THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE AND I PROBABLY WON'T END UP FINISHING IT EITHER

summary: Edward wants Bella. One problem: he's with Alice, and Bella is married to Jasper. Does anyone know what polyfidelity means?

characters (POVs underlined): Angela, Rosalie/Emmett, mention of Jasper/Bella

warnings: au/ah. wip. explicit content. profanity.

disclaimer: fic•tion [fíksh'n]: literary works of imagination

author's notes: the focus of this story is NOT Angela, this prologue was really just an excuse to introduce Rosalie and Emmett. the next chapters will be less cheery, darker, sexier and from different POVs. special thanks goes to my beta emily_sheppard. i'm really curious to know what everyone thinks, since this is just a work in progress.

OF LOVE AND RAZORBLADES;;

prologue: this is just the prologue

(Angela POV)

"All you have to remember is to keep your head high and talk to someone when it gets to be too much," Rosalie said; she had been doing most of the talking since she'd picked me up at the train station. We were currently driving around the large campus, on the way to my dorm. "I'm telling you, there's nothing worse than bottling everything up," she glanced at me briefly, giving me a once-over, before returning her attention to the road. "No matter how proud you are."

"I take it you speak from personal experience?" I asked, huddled comfortably in the car seat, happy that Rosalie's car had air-conditioning. The weather outside was almost brutal; according to the weather forecast the hot Californian sun would be our companion for at least another two weeks. Not that I minded; it was nice to be in a place where the sun actually broke through the clouds now and again.

"College can be pretty intimidating," Rosalie went on, and made another turn. I had a map of the campus in my hands, but Rosalie seemed to know her way so well that she hadn't bothered showing me where we were going. I'd have to figure it out by myself later. "I wish I'd had someone to help me out when I first got here." I briefly wondered if she was just trying to put me at ease. Rosalie didn't exactly strike me as someone that was easily intimidated. Not only was she absolutely gorgeous and could easily get anyone to help her out, she just struck me as a very self-reliant person.

"Thanks for doing this, by the way," I said, making sure that she knew how much I appreciated this. "I know my mom and your mom kind of forced us into this." The first time my mom told me that she'd spoken to Rosalie's mother, about her taking me under her wing at college, I could have all but sank through the ground. I knew Rosalie from Forks High, but I'd never actually talked to her or anything; we sort of ran in completely different circles. Her openness with me now had me surprised, maybe college had loosened her up a bit.

"Nonsense," Rosalie exclaimed, and shook her head sturdily. She was a very fast driver; I was grateful she'd told me to put on my seatbelt. "It's not every day I get to see anyone from back home, next to my fiancé of course." She smiled, and I guessed that she was picturing her fiancé vividly. Emmett McCarty, I remembered him as well, big and bulky. The kind of guy you didn't want to mess with. "I hope you got your schedule?" She looked at me again, and I held up the folder I'd been handed earlier by a college administrator.

"I think you'll fit right in here," Rosalie added, and made one final turn, coming to a halt in front of my home for the next year: Florence Moore Hall. It looked just like the brochures, only a bit busier right now with all the other students moving in. "Trust me." I had to admit that Rosalie's attempts at making me feel at home were working; she was acting like a big sister. I was used to being the big sister around the house, taking care of my brothers and all. It was nice to have Rosalie look after me now that I was so far from home.

"What are the teachers like?" I asked as I got out of the car. Both Rosalie and I walked towards the trunk, where some of my suitcases were stowed away; the others were in the backseat. I knew my mom was sending some of the rest of my stuff over as well. "Are they strict?" I wasn't exactly a bad student, but back home all the teachers knew me by name. I even ran into them at the grocery store. Now I just hoped I wouldn't drown in the endless stream of college students. "I hear Dr Cullen's classes are monstrous."

"False," Rosalie answered as if she was in some kind of game show. "Dr Cullen is one of the nicest professors you'll ever have. He gives off this whole fatherly vibe." She swung my largest suitcase from the trunk in one swoop; I never knew she was that strong. "I mean, he doesn't go soft on his students, but seriously, he's a good guy." Rosalie's assessment of Dr Cullen put me only slightly at ease; she wasn't taking any of his classes. "And with any luck you'll have a class with his TA as well."

