Thank you to SandiCarr and smexy4smarties over at Project Team Beta for beta-ing this chapter for me.

"The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends."

–Bowling For Soup, High School Never Ends

Edward Cullen

1. Edward's Enrolled at RLA

Sixteen-year-old Edward Cullen walked with his twin sister towards the entrance of Ramsay Linne Academy. He heard Rosalie suck in a sharp breath beside him at the sight of the large and intimidating campus. She shifted uneasily on her feet, readjusting her grip on her suitcase.

All around them students were roaming the campus, carrying their belongings to their assigned dorm rooms. The Cullen siblings stood there for a moment, watching as old friends greeted each other with friendly hugs and began chatting about how they had spent their summers. Edward was easily able to pick out the new students by noticing how they were wandering around the campus, looking a little lost as they tried to familiarize themselves with their new surroundings. They reminded him of himself when he first arrived at the elite boarding school a year ago.

Edward turned his head and watched his sister's expression curiously. Up until now, Rosalie had been attending a public school not too far from their mom's house in Chicago. He wasn't sure how she would take being so far away from home.

Edward noticed that her eyes had been drawn to the gorgeous water fountain that rested in the middle of the courtyard. It was like any other that you would see in the garden of a millionaire's home except that theirs had the statue of a lynx, the school mascot, crouching proudly at the base of the fountain. The detail on the lynx was beautifully done. You could see how its upper lip curled high above its sharp teeth, ready to pounce. Edward always thought that the posture of the wild cat showed how fierce the students of Ramsay Linne Academy were; they were proud and strong, and always ready to fight for what was theirs.

Rosalie's green eyes, which both she and Edward had inherited from their father, twinkled with amazement at the sight.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Edward asked, nudging Rosalie playfully.

"Understatement of the year," she breathed in response. The awe that was audible in Rosalie's voice made Edward chuckle.

"Let's head to your dorm room, Rose. These bags are beginning to take a toll on me." Edward grunted dramatically.

"I thought you were supposed to be all cocky and macho." Rosalie giggled. "After all, you are the Edward Cullen, son of the famous director and the successful author."

Edward rolled his eyes teasingly. "Are you suggesting otherwise, Miss Cullen?"

Rosalie giggled again and darted forward as Edward made a grab for her.

"Come on, I want to see my dorm room," she whined impatiently, her voice losing its playfulness as it became anxious.

Edward felt a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. He found her sudden change in attitude childlike, but still adorable.

"Do you remember what hall you're in?" Edward asked, leading the way to where all of the dorm rooms were located. It was a short walk, not too far from the courtyard.

"Yeah, Lawrence Hall."

"That's across from mine. Not too bad of a walk then."

"What hall are you in?" Rosalie wondered.

"Covington," he answered easily.

Edward watched as Rosalie nodded, her eyes staring straight ahead. From the look on her face, her brother knew that she was nervous. He wanted to tell her that there was nothing to worry about and that Ramsay Linne Academy was a great school. However, knowing his sister, the words would just go through one ear and out the other. Instead, Edward threw a casual arm around her shoulder, silently offering sibling support.

"We've been to hell and back, Rose," he murmured, his words only meant for her to hear. "This should be a piece of cake compared to what we went through with Emily. 'Sides, you've got me standing by your side. Nothing can touch you here."

Rosalie let out a breath that Edward assumed she must have been holding. He knew that bringing up their four-year-old sister who had died two years prior would bring back the pain that she had tried to bury so long ago, but he also knew that she wouldn't have heard him if he hadn't of brought up Emily. Edward wasn't one to open up old wounds, but he needed Rosalie to understand that he was there for her no matter what the situation.

Rosalie turned her head and shot Edward an appreciative smile. "Thank you," she murmured, a small smile playing on the corner of her lips.

"It's my job," Edward responded, shrugging coolly.

They were standing in front of Lawrence Hall at that point. Edward held the door open for Rosalie and she smiled at him in thanks. Edward ignored the looks that they got from the girls lounging around. They varied from looks of surprise to glares. He grabbed Rosalie's elbow and led her over to the room listings that were posted on a bulletin board. Edward ran his finger down the names, stopping once he reached Cullen.

"Cullen, Rosalie, sophomore, room 198," Edward read.

