Alice POV
We were all anxiously seated in the living room waiting for Edward's arrival from Port Angeles. I was cuddled next to Jasper who was staring at the door with intense concentration. Carlisle was quietly reading a book in the single sofa, while Esme paced nervously across the kitchen waiting for Edward's arrival. Rosalie was upstairs throwing a silent fit about Edward's obsessed behavior this morning with Emmett trying desperately to console her.
Since today it was one of those rare sunny days, we all stayed at home and watched Edward worry loudly throughout the whole day about his new infatuation, Bella.
"Do you think she's okay? What if she trips and hits her head on the cement? Will she be okay?"
And so it went on. He asked me to check on her every five minutes to see if she would contract some kind of trouble in a closed classroom. Eventually I got too annoyed and ignored him altogether.
He learned, with his ability to read minds, that Bella was going on a shopping trip with Jessica and Angela at Port Angeles during the evening. This is when he would start tracking down Jessica to stalk his latest preoccupation.
Once he left, we all were totally aware that: Edward plus his singer plus alone time equaled not good. Yet, we know that nothing we could do or say would be able to stop him. So, we just waited for him to come home, hopefully sustaining the "vegetarian eyes".
I knew he wouldn't do anything that could kill Bella because he couldn't read her mind. An opportunity to distract himself his boring of a "life" was presented and he gladly took it. Still, I could not understand why he put himself through the pain of thirst just to see a human girl.
I was abruptly brought out of my reverie when I was transported to the Volvo.
Bella was grudgingly taking off my brother's leather jacket, taking a whiff of his scent during the process, draping it on the passenger seat. He wished her a goodnight as she stumbled out of the car into the house. The porch light flickered off leaving Edward in the dark.
He did not leave yet, though. Hesitating, he gingerly lifted his jacket and brought the fabric to his face. His nose skimmed across the smooth leather as he let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Freesia," he murmured lightly to himself, taking a deeper inhale of Bella's natural aroma.
He put his jacket back on, a futile action, seeing as vampires don't exactly get cold and backed out of the driveway while breathing through the sleeves.
I was brought back to the living room where Jasper was looking as me, questioning silently with concern what I just saw. Instantly I realized why Edward was so maniacally engrossed with Bella.
"What's wrong?" Jasper commanded lightly. I stayed silent processing the joy that I had for my brother.
I turned to Jasper, query still sculpted on his face as a huge grin plastered onto my face.
"He's whipped."