Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

The Rabbit Meets The Magic Stick

By Mama4Dukes

Chapter 14:

Bella entered her home economics classroom, when-lo and behold-she ran straight into her very own father.

“Hey, Arizona! You’re in my class!”

“No, really?” she replied sarcastically. “What are you doing here, Charlie?”

“Hey, you remember my name.”

“I try to make it a habit to put names and faces together. Anyway, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in shop or something?”

“Nope, that’s where Quil is. I’m in this class so I can learn how to sew.”

“How to sew? What for?” she asked curiously.

“Forget it.” He waved her off. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

Before she could get an explanation, the class started. Bella, ahem Maile, was introduced to the rest of the class, and the teacher explained what their current lesson topic, “Today, we will be learning how to make a basic marinara sauce. Can someone tell me why having a good red sauce recipe is important?”

No one raised their hand so Bella decided to chime in. “A good marinara sauce recipe is important because it provides the base for many Italian dishes. For example, marinara sauce can be used to make bolognese sauce, it can be used in lasagna, veal or eggplant parmesan, meatball subs, etc.”

“Very good answer, Maile. Is there anything else you’d like to add?”

“It can also be frozen in a Tupperware or it can be canned.”

“Excellent, excellent.” She turned to the class. “It is exactly as she says. A good marinara sauce is excellent to have in the kitchen because it works for so many recipes. Today, we will be working in pairs at the stoves.” Bella saw ten stoves lined up on one side of the classroom. “Who would like to work with Maile?”

Charlie immediately raised his hand. “I would, Mrs. Crocker.”

“Thank you, Charlie. Now, is everyone paired off?” She scanned the room. “Excellent. Put on an apron, find a stove, and get to cooking. You’ll find the recipe for marinara sauce on page fifty-one of your books.”

Bella scanned the recipe, took a look at the ingredients provided, and crinkled her nose. She wondered how the heck she was supposed to bring out the flavor in the tomatoes without red wine or olive oil. She would have to make do.

“So, um, what do we do first?” her father asked.

“We need to chop the onions.”

“I’ll do that,” Charlie offered. Bella watched as her father attempted to peel the onion skin.

“It’ll be easier to peel the skin if you sliced the ends off first…” Bella took the chopping board, knife and onion from Charlie. “I’ll do the first one, you watch me, and do the next one, okay?”

“Sure.”

So, Bella wielded the knife and started chopping at a blinding rate of speed. Charlie, who enjoyed having theattention of seemingly the entire class on them, passed her another onion.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked.

“I have to cook all of my meals at home.”

“That doesn’t seem right. My mom cooks all of our meals, and if she can’t, my dad fixes us something.”

“Well, my parents expect me to have all the meals ready on the table for them.”

“Sorry, but they seem like assholes,” he said as someone else passed their onions to him to pass to her.

“Oh, they are, especially my dad.” Bella was enjoying this conversation a bit too much. “My father actually has me do all of the cleaning and laundry when I’m at his house.”

“Doesn’t your mom help?”

“My parents are divorced.”

“That’s like really sad. Why did they get divorced? Didn’t they love each other when they got married?”

“My dad likes to stick close to home. The most important things to him are fishing, hunting, and watching sports on TV. All of that is great if done in moderation, but my dad put all of those things above his wife and daughter. Anyway, even if Mom loved him, she left because she felt as if she was giving her all to the marriage and he wasn’t compromising. Compromise in any relationship is the most important thing.”

“Omigod, you are like so right!” a very pretty Native American girl said, passing her onions to Bella. “I am so breaking up with that prick!”

“You’re already dating someone? You just moved to Forks from Neah Bay two weeks ago,” Charlie pointed out to the unknown girl.

“I am, or more like, I will be breaking up with the jerk. He’s like refusing to meet my friends or my parents, you know?”

“Well, who is he? Does he go to Forks High?”

“No, he goes to Port Angeles High School. I met him while I was looking for a new raincoat at Forks Outfitters. He’s really handsome, a senior, and the quarterback of the football team.”

“Wait a second, you’re dating Will Clifton,” Charlie said. “We’ve been going to the same football camp every summer since eighth grade. He’s not a senior, he’s a junior.”

“W… W… Will Clifton? That’s the name of the quarterback?” the girl asked. “Is he like six feet tall with long, black hair and dark brown eyes? Is he Klallam?”

“No, Will Clifton has red hair, and I have no idea what color his eyes are. I don’t pay attention to stuff like that. I can tell you that he isn’t six feet tall. He’s shorter than I am-maybe five feet eight or so-but fast as all hell. I doubt he’s Klallam. He’s whiter than Maile is.”

The girl started hyperventilating. Bella stopped chopping onions-she noticed she had just chopped all of the onions in the classroom since everyone kept handing her theirs. “Um, are you okay?”

The girl dropped down to the floor and started crying. Bella put her arm around the sobbing girl.

“What’s going on here?” the teacher asked.

“I don’t know. She just started crying. It can’t be the onions, can it?”

“Okay, Charlie, can you escort Tiffany to the nurse’s office?”

“Uh, sure, Mrs. Crocker.”

“Hey, Tiff. I’ll take you to see the nurse. You have to let go of Maile, though.”

She kept crying, gluing herself to Bella. “I guess I could go to the nurse with her.”

“I don’t need to go to the nurse. I’m just upset! The guy I’ve been dating lied to me and I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

“It must have been a big lie.”

“Yeah, he fed me all these lies about being the quarterback and all. I have a mind to drive to the Klallam Reservation and tell him off!”

“Well, who is this guy? If we meet him on the field, we’ll trounce him. The Forks High Spartans don’t like anyone who messes around with any Forks High girls, especially Port Angeles dudes.”

“He told me his name was Josh Uley, but I don’t even know if that’s true.”

“Josh Uley?” Everyone in the class, including Mrs. Crocker and Bella gasped.

“But he’s married and has a baby!” Charlie exclaimed.

And with that information, Tiffany emitted a hair-raising scream that could be heard throughout the high school, causing the administration to put the school on lockdown.