The Cullen’s are surprised to find out that Bella comes to Forks already knowing about the world of vampires. Not only that, but there is a deep connection to their kind. Will they be able to keep Bella safe when nomads put her into even more danger?
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4. Chapter 4
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I really had no clue what to expect from my second day at school. But one thing was certain...I was so distracted with my own thoughts that I found myself getting ready much faster than was safe for a person like me.
Instead of paying attention to where I was going, my thoughts were drawn to the presence of the Cullen family and what that would mean to Thomas. To finally have found vampires with the same beliefs he had. Others, Thomas could spend time with when my human body kept me from being able to do some of the things I'm sure he wanted to do.
Then, of course, there were my thoughts about Edward. Did the desensitizing with my hoodie work last night? Was it going to allow him to be within a city block of me without the need to drain me of every drop of my blood? Would he finally be able to speak to me face to face instead of over the phone? I really hoped so, because if he couldn't, I was going to miss a lot of biology.
I was so distracted that I didn't notice I was going down the steps too quickly until it was too late. To make the long story short, I fell down and ended up landing very awkwardly on my left ankle.
Several minutes later, after I was able to focus on something other than the extreme pain, I slowly dragged myself over to the couch in the living room. I knew there would be no point in trying to put any pressure on my ankle; I'd probably end up over compensating and falling flat on my face.
I just sat there for who knows how long, trying to figure out what I should do. I didn't want to take Charlie away from work, and I definitely didn't want to reveal how accident prone I was yet to the Cullens. With that being said, it only left me with one option, and he wouldn't even be able to help me.
But he obviously didn't think so because it was only a moment later that my cell phone rang.
Without even a hello, I answered, "Let me guess, you just saw my trip down the stairs?"
"Yes, I did," Thomas said with a matter of fact tone to his voice. It was the tone he used during these instances. It was mostly unsettling fear with a hint of amusement tacked on for good measure. Thomas was always extremely concerned for my welfare, but at the same time, if he didn't try to find the humor in the situation, he would very likely go insane. Since this type of thing was prone to happen on an almost daily basis, Thomas had trained himself to handle things a little bit more calmly than he had when I was really little.
"I have to admit that the look on your face when you realized that you were falling would be considered quite hysterical to some people, I, on the other hand, feel myself more worried than anything else." He took a moment, working through whatever he needed to work through to allow himself to talk again. "At first I was so relieved – to finally be seeing a vision of you after so many days of seeing nothing, but then my happiness was quickly dissipated when I realized you hurt yourself. How bad is it?"
"I'm not sure yet." When I thought about what he had just said, I asked, "Are you saying you haven't seen me at all until right now?" How could that be? That just seemed strange, back home he never had a problem seeing how my day had gone. He was always ready when I got home from school to call and ask me about certain events that he saw happen during the day.
"No, I haven't, and I have to tell you that it was really starting to worry me." I could hear a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I was beginning to think that there was maybe too much distance between us for me to see anything. I just wish my ability was to see what was going to happen and not what had already happened. If I could see the future, I would maybe have protected your mother."
"Stop it!" There was no way I was going to allow him to continue to feel guilty about something he had no control over. "What happened to Mom was not your fault. You are not to blame for those sick sadistic bastards. They are the only ones to blame in all of this, not you."
I knew he was beside himself with guilt over not seeing signs that my mom and Phil were in danger, but I wasn't in immediate danger. That was a completely separate circumstance where he didn't see what had happened.
Personally, I was relieved that he didn't see any of that. I couldn't imagine what he would be going through if he had. That would just be one more awful image to live with for the rest of eternity. But I knew it really unnerved him to take me home that night to find out that they had been killed like that.
"At least you know that you can still see me. Well, at least for certain things, that is," I said, hoping to change the subject.
"Yes, at least I saw something, though I think I'm going to try to get up to Washington as soon as possible. I hate this being so far away from you. I'm not much use to you right now, and I find that very aggravating." I understood his feeling of helplessness and hated to hear the frustration in his voice. Finally, after he took a moment to calm down again, he asked, "So, how did you want to handle this latest accident? Are you planning on calling your father to let him know that you need help?"
I was shaking my head before I even answered. "No. I really don't want to have to bother Charlie, and I also don't want to call the Cullens. They don't need to know what a menace on two feet I am, do they?"
Thomas blew out a breath. Knowing him the way I do, it was probably all in exasperation over my stubborn pride.
