One of my favorite Bella-tudes (that's my new fancy word for Bella's awful attitude and her fits) never made it to the actual story, and I really wanted to share it with you all. You've been so patient for chapter 20 that I feel like I have to reward this good behavior.
So this is a small extra! This was an alternative to be used in chapter 14. We get a peek at what happened during the ride to Seattle.
I still had to sit in the backseat as we--or should I say Edward--drove to Seattle. I honestly didn't mind. I had the whole backseat to myself. Alice wasn't joining us for this part; she stayed at the house, or maybe she would run back to Forks. Or drive. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a car full of gas in the garage.
The drive was quiet for the most part. Actually, it lasted fifteen minutes exactly. Then I had to ruin the deafening silence.
"Can't you turn on the radio or something?" I asked, leaning between the seats.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Jasper asked.
"It's a little dead in here."
They shared a look but no one went for the radio. Yeah, I'd worked with them, but that didn't mean I had to like it. There was no way I was trusting them.
I reached between the seats, balancing on my heels to reach the radio. Edward slammed on the brakes, pitching me forward. I caught myself on the headrests, but barely. I didn't have time to find my balance when the car accelerated with surprising speed, causing me to fall back in my seat. I bounced on the cushy leather seat, probably flashing the vamps in the process.
When the car slowed down, I sat up with a huff. "Are you trying to kill me?" I demanded.
"If you sat properly in your seat with your seatbelt, no," answered Edward.
"You are very lucky I might break my hand if I hit you," I growled. That got a chuckle out of Jasper, but I didn't think it was a laughing matter.
When I was sitting and securely belted to the seat, Edward watching my every move in the rear-view mirror, he turned on the radio. He barely flipped stations when he settled on some kind of operatic classical station. I caught his smug look in the mirror before it disappeared.
Ugh. Why must I always open my big mouth?
