100 Hours by wytchwmn75, 0-9
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Chapter One: 5 Hours
Bella Swan did not babysit. If she did, she would've picked that as her community service
project, but she couldn't stand kids. They cried, pooped in their pants, and puked all over the
place with no regards to the cashmere sweater you were wearing. Quite frankly, they scared
the ever loving shit out of her. That was also why, at seventeen, she was possibly the only
girl in the junior class at The Volturi Academy that was on the pill and made the boys suit up;
there was no way she wanted to end up pregnant, twice, like Lauren Mallory.
So why is it
, she wondered,
I'm expected to babysit some delinquent teenage boy
? It's not
her fault that he got caught doing God knows what and landed himself one hundred hours of
community service here at Forks Community Hospital. Bella loved volunteering at the
hospital, and wasn't too happy that, what had become one of the bright spots in her week,
would be marred by a stupid boy who didn't know how not to get caught.
She was aware most people considered her a geek, or a nerd, but she never gave much
thought to what the populace had to say. Besides, there were only a few privileged people
that knew the real Bella Swan. If her love of volunteering or her place as student body
President didn't get her an all access pass into the world of lepers, then her 4.0 GPA and
Chief of Police Daddy status cemented it. Bella, though, was sure she'd have the last laugh.
That GPA and list of extracurricular activities would get her into any school she applied to,
and she most certainly would not be applying to any schools in Washington. As for her
Daddy, Charlie, the Chief of Police? What most people didn't know was that he and his wife
Renee were hippies once upon a time. Although they didn't wear patchouli or burn incense,
they had a very lax attitude towards their only child. She was more of a friend than a
dependent.
Charlie and Renee had one basic rule for Bella: she could do what she wanted as long as she
was open about it and let them know what was going on. It worked well since the topic was
introduced on her eleventh birthday. She never took much advantage of this rule, knowing
that her parents trust was something she cherished. When she turned fifteen and wanted to
go on the pill (because everyone else was), she explained in great detail to her parents the
pros and cons of the decision. The next day, Renee took her to the doctor and Bella went on
the pill. On her sixteenth birthday she wanted to try smoking, Charlie bought her a pack and
watched in amusement as his daughter choked then promptly decided smoking was
disgusting and not for her. Basically she could come home and say she wanted a tattoo or to
get pierced and she would have her parents' approval. Bella treated her freedom with
respect and would never endanger it. Most adults saw her as trustworthy and she knew it
was because of her parents and their unconventional parenting skills.
Mrs. Cope, the supervisor for all the volunteers, loved Bella. She wasn't like the other
teenagers that volunteered; she actually worked. Many nights she would be found on the
geriatric unit reading to some of the patients or just sitting and talking to some lonely soul.
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There was always a smile on her face and she was the first person everyone asked for if
something needed to be done. Mrs. Cope had even joked with one of the doctors about
possibly cloning her.
It was with a heavy heart that Mrs. Cope was asking Bella to keep an eye out for the new
volunteer. She knew Bella would see it as some sort of punishment when in reality it was
quite the opposite. In fact, Dr. Cullen had specifically asked that Bella be the one to oversee
the training of his teenaged son. He was hoping that she'd be a positive influence on Edward.
The boy needed to be opened up to things other than smoking, drinking ,and defacing public
property. Dr. Cullen had no doubt in his mind that these were activities that Ms. Swan never
partook in. If it weren't for the fact that Dr. Cullen was an upstanding citizen and a brilliant
doctor, he was sure that Edward would have been locked up. Thankfully he managed to
convince the judge that he would personally supervise his community service and would
never appear in front of Judge Demetri again.
As Bella sat at the reception desk on that first Saturday morning of February, a storm was
brewing in her head and she had a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. Absentmindedly
she was playing with the corner of her lip, which many could tell you was a sign that she was
worried. However, before she had any time to contemplate this, someone was standing in
front of her, clearing their throat. Not bothering to look up from the computer screen in
front of her, she greeted the visitor.
"Welcome to Forks Community Hospital. How may I help you today?" Her voice sounded
enthusiastic and only the most astute person could pick up on the annoyed undertone.
