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Well here's the next chapter. Sorry that it's so long, I tried to make it short.

Decisions

By: HeyThereTwyla

I took my seat in photography class just before the bell rung. Mike didn't sit in his usual seat beside me though, only one other person besides Bella could do that. And she wasn't even an oldie here.

"As you all know, next week is spring break." My photography teacher, Mr., announced to the class. I cupped my hands over my mouth and howled like everyone else; we sounded like a bunch of werewolves.

I liked calling him Mr. Adams "Mr." It was short and simple, especially if I were to get in trouble, I could remember it easier. He wasn't a favorite teacher of mine.

"So that's why I'll be giving you a project to work on." He continued. I groaned with the rest of the class too, knowing this ought to get Mike's attention. He didn't look at me once. I shifted in my seat and glared at the back of his head.

"Aw, too bad, you can whine all you want because guess what? I don't care. This is your last year here, act like seniors." Mr. over did the sensitive sarcasm a bit on purpose. One thing he hated more than teaching high school students was teaching whiny high school students. He was the 'easy, get it done' type of person. "You'll have more than enough time to finish. It's about filming."

What was it going to be about? Picking our noses?

Austin Marks, a friend of Tyler Crowley's raised his hand. "What if we don't finish?"

Months before, Jacob Black, a kid that doesn't attend Forks High, came to talk to Bella. I think there was some tension between them sense it was Edward's girlfriend, but Jacob did come to see only her. Almost everyone here thought a fight was breaking out, but it didn't happen. Austin made a bet with Mike, Tyler and Ben Cheney that Jacob could take Cullen down. He is still betting to this day; we don't know how everything turned out. Unfortunately, I didn't see anything because my car broke down in the middle of nowhere. I had to ask Lauren to pick me up, so she didn't see anything either.

"Er... Easy," Mr. smiled, "Get it done." - which made no sense at all. Austin slumped lower in his seat, even more disappointed.

The teacher pulled out a box full of camcorders from underneath his desk, and this time I was the only one to groan. Mr. looked at me, eyes full of concern. "Are you okay Jessica? Are you sick?"

Usually, being pointed out in front of a class was what I liked... when it wasn't for doing something completely stupid. Blushing, I tried to ignore the fact that heads kept turning in my direction, just not the right one. And now, the message was clear to me; Mike was doing that on purpose. Was it, for once, that he couldn't resist my charm?

But if he couldn't resist my charm, why wasn't he staring at me? Which way was it supposed to go? Is your crush supposed to ignore you so they could get your attention, or was it supposed to be blatantly obvious?

"N-no," I started to answer. "I was just..." but I couldn't finish. What was the best way to explain that to a teacher? I kept my mouth shut. He nodded as if to understand.

"Anyways," he said, glancing at his watch, "class will be ending on an early note today, so I'm going to make this short. And... Since it is your first actual filming project for some of you, I guess I could cut you some slack." He looked up at the ceiling with a smug look, disgusted with himself for not coming up with anything better. "Make a film of yourself and your family; tell me about them. Tell me what they're like, don't just point the camera in their face and start saying names. Especially the wrong ones..." he sideways glanced at Willie, a cute-looking senior that had this class last year. Everyone laughed when they found out that message applied to him.

I looked at Willie and his short, curly brown hair. He was definitely the definition for cute, but he sure wasn't Mike.

... Mike.

Mike sat close to the new girl like he owned her. He turned his chair to face her, hovering over her like she was going to run. He looked up for a fraction of a second with a new pronounced look on his face. I saw his glare. I knew that glare. It was for Edward. But Edward didn't seem phased... again. He sat next to Ben Cheney, a brown haired kid with glasses, looking straight ahead at the teacher. Photography was the only class he had without his Bella; his poor girlfriend had gym.

And even if she was the clumsiest girl on the planet I would give anything to be in her shoes right now. I could bare the bruises.

Bruises... the word echoed through my mind, leaving a lost memory tugging there. I shook it out of my head, trying to concentrate.

With my attention back on Mike, I suddenly put two and two together. So he though she was going to run away to Cullen. I smiled, hoping that was a possibility. Then I could have it my way both ways - Mike would be free from Alexis, and Bella would be alone. If only Edward weren't being so difficult and he would start dating someone new for a change. But I knew him well enough to know better than to think that. For him to date someone else would be like... Mike and Edward both dumping their girls for me. It. Just. Couldn't. Happen. And I always got what I wanted. Those two girls were in my way.

Alexis and Bella, their names forced their way into my brain, breaking through my other thoughts to let themselves be known to me; so that whenever I thought of them, I could choke and gag until I had something better to think of. Or die. I didn't understand it! They were controlling my own mind like they were controlling the rest of the school.

...Not on purpose.

They didn't even try. They didn't need to try. And I worked so hard...

Feeling guilty for yourself will get you nowhere, so my mother told me. And then told everyone else about my problems. Inheriting this trait from her only worked good for special occasions that weren't my own. Big, juicy gossip...

...You just need to put the past behind you...

And think of my future. Some strange thought kept pulling at my mind and it was bugging me. I drew in a deep breath, ignoring it.