He peeked over at Rosalie when he didn't get a response. He realized then that she wasn't paying him any attention. Instead, she was taking in everything around them. Edward glanced around the room, trying to remember what it felt like during his freshman year when everything was so new to him. Even though he had heard that Ramsay Linne Academy was a great boarding school, he was still nervous, just like any normal fifteen-year-old kid would be.

As Edward continued scanning his eyes around the room, they stopped on a girl that was smiling at the two of them. Her skin was a little on the pale side, and her eyes were a dark blue. Edward could see from across the room that they shined with happiness and held a fire that burned bright. Her hair was black and fell in curls a couple of inches past her shoulders. She had a cute face, Edward had to admit.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to see if he recognized her from somewhere, but he came up blank. Her smile was different from the ones that most girls shot at him. Instead of a failed attempt at being seductive, the girl's smile was gentle and genuine. Feeling slightly unsure, Edward grabbed Rosalie's hand and tugged on it gently, finally gaining her attention.

"Yeah?" she mumbled.

"Your room number is 198. Be sure to remember it. It's no fun having to go to the dorm advisor because you forgot which room was yours. Trust me."

His sister's smile was bright and radiated happiness as she dropped her stuff on one of the two beds, the other already having sheets, a comforter, and about a million pillows on it. It was recommended for students to bring their own blankets and whatnot for their beds. The school didn't provide them, and if you forgot, you'd have to wait until the weekend to purchase any.

Ramsay Linne Academy was a wealthy school. They were able to afford things that other boarding school couldn't, luxurious dorm rooms being one of them. Each dorm room was slightly different, usually depending on the hall that it was in. Half of the walls in Rosalie's dorm room were painted a pale green, while the other half were painted a dark pink. It was already furnished with a spotless white couch, two decent sized beds, two white dressers, and an average sized closet.

"What's in there?" she asked, pointing to the door next to the closet.

Dropping his luggage on the ground, Edward sat on the bed that Rosalie had claimed as hers.

"I'm assuming that that's the bathroom."

Rosalie cocked her head to the side. "Really? I thought that boarding schools had shower rooms and what not." Her tone told him that she thought that he was lying to her, teasing her.

Edward shrugged and smiled cheekily at his sister.

"Go check it out for yourself if you don't believe me. This isn't any ordinary boarding school, Rose. You've enrolled at Ramsay Linne Academy."

Rosalie rolled her eyes at his dramatic tone.

"How did the school get its name?" she wondered, her voice intrigued as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "It doesn't sound like a normal school name to me. The boarding school not to far from mom's house in Chicago was called Rosewood Academy."

Edward shrugged again. "The school is still fairly new, and the founders were Marcus and Didyme Ramsay. Marcus gave the school his last name, hence the Ramsay part. As far as I know, I think that Linne was Didyme's middle name. I guess the school was sort of like a tribute to her, as well as their entire family. Marcus was the headmaster for a few years, but he retired not too long ago and gave the job to their eldest son, Caius."

Edward chuckled at the look on Rosalie's face. It was a mixture of awe and fascination. "There's a family portrait in the main hall," he added.

"Really?"

Edward nodded before sighing. "I probably should head to my room. I have to get there before my roommate steals the good bed. I wasn't lucky enough to get a single."

Pouting teasingly, he made Rosalie giggle. After kissing her on the cheek, he turned and headed towards the door, bumping into someone in the process. The petite girl tumbled backwards and would have fallen if Edward hadn't of caught her.

"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" he asked, catching the girl around the waist before setting her on her own two feet. As he took a step back, he realized that it was the same blue-eyed girl that he had seen downstairs.

"Yeah," the girl breathed, her voice a tad bit shaky as she stared up at Edward in a daze.

"I'm Edward Cullen," he introduced, holding out his hand. "Rose's older brother." He motioned to Rosalie with a nod of his head. Edward was only older than her by a couple of minutes, but he never let Rosalie forget it.

"Alice Brandon," the girl mumbled shyly, her face turning red. She shook Edward's hand for a brief second before pulling her hand back, almost as if Edward had burned her. "Rose's roommate."

The sound of a soft giggle behind Alice made Edward look up. There, standing behind her friend was a beautiful brunette. She was staring at him with dark brown eyes that were dancing with amusement.

"And you are?" Edward asked, a cocky smirk making its way onto his face.

The girl raised a delicate eyebrow at him. "Bella Swan. It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so many wonderful things about you around the campus."

Edward's grimace made both Alice and Bella snicker.

