《Bella, what are those?》23
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"I just......................... I know how it feels to be teased now."
Oh, she does, does she?
I was on edge as it was, without Alice. I sighed, and ran my hand through my hair.
"Yeah?"
She could see that I was having trouble believing her. She nodded, and tried to make me believe her.
"I know you don't believe me, Bella. But........... Look, I'm sorry, OK?"
So, saying that makes it all better does it? I know she was trying to show me that she was sorry, but the way she was acting wasn't really working.
"Jessica, you know what you put me through. Apologising like this, it's not going to work. So, can we just agree to-"
"You know, I actually thought you'd hear me out before you jumped down my throat?"
OK, now I'm annoyed.
"You know what? I don't have to listen to this."
I walked away, putting on my jacket. I made it outside, before she caught up to me. She grabbed my arm, and I turned to look at her. She really shouldn't have done that.
I noticed Angela walk by, and when she noticed what was going on, she walked over.
"Jessica, you know why I don't want to do this. You put me through Hell, and you actually think I'd forgive you?"
"Bella, I just-"
"Jessica, stop. I don't care what you have to say. Just leave me alone, OK? I don't want to be friends with you and I never will. Just stay away from me, Jessica."
She tried to argue, but she seemed to realise that I was one word away from slapping her. When she didn't say anything else, I thought she'd finally gotten it. I turned to walk away, and I could tell Angela was watching me. We'd been shouting at each other, and I'll admit, I was looking for an excuse to slap her.
"This is about Alice, isn't it?"
Oh, you've done it now.
I looked at Angela, who knew what would happen. She was the same when Bret was brought up apparently.
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She didn't get a chance to say anything else. I slapped her. Everyone turned to look at us, and see Jessica's reaction.
"Don't you ever bring her into this."
She realised what she'd done, and tried to talk her way out of it. I just shook my head, and Angela dragged me away before I could actually punch her.
We walked over to my truck, and Angela looked at me.
"I'm not going to ask about that. Want me to come over?"
When she said that, I remembered what I was supposed to do that night.
I had completely forgotten that I was staying with Alice tonight. My dad was working and after asking him, (well, there may have been some begging), he agreed. As long as all my work was done. I'd finished it all that morning anyway, being exempt from gym.
"No, I'm staying with Alice tonight. Don't look at me like that."
She laughed, and I glared at her.
"Bella, you know Bret stays with me every night. Why would I say anything?"
She had lowered her voice, so no one else would hear her. I shrugged, and she said she had to get home to look after her brothers.
I walked in, and was immediately wrapped up in a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, relieved. She let go of me, and looked at me.
"Bella, what happened? I saw you slap Jessica."
"She brought you into it, and I............ Well, now she knows what happens when that happens."
We walked up to her room, and she explained that everyone would be back soon. I closed the door, putting my stuff in the corner.
"I just got angry when she brought you into it. Angela was there."
"I know. Don't worry about it. I know you were on edge. But, relax OK?"
I sat on the bed, and lay back. She lay next to me, and I cuddled into her side. She wrapped her arms around me, and I started to relax a little.
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"Mhm."
Alice laughed, looking down at me.
"What was that?"
I kissed her neck, and felt her tighten her grip on me tighten. I looked up at her, and kissed her.
"I can't help it, pixie. It gets to me when people say stuff like that. I love you, pixie."
"I love you to, kitty."
Everyone got back a little while later, and I was talking to Rosalie about what happened while Cynthia talked to Alice.
"So, you actually slapped her?"
"Y....... Yeah."
I enjoyed talking to Rosalie, something I didn't get to spend much time with her. Emmett walked by, ruffling my hair. I glared at him, as he sat down next to her.
"Hey!"
He laughed, making me smile.. Rosalie leaned against him, and he wrapped him arm around her.
"I heard you slapped someone today, after she insulted munchkin?"
"I'm ignoring that comment. But, I did. She brought Alice into it, and I slapped her."
He just shook his head, looking at me.
Alice walked by, slapping Emmett. She sat next to me, and glared at him.
"No murdering your brother."
She shook her head, and Rosalie and I watched as they started bickering.
"Want to try stop them?"
I looked at Rosalie, who was smiling.
"Rosalie, you have more chance of getting them to stop. Alice, don't strangle him!"
Somehow, we managed to stop them.
After I had something to eat, Alice and I went upstairs.
"Hey, are you OK?"
Alice had been quiet for a while, and I was worried. I moved a little closer to her, and she leaned against me. She was pretty tense, and I wanted to fix that.
"Tell me what's wrong, pixie."
I knew it had something to do with Jessica, but I needed her to talk to me.
"What Jessica said bothered me."
"Alice, look at me."
She had been looking out at the forest, and turned to look at me. I took her hand in both of mine.
"Alice, I love you and want to be with you, not her. Come here."
I pulled her into a hug, and kissed her.
"Alice, I don't want you to worry about her. I know I slapped her, but that was her own fault."
She smiled, but I could see that she was starting to believe me.
"I love you to, kitty. I can't help it. I just-"
Screw this, she needs to know how I feel about her.
"Alice."
She stopped and I laid her over my heart.
"Feel that? My heart belongs to you. No one else. You."
I hugged her as tightly as I could, leaning my head on her chest. She lay back, and I looked up at her. I had laid my hand on her stomach, and she did the same thing I did.
"It may not beat, but it's yours and it always will be."
I kissed her, and we decided it was pretty late. I got changed, and walked out, seeing Alice in a pair of pyjamas. I knew I'd be actually sleep next to her, and I'd stopped worrying about anything like that.
I got into the bed, and I could tell she was worried about making me nervous, but when I cuddled into her side she seemed to realise that I was OK.
I kissed her, and fell asleep with my head on the shoulder.
The next day was fairly quiet, apart from Emmett teasing us. Rosalie hit him and he stopped.
After school, Alice had a few things to do, so I went for a walk with Angela.
"So, how was last night?"
I just looked at her, and she started laughing.
"I could say the same to you, I didn't see Bret yesterday."
She blushed, and looked away.
"Fine, she was with me. I love spending time with her."
We kept walking, and I heard something behind us. We turned around and a woman with red hair was standing behind us.
"Can we help you?"
I looked at her, and noticed her eyes were red. This is not good.
"I believe you can."
The last thing I remember before she grabbed us, was thinking that I hoped Alice would see this.
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