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She's mine

Seriously, what is it she sees in that jerk? Money? Nah, I have money, my parents own a store. Couldn’t be that. Good looks? No, can’t be that either. I’m a sexy beast. I mean, who WOULDN’T want to go out with me? Mike loves Bella, we all know that. Just what exactly will he say to make her like him? A heart-wrenching tale of boy love girl, girl love different boy, and boy who originally loved girl gets SHUT DOWN. This one will get you laughing.


5. Chapter 5

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I opened the fridge and took out last night’s lasagna. The cold glass of the dish froze my hand as I took a spatula and plopped two pieces on a plate. One large and one small. I put the plate in the microwave and set it to “reheat”, then watched the plate go round and round.

Mike was acting strange lately, and I wondered what brought on that change. He was acting more…pompous and bold than ever. I had to wonder at the reason for his ill timed car race with Edward and his odd performance in gym…and don’t forget the bowel movement conversation. I couldn’t help but think he was trying to impress me in some way.

I remembered what Edward told me when we were walking into the parking lot. Mike was standing at the edge of the sidewalk, looking at Edward threateningly (as if Mike could do anything to Edward), with Jessica standing ignored at his side.

“He had this weird daydream a few minutes ago, where you were in a princess dress, with me…threatening you. He thinks he’s your knight in shining armor.” He whispered in my ear.

I had laughed, thinking he was joking. But Edward assured me what he said was true.

Which was very…awkward, because I didn’t like Mike that way and I had made that very clear numerous times. So what sparked this change? I couldn’t help but feel Edward was egging him on in some way, that he liked taunting Mike.

Suddenly I heard the hallway phone ring, startling me from my reverie. I left the still cooking lasagna and walked to the phone.

“Hello?” I said.

“Bella?” A voice said surreptitiously.

“Umm, yes. That’s me.” Who was this?

“Hey, it’s Mike. What’s up?”

MIKE? Why was Mike calling me? Edward wasn’t going to like this when he found out. “Umm, not much. You?” I asked politely.

“Yeah, same here.” He replied

Then he paused, saying nothing. I tapped my finger restlessly on the tabletop, waiting for him to continue. What could he possibly want?

When he said nothing, I decided to talk. “So…why’d you call?”

I heard him take a huge, gusty breath over the phone. “Bella…” He said, and then trailed off.

“Ye-“I began.

“I know what Edward is.” He blurted.

I nearly dropped the phone. How could he…how could he know that Edward was a vampire? I clutched the phone, then tried to muster some calm. “What do you mean?” I said, my voice shaking only a little bit.

He took a huge breath again. “Look…this isn’t easy to say, but…I’ve sent he way he looks at you, like you’re something to eat. Like with this creepy obsession in his eyes, but also with this over-protectiveness…”

My mind went numb with fear.

“like most abusers.” He finished off.

Wait, what?

“Mike, what are you talking about?” I said, confused and relieved that he didn’t think Edward was a vampire.

“Look, Bella, I don’t expect you to admit it. That’s okay. I just want you to know that you don’t have to put up with this, with him. You can just leave.” Mike said patiently.

I was confounded. Where could Mike possibly get that Edward was an abuser? “Mike, you’re talking nonsense. Edward does not beat me.”

There was a short pause, and I thought for a second that Mike had dropped his whole beating theory, but then he continued.

“Bella, I know it’s in your nature to care for other people’s situation before your own. But you don’t have to cover for him! What he does, what he is…he’s a jerk, Bella. I don’t want him to hurt you…I…” He paused for a few seconds. “I care about you Bella.”

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure, but I think Mike just told me that he loves me or some such confession.

He seemed to be waiting on the other end for some confession of mine. Suddenly I heard the beep of a microwave, and the lasagna was done.

“What was that?” Mike asked.

“The microwave. My dinner’s ready.”

“Oh.” He said a bit sadly.

“Charlie’s home.” I said quickly as the door opened and he entered. “I’ve got to go.”

Mike began to say something as Charlie’s voice resonated from the front door. “Bella?”

“Yeah Dad, I’m right here.” I called back.

“-in a few minutes.” I heard Mike say.

“Yeah, sure. Look, I’ve got to go. Was nice talking to you? Bye.” I said quickly and without waiting for a reply, hung up.

I walked to the kitchen to find Charlie scooping the big slice of lasagna out of the microwave.

“Just smelled this and got it myself.” He said while grabbing a fork. “Do you mind if I have the big piece?” He looked at me.

“Not at all,” I replied. “I made that one for you.” I said and grabbed the smaller piece from the microwave.

