It was Thursday morning, and we had just pulled into the school. I saw Bella sitting in her truck, and I could feel the mischief and excitement rolling from her direction. I was instantly cautious, getting out of Edwards volvo and walking slowly towards her. She smiled at me and hopped out of her truck, big wrapped box in hand.
"Here. I bought you something," she said excitedly, thrusting the box at my stunned form. I cautiously took the package and examined it. It was a large box, wrapped in pink playboy bunny wrapping paper, with a large silver bow on it. It also smelled, badly.
"Stop looking at it like it's gonna bite you," she laughed. "Quite the opposite, in fact. Open it," she demanded, pushing a wave of impatience at me. So I opened it.
"I brought you lunch!" she exclaimed proudly, as I stared in horror at the rabbit cowering away from me in the corner of the box.
"I told you it wouldn't bite you, but you can sure bite it! Mmm, Mmm, Good!"she said, rubbing her stomach. And then she walked off, laughing, leaving me standing there holding the box.
"She is a fragile package," I whispered, speaking more to myself than anyone else. I felt my families shock, and realized what I had just said. It was true, though. I was attached to the fragile little human girl. To Bella. Sometime during the last week of fuckery, I had become attached. Congratulations, it's a girl. I blamed it on the rabbit.