"I'm here to see Mrs. Cope, and some ass kisser named Isabella Swan." Edward was showing
off and could only hope that this girl was not friends with Isabella Swan.
Still not looking up, she let the voice wash over her. Her body broke out in goose bumps and
the hollow in her stomach began to fill. Taking in a deep breath, she tried to slow her rapidly
increasing heart rate. If it weren't for the ass kisser comment this guy may have stood a
chance with her.
Never more thankful that she did not wear a name tag, she finally looked up, and the storm
in her head settled as soon as her brown eyes met his green ones. Something clicked in her
head as she took in the gorgeous boy in front of her. He had crazy ginger brown hair that
went in every direction; these amazingly clear green eyes, his jaw was so angular and
defined, that she could imagine nibbling on it. His lips were a little fuller for what a teenage
boy should have, but she didn't care; she was too busy imagining what they would be like on
her skin. But what really drew Bella in to this beautiful creature was the ring that pierced his
right eyebrow, the viper bites that drew more attention to those lips and the hint of ink she
caught peeping out of his Sex Pistols t-shirt. This was definitely the delinquent she was in
charge of, and she was a bit panicked.
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"Mrs. Cope's office is on the second floor. When you come out of the elevator make a left
and then a right. It's the third door on the left. I'll call her to let her know that you're coming
up?
"Edward. Edward Cullen." He realized he sounded like an ass. Did he think he was James
Bond?
"Okay then, Edward." Bella watched him walk away, noting his confident strut, and let out
the breath she'd been holding. For the first time ever, Bella Swan thought she may be in
trouble.
Edward waited for the elevator and thought about what had just happened. Most girls flirted
with him, even the ones that stood no chance, so why did it bother him that she'd blown him
off without really seeing him? She was pretty, though hardly the type of girl that he usually
went for, not a knock out like Tanya, but something about her awoke certain parts of him.
Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she was wearing glasses, nothing special
there. He was always a firm blonde man, maybe he had a latent librarian fantasy that she
brought out in him. Damn, he didn't ask her for her name.
Smooth, Cullen
, he thought to
himself. He didn't want to brag, but he had the girls at Forks High School falling all over him,
and he'd fooled around with plenty of them. But something happened when they locked
eyes. Edward felt a pull towards her and was pissed that his father made sure that he would
be spending his Saturday's with a frumpy nerd instead.
Earlier in the week, he'd asked around his school if anyone knew Isabella Swan. The ones
that did, told him that she went to The Volturi Academy, so that right there screamed
pretentious. It was a private school in Port Angeles and accepted only the truly gifted and
talented; he'd gotten accepted there when his family moved to town a year ago, but he
begged his parents to let him go to the public high school. Most of the kids that knew her
said what he was expecting; she was smart, decent looking and they rarely saw her out at
their regular hang outs. In his mind, he pictured a mousy girl with a long skirt and a bulky
sweater, braces and glasses too big for her face. He could see her always carrying a book and
never looked anyone in the eye. He wanted to kill his father.
Arriving on the second floor, he followed the directions that the living embodiment of his
librarian fantasy had given him and knocked on the door that said "Volunteer Office". He
heard the answering call granting him entrance and walked into the office.
"Hello, you must be Dr. Cullen's son, Edward."
"Yes ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand and she took it, giving a firm
shake. Edward was not as dumb as most people thought, he was aware that Mrs. Cope had
the ability to make or break his community service. Also his mother, Esme, would be
embarrassed if she found out that her son was rude to someone that worked with his father.
She raised him with impeccable manners and expected him to use them.
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"Please have a seat. There is some paperwork for us to go over before I hand you off to Bella
for your training."
Oh God
, he thought,
she goes by Bella. Doesn't that mean beauty or beautiful in Italian? I bet
she's nothing like her name, and I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with this chick for one
hundred hours.
After Mrs. Cope had gone through the rules with him and he'd signed some papers, she
handed him a dark blue polo shirt with the hospitals logo on it.
"From now on, Edward, it would be best if you came into the hospital already dressed in
your uniform. I assume that bag is holding a pair of khaki pants?"