He heard another softer giggle, but this time it came from his sister, who had moved from the couch and was now sitting cross-legged on her new bed. Her eyes were shining with curiosity as she watched him. Edward's grimace was replaced with a small smile, and his green eyes softened when he looked at her. He walked back over to her and wrapped his arms around her small body in a strong, protective hug. He kissed her forehead before pulling away.

"Text me when you get done unpacking, alright?"

"Sure thing, Edward. Now shoo; go get your bed," she teased, her voice soothing and gentle.

Rosalie smiled warmly at him. Edward couldn't help but smile back or the amused chuckle that escaped his lips. He felt content when he saw a real smile light up her face, making her glow. It had been two years since he had seen that smile, and he hoped that he wouldn't have to wait as long before he got to see it again.

Yeah, he thought, convincing dad to let Rosalie transfer here was a great idea.

After grabbing his bags, Edward smiled kindly at the two girls, glancing at Bella once more, before heading down the hallway.

On the ground floor of every hall that was meant for dorm rooms, there was a lounge where students could relax and socialize. It happened to be one of the many things on the brochure that Edward had shown his father when he was telling him about RLA, before he had given in and allowed him to attend the elite boarding school.

The lounge in Covington Hall was filled with guys ranging from freshmen to seniors. All of them were either sitting on the couches, watching the football game playing on the flat screen, talking to friends, or waiting in line for the elevator.

After making his way over to where the dorm room listings were posted on a bulletin board, Edward searched the papers for his name.

"Cullen, Edward, sophomore, room 227," he read quietly to himself. Edward felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips when he realized that he had been assigned to the same room that he had had the year before.

The line for the elevator was excruciatingly long. Edward was jealous that Lawrence Hall had two elevators whereas Covington Hall only had one. If there was one thing that he thought would improve student life at RLA, it was more elevators in both dorm and school buildings.

After waiting impatiently in line for over five minutes, Edward was relieved when he finally made it to his dorm room. When he opened the door, he scowled when he saw that his roommate had already claimed the good bed. Sighing to himself, Edward dropped his bags onto the bed that he would be sleeping in for the next ten months. The bed squeaked under the weight of the luggage. Edward resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Well, well, well, look who's finally here," a familiar voice said from the doorway.

Edward looked over his shoulder, a wide smile making its way onto his face when he saw who was standing behind him. "Emmett? Seriously? You're my roommate?"

Emmett hadn't changed at all over the summer. His hair was just as brown and just as curly as Edward remembered, and his eyes were still the familiar dark brown that they had always been. Edward noticed that he had gotten snakebites over the summer, probably for his birthday. Edward would have liked to see how his parents reacted to that. The thought made him want to laugh and cringe at the same time.

If you were to stick Edward and Emmett next to each other, they'd look strikingly similar. Last year their math teacher had mistaken them for being brothers, despite the two of them having different last names. It was a little more than awkward when parent night rolled around and Mr. Bowns was congratulating Edward's dad, Carlisle, on having two smart kids in the family. Carlisle had found it funny and laughed, but when Emmett's no-nonsense, strict parents found out, they were less than amused. Whenever Carlisle saw Emmett, he still joked about him being the kid he forgot that he had.

"No one else was willing to put up with you," Emmett answered Edward's question with a chuckle, pulling his friend into a one armed hug with a wide grin on his face.

"How was your summer?" Edward asked, moving to start unpacking his clothes.

Emmett went to lie on his bed, leaning against the elegant headboard. "Eh, so-so. My parents made me get a job."

Edward stared at him. "Are you telling me that you actually got off your spoiled, lazy ass and worked this summer?" he asked, his voice and face genuinely shocked.

Emmett glared at him. "I could work if I wanted to!" he insisted, crossing his arms like an irritated child who had just been told that he couldn't have ice cream before dinner.

"Did you want to?" A smirk made its way onto Edward's face, already knowing the answer to his question.

"Okay, I said that I got a job. I never said that it lasted."

Edward snickered at his friend. "What'd you do to get fired?"

"What didn't I do? I never came in on time, was rude to the customers, that sort of thing. I only lasted about two weeks before my parents finally had enough and fired me."

"What was the job?"

"Answering phones at their company. They wanted me to learn responsibility."

Edward couldn't help but snort. "You are anything but responsible."

Emmett nodded and hummed in agreement before pulling out his phone.

