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I groaned as I walked into the loud, and crowded, cafeteria of school. I've come to hate school lunches with a passion over my last two weeks here in Port Angeles. I probably have fifty-two reasons as to why I shouldn't like it.
Firstly, Alice and I don't have any lunches together. This school does this weird 'block scheduling' thing, and they have four different, mixed classes, lunches. The problem for me is that I don't have classes with Alice, due to the fact that I'm a senior, and she's a sophomore, and then the fact that we aren't in the same wing during the lunch times.
So, here I am, praying that I find a seat before a certain group of girls find me. It's been a very long two weeks and I've yet to come in here and leave with a pleasant demeanor. In fact, I've only just gotten angrier as the days moved on. It's obnoxious!
You're probably wondering what my problem is.
Jessica Stanley, Lauren Mallory, and Tanya Denali. Yes, them. They're juniors, they have been messing with me all year, and they're just flat out rude. I'm not sure what made them decide that I was their target, but they did.
And here they are again.
"Ooh, look Lauren! I found the ugly-duckling!" Tanya laughed loudly and I felt my cheeks burn as I grabbed a tray of food. I didn't even look at the food that I grabbed as I tried to rush away from the trio.
"I'd rather not look, though it's hard," Lauren sneered and they all laughed like heyinas.
"I mean, jeez, look at all of her flub! It's impossible not to see her - as hard as it is too see her." Jessica threw in a dramatic shiver and I bit my lip.
I began to speed walk out of the room. I didn't even get a drink or silverware as I walked to the cashier. They just had to follow me like the vultures that they are. The vicious vultures that they are... I typed in my code quickly and handed the woman my money. She thanked me and I ran away before they could pester me more.
Only, I was too late, of course. I didn't stop too look at them as they called after me from down the hallway. I couldn't get myself to turn and see the rest of the cafeteria at all. There were too many eyes. And three pairs of them that I feared the most. And those three were picking on me as I ran.
"Yeah! Run! You may even lose some calories!" Jessica barked in between laughs.
"Biotch!" Tanya laughed with them and I shook my head.
As I made my way to the stairs and ran up them without thinking. All I knew was that I needed to get out of there before they could see the tears that they'd caused. They don't deserve that satisfaction.
I tripped when I got into a random hallway, spewing ravioli's all over the hallway. I've had kids tease me before but I've never been downright bullied the way that I have during these last two weeks. I let out a strangled scream as I tried to clean up the food with my bare hands. I was so angry!
I was angry with the girls for treating me this way when I have done nothing wrong. I was angry at Alice, and Mom, or even Rosalie for not noticing anything. Though mostly I was angry with myself for not handling it. Instead, here I am, angry and making a mess with my lunch in the school's hallways.
"Bella?"
I looked up to see noneother than Edward Masen standing over me. He was dressed in some slacks and a green button-up, the sleeves rolled up, and took my breath away. He was beautiful... I'd even forgotten about my current predicament.
"Bella? What happened? Are you hurt?" He turned my face to look at him and I began to shake my head, sniffling.
"N-not really..." I cried softly as he wrapped his arms around my waist to lift me to my feet. I grabbed his arms for support without thinking about my sauce-covered hands as I did so. So, now he had a lovely stained shirt and I felt guilty. "Oh! God, I'm so sorry!"
"It's just a shirt, Bella. What's going on?"
"My lunch!" I cried and he raised an eyebrow.
"You're crying because you dropped your lunch? We can clean this up you know. I could even buy you a new one if you're that worried about it!" He chuckled and I shook my head, wiping at my eyes with the back of my arms.
"N-no. No, I'm not." I sniffled and he sighed. "Just...it's nothing really...just these girls. They've been m-messing with me. Really, nothing. Don't worry about it." I whispered and kept my eyes on the now upside-down tray of food on the floor.
"Who? Why didn't you tell me? Did you tell anybody?" He asked me and I merely shook my head.
