really sorry, Izzie." She said.
"It's okay." I told her, not giving much effort to conceal the discontentment I felt. I'm always sad when she can't be with me because she was doing her "assistant coach/choreographer" thing with the team. I'm always afraid she would have some kind of epiphany while she's gone and stop hanging out with me all together. She says that will never happen. However, there's no way for her to be sure.
"I can blow it off." she suggested.
I sighed again. Now I felt bad about feeling bad. I shook my head. "No you can't. I know how essential you are. And when they win, play good girlfriend. Honestly, it fine." I assured her. "I just hate you have to choose. It seem like someone always gets defeated when you do."
"It wouldn't be like that if you just come with me."
"Sorry, but I tend to try to stay away from places I'm not wanted." I told her.
She shook her head again. "There you go again. I don't understand why you're like that." she complained.
"Yes you do." I told her.
"Fine. Would you come if I said someone besides me wanted you there?" she asked.
I looked at her. "Really, who?" I asked her. I could only think of one person. To be truthful, I was more than sure he could do with or without an extra person. But I was also sure another person cheering for him as he throws a ball would do nothing but boost Mr. Cullen's already too big ego.
"Jasper." She answered.
I gave a chuckle and rolled my eyes away from her. "You're hilarious." I said sarcastically. I couldn't believe she was trying that again.
"He asks me all the time why you never come to a game with me." she said.
"What do you tell him?"
"That you don't want to be around bone heads all night." she answered. "He does like you." She repeated.
"Have you ever heard those words come out of his mouth?" I asked.
"Well, no, but…"
"Then there's no way you can know that." I told her, cutting off whatever she was going to say.
She gave a sigh. "Why don't you believe he can like you?"
I looked at her. "Because he doesn't. I wished he did but it's just wishful thinking. Someone can't be fond of something they're not even aware that it's there."
"What do I have to do to let you know I'm not bullshitting you?" She asked.
"Stop swearing." I said under my breath as rolled my eyes away from her. I doubt she heard me. I don't understand teens' obsession with those words. I looked at her. "Record him when he says it." I told her before we walked into the class room. It was good thing class was starting as soon as we walked in because now this conversation was over; for now anyways. Knowing her, Rosa will most likely bring it up again.
After school, I went to the doctor office Edward took me to on Thursday. The guy, who tested my eyes, gave me the box. He gave a demonstration on how to put them in and take them out. I nodded and took mental notes before going home.
I was in my bathroom, looking at the box that contained my new contacts when I heard his voice. "I don't think I would get use to all this freaking turtles." Edward said. I walked in my room and saw him standing in the middle of it, looking around at my collection of fictional turtles.
I leaned against the door frame between my room and my personal bathroom. My mom fought when my dad suggested I get the room with the bathroom. But then he told her I was a teenager and I needed my privacy. I didn't care either way. "What are you doing in here?" I asked him.
"Your dad let me in. He told me you were in room and to keep the door open." He answered as he picked up the turtle picture frame with a picture of Rosa and me that she me for our one year "friend- anniversary" last year. I rolled my eyes when he said what he did about my dad. I don't think he doesn't like Edward because he was a boy. I think he might have been fond of him because of his carelessness for traffic laws. I couldn't say I disagree with my dad about that. Besides that, why would he care if Edward was guy or not? "Cute." Edward said at the photo before putting the frame down. He turned to look at me. "I see you still have your glasses on. I thought you said you were getting them today." I showed him the box. "Put them in." he instructed as if I didn't know how they worked.
"I'm contemplating." I told him.
"What are you think about?" he asked. He should have known what the word was since it was what he picked for the word of the week last week. He picked it because I was too upset to do anything that day. I was impressed he went on with the weekly plan.
I looked the box again. "I'm thinking about if I trust this idea or not."
"You're humoring me, remember?" he said. I looked at him. "Just try them." he urged.
I rolled my eyes before walking back to the sink. When I got there, I took off my glasses and place them on the counter. Then I noticed that Edward staring at me. I wasn't timid to close the door on him. "Why did you close the door?" he asked behind it.
"Because I don't want you looking at me while I'm picking at my eyes." I told him. I heard him chuckle.
I washed my hands, like the doctor instructed me when I picked them up. I opened the box then the container. I thought if I opened one side at a time, it would be a less chance of me getting the two confused.
