Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 20:

The following day, during home economics class, Charlie approached Bella. “Hey, Arizona. I want to show you something,” he said, plopping a large duffel bag onto a worktable. He opened it up and pulled out a white outfit.

“What do you think?”

“Is that a karate gi?”

“Yep, made it myself.”

“You made it? As in you cut a pattern out of the material and put it together by sewing it?” she asked, completely amazed.

“I did.” Then with a more serious expression, he said, “You asked me why I’m in this class the other day. I think I can tell you without you laughing.”

“I won’t laugh at you,” Bella assured. “I promise.”

“It’s because we need costumes. My buddies and I like dressing up and performing. You know, like we did with that Michael Jackson routine? Anyway, this is my first draft of our Karate Kid costume. Ever since you kicked Josh Uley’s ass, we decided that we should all learn karate. So, do you think you can teach us?”

“Uh… well, I guess I can.”

“You said your dad’s a cop?”

“Yeah, he is.”

“Is he like Miami Vice? Does he get to wear cool suits, sunglasses, and stuff?”

“I live in Phoenix. It’s all desert there. No beaches like in Miami. No, he’s just a cop. He’s the police chief of where I live, though.”

“No kidding, really?”

“Yes, he really is the police chief.”

“That’s awesome. Maybe I should be a cop. My dad has a boring job. He’s a forest ranger.”

“He’s a forest ranger in Forks?”

“Yep, he’s like the Chief Forest Ranger of the Olympic National Forest’s Pacific district.”

“Um, I would call that impressive.”

“Not really. How the heck are they supposed to use karate on a bear? All they do is shoot it with a rifle.”

“Hmm… I’m very impressed by your father. I had no idea that he was the Chief Forest Ranger, that’s pretty high up.”

“I suppose.” Charlie looked down at Bella with wide-open eyes. “So, what do you think of my karate gi?”

“I think it’s awesome. I can’t believe you made it yourself.”

“You don’t think I’m girly for sewing, do you?”

“No, some of the biggest fashion designers in the world are men. Also, surgeons sew-there are both men and women who are surgeons. I’m actually impressed that you sew.”

“Impressed enough to go out on a date with me?”

“No, not that impressed. Besides, I like having you as a friend. You’re attentive, you’re concerned about the wellbeing of others, and you’re not afraid to try new things. Never change that. One day, you’ll meet the girl of your dreams and she’ll wow you off your feet.”

“I hope so. I really do.”

“I promise you will.” Bella paused, and then added. “Just… uh… if she decides to take off for her mother’s house one day, follow her.”

Class began before Charlie could respond to her odd advice. Bella discovered that they were sewing in today’s class.

“But I’ve never sewn a thing in my entire life,” she cried.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Charlie assured her, nodding his head.

She gave him a smile and a thumbs up in response as they both went back to paying attention to the class.

After class, Bella was walking in the hallway heading towards English class when someone abruptly yanked her into a closet. She was about to scream when a warm hand clamped over her mouth. Her abductor turned her around to face him. She breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was Paul.

“What’s wrong?”

“That Karen girl has been stalking me all day. I’m not kidding. She keeps shoving her tits right into my face and she tried to grab my junk.”

“Ew.”

“Ew is right! Anyway, she asked me to the school dance. I told her that I was not interested. She kept insisting and I got annoyed so I sort of told her that we were dating and you’d be pissed if I took her to the dance.”

“Excuse me? What if I already have a date?”

Paul became instantly jealous at hearing that. “You’d better not!”

“Why not?”

“Because… because… God damn it!” The proximity of Bella to him in the supply closet was getting to him. He couldn’t have her near him-not only did she smell intoxicating, but her breasts were rubbing up against his chest and he kept wanting to feel her up.

“Well?” she asked. He never noticed how cute she was when she was angry. It was like the other day when she pulled some karate moves on Josh Uley and kicked his ass. She was cute then, too.

Unable to resist anymore, he pulled her against him and covered her lips with his. He felt sparks. Real sparks. And he never wanted to let her go.

When he finally pulled away, she put her fingers to her lips, and stared at him with concern in her eyes. Then she abruptly opened the supply closet door and ran. Paul shut the door and sunk to the floor. He had to fix this.

Bella ran out of Forks High School and into the woods. She planned on making her way to the cabin by herself. She knew it was a stupid thing to do since she had a lousy sense of direction and the woods were creepy, but she’d done dumber things in her life, so what did it matter?

So she walked.

And walked.

And walked until she found herself on Third Beach or was she on Second Beach? She didn’t know. It was one of the numbered beaches.

“Where the hell were you?” Paul asked, coming up from behind her.

“I had to think.”

“Yeah, well, I was worried. You just ran off. Don’t do that again.” He paused for a minute and drew in a breath. “I’m sorry I kissed you.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t mind. I liked it. It’s not why I ran.”

“Why did you run?”

“Because I’m scared, Paul. Two of the crappiest boys in the world broke up with me, each of them telling me I wasn’t good enough for them. Then you come into my world and you’re everything that’s perfect, except for the fact that you could imprint. What if you imprint, Paul?”

“Then that’s a bridge we’ll have to cross when and if it happens.”

“But I can’t be hurt anymore. Can’t you see? I’m not strong enough. I can’t go through the pain anymore.”

“Bella, you’re my only friend. I won’t let anything come between us. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Paul.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, savoring the time he had with her. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t lose her.

In the distance, Quil the Wolf watched the pair with a knowing smile. He raised his magic stick and whispered a prayer to the spirits to protect the couple and the sanctity of their love; for the coming days would prove to be tumultuous, but the rewards to be reaped would be bountiful.