"I lost the game," Edward murmured to Jasper, who was sitting next to him.
"Damn it, Edward!" Jasper hissed, annoyed. "That's the eleventh time today! You're supposed to not think about it."
"It isn't me that's thinking about it," Edward explained, also annoyed at the apparent outbreak of thoughts about 'the game' in Fork's High School. "Besides, you know the rules, I have to say it if I think about it, and I only think about it 'cause someone else does first."
Grudgingly, Jasper nodded and they went on with the day. By the end of the day, Edward had lost the game forty-seven times, and the only family member to not get an overload of it was Emmett, because he didn't have any classes with Edward. Emmett had, however, noticed how much the game idea bothered Edward, and locked that away in his mind for later use.
When the Cullen's got home, Edward thought that he would have the rest of the day and night to spend away from the idea of the game. Trying to relax by playing the piano, Edward started a beautiful piece that he had once written for Esme. Suddenly, Emmett was thinking some message to him, but Edward kept playing easily while he listened.
Hey, Edward, Emmett thought, mentally snickering. Edward only had a moment to think that he didn't want to know before Emmett continued. I lost the game.
Right when the thought sunk in, Edward's fingers hit multiple wrong keys and created a loud clashing noise on the piano. Growling, Edward took his hands away from the keys. "Emmett!" Edward yelled, aggravated, and looked up just in time to see Emmett dashing out the door, presumably to hunt. Sighing, Edward sat back down at his piano and started the piece over.
This is going to be a long night.