"Uh, yeah, I have a pair in here." He couldn't believe he had to wear khaki pants; he was
going to look like a GAP commercial reject.
"Okay, honey, go change in the bathroom. Oh, and Edward? Piercings out. I know that your
father would've told you that. Meet me back in here when you're ready."
"Yes, ma'am." He was thoroughly chastised. He hated taking out his piercings; he felt like he
was inaccurately representing himself when they weren't in. Like he was inaccurately
representing his true self. But he went into the bathroom and changed into his ridiculous
uniform and took out the only things that left him any individuality. After putting in the
spacers, he walked back to Mrs. Cope's office, wondering if he would get to spend any time
with the girl at the desk. Maybe, if he was lucky, Bella Swan would be sick one day and he'd
be left to spend the day with her instead. Or maybe he could annoy Bella so much that she
would ask someone else train him. Yeah, that sounded much better. He would make things
so difficult for her that she wouldn't have any other choice but to stop working with him.
He met up with Mrs. Cope and they made their way back to the main floor. She was walking
back towards the reception area and he was hoping to get another look at the girl at the
reception desk again. When they reached the desk, he was disappointed to see that no one
was there.
"Bella?" Mrs. Cope called. "Honey, are you back there?"
"Just a minute, Mrs. Cope." The voice came from the door that was behind the desk. Edward
got excited when his girl came out of the room first, carrying pamphlets.
Shit, that's Bella Swan.
Edward realized,
I insulted her to her face. How the hell was I
supposed to know that a nerd would look like that? Where were her braces? Her bulky
sweater? Shit, I fucked up royally.
"Oh good. I was going to ask you to replenish them. You're always on top of things."
He was hoping with some prompting she'd be on top of him soon.
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"Edward Cullen, I'd like to introduce you to Bella Swan. Bella, this is Dr. Cullen's son, Edward.
Now, Bella will show you around the hospital. You get a half hour break for lunch. Any
questions or concerns that she can't handle, let me know. Please stop by my office before
you leave so I can sign your papers."
"Oh sure thing, Mrs. Cope."
"All right, well if you two will be okay, I'm going to go make some rounds. Bella, just let me
know when you'll be taking a break."
"I will, Mrs. Cope." Bella shouldn't be happy with this situation, but the look on his face
when he realized who she was and what he'd said was priceless. Maybe she would have
some fun training him after all. Mrs. Cope walked away and Bella looked directly at Edward
but didn't say a word.
"Umm, it's nice to meet you, Bella. I've, uh, heard a lot about you." She was making him
uncomfortable. There wasn't a girl alive that had ever made Edward Cullen uncomfortable.
Not even freshmen year when he lost his virginity to the captain of the cheer leading squad,
and she was a senior. He knew he'd have to apologize or at least acknowledge what he'd
said.
Listen,ImsorryboutbeforeSheheldupherhndtostophimWhtTheFuck?
"Don't even bother, Edward. I know you don't want to be here, and now I know you don't
want to be working with me. Here's something you don't know- I don't want to train you. It's
a waste of my time. No doubt at your school you're some rebel without a cause type that
everyone either falls over or is afraid of. News flash, this isn't school and I don't give two
shits about who you are or what you did to get here. For some God awful reason your father
asked for me specifically and since I'm counting on him for a letter of recommendation come
application time you will not ruin this for me. Or I'll make sure that your one hundred hours
of community service becomes two hundred. Do I make myself clear?"
Bella was angry, and she never got angry. Being the child of hippies, she was usually a
pacifist but this guy really pushed her buttons, and he'd barely said twenty words to her.
Things were not looking good at this point.
Who the hell did this girl think she was? And why was it so hot that she told me off?
Because she's right, most of his peers were either afraid of him or falling over him. She
should've been in the category where they fall over him! So he made a little mistake, big
deal. He'd tried to apologize. But God damn, if that rant of hers didn't make him want to kiss
thtsnrkymouth
"Look, Bella, we got off on the wrong foot. I shouldn't have made assumptions about you
before meeting you. It's just my dad was going on and on about you and how smart you are
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