I opened the right one first. Once I got the small, round plastic thing on my finger, I opened my eye like he showed me and tried to place it on my eyeball. It took me a few tries to get it centered. Once I did, I did the same thing with the left one. When they both were in, I couldn't help but to blink a few times. Even when I stopped, I had the feeling to blind again. They weren't as uncomfortable as I thought they would be and once I closed the door on Edward, it was easier than I thought. However, I wasn't use to them and I definitely need some time to do just that.
"Are you done?" he asked from my bedroom.
"I think so." I said as I blinked again.
"Well, let me see them." he said.
I opened the door and walked into my room. When I did, I saw him on my bed, playing with one of my stuffed animals my dad gave me. "What are you doing?" I giggled in amusement.
He chuckled. "I got bored." He said before placing it where he got it from. When he turned back around, I realized he would see me without my glasses. I don't think I like the idea. Before he could see my face, I looked down so he couldn't. "Uh…I can't see your face with your head down." He pointed out.
"I know." I informed him.
"Just let me see. It can't be that bad." He said. I had to remind myself that he was doing what I wanted. He was helping me with me so I could get Jasper's attention. So when Rosalie said he liked me, I could actually believe her. I was doing this for a reason. I just have to keep telling myself that. I was doing all of this for a reason. I took a deep breath before slowly lifting my head. When I did, his eyes widened. "You have really big eyes." He blurted out.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh gee, thanks." I said sarcastically.
"Sorry, that came out wrong." He replied. "I didn't mean it as an insult. How do they feel?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Like I have nothing to protect me." I felt exposed, and not in a good way; through I doubt there was a good way to feel exposed.
"They look really good." He said with approval.
"No they don't." I said. he was clearly saying that to either be nice or to not attempt that he was wrong.
"Girl, you need to learn how to take a compliment." He said before getting off the bed. He walked over to me, to get a closer look, I guess. He stopped in front of me and stood in his "cool guy" stance, with his arms crossed and leaning one leg. "They really do look good. Your eyes are big, but bright. Kinda like." He stopped and smiled. "Like a monkey." He said with a snicker behind it as if he was enjoying some kind of inside joke with himself.
"A monkey?" I exclaimed. He nodded. "You're saying I bear a resemblance to monkey?" I concluded to exclaim. That wasn't good. I knew they looked bad, but I didn't think I would look like a wild animal. When I said that, his smile slipped.
"Uh, n-."
"That's it, these things are coming out." I stopped him. Before I could turn away, he grabbed my shoulders.
"Seriously, that was a good thing. I meant cute like one."
"Cute?" I questioned. I wouldn't think that was a word he would to describe me.
He dropped his hands. "I mean, nice like one." he thought it, and then I guess he realized how silly it sounded. "Never mind, not important. At least go show your dad and see what he thinks." He said changing the subject back.
"No way. No one is seeing me without my glasses." I turned away from and walked back in the bathroom.
"You're not even going to go school without them?" he asked as he followed me in. he leaned against the counter next to me.
I looked at him like he was senseless. "Of course not."
"Then what was the point of this?" he challenged. I rolled my eyes back to the mirror to look at myself. My eyes were really big. Too big. What if people think I looked like a bug or something like that? They were coming out. I grabbed the container and opened each side. "You should at least try it tomorrow." He suggested.
"Why, so people can talk about me looking like a monkey?" I mumbled as I filled each side with the solution the doctor gave me.
"No one will say that." he assured me.
I looked at him. "You did." I reminded him.
He shook his head. "I was being stupid." He argued. "Trust me, people will not saying anything bad about it. They look good." He said again. The more he said it, the less I believed it. He saw that I still wasn't trusting his words. He sighed. "Look, just try them out tomorrow. If no one notices and don't say anything or you still feel uncomfortable in them, you can take them out and I wouldn't hassle you about them anymore. We'll just have to work around the glasses."
I looked at him. "That sounds fair." I told him.
"But, if someone, besides Rosalie, does say something about them, you have to wear them for the rest of the week. Still sound fair?" he said. I glared at him. Okay, that wasn't fair. It seem like I couldn't win. "You're humoring me, remember? I humor you with those stupid weekly words, humor me with these contacts." He said in an ordering tone.
I sighed. He wasn't backing down, I see that. This whole thing might be a mistake. Nevertheless, I agreed. "Fine. I'll wear them at school, but they're coming out now." I told him.
He sighed in return. "We're compromising, I get it. fine." He said.
