The Cullen's didn't have a designated lunch table unlike my group of friends and I. We sat in the middle of the room. It was perfect for people watching. Which I did all the time during lunch periods. I hardly paid any attention to my friends and their conversation. Mainly because we had known each other for so long that there wasn't anything new to talk about. A great deal of our time was just gossiping about things we'd heard from other friends. It was quite mundane and nothing new had happened in a few weeks. So I was going to zone out and watch the people; and by people I mean the Cullens.

They were starting to pique my interest. Yesterday when I saw Jasper his eyes were a honey brown. They were bright and full of life. Today they're dark and dull . It was like all of the life had been sucked out of him. I only know what colour they are today because of the mishap in class earlier.

In light of recent of events, I had decided to wear a different perfume today. I even had a shower when I got home. Then another one when I woke up this morning. There was no way I was going to let myself smell bad today. So, instead of the floral scent, I went with something light and sweet. Something no one could have a problem with. I walked into class confident in leaving a good impression on him. Jasper was sitting at his desk, back straight and face pinched like always. I put my books and bag down on the desk. I across the room and over to his desk to see when he wanted to work on the project. However that's not what he had in mind. I hadn't even opened my mouth before he was getting out of his seat and leaving the room. My eyes and cheeks burned for several minutes before I turned around and walked back to my desk. Jesus, what I had done to create such animosity between us. The urge to cry was gone but my cheeks were red for the rest of English class.

I flick my eyes across the table they're sitting at and my eyebrows furrow. Jasper was gone and so was Alice, which was weird. The only time they weren't here was when it was nice out and there was nothing nice about today. I look over to the rest them and watch as they flick around food on their plates. The way they move their food around makes it look as if they've eaten a lot off their plate. When in reality they haven't eaten a thing. I use that trick when my nanny is making sure I eat something when I'm in crunch mode around exam time. I stare hard at Edwards plate and the way he moves his salad around every once and a while. Either he or Emmet will pick up a piece with their forks a and then put the piece back down in a different spot. If you aren't paying full attention it looks as if the person has been eating, even if you're right in front of them. You talk fast enough and use big enough gestures and people lose focus.

I furrow my brows as Edward's fork stabs into a cherry tomato. My eyes narrow in on the red fruit and follow it as it makes it's way to his mouth. I watch as he taps it against his lips, then laughs. Then he puts his fork down again. I let my eyes slide from the tomato, to his hand and then his mouth. I begin chanting in my head; eat it, eat it, eat it! He doesn't hear my loud thoughts .Yet instead of putting the small tomato into his mouth his eyes snap over to mine. We hold each other before I let my eyebrow raise in a silent challenge. He has no idea he's entered the octagon but it's entertaining to watch as his eyes search mine in confusion. I bet with myself if he or anybody at the table is actually going to eat something off of their plates. In fact, as I stare him down I dare him to just plop the thing into his mouth. His eyes move to Rose's and he finally puts the food in his mouth, he chews, and swallows.

The lunch period ends and I feel weird now that I spent so much time staring at a single group of people. Especially since I have a class with Edward at the end of the day. I sigh and walk towards debate class with Jessica . She sighs and begins talking about how it would be so nice if Edward would just open his eyes and see how amazing she was. I nod my head along to what she's saying. She talks about the winter formal and how she would love to go with him. It would be her dream.