"Bella, honey, you have to know that at some point we were all human. We were probably all accident prone or at least injured in some capacity during our human lives. I'm sure Dr. Cullen wouldn't dream of giving you a hard time about you hurting your ankle."
"You're probably right," I grumbled. "Did you end up calling him last night?" I asked while attempting to change the subject.
"Of course I'm right. And to answer your question, no, I did not call Dr. Cullen last night. I needed to hunt and figured I would give him a call later today." I was glad to hear him tell me this. I just knew it would be good for him to have someone like him to talk to. "Bella, I think you should call Dr. Cullen. I'm sure he would be more than willing to come to the house and take a look at your ankle. That way you don't have to try to drive yourself to the doctor."
If I had to venture a guess, I would assume that he was shaking his head, knowing all too well that I would be lacking the coordination to do much of anything right now. "I'm sorry to say this, honey, but at the moment we don't even know whether or not you can even manage getting yourself out to your truck without hurting yourself even worse than you are right now."
Before I had the chance to make a childish remark to that last comment, I heard a car pulling up to the house.
"Just a minute, Thomas, someone is here." Though I could barely see out the window from where I was sitting I could clearly see a black car outside. I rolled my eyes at what could only have been the result of the mystical eye of Alice Cullen. Of course she would see my need for help. "Actually, I don't think it's going to be necessary for me to call Dr. Cullen."
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"I think he just pulled up to the house."
"Dr. Cullen is there right now? I wonder how he knew you needed help." But not even a moment later he answered his own question, "It must have been from the one who can see the future. I'm sorry, Bella, but I don't think you'll be successful in hiding your lack of coordination from them after all." I tried to ignore the amusement in his voice. There was no use getting mad at him about this. It was purely on me and my own weaknesses that got me into this mess.
"Yeah, well I should probably let you go. I'll call you later to let you know what the diagnosis is."
"Okay, just please be careful, Bella. I don't like knowing you are injured." I could hear the sadness in his voice. "Oh, before I let you go, I wanted to let you know that you should be getting a package from me sometime this week."
"You didn't buy me anything did you?" I asked him incredulously, he knew that I wasn't fond of getting presents.
"Bella," he said in an almost frustrated sigh. "You remind me so much of your great-great grandmother sometimes. She never liked receiving gifts no matter what the occasion, but no, I didn't buy you a gift. I just thought…well, to be honest, this is an item that would have been given to you eventually. It's just coming to you a little earlier than we would have planned. It's up to you whether you want to keep it or not. If you're not ready to have it, you can return it to me when I get up there, okay?"
"Please call me when you're done with Dr. Cullen. I want to know that you're alright."
"I will. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
As soon as I ended my phone call, Alice Cullen popped her head around the corner giving me an exasperated look. "Bella, is it really that difficult to swallow your pride and just call one of us for help?"
I rolled my eyes at her. "You know what, Alice? It wasn't necessarily my pride I was trying to save." She gave me an incredulous look which told me there was no way she believed me. "Well, okay, but to be perfectly honest with you, I just wanted to keep my accident prone side hidden from all of you a little bit longer." My mind drifted to some of the members of her family before I elaborated. "I have a feeling that some of your family would take a lot of pleasure in giving me a hard time about it, and I guess I wanted to avoid that for now." I looked to see if there was anyone else with her. "Isn't Carlisle with you?"
"No, he went out hunting this morning before I saw your accident, but he'll be home soon so that he can look at your ankle." When she still noticed my nervous expression, she just gave me a knowing look. "You really don't need to worry, Bella, as of right now the only person who knows about me coming here this morning is Edward, and that's because he read my thoughts. Though, Edward did want me to tell you to please be careful and that he hopes you are doing better soon. I think he would have come here to help you if he could have, but he is not yet ready to test his ability to be near you quite yet."
I was still so shocked by what Alice said about Edward being able to read minds that I couldn't take the time to think about anything else she was saying. "What do you mean, Edward read your thoughts?"
"Oh, I guess we didn't really get into that, did we?" I shook my head at her. "Well, you see I'm not the only one in the family with talents. Edward has the ability to read minds, and Jasper can affect the emotions of people around him."
"Edward can read my mind?" Crap! What does that mean? I tried my hardest to remember anything that I may have thought in his presence yesterday that I should be embarrassed about.
Alice grinned. "Why are you turning all red, Bella? Care to share with the class?"
My mouth opened and closed several times, but I couldn't find the courage to speak. Finally, Alice just laughed at me.