"Okay, now get out. I'll put my glasses back on then we could start with you." I told him. He gave a chuckle before leaving me in the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I processed to take the contacts out, just like the doctor showed me.
XXX
I woke up the next morning and got ready for school. It wasn't until I was out of the shower and dressed when I saw the contact box on my counter. It reminded me about what Edward me yesterday. I could just not wear them. It's not like he would come over to me during the school day and ask me why I still had my glasses on. I would have done just that if the same thought I had last night didn't come back "You were doing all this for a reason." It told me.
Because of that, I grabbed the container and put them in my eyes like I did yesterday afternoon.
I made sure I left without my mom seeing them. The last thing I needed was a reason for me to take them out before I got to school. I was sure she would have something to say to make me do just that.
"Where are your glasses?" Rosalie said as soon as she saw me at my locker.
"Good morning to you Rosalie." I greeted her.
"Bella, where are your glasses?" she asked again, ignoring the greeting.
I looked at her. "At home." I told her.
"Why?" she asked. Because apparently, I looked so much better without them.
"Because…" I didn't know what to tell my best friend. I didn't want to tell the real reason I change them out, not yet anyways. It was one change, a small at that. That no one would notice. "I broke them. My mom thought it would be a good time to try out these contacts until I get my new pair." I told her. I think I should tell her soon. I really didn't like lying to her. "Why, you don't like them?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I never said that. I just thought you couldn't see without your glasses." she noted.
I pointed at my eyes. "I have contacts in." I repeated.
"You said you hated the thought of contacts." She pointed out. One of the bad things with having a best friend like Rosalie. It was hard to lie to her because she will remember everything I said to her and would mostly call me out on it.
"If you don't like them, Rosa, just say so." I told her.
She laughed, sounding like bells like always. "I didn't say that, Bella. You know I was trying to get you change out of those bold looking glasses all junior year. I think you look amazing. I just don't want you to be running into things all day while you're looking so amazing." She replied.
I smiled. "Let's get class."
After our first class, the two more went back and no one was saying anything about me looking different. I told Edward no one will perceive a change that small. Well, at least I don't have to wear them anymore after day.
I was Rosalie locker with her to get something out it. While I was waiting for her to open it, I poked myself in the face, again. That was like the third time I did that. "Ow." I groaned as I rubbed my bridge between my eyes.
Rosa laughed at me, just like the other times. "Will you stop doing that?" she said, as if it was that easy.
"I can't. I keep forgetting." I told her. She laughed again.
"I can't believe your actually wearing those. How did your glasses break, anyways?" she asked. I forgot I told her that. I didn't even have a story on how they broke.
Well, there goes nothing. "When I got out the shower last night, I grabbed my towel forgetting I had them on the counter. When I did, they slid to the floor and I stepped on them." I told her. that was easier than I thought.
She shook her head. "Damn you can be a klutz sometimes." She teased. I just shrugged.
She moved out the way so I could find the book I was looking for. While I was looking, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see Angela behind me. She smiled at me. This was something new for her. She usually doesn't make eye contact with me unless we're at the book store. "Bella, I've been looking at you all day, trying to see what's different." She said. That's what she was doing. All day, I felt people were looking at me. When I looked up, I would see Angela looking at me with deep-thought look on her face. Even Rosalie asked me why she kept looking at me. I told her I didn't know.
"Did you figure it out?" I asked.
She nodded. "You're not wearing glasses." She pointed out excitedly; as if she just won a jackpot or something of that natural. "You look so different, I can't believe I didn't notice earlier." She concluded. "Your eyes are so wide and pretty." She ended.
"Uh…thank you." I said. I didn't expect a response like that. She nodded and walked away.
"I knew I wasn't going to be the only one who noticed." Rosalie said next to me.
I looked at her. "Why didn't you warn me or something?" I asked.
She laughed. "As if you would have listened to me." she replied. I had to admit, she was right. I didn't believe Edward when he said it, I wouldn't have believed her when she said it. "Find your book so we can go to class." She told me, reminding me what I was doing at her locker in the first place. I turned to see my copy of the book we were reading in class on the top shelf under her notebooks. I grabbed it before we went to class.
It seem like after Angela, everyone was starting to notice. While walking to class, people kept stopping me and telling they noticed something different about me. Even in one of my classes, Eric leaned over and told me he notice I wasn't fixing my glasses all day and it was because I didn't have any on. So Edward was right, people did see I fixed my glasses a lot.
