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 ^^^Made by the lovely, twilightOCD (yes I know thats my pen name, duh.) This is pretty much what would happen if I was Bella. Well, not really Bella, just having gotten to Edward first (I always dream of that :P) It's kind of boring at first, maybe to you, but for me, imagining me doing that, is just so exciting. Wow...he's even hotter in person, lol.


9. Chapter 9: I had other plans in store for her...

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I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock’s snooze button. I looked at my hand, flipping it over and examining it in the dim light. It was…normal.

“GIR?” I called. There was no reply. “GIR, where are you?”

Oh, yeah…it was a dream. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Awwww…it was getting good, too.

In a cloud of misery, I dressed in my usual blue jeans and a light blue Paramore t-shirt. I styled my hair in the usual side part, adding a simple blue clip on the left side. I put in my vampire string-doll earrings and stamped down the stairs grumpily.

For breakfast, I had two apple toaster strudels and a mug of coffee, and when I finished I marched back upstairs and brushed my teeth. I followed that with a swig of Listerine and swished for the suggested thirty seconds.

I left the house and entered the strange bright light. I didn’t realize until I was walking down the drive way that a thick layer of snow was covering the ground. The sidewalk remained untouched by the snow, however, there was a fine layer of ice – just enough to send me slipping and sliding like an inexperienced retard on roller blades for the first time.

I reached the school later that I would have – since the whole walk consisted of carefully tip toeing across the patches of ice – and by then nearly everyone was there. Edward’s shiny Volvo was parked at the far end of the lot from the school, and I passed it just as he and his siblings were getting out.

“Hey, Jess,” he called. Involuntarily, I looked up in a knee-jerk reaction,

“Oh, hey Edward,” I replied, the butterflies finding their way into my stomach.

“I wanted to know if you…um…if,” he stammered, as if her were asking something embarrassing. “Well, I wanted to know if you would sit with me at lunch again today.”

I froze. I hadn’t been expecting that. The most I’d thought he was going to ask would be if I understood number four on the Biology homework. Naturally, what with my being inexperienced in the area of boys, it took me a while to form an answer.

“If not then, I understand,” he added hastily.

“Um, su-” I was cut off by a sudden growling noise that was fast approaching behind us. I turned and sighed. It was just Bella in her noisy truck.

When she finally passed, I grimaced, and then said “Sure,” to make up for me being cut off by Bella’s dumb truck. I grumbled to myself, annoyed that she always messed up anything good I ever got. Like the opportunity to talk to Edward.

“Well, um, I have class all the way over there,” I pointed, “so, I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”

“Sure. See you then,” he said, waving goodbye. I hesitantly turned away from him and began walking across the parking lot, much to my horror, in the direction of Bella’s truck.

At the back end of her truck, Bella was gazing dumbly at her tire. I wasn’t sure what exactly she was staring at, but I knew that it wasn’t something that normally existed on her back tires. And when I was closer, it didn’t matter what it was, because there was something certainly more interesting than a tire coming straight for us.

There was a huge van, occupied by some anonymous male driver, spinning across the blacktop towards Bella’s truck. When I calculated the striking point of the car and the truck, I realized that Bella was conveniently between the two.

I knew what I should do, what was the right thing to do. But I honestly did not like her. I didn’t like her cheerful disposition, or her Edward-hogging-disposition either for that matter. But I wasn’t going to let her become the filling of a car sandwich. No. I had other plans in store for her…

“Aw, come on,” I muttered to myself. Then I ran forward, in front of Bella, preparing to attempt to shield her from the monster van. I looked to my right and saw Edward, gazing at us in horror. And then he disappeared, and reappeared, right behind me.

He pushed Bella out of the way, and she fell to the ground, hitting her head on the black top. But there was only one of him. Only one Edward, capable of saving only one damsel in distress. And today was not my day.

I turned my head forward just in time to see the van come forward and hit the truck. I froze in shock, thinking that it had been that close to hitting me. But it was still going, turning to the side and hitting me into the red fender.

I felt an agonizing pain in my stomach and a laceration above my forehead. I thought that would be it. I hoped that would be it. But, lucky me, it wasn’t.

The van spiraled away, then bounced off another car and came back. What was its problem with me? Did it want me to be its pancake?

The front of the huge car knocked me to the other side, away from Edward. I flew through the air, soaring momentarily before crashing onto another car. My back cracked, and the back of my head hit the windshield of the green car beneath me.

Finally, the van skidded to a stop, glass popping and windshield shattering. My eyes closed drowsily, and the last thing I was aware of was screaming from every direction.



An annoying beeping came from somewhere above me. It woke me from my dreamless slumber, and I opened my eyes to a bright irritating light. I closed them again, massaging them where they had been so rudely burned.


I froze. Who was that? The voice sounded so familiar…like I’d heard it a million times before. I opened my eyes again and gazed up at the beautiful creature looming above me, with golden eyes and bronze hair.

Edward! Oh right…everything flooded back to me.

“Jess, are you okay?”

“Um…yeah…I think I’m okay…” My voice was hoarse, and came out as a raspy whisper. I cleared my throat and spoke again. “Where am I?”

“You’re at the hospital. There was a…an accident.”

“What happened?”

“Tyler Crowley – you know him, right?” I nodded. “He was driving, and his van hit the ice wrong, and he lost control. You jumped in front of Bella – the van was coming straight at her. And it hit you…”

“Oh…” I said, remembering with a wince.

“How do you feel?” He asked after a long pause.

I paused, carefully assessing all parts of my body for pain. Nothing really hurt anymore, just a slight pressure at my wrist. I glanced over at the IV sticking out and groaned slightly. It wasn’t that I didn’t like needles, just that the thought of the tube inside my vein was sickening.

“I’m okay I guess. It could be worse.”

He nodded in grim agreement.

There was an awkward pause while neither of us spoke, and I stared up at the ceiling tiles nervously.

“Jessica, I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?”

“For not saving you. I ran in and pushed Bella out of the way – simply because she was closest. But I couldn’t grab you, too, and…I’m sorry.”

“No, its fine,” I assured him.

“No, it isn’t. It doesn’t seem fair that she got to walk away unscathed while you almost died,” the last word came out as an agonized whisper.

He hung his head, placing it in his pale hands.

“Edward, I understand completely. She was closest to you, so you grabbed her first. It’s fine,” I said, trying to calm him.

“I’m sorry, for the millionth time.”

“And for the millionth time, it’s fine!” I laughed, trying to put the edge off the conversation. “Besides, someone had to be the pancake.”

He looked up, frowning.

“Sorry, not funny.”

And then he surprised me by laughing.


“Ahaha…sorry,” he said, his laughter dying down. “It’s just that the pancake thing was funny…now that I think of it. And the ‘sorry, not funny’ part made me laugh anyways.”

“Okay…” I gave him a skeptic look, trying to stifle my own laughter.

“You always have a way of lightening the mood, I have to give you that,” he said with a dazzling smile.

“I try my best!” I exclaimed with a triumphant grin.

“That’s what I love about you.”