"How's Jasper?" Edward wondered after a moment of silence. "Have you seen him since you got here?"

"I got here five days ago, and it's been so boring. Jaz got here yesterday, I think. Maybe the day before that. I don't remember," he answered with a shrug, not looking up from his phone as his thumbs slid across the keyboard. "But, yeah, he's good. He and I chatted the other day during lunch and he told me about how he spent the summer with his aunt and uncle in Texas."

"That's nice," Edward commented as he focused on putting his undershirts away.

"You know, a little bird told me that a certain Cullen transferred here this year. Rosalie, right?"

Edward glared icily at his friend as he resisted the urge to growl like a caveman.

"Emmett, I don't care if you're my friend or not; I want you to leave my sister alone. I'm not going to stand on the sidelines and watch as you play with her until you get bored or something better comes along and break her heart," he growled. Edward's voice was laced with the protectiveness that bubbled up inside of him whenever Rosalie was involved.

Edward wasn't going to let his best friend play with her like she was some kind of toy. He knew that Emmett wouldn't be able to resist at least flirting with her, and he knew that he needed to lay down the law before he even laid his brown eyes on her. When Edward looked over at his friend, Emmett was holding his hands up in surrender and chuckling quietly.

"Chill out, man. I was only joking, gosh. No need to take it so seriously." When Edward didn't laugh and continued to glare at him, Emmett sighed. "Okay, bad joke, I'll admit that."

"Emmett, promise me that you won't mess around with my sister."

"If it means that much to you, then, okay, I promise."

Edward sighed, relieved. "Thanks," he muttered, turning back to his suitcase. Yes, Emmett was a good friend, but Edward knew that it would take nothing short of an amazing woman to ever capture his heart. The longest relationship that Emmett had ever had was probably about a month. But after it ended, Edward heard that he had just been fascinated with the poor girl. He never actually liked Lauren Mallory. Lauren was apparently really quiet and shy, and he wanted to see if he could break her out of her shell. When he accomplished that, she just couldn't hold his attention or interest. Emmett had tried to convince him that Lauren was the one who broke up with him, but Edward never believed him. He was never a very good liar.

Edward had actually seen Lauren on his way into Covington Hall. She looked happy and was holding hands and talking animatedly with Riley Crowley, whom Edward knew was a nice guy. He was happy for her. Lauren was a really sweet girl and she deserved to be happy.

Call it his over-protective nature, but Edward didn't want Rosalie ending up getting hurt the same way that Lauren had.

"Imagine if I started dating Vanessa," Edward said suddenly, turning around and watching in satisfaction as Emmett's face darkened at the mention of his fifteen-year-old sister. Vanessa had considered attending Ramsay Linne Academy with her brother, but eventually, she decided on a boarding school an hour away.

"How would you feel about that? Actually, now that I think about it, I'm going to give her a call later. I haven't seen her since she visited you last year. Who would it hurt, right?" Edward taunted.

"Okay, okay, I get your point," Emmett grumbled.

Edward chuckled and finished unpacking in silence. Just as he shut the last drawer, his cell phone chirped in his jean pocket. Quickly pulling it out, he read the text message from Rosalie, telling him that she had finished unpacking and was hanging out with some new friends in the lounge.

Great. Meet me by the fountain so that I can give you a tour of the campus. If you can't remember how to get there, I'm sure your roommate and her friend won't mind helping you. —Edward

"Where are you going?" Emmett asked as he watched Edward stand up from his spot on the bed.

"I was planning on showing Rose around the school. Why do you ask?"

"Do you mind if I tag along? I already finished unpacking days ago and I'm bored. I need some entertainment. 'Sides, I want to meet the girl that you're always going on and on about," he said, his voice and face completely innocent, but Edward could see a glint in his eye.

He stared at him for a long moment, trying to figure out if Emmett was being truthful of just trying to pull his leg.

"I won't even talk to Rosalie if she doesn't talk to me first, I promise, Edward. No funny business, you have my word," Emmett tried to persuade him.

Sighing, Edward nodded reluctantly. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep Emmett away from Rosalie for long, no matter how much he wanted to or tried.

Why do I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this later? he asked himself as the two of them left their dorm room.