"Edward, I'm fine." I shook my head. I was shocked when I felt his hand take place firmly on my jaw-line. It wasn't painful, just stern. It also forced me to look up and make eye-contact with him.
"Tell me the truth, Isabella. Is somebody messing with you? What happened? I can help! I only want to help you."
"Just Lauren, Jessica, and Tanya...they don't do much. Just call me some names and stuff...they tripped me a few times too...but that's nothing. I'm fine, Edward. It's not worth it. Please." I whispered and he shook his head, holding his arms open to me. I let out another sob as I leaned into his arms.
"You should have told me, Belle." He whispered and I shook my head.
"Nobody would care, Edward. It's highschool."
"I could have kept an eye out for you though," He told me with a face that just made me want to thank him. "I care."
"Well, it's too late anyway." I huffed as I glanced at my mess again.
"Oh...that was your food?"
"No, that was someone elses. I took it out of anger," I smirked before feeling my cheeks heat up. He may be Edward to me but he's still a teacher to everybody else. I think that I'm supposed to watch what I say around people like him...you know, elders and authority. I sighed. "Sorry, Mr...Edward."
"No, it's fine." He sighed and scratched the back of his head. "You seemed to have had a shitty day so far. Um, I could go buy you another lunch?"
"No, it's unnecessary. I wasn't that hungry anyway, I guess." I shrugged at him and he glowered at me.
"You need to eat, Isabella."
"I'm fine."
"How about you come to my classroom, and we can share my salad? My sister packed it anyway, I've never been big on salad, but she loves the shit." He wiggled his eyebrows and I sighed.
Does this mean that I can say stuff like shit around him?
No! Are you insane? He's your teacher for goodness sakes! Miss Responsible screamed at me and I mentally cringed.
Well, he can say it to you. He did refer to you guys as equals. You're practically peers, Bella! If he can swear, you can. Miss Irresponsible reasoned and for some reason I liked her idea better. The reoccuring theme with her is where I seem to have the freedom of speech and I like that. A lot.
I slowly began to nod. I may not actually eat his food but with this new idea I won't have to go back and face the cafeteria. Face the vultures. He smiled as he wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me up and to his classroom.
When we walked in the lights were off and it was a bit cool. I was comfortable in here though. I wouldn't tell him this, or anyone else really, but his entire presence just makes me feel better. I always feel safe when I am with him. I couldn't tell you why, though, it's just some natural, deep-down, weird feeling.
Not that I'm opposed to it. I love being around Edward Masen.
He turned on the lights while I was lost in thought and quickly walked over to his desk. I frowned as he pulled out a black hoodie and some napkins. I felt curiosity burn as he walked over to me with them both in hand. My eyes traveled up to his face when he was finally standing in front of me.
"Uh...what...?"
"You can change into this if you aren't too opposed to it? And the napkins are for your arms. There's a bathroom down the hall if you'd like." He offered with a shrug and I felt my cheeks burn at the idea of wearing his hoodie.
"Um...yeah. That'd be great actually." I timidly took it into my hands before giving him a sheepish look. "Sorry...I just...wow." I stuttered out nervously. "Thanks."
"No problem," He smirked at me, probably amused by my confused state. Thanks, Edward Masen.
Stop it, Bella! Before you know it, you'll be all crushing on him! Miss Responsible scolded me and I was upset by her comment.
What if I do fall for him? He's the kind of person that anybody would. I'm just usually so level-headed in that specific area. I'd like to think that I'm not dumb enough to do something like that. To like my teacher - to like Edward Masen. That'd be out-of-character on my part, really.
Bella, it's not you that is dumb if you like Edward. It's your heart. I wouldn't even call it dumb, really...more...innocent. You can't help yourself! Use that as an excuse and just go for it! Seriously! Miss Irresponsible cheered and I wanted to laugh. That was almost an insightful thought.
Not insightful! She just wants a loophole! Miss Responsible grouched and I rolled my eyes at her. They just don't get along is what I think.