"You have nothing to worry about, Bella," Alice explained. "Last night, Edward confessed to us that he can't hear your thoughts."
I was a little confused but at the same time felt relief at what she said. "What do you mean? I mean…has he even been around me enough to really know that for a fact?"
"That's a good question, and at this point, we'll just have to wait and find out, won't we?" She laughed at my mortified expression. "But for now, I think that we should get you to our house so that Carlisle can take care of your ankle."
"Won't it bother Edward too much if I have been in your home?" I asked.
"I think having your scent within our home will just help out in the long run."
Remembering the scent acclimation experiment from last night, I decided to ask her about it. "So, did my hoodie survive the night?"
Alice got a disgruntled look on her face, almost as if I had done something to offend her. "Unfortunately for me, your hoodie survived. Though there were a couple of times last night that I thought for sure we would be rid of it."
"What do you mean unfortunately for you? Why on earth would you want my clothing destroyed? Can't I be in control of my own wardrobe?" This need she had to change my wardrobe was really starting to irritate me.
Alice rolled her eyes at me. "Because Bella, you are selling yourself short by wearing the clothes that you wear. Don't you want people to look at you and see the beautiful person I know you are?"
"To be completely honest with you, Alice, I have no interest in being noticed by the people around me. I'm having enough difficulty trying to adjust to everything that has happened in the last month. Just the idea of losing that feeling of comfort I have when it comes to my clothes, makes me feel like panicking. I almost feel like it's the only thing keeping me sane right now. It's the one thing that I can control and I'm not willing to change that for anyone right now."
"Okay, Bella, I understand where you're coming from, and I won't push you about it right now." Alice just sat there for a minute before saying, "Though I will let you know now that you won't be able to use that excuse forever." Seeing that I was still annoyed, Alice pulled me into a small hug.
"Thank you, Alice."
"Now, how about if you let me talk to your dad. We don't want you to get into trouble due to him finding out from the school that you didn't show up today."
After calling my dad and letting him know that I injured my ankle, Alice brought me over to her house. It was by far the most beautiful house I had ever been in. It was so light and airy, a very soothing place in comparison to what I would have imagined them living in.
Alice decided to carry me to Edward's room hoping to add my scent among his things. She laid me on a black chaise. When I looked around his room I was floored at the amount of music he had filling the shelves. You would have thought you had just walked into a music store, with the amount of CDs and records that filled up the space.
Alice came into Edward's room with a bottle of water and handed it to me before heading into a room that I assumed had to be either a closet or bathroom. After about a minute she came back in with a blue button down shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.
"As a peace offering, and for the safety of your clothes, why don't you wear these for today? It will be a way to prevent the possible destruction of your clothing later tonight while Edward continues to work on his acclimation to you. Though the sweatpants are going to be huge on you, the drawstring will help keep them from falling off." She handed me the clothing and gave me a pained smile. "The sweatpants should also make it easier for Carlisle to check out your ankle."
"Thank you." I smiled at her while taking the clothes. I ended up needing a little bit of Alice's help to keep from falling over when I changed my pants but I was definitely more comfortable in these. "So are you going to make him wear this exact outfit when he gets home from school?"
"Probably." She smiled. "I don't see him fighting me on this. In fact if you don't want to risk having your clothes ruined I could just provide you with some of Edward's shirts to sleep in each night." Thinking a little more on this plan she continued, "I could come by each morning and pick it up before he gets ready for school. I can have him wear that particular shirt with whatever else I put out for him that day."
Just the idea of sleeping in Edward's shirts gave me a fluttery feeling inside. Knowing that Alice intended for Edward to wear those same shirts to school the next day gave me goose bumps.
"Why would Edward ever agree to let me sleep in his shirts? Forget that even. Why would Edward ever willingly wear a shirt I had slept in to school the next day?" Alice didn't really answer my question. She just gave me an amused smile before turning to great Carlisle, who had just arrived.
"Good morning, Bella. How is your ankle?" he asked.
"It's fine," I said, and noticed Alice's eye roll at my comment. Seeing the amused expression on Carlisle's face only made me more embarrassed about why I was here in the first place.
"Let's try that again. How is your ankle, Bella?" Carlisle asked while grinning at me.
"It could be worse." I felt like sticking my tongue out at Alice, just because it would make me feel better. But I knew that it would just make me seem like a little kid not getting her way. "It hurts."
Carlisle gently pulled the leg of the sweatpants up, to allow him to get a good look at my ankle. His cold hands felt good, and he was extremely gentle when checking to see what my range of motion was. After a few minutes, he gently put my foot back onto the chaise.
