Sometimes I feel like he doesn't trust me. I winced as I looked up to him. Edward didn't have that much tolerance right now for he hasn't hunted in a while, but that's only because we have finals in school, and he doesn't want to miss them. He promised me, though, that he'd hunt tomorrow. And I'm holding him to that.
It's just . . . my hanging out with Jacob has really gotten to him. And lately, he hasn't been going out of his way to hide it. Well, of course I didn't like him hiding his true feelings, but the fact that he's not anymore, must mean that it's gotten worse. That's why I regretted inviting him over today. Jacob's already coming. I wondered how this'd work.
And as I got up from the couch to get water, the doorbell rang. Edward and I snapped our heads over towards it. I smiled at him sheepishly and staggered over to answer in.
"Hi, Jake," I smiled as he walked in, his nose crinkled in disgust.
He didn't even bother to say hi back. "You never said that the bloodsucker would be here."
Edward stood up from the couch. "Well, I'm not going to be much longer . . ." he began.
"Edward!" I sternly called to him as I blocked the door.
He shook his head disapprovingly and notwithstanding my wishes, he approached me. Well . . . the door. And if I know him when he's hungry, he's going to pick me up and move me out of the way so he can leave, but he didn't, and he just sighed when I didn't back down.
And as I stared into his black eyes, Jacob walked up next to him. "C'mon, Bella, this isn't cool."
My eyebrows pulled together and I hope to make my face look fierce. "Both of you sit on the couch!" I screamed, more viciously than I thought. And once they did as I instructed, I smiled at myself.
And although they did as I asked, I still wasn't pleased at how they sat on either sides of the couch, hoping to stay away from each other as much as they could. So, blindly, I walked to the side table next to the door, and when both of them weren't looking, I fiddled inside Charlie's police vest. I took out the handcuffs.
Now, with a stiff back, I walked over to the couch and sat in the large gap between Edward and Jacob—the handcuffs behind my back.
"Jacob, Edward." I looked forward the whole time. "Give me your hands."
Annoyed, Jacob plopped his hand on mine that I had stuck out on either side. Edward just pushed his out farther, making me grab it myself. They were looking forward as well, so as quickly as possible, I connected their hands with the handcuffs.
They snapped their heads to me, and I stood up from the couch quickly. But when Edward saw the dinky metal, he smirked. Oh yeah, I forgot about his superhuman strength.
He grabbed the chain connecting the two cuffs and squeezed his hand . . . supposedly making the metal turn to dust. Instead, though, he just looked at the chain—still attached—amazed.
"B-Bella?" Edward stuttered as he tried again to break the cuffs. "What are these?"
I shrugged my expression as speechless as Jacob's and Edward's. "My dad's handcuffs, is all."
Edward's POV
What's happening? As I stared down at the metal that seemed to be indestructible, Jacob tried this time. He had no luck as well. My expression blank, I gaped at Bella, hers dumbfounded as well.
And after another hundred questions that none of us could answer, I took out my phone, and called Carlisle.
"Hello?" He answered after but one ring.
"Carlisle? Bella attached me and the werewolf with handcuffs, but the medal won't break. Even I can't break it off."
There was a pause. "Actually, I may've heard of something like this. I think that there's a certain chemical reaction within the metal compound consisting of copper and zinc and other foreign elements making an effect that somehow repels supernatural ability for the reaction doesn't outdate those supernatural beings.
I twitched. "What?"
"Edward, I never thought that this would come up . . . but . . . um . . . what color is the handcuffs?"
I rolled my eyes. "Silver."
"Look closer, do you see any other colors?"
I looked at my wrist harder and harder. "No."
I heard him sigh. "I'm sorry, Edward. I suppose the only way to get them off is the old-fashioned way—with the key.
I glanced up at Bella. "Key?"
Her mouth dropped and she looked over to a side table by the door. She shook her head.
"We don't have it," I groaned to Carlisle.
He sighed. "Well, I don't know what to tell you, Edward."
I hung up the phone violently and stood up, making Jacob jerk forward. He snarled at me. "Bella! You don't have the key?" That was louder than I wanted it . . .
She looked afraid. "I'm sorry, I didn't think about that! B-but, I'm sure my dad has it."
"Call him," Jacob moaned.
With shaking hands, she did just that.
I hate you, bloodsucker. And you smell like rotting liver. I hope you die a slow and painful death. And I also hope that Bella figures out what a creep you are. You practically stalk her. Have you ever noticed how short a leash you've put her on? She's suffocating, bloodsucker . . .
Jacob's thoughts kept ringing in my head. I winced.
"Charlie? You know your handcuffs? Do you happen to have the key? . . . Yeah . . . um . . . I kind of handcuffed Jacob and Edward together. But . . . are you sure? There was . . . no . . . yeah . . . yeah, I understand . . . yeah . . . don't worry . . . it's okay . . . yeah, I'll tell 'im." She hung up the phone and looked at us sheepishly.
"So?" We said at the same time.
She shrugged. "They got new handcuffs because the keys didn't work right. There . . . is no key."
Our eyes widened but she put her hands up.
"B-b-b-but at least n-n-not yet. They can make another."
You hear that, bloodsucker? She's scared to death of you! Look at her stutter. Jeez, Cullen, do you threaten her? That's why she stays with you! Because she's afraid of what you'd do if she leaves! Your sick, Cullen, and you know what? If you weren't such a monster, then maybe . . .
I couldn't finish the thoughts and I looked at Bella again, I made my face unreadable.
I left Bella's house, with Jacob dragging behind.
You stupid fat head, where do I sleep?
I shrugged as I stepped into my Volvo.
I'm not staying in a house of Vampires.
Jacob climbed over me to sit in the passenger side.
"Well, I can't go to La Push."
I know, stupid, that's why I'm asking.
I started the car.
You suck, Cullen, you know that? Why can't we take my car?
I snorted. "I'm not riding in your car. That belongs on your mommy's refrigerator, not the road."
That wasn't funny, Cullen.
"Why would I want to amuse you, mongrel?"
Trust me; you do it when you don't try. Like that shirt. Did your mom buy it for you? Jeez, talk about dorky.
"At least I wear a shirt."
Oh, you know you like it.
I winced. "You're disgusting."
And you're freakishly pale, and I'm sure it frightens people.
I rolled my eyes and sped the car up just to make him uncomfortable.
And as we arrived at my house, I glowered at Jacob.
Your house is ugly
"So is your face." I growled as I stepped out, wincing at how Jacob had to step over my seats with his gross shoes.
Alice stepped out of the door when she heard my car, and her eyes were wide. "Edward?" She blurred up to me and Jacob. "You brought home a stray. You know, Edward, you can't keep him. He probably has an owner. Let's check for a tag." She smiled, but when she noticed the handcuffs, her mouth dropped. "Uh . . . Edward?"
"Long story," I pulled Jacob forward to the house, but I turned back to her, "How couldn't you see this earlier?"
She shrugged. "It's not like I'm sitting on the couch all day staring into space. I have other priorities."
"I'M HANDCUFFED TO A WEREWOLF!" I roared.
"Oh, we can fix this," Alice snorted as she gripped the chain and pulled. She winced as nothing happened. "Uh . . . E-Edward?"
I didn't bother to explain so I simply said, "Ask Carlisle," and I dragged Jacob into the house.
I hate you Cullen. Your house is ugly. I hate you.
I ignored him.