Wait...now I'm referring to them as people?
I need to be committed before Miss Irresponsible completely takes over and talks me into killing people, or something.
I awkwardly told Edward where I was going and then ran from the room. When I got into the bathroom it was empty, probably because the school was at lunch. I quickly washed off my arms before switching into the over-sized hoodie. I was drowning in it but the smell was so nice that I was gladly drowning.
It was mostly black with the word Dazzler across the back of the hood. The front had the picture of the silhouette of a ballerina on it. I snickered as I wondered where he'd gotten this and why he kept it. It's a bit...girlie.
Unless it's his girlfriend, or an ex's, and if that's the case...I shivered heavily at the thought of him being around another girl. Wow...not only am I acting a little possessive but...is that a crush I see coming?
Let's hope not.
I walked back into his classroom and found him unpacking a salad and splitting it up between the lid and the actual bowl. I didn't think that he was this serious about us sharing his food. I figured that we'd come up here and awkwardly sit until my next class starts and we could move on with our lives.
He gestured to the seat that he'd pulled up to the desk and had me sit there while he piled some grilled-chicken onto the salad. I felt my mouth water as my hunger grew at the sight. I'd forgotten to eat breakfast this morning and didn't really eat much for dinner last night. I was practically starving to death!
It's a wonder that you haven't passed out yet. Miss Responsible chastised but I pretty much ignored her.
When he was finished he put a bit of ranch on both of ours before handing me a plastic fork. I didn't speak, or touch the food, as I watched him dig in. For a guy he sure ate with manners. That's always a plus - manners. After a few bites he caught my gaze and cocked his head to the side.
"Is something wrong?" He asked after a deep swallow and I blushed.
"Sorry...I just...I'm not sure what. Um, are you sure that you want me to have this?"
"Jesus, girl, just eat it." He laughed.
"Sorry, I'm not used to this," I sighed before smiling slightly.
"Well, get used to it. You need food. You're an incredibly skinny little thing," He remarked and I blushed, suddenly self conscience. Usually I don't give two shits about my appearance, but with Edward around it's an entirely different thing all together. He caught the look on my face before shaking his head. "You don't look bad - just thin. You always look good, either way."
"Um...right."
"Forget I ever said anything," He chuckled and I gave him an impish smile.
"I can't."
"This conversation wasn't that big." He laughed and I rolled my two different colored eyes.
"I have an eidetic memory. That's why I'm in your class, remember? I literally, technically, cannot forget anything. Even this." I smirked on that last part and he snickered.
"Wow, I didn't even think about that. Anyway, if that's the case, then at least shove this memory to the back of your overly-packed brain." He winked and I smiled at him. He always knew how to word things. I certainly won't be forgetting this one.
I sat there and picked at the food in front of me. If I knew how, I'd thank his sister, because the salad's amazing. Though I think that'd be awkard, not only because I barely know him, but also because I'm his student. Who knows what people'd assume if I showed up saying that I had eaten lunch with him.
They could assume that it's a student/teacher meeting - something for my education. Though, for whatever reason, I have this deep feeling that it wouldn't be the case. I feel like they'd freak out and make a big deal out of something that isn't happening.
I shook my head mentally before looking back up at Edward. He was watching me closely and I blushed. I noticed that he had quite the staredown going - a staredown that I went unaware of until right now.
"Something wrong?" I asked him softly and he flinched, shaking his head quickly. Maybe he'd been unaware of his little game, too.
"Sorry...just...I really don't want to be rude..." He gave me a crooked smile before sighing. "So, your eyes? They're so amazing, really. Is it hereditary?"
"My heterochromia? No, I don't think so. It's rare. And thanks...most people call them freaky as opposed to amazing, though." I whispered and his own eyes practically fell out of his skull. What's up with that?
"How could anybody call them weird?" He asked incredulously.
"Well, they are really strange. I've been called demonic, even."