"It's not broken, which is good, but it's most definitely a bad sprain. Let me get a few things out of my office, and we will get you set up. You'll have to stay off this ankle for a week or two so that it can heal." He left Edward's room and was back just a minute later with a brace, a set of crutches and a very pretty woman. I'm assumed this was his wife, the only Cullen family member I had yet to meet.
"Hello, Bella, my name is Esme." She came over and sat at the end of the chaise. "I hope Alice has helped take care of you while we were out."
"Oh yes, Alice has been very kind."
"I'm glad to hear it. Can I get you anything?" she asked. I could see a real look of concern on her face, which made me feel better in a way. Not having my mother around to help me in these situations was hard. Having Esme around for even just the last minute seemed to lessen that ache that I've had deep inside.
"No, I think I'm fine. I'm so sorry my little mishap is disrupting your day."
"Don't worry about it, Bella. I'm just glad that you allowed Alice to bring you over so that Carlisle could take a look at it," Esme said.
"Bella, this brace will help out, but like I said earlier, you will need to stay off your ankle. You can use these crutches to help you get around." After Carlisle finished putting the brace on my ankle, he gently laid it back down on chaise. "But I think for today you should keep your ankle elevated. Do you mind staying here at least until the end of the school day?"
"I guess not," I said as I shrugged my shoulders at him. I was more than willing to miss school today. I really wasn't interested in trying to hobble along on a set of crutches. I had embarrassed myself enough for one day. "Am I able to drive? My truck is a manual and I will need to use my left foot to press in the clutch."
Carlisle frowned at that. "Actually, it would be best if you didn't try to strain your ankle in that way. It would be best if you didn't drive for at least a week, maybe even two depending on how quickly you heal."
"That means I will have to be driven to school by my dad." I gave a disgruntled look at that. Who wants to be driven to school by your dad? Especially when your Dad's vehicle is a squad car.
"You don't need to get a ride from your dad. We'll drive you?" Alice said.
"No. I couldn't do that. What about Edward?"
"What about Edward?" Alice asked.
"Won't that make things too uncomfortable for him?"
"Well, to start off with, we will drive in two separate cars. Edward won't have to be in the same vehicle as you until he knows he can handle it."
"Okay. Fine, I'll let you take me to school," I said feeling a little bit better about the situation. Then a thought struck me – a glorious, heavenly thought. "So, does this mean that I won't have to participate in gym class?"
Carlisle laughed at my new found eagerness over my injury. "You are correct. You should not be participating in any form of gym activities for the next couple of weeks. I'll give you a note explaining this to your teacher, okay?"
I nodded my head. Maybe this accident isn't that bad after all. Too bad this injury couldn't last for the rest of the school year. It's almost worth being injured if it means getting out of my most dreaded class.
"I should probably call Thomas and let him know how my ankle is. He was really worried about me after he saw the accident." Being so preoccupied with needing to call Thomas, I didn't even realize that I had piqued their interest. I dug into my coat pocket and retrieved my cell phone.
"Bella, what did you mean just now when you said that Thomas saw your accident?" Carlisle asked me.
"Oh. Sorry I guess I never explained about Thomas's gift, did I?" I asked suddenly feeling a little nervous about what they would think.
"Well, you did mention that you had met a vampire with a special talent, but you never got into detail about who it was," Alice said. I could tell that she was very interested to know what his gift was.
"He doesn't think it's a very exceptional talent, but he has the ability to see someone's past. We don't know exactly how it works, but quite often he can see events that have taken place in someone's life." I always found it very interesting, but I know that this talent had caused Thomas to see events that he would prefer to never have witnessed.
"It's really strange, though," I said. "He told me this morning that my little accident on the steps was the first thing he has seen about me since I arrived here in Forks." Thinking about why this may be, I started to speculate my theories out loud. "At first I thought that it had to do with how far apart we are distance wise, but now I'm wondering if it may have to do with something else." What else could explain the reason why Thomas had no glimpse of what was going on with my mom and Phil?
"What do you mean? What do you think may have caused his inability to see you?" asked Carlisle. He seemed really curious to understand my thought process on the subject.
"Well, I'm wondering if his inability to see has to do with me having contact with more of his kind." At their surprised expressions I continued, "You see, when those three nomads went after my mom and Phil, he never once got a single glimpse into the fact that she was in danger. It was a total surprise to him when we got home that night."
