Deal

Twist

Edward helped me up from the floor, and supported most of my weight. He put an arm around my waist. I hobbled out of the classroom with everyone looking. When we walked pass Dylan, he gave me a lopsided smile and shrugged. I returned the same smile.
When we were walking down the corridor at the speed on a snail, Edward asked me, “Are you alright? Do you need me to carry you there?”
It actually hurt so much to walk, but I bit my lip and shook my head.
“Come on, you look like someone’s eating your leg,” Edward said, and ignored my protest, picking me up bridal style.
“I can walk!” I protested, “Put me down!”
He shook his head and smirked at me, “If you carry on walking I guess the lesson will be over by the time we reach the nurse,”
On the way to the nurse Edward had this huge smug smile plastered on his face. I studied his face; he was absolutely beautiful, no doubt about it, but he was just a player. He flirted too much.
I looked away when he caught me staring at him, and he chuckled.
Finally we arrived, and Edward opened the door with his shoulder.
“Oh my,” the nurse sitting there with a book opened on her lap quickly leaped up when she saw us, “What’s happened?”
The nurse was in her mid-fifty, and had her dyed brown hair in a bun. I poked Edward and whispered to him to put me down. He looked at me and from his expression I could tell that he would not listen.
“She hurt her ankle when she was in Chemistry,” Edward told her, still holding me, “She slipped.”
“Oh, come here, put her down on the bed,” the nurse led us through a door, “And I’ll go get some ice.”
Edward put me down on the bed and I just sat on the bed, and straightened my dress. Edward pulled a chair to sit next to the bed.
The nurse came back with a bag of ice, “Oh, you can go back to lesson now,” she told Edward.
“It’s okay, the lesson’s almost over,” Edward told her, and the nurse said nothing. She fixed up my sore ankle.
“When the bell rings, you can go home,” the nurse said when she was done, “But is there anyone to help you home?”
“I will take her home,” Edward immediately said.
I sighed, and the nurse said, “Okay then, I’ll leave you to rest,” and she exited the room.
A few moments later, the bell rang. Edward stood up, “I’ll go get our stuff, wait here,” and he left.
I sat on the bed patiently, and a minute later someone knocked on the door. The door opened, and it was not who I expected. It was Dylan.
“Hey (Yn),” he let himself into the room, and butterflies started to flop around my stomach, “How are you feeling now?”
“Better, thanks,” I replied, and he sat down on the chair which was previously occupied by Edward.
“So do you think you can still come out later?” Dylan asked, “Our date?”
I wanted to jump up in joy when he said “date”. He looked at it as a date!
I looked at my ankle; as much as I wanted to go, I could not. I could not really walk with that leg of mine.
“I’m afraid that I can’t,” I said, sadly, “I’m sorry.”
Dylan’s face fell, “Oh, it’s okay, maybe another time?”
I smiled, “Sure,”
“Hey (Yn)—” Edward came into the room, his bag secured around his back and my bag in hand, and saw Dylan, “Oh hey.” He nodded at Dylan.
“Shall we go now?” Edward handed me my bag.
“Yeah,” I said, “Goodbye Dylan, see you around.”
He looked from Edward to me, and realized that Edward was taking me home. His face fell a bit, “Bye (Yn),”
He kissed my cheek briefly before leaving the room, “Get well soon,”
I blushed, “Thanks,”
Edward helped me up, his smile gone.
“So, that Dylan guy,” he stated.
“Yeah, what about him?”
“He likes you,”
“You think so?” I was dying a little inside.
“I don’t like it,”
I rolled my eyes, “Of course you don’t,”
“I like you,” Edward looked at the floor, “I really like you.”
“Edward…”
“Anyway,” he snapped his head up, forcing a smile, “Get on my back, I’ll carry you home.”
He turned around and knelt down, and I laughed, “What, I can’t! I’m wearing a dress!”
Edward chuckled and stood up, “Alright then…”
He picked me up again, and I did not protest this time as I knew it would be no use.
We got out of school, with everyone turning their heads and whispering. They all looked at us; the boys looking at Edward unhappily and some girls glaring at me. But most of the girls were just looking at me in awe.
I buried my head into Edward’s neck when we were about to reach the school gate, “Come on Edward, faster, everyone’s staring!”
Edward laughed, clearly enjoying himself. He slowed down a bit.
I groaned, and when we were finally on the street, I told him the direction to my house.
“Oh, I live nearby too!” Edward’s face lit up, “Maybe we can hang out more often!”
I shook my head, and halfway through the journey, Edward looked tired.
“Edward,” I looked at him, “I can walk, it’s okay.”
“I’m alright,” Edward said, grinning at me, “We’re almost there anyway.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,”
I stared at his face; he looked tired, but still smiling. I felt bad for him. He liked me so much and had done so much for me, and with the way I treated him, he still stayed by my side.
At last we got to my home. I pressed the doorbell in Edward’s arms, as he insisted on putting me down on my own sofa, and my mum came to open the door.
“Oh my God, what’s happening?” Mum looked shocked.
“Hi Mrs. (your last name), I'm Edward,” Edward smiled at her, “(Yn) twisted her ankle at school and I’m bring her back.”
“Oh that’s so sweet of you, come in,” my mum stood aside letting us in, looking at me with that expression that told me that she had so many questions for me. I sighed.
Edward put me down on the sofa, “Thank you so much Edward,” my mum said, “Would you like something to drink?”
“No thanks Mrs. (your last name), I guess I’ll go now,” he smiled at me, “Bye (Yn), get better soon.”
“Thank you Edward,” I returned a genuine smile, “Bye.”
Mum returned and sat on the sofa across from me after closing the door, and looked at me excitedly.
“How’s your ankle?” she asked me.
“It’s better now; can’t walk properly though,”
“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked, her eyes glistering. I knew this was coming.
“No, Mum,” I sighed, “He’s just a friend.”
“He seems like a gentleman, and boy, is he gorgeous!” Mum said, “And from the way he looked at you I can tell he likes you.”
“I know, he told me,”
“Then why aren’t you—”
“Mum,” I interrupted, “I don’t like him in that way; he’s too flirty.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,”
“Alright then…” Mum stood up, “But it’s a pity, he seems like a great guy, and you two look cute together.”
“Mum!” I protested.
“Okay okay, do you need help to go up to your room?”
Mum helped me up to my room, and I flopped down onto the bed to think about the things that had happened today.