"Kids are idiots, Bella." He huffed looking purely annoyed.
"Don't waist your breath, Edward. I know this." I told him and he shrugged with another eye-roll.
"Doesn't mean that I can't be pissed off. Your eyes are beautiful. You're such a gifted person. I don't understand how anybody could think negatively of you. Of course, most are probably jealous. But still. Beside the point!" He ranted and I smiled at him. He's such a sweet person.
"You're so nice, Edward." I pointed out.
"You just deserve nice people," He contradicted and I shrugged at him. Everbody deserves nice people in their lives. I'm just lucky that I got him as one of mine.
We spent the rest of that lunch period just talking to each other and eating salad. We spoke of anything and everything that came to mind. For only having just met we were so open with each other. I didn't just tell him all of my life secrets but I had this feeling that I could trust him if I wanted to.
He really was just a positive person to be around. Especially with the way that my frienship with Alice and Rosalie has stretched lately. It made me feel a lot less lonely than I'd felt for a while there. I wasn't so afraid of Tanya, Lauren, and Jessica when I'm with him either. Like having another true friend.
He filled out a pass allowing me to wear the hoodie instead of my uniform top for today. We had to have a reason not to wear them if we were, and a teacher had to sign a form saying that it was a real reason.
When the bell rang I sighed and thanked him for the food and the fun time. He said that I was welcome there anytime and I knew that that's where I'll be spending my lunches from now on. He's a lot more fun than a cafeteria full of kids.
"Have a nice day, Bella. Ignore any bitches that get in your way." He winked as I walked to the door.
"Thank you, Edward...really." I smiled with a nod before pulling open the door and leaving the classroom.
"Bella! Guess what we have today?" Alice giggled as she climbed into the passenger seat of her Porsche.
"I have no idea," I faked and rolled my eyes at her.
"Dance! We have ballet today! I'm so excited!" She squealed and clapped her hands, making me cringe at her volume.
"Oh, right...yay." I spoke with heavy sarcasm. She laughed and shook her head at me.
"I seriously can't wait! I mean, you may move around a lot, but this'll be my first time with any other teacher than the one that we had in Florida!" She told me with excitement and I nodded slowly.
Ballet.
I groaned internally at the thought of ballet. Alice has had me signed up for every class since we were old enough to walk. I'm naturally clumsy so for me, it's dangerous, but she's godly at it. So, she insists that I do it with her. Apparently it gives us one more thing to bond over and more things to bond over means a better friendship.
All that she worries about is that if we live apart that we'll grow apart. Though so far, since we moved in together, I've noticed that we're a lot less close. We're usually much closer about things.
I don't know if I should blame that on our living arrangements or Edward. I'd like to blame it on us, though, because Edward didn't do anything wrong. He's only helped me unlike her. She just lives with me.
I forced myself to shake that thought loose and to pay attention to the road. I shouldn't put a label on anything anyway. Labels have only ever caused trouble in life. So, with that, I finished the drive with a clear mind.
When we pulled into the parking-lot of the dance studio I noticed a red Volvo in the space behind us and immediately remembered Edward's Volvo. I was kind of jealous of this driver for owning a Volvo like his when I don't. Dumb thought, I know, but it definitely crossed my mind.
Alice walked around and linked arms with me as she lead me up to the doors. Without her I probably wouldn't have gone. Turned around and drove away is what I would have done. She wouldn't have appreciated that move so much.
When we walked into the doors I was shocked by the rush of cool air. Air conditioning. I breathed in as Alice had already greeted the receptionist and was leading me to the locker-room. That girl is such a busybody. She probably already knows everyone here, too, knowing her.
The locker-room was already full of girls. Alice led me to one and unlocked the lock as if we've done this everyday since we were born. How'd she even...? I shook my head as she handed me my leotard and apparal.
When I'd finished changing I slipped Edward's hoodie back on. I noticed a girl had been staring at me.