Where would I be in ten years? Not living with Mike at this rate we were going. But why was I thinking about my future? I could always fulfill my long-loved bream to become Paparazzi, blending in with the crowd.

Where would Edward and Bella be in ten years? Would they be an average family like everyone else? I kept getting these bad impressions that they really weren't anything... ordinary. My thoughts were burning to investigate.

The laughter of the classroom was enough to pull me from my reverie; my eyes were locked on Edward. His were pitched black, no longer friendly looking. Instead he looked... cold. His stare, his expression... everything. I looked down not wanting to be noticed and noticed something of my own. I had been rubbing the scar on my left hand; I must've gotten it years ago, I couldn't exactly remember.

I nodded my head left, then right. There it was again, the same tugging at my brain, trying to make me figure it out. It made no sense to me.

"Okay class, school ends in about five minutes. Anymore questions about your project?" Mr. asked. A few hands shot up at once. "And yes," he continued, "If you decide not to do it, you will receive an F." Their hands went down. Mr. smiled. "Mr. Cullen, will you please hand out the camcorders?"

Edward got out of his seat to follow his orders.

"Grab one on your way out. Remember, you break it, you pay for it. Class dismissed." the teacher announced. Everyone screamed and crowded the door as they picked up their camcorders. I made my way over.

"Thanks Edward." I winked, forgetting about what I had seen just a few minutes ago. When I turned my head in Mike's direction, he still hadn't noticed me.

Ugh! The whole period gone without being noticed! He'd never done that before!

Someone's sickeningly smooth velvet voice chuckled behind me. I tried my best to stay angry, nostrils flared, my game face on when I looked at Edward. Do you think this is funny Cullen? Just because you have a girlfriend doesn't mean she's going to be with you forever!

That only caused him to laugh harder. That's as weird as anything got between us. Sometimes it was like he could read my mind or something. It aggravated me.

"Jessica," a familiarly sweet voice called my name. I turned to see Mike sauntering toward me, a grin plastered on his face. I straitened my outfit, ready for my 'flirtilator' to kick in and my smile widened with anger when I saw that someone had tagged alongside him.

Alexis...

His arm was snaked around her neck and hers around his waist. I grimaced, trying to hide my hurtful expression and played with my fingers nervously.

"I don't know what was up with Lauren at lunch today, and I'm sorry I snapped at you. I don't think you got to fully know Lexxa, have you?" he asked me.

So it was Lexxa now. He wanted me to get to know Lexxa. Lexxa, Alexis, Lexxa, miss perfect. "Uh, no... Hi Lexxa." I clicked my tongue. "So Mike, do you have any plans this weekend?" I curled my arm around his waist too. My rude behavior seemed to finally trigger to Alexis that I didn't like her. I didn't feel right doing it either, but this was Mike we are talking about... there was no way for me to think of him as being someone else other than mine.

"Okay, I get it." She finally cracked. "There's something going on between you two, and obviously I'm not accepted yet." She eyed me with the question 'Why' burning behind her purple irises. "Anyways, Mike, call me when you get this thing figured out. See you." With one last glance at me she walked away. Mike started to walk after her but I caught him by the arm.

"Mike, wait."

"What do you want?" he snapped.

"I needed to talk to you."

"Why? We've already talked before; I'm done talking to you." That would've hit home if there wasn't a reason behind all of this. "I never should have asked you to the dance."

I frowned. "Did you really ask me, or was it your conscience? I found out that you only did it because you felt sorry for me. Why do you take orders from her?"

He knew I was talking about Bella, but ignored my question anyways. "Yeah, and I feel sorry for you now because you keep following me around. I'm never going to get married because of you."

I giggled.

"I'm being serious." he spat out. "Why can't you just leave me alone? Please?"

Now I was really pissed. "You know, that's exactly the way Bella felt when you kept standing on her heels!"

But with every smart comment I made, his were always worse. His eyes grew angrier when I mentioned Bella's name. "Well, I'm not messing with her anymore, so maybe you should do the same. Jessica Stanley, just stay out of my life."

I wanted to say something back but my jaw locked in place. My tears were daring to spill over, but they held back. I was not going to cry in front of him, he'd only think that I was giving up. I watched as he turned to leave, and this time I didn't even think of trying to stop him.

The few deep breaths were needed to help me calm down; whispers were heard behind me. I turned to find Edward and Bella making their way towards the other end of the school. My eyes locked on their intertwined fingers. It just wasn't fair. She got everything! My hands tried to make its way into a fist but I was grasping firmly onto something. My camcorder. I glanced at them again, then back down, eyeing the smooth, expensive plastic.

They had a secret, I knew they did. It had been a long time since I ever gossiped about anything, nothing good has happened in the past few months other than the Cullens' return.

Holding the camera firmly in my hands, I reluctantly made my way after them, falling secretly into step behind. My decision was made; I was going to find a secret about them - even if it took me forever. Mike's situation would just have to wait.

And the plot begins.

These were suppsoed to be the only two chapters for a one shot, but if you want me to continue, just tell me. I have a plot. The Review buttony is waiting...