Chapter 12: Bella POV
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I sat on the dungeon floor for what felt like hours. I was silently crying, letting the tears hit the floor as I tried to stay warm.
Why did Edward do that? I actually thought he was apologizing! But no! He had to turn back into a douche and break Blaise and I up.
I shouldn't have said I'd give him another chance to be my friend. I should've just walked away, acted as if nothing happened.
Well, none of this would've happened if it wasn't for Dumbledore, sending me to god damn Forks.
"Why do I have to deal with this?!" I whisper yelled. Suddenly I heard my voice being called.
"Izzy!" Two voices said in unison. Fred and George.
"I-I'm over he-her-e," I choked out between hiccups. I heard their feet slamming across the black hallway before they stopped above my head.
"Harry's not going to be happy," I heard George mutter. I could imagine Fred nodding his head in agreement.
"Isa, what happened?" Fred asked as he knelt down next to me. He started stroking my hair, what Blaise used to do, and I cried harder.
"Fred you sod! You've upset her!" George said jokingly, but you could still hear the seriousness in it.
"Isa! What did I do?"
"Y-You did nothing. I-It was all Ed-Ed-Edward's fault!" I yelled.
"What did that damn vampire do?" George said angrily, stroking my arm.
"I went for a w-walk, and Edward followed m-me. He said he wanted to be f-friends, so I excepted and apparently B-Blaise came after me and Edward kissed me!"
"That bloody git!"
"And when I tried to tell him he k-kissed me, he said I was a slut and ran off!" The image of his mad eyes flashed inside my head. The way he said it...
"We're going to teach him a lesson!" They said together.
"No! J-Just leave it. I'm f-fine," I said, pushing myself up off of the ground and standing shakily. They gave me wary looks.
"Are you sure? You don't look so good..." Fred trailed off.
"Come on," George grabbed my right arm while Fred grabbed my left, "Let's get you cleaned up and up to bed,"
I nodded and we walked to the bathroom. I went in and washed all my makeup off, not even bothering to put any on after that. I looked in the mirror. Wow Fred was right.
My eyes were red and puffy from crying, and I still had small smear marks of my mascara. My lips, and face, were pale.
I sighed, grabbing a towel and dabbing the rest off before walking back outside.
"Today's just not my day is it?" I asked them both as I walked out and grabbed their arms. They smiled and nodded.
"Oh!" George exclaimed, "You missed it Izzy!!!"
"What?" I was confused, I was only in the bathroom for a few minutes...
"During classes, Umbitch went into her room and when she saw it she screamed bloody murder," Fred snickered, "And the video prank, she gave us detention for that,"
"She found out because Fred told Katie!"
"Hey!" Fred defended himself, "She wanted to know!"
I giggled a little, but not much. As we got back to the dining hall, I (out of habit) looked towards Blaise's table.
He was staring back with a look of sympathy.
I turned my head quickly away, meeting Harry's confused face. I let go of Fred and George and ran to him.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly and securely.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, concern leaking into his voice.
My eyes immediately shot towards Blaise, but I looked away hoping he wouldn't notice.
"What did he do?" Harry asked. I felt that he had his jaw clenched, and it was turned towards Blaise.
"Please don't be mad at him Harry, it was all Edwards fault," I pleaded. He turned his head towards Edward, who just sat down. He had the smuggest look on his face.
"Listen, I know about what you did to Izzy. And honestly, you're lucky I haven't tried to burn you yet. If you do something like this again, or anything to hurt her I will torch you. Got it?" Harry had such a fierce look in his eye that even I didn't question him. I just let him threaten Edward.
"Y-Yes," He stuttered but then cleared his throat, "But she liked it," He said and gave me a wink.
"Ugh!" I yelled, throwing my hands up. I stood up, rather hastily, "I'm going to bed," And then I stomped my way upstairs.
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