When I was in my math class, my teacher asked me if I needed to move up so I could see the board better. I shook my head and told him I was fine. Surprisingly, I could see just as well if not better with the contacts than with my glasses.
While I was walking to the library Peter, a junior and one of the few guys in the school who wasn't a football player but was popular and wanted by all the girls who were a junior or under, stopped me. "Hey Isabella." he stopped in front of me. I stopped and looked at him, wondering what he wanted. He was in my math class. That was the only ways he knew me and vice versa. He probably wanted the homework or something, I'm sure. He smiled. "There's something different about you. I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, it's a good look for you." He said before walking away from me. That was odd.
When I got a seat in the library, the one that was away from everyone else who hung out in there with their friends because they didn't want to be at lunch, I realized something. That was too many people. No way so many people notices in on day. He had to have something to do with it.
I pulled out my phone and went to his initials, because I didn't want his whole name in phone, and clicked on it. "Did you have something do with this?" I texted.
"Do with what?" he replied.
"So many people coming up to me today and telling me about my contacts." I answered.
"I haven't even seen you today to know if you had they in or not so, how would I have?" he asked. He had a good point. We had completely different classes so I haven't see him either. He wouldn't have known if I didn't telling. He texted again. "Besides why would I do something that?" he asked.
"To get help proving a point." I said simply.
"Yeah, I needed help proving I'm right." he answered; I could almost hear the smug chuckle behind his words as I read them. Now I know he wasn't lying.
I texted him back. "So you had nothing to do with all the people coming up to me today?"
"No. why? Have a lot people have?" he asked.
"A few." I corrected.
"Told you." He answered. A few seconds he texted again. "Tanya's trying to look at my phone." It read. It was hint to tell me stop texting. So I didn't reply. I put my phone back in my pocket before opening one of the books I was reading.
After lunch was over, I went to my last class with Rosa then to my last class of the day. After that, I went to my locker to grab my things before meeting Rosalie at hers. I was helping her remember what we had for homework as she got her things together. "I'll be over after practice." She reminded me of the plan we made earlier. When she remembered she couldn't come over at the end of the week, she said she will be over for the next two days after practice so I can still help her. If things go the way they should, she won't even need my help come Thursday night.
While I was waiting for her, I saw Tanya and Kate walking by. Oh no, just when I was having an okay day. Kate saw me then she stopped and tapped her friend's should. Tanya stopped with her and looked my way before laughing. "Kate, can you open a window." Tanya said, turning to her friend.
Kate giggled. "Why, Tanya?"
"Because I keep hearing about this annoying freaky bug-eyed thing in there and I like my school bug free." She joked. I bowed my head, knowing what she meant. I knew that would happen.
"How long did it take you two get that right?" I looked up and saw Rosalie facing them.
Tanya flipped her hair over shoulder. "I don't know what you are talking about, Rosalie." She replied with false innocents.
Rosalie glared at the two. "Don't you two have anything better to do; oh that's right you don't. Don't get mad because people are praising someone else for their looks for a chance. How did you even hear about her anyways?" She snapped.
"Every damn place I go, I hear how Miss Bug- Eyed over there don't have her glasses anymore. And you think people are saying things to her to be nice? Please, the only reason they say anything to her because they feel sorry for her. Kinda like the reason you hang out with her and defend her all the time." she said with an evil smile.
That did nothing but make Rosalie angrier. "Shut the hell up, Tanya. Maybe you should on your way to the gym. You know how long it will take you to drag that extra weight." She said nodding to Kate. I had to give a small giggle to that.
Tanya glared at me before turning away from us, dragging Kate with her. "Thanks." I said softly to Rosalie.
"You know I don't have a problem with it." she assured me.
"I need to learn to stand up for myself."
She turned to me and smile. "You will and when you do, you will have just much fun putting those two hens in their place as I do." She promised. I gave a small smile. She closed her locker before turning back to me. "I'll see you tonight." She said before hugging me and leaving me.
If I do, hopefully, Rosalie won't feel the need to "put them their place".
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so, i've read what you guys have to say about the daily updates. and i'm thinking on doing that. i wasnt go to, because i was stuck. but now i'm not and i know where we're going with this story. i swear, every chp comes to me so fast. it's like bam, next chapter, bam, next chapter. so i think, as of today, we will be updating every day. or, at least twice in a round then a space then twice in a row. ex: if i update today, i will do so again tomorrow and then not on Thursday so something like that is happen. yeah. it's happening.
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