"That does seem logical. Would you like me to call him and tell him about your ankle?" Carlisle asked. "This would also give us a chance to talk."
After I agreed to Carlisle's request about calling Thomas, Esme made sure that I had ice on my ankle and made me a sandwich for lunch. While Alice stayed with me, entertaining me with stories of their family and how Jasper and she joined the Cullen family. The fact that they moved Edward out of his room while he was away on a hunting trip was pretty comical. I could only imagine Edward's reaction when he got home. Not only did he gain two new family members while he was away, he also got booted out of his room.
Before the end of the school day, Alice decided that it would be best for me to at least change my shirt back into what I had been wearing before I got there. Not wanting to irritate my ankle too much, she allowed me to keep on the sweatpants, which were really comfortable. I wouldn't mind keeping them, if that was possible.
"Shouldn't I be gone before Edward gets here?"
"Actually, Edward is going hunting before he comes home. When he saw my vision earlier today and realized that you would be over here for the day, he decided it would be safer if he took some precautions before coming home."
"Is that actually going to work?"
"Yes, it will help him out a lot. I also plan on meeting him out in the woods before he comes home so that he can put on the shirt today." Alice's eyes glazed over after explaining the plan, when her eyes cleared she smirked at me.
"Why did you just smirk at me?" I had a feeling I couldn't trust the devious look in her eye.
"Oh, no reason…just something that will all come to play later on."
That was it; I was officially irritated with Alice. All day long I had put up with the glazed over look she got when she had a vision. And after every single one of them she would look over at me with this expectant look on her face. I felt like I was a rat in a maze, and she was waiting for me to go in search of the cheese. I had had enough of those looks.
"You know what, Alice? Has anyone ever told you how annoying it is when you don't let the other person in on your visions? Especially, when you make it so completely obvious that the vision is about the person you've spent your entire day with?"
"All the time, but I don't give into Emmett either, so I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you," Alice said with an even more irritating smirk on her face.
"Hey, I heard that," Emmett said when he walked into Edward's room. I hadn't realized that the rest of them had gotten home until that moment. "But I'm sure that with Bella on my side we can wear down your resistance. What do you say Bella? Are you in?"
"It's worth a shot. You have no idea how frustrating it has been today to get these eager looks from her all day and not know what they're all about. She's kind of mean about the whole thing, don't you think?" I asked Emmett who was looking extremely happy to have someone on his side of this argument.
"I am not mean!" Alice whined. "I just don't like ruining something before it actually happens."
"Well, if you really feel that way, then it's only fair that you keep those looks to yourself. It's not fair to the rest of us left in the dark who have to see you get so excited about something that has yet to happen," I told her with as much anger as I could muster, which next to a vampire didn't really amount to much.
"Yeah, what she said," Emmett said with a more convincing tone of anger to his voice than I could have ever come up with.
Alice just stuck her tongue out at us and walked out of the room, calling out, "You know you love me anyway, so just stop your complaining."
Emmett chuckled. "I believe you are just the person we need around here. Now if you can get after Edward, my day will officially be perfect."
"Why would I need to get after Edward?" I asked unsure what he meant by that comment.
"You know, with the fact that he can read minds he and Alice are the biggest cheaters around here. It's completely unfair," he explained.
"But wait a minute. Alice said that Edward couldn't read my mind. If what she said was true, I don't think I would ever have the need to get after him for cheating," I said quietly, hoping not to make Emmett mad.
Emmett pouted and seemed to contemplate something for a minute before he finally looked at me. "You could get after him for me, couldn't you? I know that he would take you more seriously than he would ever take me."
"I can't promise anything. I mean, given the current situation Edward and I can't be within his scent range without my life being in jeopardy. But maybe, if that day ever comes and Edward and I can be in the same vicinity and you need to call him out for cheating, I will do my best." When he gave me that dimpled grin I thought I should remind him of my limited abilities. There is nothing worse than not living up to a vampire's expectations. "But you have to understand that I can't promise that I will be successful in my attempts."
"Oh, I know that, but it will be fun to watch nonetheless," he said laughing. His laugh and smile easily made me feel both happy and calm. Emotions you wouldn't expect to feel if you got a good look at his size, which could probably put the fear into anyone he met. But there was something about Emmett that was childlike, and it most definitely seemed like he had a bigger bark than bite.
He carried me downstairs to the living room, placed me on the couch, and began to stare at me. It was like he hoped that I would do something to entertain him. I felt like a circus sideshow and he wanted a front row seat.