The day goes by quickly and I sigh a breath of relief as the last bell of the day rings. I pick up my books and walk out of math class as fast as I can. I make my way through the thick of the crowd and turn the corner to my locker. I start to pull out all of my textbooks and shove them into my bag. I had a test on every subject this Monday and I didn't want to be unprepared. I watch as Mike walks up to me and leans against the locker next to mine.
" Do you wanna help me study?" he says moving his backpack higher up onto his shoulder.
" Sure, Mike. My parents are out of town again so it'd be nice to have company besides Sue." I said shrugging my shoulders as I grab my biology book.
" Okay cool. Ill come to your place latter then. I have a practice first." he smiles and scratches the back of his head.
" oh man that Cullen kid is on his way over here, I didn't know his locker was over here" Mike informs me.
" he has a name you know." I laugh punching him in the arm as he turns and walks away from me.
" Yea, I'm aware" He yells down the now emptying hallways.
I turn and sure enough, Edward is there looking at me. He walks over and stands very rigidly where Mike was just occupying.
" Hello Edward, is your locker down this way" I inquire smiling up at him as I zip my bag shut.
" No. I, wanted to talk to you about Jasper, he's feeling under the weather," he says.
" Oh, is he sick?" I ask
" Allow me to walk you to your car and I can better explain" he replied.

I look up at his butterscotch toned eyes and nod my head and begin to walk towards the man walk down the hallway and I'm wondering if I should ask him the questions that burn in my mind.

" You look like you want to say something" Edwards voice comes through the fog of my mind.
" Yea, I mean is it really that obvious?" I ask him and I adjust the heavy bag on my shoulder.
" I'm just really good at reading people," he explains. I adjust my bag again and sigh as the weight is less then ideal.
" May I take your bag." he asks I shake my head and let my bangs fall in front of my eyes.
" I mean it's pretty heavy." I say back, he laughs and extends his hand out towards me.

" I think I can handle it" he boasts.
" Remember you asked for this" I warn before taking it off and it over to him. I watch as he takes the bag and tosses it over his shoulder like it was nothing. I eye him for a second but don't say anything.
" You're right" he says " It is pretty heavy" as he pushes the doors open. We are greeted by the rain pouring down on us and I frown.
" I hate the rain," I say looking around us. I hear the familiar click of an umbrella and turn to look at Edward.
" Come on," he encourages.

The student parking lot is mainly empty as we walk towards my black Toyota Camry.
" So, why did you move to Forks. It isn't really a place you move to." I ask as we make our way across the wet lot, our shoes splashing in the small puddles from the uneven payment.
" It isn't really important" he says
" Okay then, when will Jasper be coming back to school" I question. He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.
" Not for a couple of days. He's caught the flu" he explains. I nod my head and look up at him quickly before I look out at the dreary surrounding.

Our breaths come out in little white clouds that dissipate seconds after they're created. It's silent under our umbrealla and all you can hear is the whoosh of cars going by and the pitter patter of rain.

" Thanks for telling me about Jasper. Tell him not to worry about the project" I tell Edward. He nods his head and I open my mouth and then close it.
" You don't have to walk me the whole way." I reason with him.
" Do you prefer that I don't" he asks
"It's not that I don't want you too or that I do want you to. I'm just confused as to why you're still talking to me. You told me what I needed to know. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to." I get out.
" You think I don't want to walk you to your car?" he continues
" I think you feel like you need to, out of politeness and I'm telling you that you don't" I bite out
" Why would you think that." He pushes.

We are now standing in the middle of the parking lot. Half way to my car half way to his. I scoff and flip my hair over my shoulder.

" You're not friends with any one but your family. Why wouldn't I think that" I laugh out dryly.
" You're not wrong" his voice is sincere and it calms the feelings that have tangled themselves around the rational part of my brain.
" So what, are we going to be friends now or something." I suggest.

I hadn't notice that I had started walking towards my car and that he had followed with the umbrella over my head. Till I was standing right next to it. I take the keys out my pocket and unlock my car. The head lights flash twice and the sound of the driver seat unlocking is the only noise between us for a moment. His voice cuts through the air and angers me even more.

"Here's your bag" he answers and begins to walk away. I am left in the rain with my mouth wide open shocked to say the least.

" That's not an answer" I yell out to him, he doesn't respond though. I wonder if it's because he doesn't want to respond or if he doesn't hear me. I stomp my foot and let out a frustrated cry and then get into my car. Putting my bag in the passenger side seat. I close my door and start the cry. I wipe away the water from my face and heat the car up some and begin to reverse out of my parking spot.

What a weird day.