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BPOV:

"Have a good day at school, sweetie!"

"Thanks, mom!" I called back, rolling my eyes and laughing. She did the same thing every day, and each day her well wishing became even more enthusiastic. But that was Renee. Very optimistic.

It was a cold autumn day in the cold town of Forks. Always cold. My truck unfortunately had broken down two nights ago, so I was forced to walk. Charlie offered me a lift, but declined. As much as I loved my dad, I did not want to take a ride to school in the cruiser. That was the last thing I needed.

I began walking backwards, smiling at Renee as she kissed Charlie on the cheek as he took off for work.

"Hey, kiddo, are you sure you don't want a ride?" he asked, rolling down the window as he drove slowly by me.

"I'm fine. Thanks, dad. I need the exercise anyway." I smiled at him in reassurance and he drove off to the police station.

He was always the worrier; telling me to carry pepper spray at all times. Always saying that I didn't know what kind of sicko's were out there. This was Forks, how bad could people be?

Of course, that's when I heard it – the snapping of a twig. It could have easily been some little critter. I turned around and saw nobody there. Silly Bella, I chastised myself silently, that's what you get for thinking about what your dad tells you. I continued to walk ahead, trying to get to school as quickly as possible.

I was about ten minutes away when I sensed someone around me again. This time, I was thinking of my English essay I had due. There had to be someone out there.

"Hey Bella!" A figured jumped in front of me, making me squeal and fall back on my butt.

"Ow.." I winced. "Jessica! What the hell are you doing?"

"Me? My house is right around the corner, I usually walk to school. What are you doing here? Don't you usually drive in your ugly truck?" she asked, raising one of her thinned out eyebrows.

"My truck broke down on Saturday."

"Typical you," she laughed, "come on or else we're going to be late," she said, grabbing my elbow.

"So, did you hear yet?" she said, starting with the small talk.

"About what?" Jessica always seemed to know all the latest gossip rumours. And while I didn't particularly care for them; she always seemed inclined to tell me.

"About Lauren Mallory! Oh my god, you don't know?" She asked, stopping.

"No.. the last time I saw Lauren Mallory was on Friday when she shredded my English paper and I got detention for punching her so- sorry. What was it about Lauren?"

"Well, apparently her parents came back from their fourth honeymoon in Spain on Sunday and found her dead in the living room. And, like, her guts were splattered across the carpet. Her mom, like, went into a like, psychotic breakdown or something."

"Do they know who did it?"

"No! And that's the thing! They found no trace or anything. It's like she could have done it herself. I mean, why would she? She was, like, so pretty. Who could be doing this? She was, like, my best friend forever.."

"Don't worry, Jess. I'm sure they will find whoever did this to her." I said, patting her arm. My own thoughts were all jumbled in my mind.

Who could do something like that? And why? Obviously, it wasn't random. If there was no DNA evidence, it had to be carefully thought out. Some people today..

"Bella!" I saw my best friend Alice jump in front of me.

"Hey, Al," I smiled, removing my arm from Jessica's finally.

"What is she doing walking with you?" Rosalie asked, nodding at Jessica. "You've walked her to school, now go run along a find some cheese, little mouse."

"Rose." I glared at her when Jessica was out of sight.

"What? Don't pretend like you didn't want her out of your sight," she said, folding her arms.

"Yeah, but you could've been nicer about it."

"Nicer doesn't suit Rosalie Hale very much," I heard the velvet voice of my boyfriend come up behind me and wrap his arms around my middle, kissing my cheek.

"Why didn't you ask me for a ride, Bella? I would've given you one," he said, his doe eyes looking sad.

"I didn't want to put you out or anything. My house is in the other direction, I didn't want to waste your gas or anything," I said biting my lip nervously. I didn't want him to be upset with me.

"Bella, I really don't mind. You know I'd do anything for you," he whispered, capturing my lips with his.

"Alright, lovebirds. Let's get to class!" Emmett said, pushing us both in the direction of the school entrance doors.

"You're riding home with me." Edward said, daring me to disagree with him.

"Fine." I said, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"That's my girl," his lips pressed firmly on my head.

X-x-X-x-X-x

The news of Lauren Mallory's death had spread throughout the school by lunchtime. All the chatter was buzzing about her; high school teenagers could never resist juicy gossip.

"So, who do you think it was?" Edward asked as we all sat at our lunch table.