“Thanks.” Charlie sat down at the table, with me following him.

I settled down at the table, a little shaken from my conversation with Mike. Where could he have gotten that crazy notion that Edward abused me? Edward was the most kind, considerate, sensitive person on the face of the earth.

And what gave Mike the courage to call me about it? The whole situation was weird, the car race, the odd conversations…it was all so bizarre.Distantly I heard the doorbell ring, but I ignored it.

“I’ll get it.” Charlie said while laying down his paper napkin.

I nodded absently, still lost in thought.

“Oh, hey Mike.” Charlie said confusedly. My ears perked up. What? Mike? Was he really here?

“Bella, Mike’s here.” Charlie called out hesitantly.

I got up slowly. This was all too much. Why was Mike calling me and coming over to my house? I walked to the door and saw Mike standing hopefully in the pouring rain.

“Oh, hey Mike. Why don’t you, uhh…come in?” I said politely, but with a tone suggesting “Why the heck are you here?”

He smiled. “Sure.” He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on a hook.

“So, how’s it uhh…going?” I said, trying to grapple onto a reason why Mike would be here.

“Pretty good.” He looked at me carefully, and then at Charlie who was still standing near the closed doorway, looking confused. Realization dawned on his face. “Oh, did I interrupt something?” He said fearfully.

Charlie grunted in response and walked back to the table.

“We were just having dinner.” I replied.

“Oh, sorry!” He said apologetically.

“Umm, maybe you could back another time…?” I suggested lightly.

“Oh, no. Actually, I won’t take long, I promise.” He said with a tone of adamancy that made me gesture to the kitchen.

He walked in with me following. He stopped in front of the oven, and I waited for him to begin.

He turned slowly. “SO, Bella…” I quirked my eyebrow. He sighed, and his eyes blazed with determination.

“I decided to come in person, because I think that on the phone you can’t talk as honestly as you can when you’re looking a person in the eye.” I nodded at him, confused.

“Bella, does Cullen beat you?” My head jerked instinctively towards the dining room, where Charlie still ate his lasagna. I don’t think he heard. I turned back angrily to Mike.

“No, no he doesn’t Mike. I don’t know where you even got that absurd notion!” He looked at me dubiously, as if he didn’t believe me. “Mike, come on! Seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

He looked hurt. “Bella, I’m just concerned for you.”

This statement would have made any other girl (i.e. Jessica) swell with happiness. However, it only made me angrier.

“Mike, you need to stop this. Edward doesn’t beat me, and I don’t appreciate you spreading rumors that he does. I also don’t appreciate the way you’ve been acting this whole week. So if you could lay off a bit, that would be appreciated.”

His face froze. “What?”

I began to feel guilty. What I had just said was pretty harsh, undiplomatic, and not me at all. I was just annoyed, is all. Seriously, Mike just needed to back off. “Sorry, Mike…what I meant was that…”

“No, I mean what you said about how I’ve been acting this whole week.” He said tersely.

“Well, you’ve been acting funny. That weird conversation about bowel movements, the car race, PE…”

He paled. “I didn’t realize I was bothering you. Sorry I did.” He said, turning as if to go.

“Wait, what I meant was that-“

“No Bella. I called you on the phone, I came to your house to warn you about Cullen, and you just blow me off. I care about you enough to come over in the POURING rain, and you yell at me!”

“I didn’t yell at you-“

“Bella, is it so bad that I care about you? That I l-…” He trailed off.

He turned abruptly towards the door and jerked it open. He then proceeded to stomp out the door. In the process, however, he caught his arm on the doorknob and smacked it hard. He yelped in pain.

“Mike, are you okay?” I said worriedly.

He held up a hand and nodded. Then he was gone, the door slamming loudly behind him.

I slunk back to my chair, and dropped in it with a sigh. Was he about to say love? That he loved me? I felt horrible about talking to him so meanly, it was just…he was bugging me. I felt ashamed.

“That Mike kid.” Charlie said randomly.

“Huh?” I said, startled.

He cleared his throat and got up with his plate. “Today, he got a speeding ticket. I used to think he was an okay kid…but he was going 89 in a 65 mile per hour zone. It was a blatant disregard for the law.”

“Well, everybody makes mistakes.” I hedged, knowing that it was after he raced with Edward that he got that speeding ticket. Edward slowed down the second he knew a cop was around, bless his super vampire sight and hearing.

Charlie grunted in reply, and cleaned his plate. “It’s just…I don’t know. Something about him. Hey, what did he want, anyways?”

I paused, not knowing what to say. “He…wanted to borrow my notes for a class.”

Charlie shook his head.