She had a red-brown tint to her hair and blue eyes and just looked familiar. Maybe I've seen her at work or something, it is a small town after all. Though the staring was getting a bit disturbing, really. Her eyes kept glancing all over the hoodie as if it were hers and I'd stolen it or something.
"Um, is something wrong?" I asked her as Alice had me sit down so that she could french braid my hair.
"Sorry..." She shook her head before nodding and sighing. "Sorry, I just...your hoodie. Where'd you get it?"
"Well, I spilled some food on my clothes today, so..." I began and she cocked her head to the side looking even more confused. "So...the nurse gave it to me to wear for the day. We have uniforms where I go to school."
"Really? It's my older brother's. Um, Edward Masen. He's a teacher, so, he probably is working at the school you're at for you to have gotten it? Though, I'm a little disappointed that he gave it to the school after all of the work I put into getting him it." She huffed and I felt my cheeks burn. I didn't mean to make him look bad in front of his sister.
"Oh...well...maybe it was in the lost and found." I offered her trying to think of how I could tell Edward about all of this before she did. What if he didn't want me to lie?
How about you stop talking to him all together and not worry about it? Miss Responsible shot back and I was already angry at her. Not talk to Edward, is she crazy?
No, that's me. Miss Irresponsible winked.
Of course.
"You know, I was wondering about that hoodie too." Alice added slowly.
"I was trying to get my lunch and I spilt it, and so, I went to the nurse to get extra. They haven't gotten their extra delivery of uniforms yet, so, I had to stick it out with a hoodie." I explained again, this time with more detail to my lie.
Way to go Bella! You went from not bringing something up to flat-out lying about it! I mentally cursed my actions. Why am I such a liar? It's so stupid! Jeez! I never lie to Alice like this! Usually it's not brought up or we're totally honest about it.
"Oh, that makes sense." She spoke slowly again before turning to the girl. "I'm Alice Cullen, this is Bella Swan, and you are?"
"I'm Jane Masen, Mr. Masen's sister, if one of you have him. Though, it'd be weird if you did, because you're in this class..."
"Bella's smart! She's in senior classes this year," Alice told her before I could explain in my own words. She nodded with a smile before jumping into conversation with Alice. Great, more talk-time.
"Really? My brother was like that, I mean, he was probably a junior at sixteen but close enough." Jane told me specifically and I nodded, smiling. Edward did seem like the smart kind of guy.
The instructor chose then to come in and begin class. She was a bigger lady, with red curly hair, and probably in her sixties. Her name was Mrs. Cope. She got the class in order and we quickly jumped into our lessons.
Ballet never really has came easily to me. I'm not straight-up bad at it, I just lack that special talent in it. I also lack the quality of grace. The number of times that I've tripped during a preformance should disqualify me from ever dancing again. Ever. Not that I'd be upset with that at all.
I'd probably celebrate. Without music and dancing, too.
We were in an advanced class by now though and Alice begged me to stick to it. If it weren't for the fact that it makes getting a scholarship easier then I wouldn't do it. I really want to go to college though and this would be my easiest way to it.
Class ended soon enough and I smiled to myself, ticking off one more practice. I'll have graduated soon and I won't need ballet. Wow, it's only the end of one class period and I'm already thinking about the end of the year.
I went to the locker-room with chatty-Cathy one and two. Alice and Jane seemed to have hit it off and I couldn't help but smile at this. Edward's a nice person, I should have just expected his sister to be! Jane already seemed like the perfect match for Alice. Breaking Alice and my whole opposite friendship by being identical to her.
Be careful, Bella. You still want to be Ali's best friend, don't you? Miss Responsible practically hissed and I sighed internally. Of course I do, but this gives Alice something else to focus on sometimes.
After bidding Jane goodbye we headed to Alice's car where we'd go back to my house for dinner.
"Mom! We're home!" Alice called out before I could as we walked into the house.
"In here, Alice, Bella." My Mom's voice rang from the kitchen.