Edward and Emmett walked out of Covington Hall and headed towards the courtyard. When they reached it, Edward stopped in his tracks. He wasn't surprised to see that Rosalie was already there, but he was surprised when he saw that she wasn't alone. One of his best friends, Jasper Whitlock, was sitting next to her. Instead of running forward and grabbing Rosalie and making a run for it like the over-protective brother in him wanted to do, he stayed where he was and watched them curiously.

"What are we waiting for?" Emmett asked impatiently.

Edward waved at him to be quiet. He stared at the two blondes in front of him. Rosalie smiled at whatever Jasper said before the sound of her giggle made its way to his ears. She nodded her head and motioned for him to continue with her hand. Jasper chuckled and smiled warmly at her, a little too warmly for Edward's likings.

If he were being honest with himself, Edward would have admitted that Jasper Whitlock was one of the only guys that attended Ramsay Linne Academy that he would have approved of for Rosalie. Jasper was a good student, here on a scholarship. He came from a good family, all of them good people who were warm and friendly. He was very loyal and a good friend, even if he was a little over confident and cocky at time, but then again, what guy wasn't?

Still, no matter how great a guy Jasper was, Edward still deemed Rosalie too young to have to deal with and understand the overwhelming emotions that came with having a relationship. Yeah, she was only a few minutes younger than him, but no matter how old Rosalie got, Edward would always view her as his little sister. She would always be the girl who used to yell at him to kill the spiders in her room and the girl who was glued to his side as they grew up. In his eyes, there was never an age that stated that Rosalie was officially ready to have a relationship with a guy.

Sighing, Edward started forward with Emmett on his tail.

"Whitlock!" he called loudly, catching the attention of both Jasper and Rosalie.

Jasper turned his head and looked at Edward and Emmett, and Edward saw the familiar devious twinkle in his eye. He turned back to Rosalie and leaned towards her, whispering something in her ear. Rosalie nodded and giggled again. Edward glared as he watched Jasper duck his head and kiss her softly on the cheek. He was about to yell at Jasper and tell him to stop playing around when he jumped up and began walking towards them.

No matter how annoyed he was with his friend in that moment in time, Edward hadn't seen him since school ended. They had emailed and texted each other back and forth throughout the summer, but it wasn't the same as having his friend standing in front of him. Edward pulled him into a one-armed hug, much like the one he had given Emmett earlier.

"I thought that I told you to stay away from Rose," Edward hissed quietly as he pulled away. He had emailed Jasper over the summer to tell him that Rosalie was transferring to RLA, and he also tacked on a message at the end of the email saying that he expected him to leave her alone.

Edward chanced a glance over at Rosalie and noticed that she was watching the three of them with an amused smile on her face. When she noticed Edward was staring at her, she winked at him. He glared at her, and watched as she laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

Jasper's snickering fueled Edward's annoyance, bringing his attention back to his friends.

"Actually, you told me not to go for her," Jasper corrected with a cocky smile on his face. "You never said that I couldn't talk to her."

Edward opened his mouth, most likely to snap at Jasper, but he was cut off.

"Calm down, Edward. I wasn't hitting on her. God, you don't honestly think that I'd go after her, do you? I know how protective you are of her, and with good reason. She's just too innocent and naïve for her own good.

"And before you yell at me, I was only telling her stories about all of the trouble that we used to get into last year. She's really sweet, Eddie. You're going to be fighting guys off with a stick 'cause I can guarantee you right now that she is going to be the girl of many guys' dreams this year."

Edward ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"I know," he admitted. "What stories were you telling her?"

Jasper's lips turned up into a smile, and his eyes shined with humor. "I told her a lot of stories. I even told her about the time that you snuck a girl into your dorm room after curfew and how you got caught in a . . ." He coughed, poorly hiding a snicker. "I told her how you got caught in a rather compromising position by the DA."

Edward rolled his eyes. "Like you haven't done it," he muttered, looking away and cursing the fact that his face was turning red. Both Jasper and Emmett laughed at him when they noticed.

"Oh, trust me, I have," Jasper said. "I was just smart enough not to get caught."

His friends began laughing again. Edward, annoyed with their childish behavior, pushed past Jasper and muttered "jerks" under his breath. He sighed when he sat down next to Rosalie. Leaning forward, Edward rested his arms on his knees and turned his head to look at her.

"What else did Jasper tell you?" he wondered.

She giggled shyly and ducked her head. Edward didn't take that as a good sign. He was worried that Jasper might have told her every embarrassing story that he could think of.