"Well whoever it was, I'm glad she got canned. It was about time karma worked it's way to her," Rosalie said, biting on her celery stick.

"Rosalie!" Alice scowled.

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence. "Oh, don't pretend like you don't agree with me. She's been a bitch to Bella since high school began. The bitch had what was coming to her and that's it."

"That's still no reason to kill someone, babe." Emmett said, stroking Rosalie's arms. Trying to calm her down.

"Well, whatever the reason and whoever it is – that person is still out there. We have to careful from now on," Jasper said.

That was one thing about our group – we weren't just like any random high school group. We were family and we protected each other unconditionally.

"Which means any time the parents aren't around, we're not going to let you girls be alone," Edward chimed in.

"Aw. You love us, you really do love us!" I sung, dramatically putting a hand over my heart.

"Shut up, Isabella," Emmett said, knowing I hate the use of my full name, and threw a handful of fries at me.

X-x-X-x-X-x

"Hey, Isabella!"

Que puppy dog in 3.. 2.. 1.

"What's up?"

"It's Bella, Mike. Like I've been telling you the whole year. So, what's up?"

"Not much. I just.. I heard what happened to Lauren last night and I wanted you to know.."

"Know.. what?" I asked, attempted to smile.

"That if you ever need someone to talk to.. or even if you get scared, you can call me. And I'll be right over in a jiffy,"

"Er, thanks. But, you know.. I have my boyfriend for that. See ya," I said awkwardly, walking to Edward's Volvo to wait for him.

"Wait!" he said, grabbing my hand.

"What?" I asked impatiently. I really did not feel like talking to Mike Newton. I was tired and wanted to go home. Maybe I shouldn't have woken up so early this morning..

"Bella, I really like you. And I could take care of you. I'm so tired of waiting for you to see it, damn it! I'm much better than you boyfriend and I wish you would just see.."

"Mike.. stop."

"Is there a problem here?" Edward said, narrowing his eyes at Mike.

"No, none. I was just, uh, making sure Bella is okay. To, you know, wait here." Mike started backing away slowly.

"Was he bothering you?" Edward asked, helping me into the passenger side of his Volvo.

"No, it's fine. He was just.. being Mike." I said, rolling my eyes.

"You sure you don't want to hang out for a little bit?" Edward asked as he walked me to my front door ten minutes later.

"Yeah. I'm just.. exhausted. I didn't sleep well last night. I just need few hours sleep. But I'll call you later?"

"Okay. I love you," he said, kissing my lips.

"Love you more." I whispered, watching him leave my driveway.


Third Person's POV.

Jessica Stanley sat on her bed, flicking through the latest issue of Cosmopolitan. As usual, she was hoping that something could help her win Edward Cullen's affections. She only hung around with Bella Swan to try to get closer to Edward. Until Edward and his friends realized, and let's just say – Jessica steered clear of Bella when her boyfriend and friends were around.

"Hmm.. Rose petal perfume. Edward likes roses," Jessica said to herself.

She hopped off the bed and went down to the kitchen to take some roses out of the vase. She knew her mother wouldn't mind. It's not like she wouldn't get any new flowers. Her dad bought her mother flowers weekly, a shield to hide the fact that he was fucking his secretary.

Jessica had cut the petals and put them into a bowl and was about to head back upstairs.. then she felt a breeze. She went to the back door by the kitchen and found the door.. open. That's funny, she didn't leave it open.

She shook her head and closed it, bolting all the locks.

She turned to go back upstairs and a shadow appeared just as a strike of lightening bolted outside.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Jessica, Jessica, Jessica."

The figure came closer to her. She knew who it was, but didn't know what he was doing here. He didn't knock. There was something about him that scared her half to death. She knew she had to get out. So she threw the glass box of petals at him and made a run for the front door.

It didn't faze him though, it crashed to pieces and he pulled her legs and she fell on the floor. He continued pulling her into the kitchen. She was screaming as loud as she could, trying to fight. Her nails scratching on the floors.

"Help! Somebody, please!" She cried at the top of her lungs.

"There's no help for you now.." the voice said, grabbing her throat and taking one of the pieces of glass in his hand.

"Do you want to apologize for anything? A confession of sin perhaps?" he asked, holding the piece of glass very close to her face.

"Fuck you," she whispered then screamed out, "somebody! Help me!"

"Wrong answer.." he said and he pressed the glass into her cheek, down to her throat.