Finally, after what felt like several minutes, he asked, "How's your ankle?"
"It's okay." The ankle was throbbing but I didn't want to ask for anything. I didn't like the idea of proving to them just how vulnerable I really was.
"Are you sure? Did you want me to get you some ice?" Emmett seemed to be trying to ask me some more questions, but my attention was drawn to something, or to be more exact, someone else who was in the room with us. My eyes were unwillingly stuck looking at a murderously angry looking Rosalie. She looked as though she would like nothing better than to kill me in that very moment, and I could feel a shudder run through my body.
I couldn't understand why I was so scared, but I was. I also couldn't understand what I could have done for Rosalie to be acting this way.
"Rosalie, stop this now!" I could hear Emmett use a dangerously low voice, which finally helped to break the visual connection I seemed to have with Rosalie.
Rosalie didn't spare me another look. Instead she just gave Emmett a pained expression before she rushed out of the room. I could tell that Emmett seemed to be disappointed, but whether it was for Rosalie's behavior or my moment of fear, I just wasn't sure.
"It may be a good idea if I go home now," I quietly told them. When I saw the sad look in Emmett's eyes, I continued with my explanation. "Emmett, I don't want to cause any problems with my being here, and I am obviously causing Rosalie discomfort." I looked at the clock to see what time it was. "I really should go home. I really need to get started with supper if I have any hopes of having it done by the time Charlie gets home."
"But I'm not ready for you to go home yet." He all but pouted out the words.
"Emmett, I'm fine. We can visit another day. I'm not going anywhere. I think you should go spend some quality time with Rosalie," I said, hopeful that I would get him to understand.
"I'm sorry Rosalie acted this way." He looked like he was trying to find the right words to explain something to me. "Rose…well…you see Rose is very protective of our family and the fact that you are new, in addition to the fact that you're also human, leaves her feeling extra vulnerable."
I felt awful. I didn't want to make Rosalie feel like that. This was her home and her family, and she had every right to feel the way she does. I was the stranger in this situation. If Rosalie would feel more comfortable with me having limited access to her family, I could do that.
"Bella, what do you think you're doing?" Alice asked me when she walked into the living room. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was not very happy with me at the moment.
"What do you mean, Alice?" I asked.
"Why do I see you avoiding us? So help me if Rosalie has scared you off I will be extremely disappointed in you," she said with her arms folded in front of her. I felt as though I was being scolded for not eating my vegetables the way she was staring at me.
"She hasn't scared me off, but I can understand that she is unsure of my presence around your family. I will not be the cause of her discomfort." I looked over at Emmett with a smile. "Emmett, you really should go be with Rosalie. I know she can hear me, but she may need to be reassured by you that I don't mean to cause problems for any of you. I can go home, and maybe one day when everyone is ready for my presence, I can come by again."
"But I wanted to visit with you." He truly looked as though I was a mean bully trying to take away his favorite toy. I hated to upset him, but I knew my leaving right now was the right thing to do.
"It's not that I'm going to stay away. I just think it might be wise to take this slow, because it's not just Rosalie that would need to get use to me. You have to remember that my scent is going to be a problem for Edward. It's probably safer if I go home right now."
I realized that because Rosalie wanted to stay away from me, and Edward needed to, my ride to school might need to be rearranged.
"Absolutely not, Bella," Alice said before I had a chance to bring up the subject. "You will not be asking your dad to give you a ride to school. Emmett and I can come pick you up in the morning. If Rosalie wants to stay away she can ride with Edward in his car."
"Fine." I just sighed and gave up any thought of arguing with her. "Can I go home now?"
Alice just rolled her eyes and sighed. I could tell that she wanted me to stay, but I couldn't on good conscience do that.
"Fine, we will take you home. I can see that you're just going to be stubborn about this, though you are not going to have the option of letting Rosalie win forever. At some point, Bella, you are going to have to stand up for your right to be here. Because believe me, Bella, you do belong," she said with such conviction that I was shocked that she felt that way.
"How on earth can you possibly know that I belong?" I asked with only a small voice.
Alice just knowingly tapped her temple. "Believe me, Bella, I know."
"Okay, I believe you, but not today. Can you please take me home now? I would like to get supper started for my dad." I needed to get home and figure out how I was going to handle another Cullen family member, who wouldn't come within reach of me. Granted, I knew that Edward's distance had nothing to do with his dislike of me, unlike Rosalie, but at the moment it all felt the same.