Rosalie shifted on the bench so that she was facing her brother and brought her legs up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on her kneecaps.

"You were quite the badass, weren't you?" she asked playfully, the smirk on her face an exact replica of Edward's.

Edward chuckled and rolled his eyes. "What can I say? My roommate brings out the worst in me."

Rosalie smiled at him just as Jasper and Emmett walked up.

"I heard that," Emmett grumbled.

"But it's the truth," Jasper added.

Rosalie's eyes wandered over to the two boys. After glancing at them, she turned to Edward and cocked an expectant eyebrow.

"Rose, this is my best friend Jasper Whitlock, whom you've already met." Jasper winked at Rosalie, and she laughed softly, smiling up at him. "And this is my roommate, Emmett McCarty."

Rosalie unwrapped an arm from around her knees and held her hand out to Emmett. He glanced at Edward for a brief moment before stepping forward and shaking her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rosalie. Edward talks about you all the time," Emmett said, a polite smile on his face.

Rosalie nodded and smiled back halfheartedly. "The pleasure is all mine."

Standing up, Edward held his hand out to his sister.

"Come on, Rose. I want to get the tour over with before it gets too dark out," Edward muttered.

Rosalie nodded and placed her small hand in his, and he helped her to stand up. She waved goodbye to her brother's friends before following after Edward.

"Your friends are certainly interesting," Rosalie murmured, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets.

"Yeah, they definitely are something."

"I like Jasper. He's funny."

"Listen, Rose—" But he never got to finish his sentence because Rosalie cut him off.

"Before you say anything, Edward, just know that I don't and probably won't ever like any of your friends in any way besides friendly, okay?"

"I know," Edward sighed. "It's just that, if you ever started dating, I wouldn't want you to date any of my friends."

"And I understand that, and I promise you that I won't. But I want you to understand that when I find a guy that I like, and I will, I want you to back off. I don't want you to go all macho-over-protective-brother on him, okay?"

"I guess I can't keep you from dating for long, huh? Just promise me something, Rose."

"Anything."

"Don't rush into a relationship. Get to know the guy before you commit to him, alright? I don't want you to rush in thinking that he's one thing only to find out that he's the complete opposite. Be friends before you start dating, learn everything about him. Those are the relationships that last. It's something that I wish I had done with Angela," Edward murmured.

"I will, I promise. Thanks for looking out for me, Edward."

"No problem. Now, let's finish the tour before dinner."

Rosalie nodded in agreement. Edward led her to the main parts of the campus that she would be frequently passing through in order to get to her classes, not wanting to bombard her too much on her first day.

"This campus is huge," Rosalie breathed, trying to look everywhere at once.

"Not really," Edward said. "If you were to circle the area that only applied to sophomores on a school map, you'd find that it's actually kind of small."

"What do you mean?"

"Every building only teaches one grade level. There are seven buildings for all sophomores. Michael Ray Hall has all humanities classes, Overhage Hall is math, Baynes Hall is science, Daniel James Hall is P.E. and health, which is just basically where all the gyms and locker rooms are, Gabriel Hall is foreign language, Alexys Hall is for all extracurricular classes, and last but not least, R-jhay Hall for all AP classes."

"Wow. So one building holds only one class?"

Edward nodded. "Mmhmm. But we have a large student body so we need a lot of classrooms. RLA is still a fairly new school, so everything is up to date."

"Where are we now?"

"This is where you'll cross through when you're heading to your classes. Here you have all of the food and students stores and whatnot. Ramsay Linne Academy is a unique boarding school for many reasons. Some of which is the fact that we have a lot of restaurants and cafés on campus. On the weekends, the school has busses that take us over to Jakaylaville, which is a small town that has a few shops and restaurants."

"Seriously?" Rosalie's eyes widened.

Edward chuckled. "Yes. Anyway, when it's time for any meal, we usually go to the mess hall first to see what's there, but if you don't want the food that the school's serving, you would just come out here and order from one of the restaurants. Either way you have to pay. They have a wide variety in food, so there's always something good to eat. Whether you choose to eat what the mess hall is serving or at a restaurant, you would swipe your student ID card, and they'll charge you for everything at the end of the month, like a bill. But, for the first few days until we get our student IDs, we have to pay by cash or a credit or debit card if you have one."

"Edward?"

"Yes, Rose?"

"I think I'm going to like it here."