"Bella Hale?" I asked, looking down at my course schedule for this semester. Hale. Wasn't that Rosalie's last name too? Was that just a coincidence, or were the two of them related?

"Yes," Rosalie nodded, and closed the trunk. Some of my stuff was still in the car, but I guessed she didn't want to run the risk of any of it disappearing while we were taking the other bags upstairs. "She can be more strict than Dr Cullen but that's only when you do wrong by her. I don't think you'll have any problems there."

"Is she related to Jasper Hale?" I asked curiously. I'd seen his name somewhere on my schedule as well. Rosalie turned to me in question. "I'm taking his computer class," I explained, shrugging. Were they all related?

"Quite a schedule you've got there, missy." Rosalie put her hands at her sides and looked at me, disapproving. I knew I was taking more classes than other freshmen, but my guidance counsellor had assured me that I could handle it. If it turned out that I couldn't, there were certain classes I could drop. For now I was just determined to figure out my options. "They're not related. They're married," Rosalie explained, and grabbed two of my bags. I took hold of the other two. "Jasper lived with my family for a while when he was nine while his biological mother was suing for custody. He's a distant cousin of mine."

That explained a lot. If Jasper was nine when he lived with Rosalie, and assuming they were the same age, that would have made me about five. No chance I would have remembered him ever having lived in Forks. "Did his mother get custody?" I asked. I wondered what had happened.

"Unfortunately," Rosalie sighed, but I got the feeling it was more out of anger at the verdict than my asking. We walked towards the building together, my bags in tow. I never could have thought that one day I'd be having this kind of conversation with Rosalie Hale. "One of his teachers contacted social services after suspecting that Jasper was being abused. I don't know if it's true."

"That's so sad,"

"Tell me about it," Rosalie shook her head disapprovingly; I could only imagine what Jasper must be like. I guessed I would find out soon enough; but then, if he was teaching here at Stanford University, something must have gone right for him. "I never thought I'd see him again, until we met here in our freshman year. Bella and I have become quite close as well." We crossed the sunlit green quad; all around us people were carrying bags in and out. "They're the cutest couple you'll ever see." Rosalie sounded like she actually envied them for that.

"Rose!" a male voice called out from across the quad. We both turned towards the sound. I recognised him immediately as he ran over to us: Emmett.

"Hey babe." He threw an arm around Rosalie and kissed her full on the lips. I looked down at my feet quickly. Even after all these years, the two of them couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. "You must be Angela," he said. I looked up at the sound of my own name, and found him staring at me, a big grin on his face. I only nodded in response.

"Emmett's been helping out some of the fraternities," Rosalie said, probably hoping it would explain to me what he was doing around here. I knew they lived in the graduate residences together, which was quite a sturdy walk from here. "Frat-boy all the way."

"Boo-ya!" Emmett bellowed, but it didn't seemed to attract any attention from any other students. Maybe they were used to this. I realised Emmett hadn't changed one bit since high school, other than maybe his exponentially expanding forearms.

"I was just telling Angela about Bella and Jasper," Rosalie looked up at Emmett lovingly and placed a hand on his chest. However they knew Bella and Jasper Hale, it was clear that there was some kind of special friendship there.

"Oh yeah, great folks," Emmett nodded and looked at me again. "And our inspiration." I had no idea what he meant by that, but it was clear that Emmett was slightly drunk at the moment; at least he was managing to stay upright.

Suddenly, a car honked loudly behind us. "Oh shoot, I have to go," Rosalie turned around and waved towards the car; I guessed it was her ride. "Emmett babe, could you help Ange with her bags please?" she looked up at Emmett hopefully and handed him her car keys. She didn't wait for an answer; she turned to me and threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. That was new. "Good luck, and if there's anything you need, anything at all, don't hesitate to call or drop by," she looked at me again, and smiled. College really had changed her; she would never have been this nice to me back home. "We're over at the Munger Graduate Residence, name's on the bell," she called back before disappearing into the car.

"Okay," Emmett clapped his hands together, and took all four of my bags into his arms at once. I stared after him, wide-eyed yet smiling. College was definitely going to be something.

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