"Okay," I responded and followed Alice through the main hallway. When we passed the living room we noticed a man sitting on the couch and watching TV with a beer in his big, grubby hand.
He seemed to be on the heavier side. He was big with a blond, scraggly pony-tail. When he turned his head to look at us his eyes were blue, and ice cold. He seemed kind of creepy looking, actually. Well, that and the fact that he gave us elevator eyes and then winked at me.
Well, if that doesn't ring any bells... Miss Responsible groaned.
Even I'm creeped out by the guy, and I'm me! Miss Irresponsible agreed with her, for the first time in a while. Hell, she had a point!
I quickly grabbed Alice's elbow and yanked her into the kitchen, and away from Mr. Creepy-shit, there in our living room. Who the hell was he anyway? I sure hope that he's not Mom's new boyfriend, because if he is, my God...I'm going to have to lock her up and probably lock the doors.
Because he looks like a fucking serial killer.
And the look that Alice shot me as we ran into the kitchen proved that she only agreed with me.
"Who's the creep in the living room?" Alice asked my Mom, whose eyes widened, before she scolded us.
"That's James! My boyfriend! Please, girls, be on your best behavior. I know how you get around new people, showing off and what-not, but please...not around him. For me?" Mom pleaded and I felt my jaw drop. Alice glanced at me, looking freaked out, grabbed my elbow, and yanked me to the other side of the kitchen.
And that's when Rosalie decided to make her appearance.
"Who's the creepy fuck in our living room?" She looked straight at Mom who shook her head at her.
"Rosalie Lillian, please." Mom glowered at her. "No language. And no showing off. I already told Alice and Bella this."
"But..." Rose shot us a shocked look and we merely shrugged at her. "Great. Bella, Ali, meeting in the laundry-room, please!" She snapped as she lead us back to the room where we did all of the laundry. "Okay, secret-ish meeting."
"Anybody else creeped out?" Alice asked and we nodded.
"He winked at me, for fucks sake!" Rose and I chimed in unison and Alice nodded.
"Okay, so, we gotta' overthrow the government here! James is out. Though, telling Renee probably won't do jack-shit, because when she's infatuated...that woman goes crazy for men. So, we need to be sneaky..." Alice was already plotting in her head and I nodded with her, and my Sister, as we thought of ways to get rid of the nasty in our living room.
I'm not sure how long we'd spent in there, just talking, and figuring out ways to talk Mom away from James. We even considered introducing her to one of Alice's hot teachers. Not Edward, obviously, but an older one. One that Mom would easily fall for if we, and he, played our cards right.
We were rudely interrupted by Mom when dinner was done. I would have proposed that we just hid in here until he's gone if it weren't for the fact that Rosalie mentioned him killing Mom and the fact that I was hungry. Yes, I just considered my Mom's death and dinner on the same levels.
I feel like a good person...
"Okay, ladies, how was you guys' day?" My Mom asked as we silently sat down. James watched us closely and I felt chills run down my spine.
Oh, I didn't mention that we agreed to give them both the silent treatment tonight.
"Nothing?" She asked us and I pursed my lips, ignoring both her, and my plate of food in front of me. Good thing that Alice keeps Chips Ello! under her bed, upstairs. Without her, we'd go hungry tonight. Thank goodness for small miracles...and cookies.
That's when I realized that Mom was still waiting.
"Okay..." She frowned before looking at him. "Must be in one of their moods. Teenage girls...they have their times."
"Yes. They do." He nodded towards us and I swear that Rosalie gagged on her food. I patted her back before slowly going back to pretending to eat my plate.
He probably poisoned it.
Nasty.
After a while I could feel Mom's annoyance grow. That and the tension in the room. James kept watching us, along with Mom's death stare, and we were all getting a little tired of our seating arrangements. And by that, I am referring to Jame's presence at our table.
"Are any of you going to talk tonight?"
Cricket...cricket... Miss Irresponsible whispered and I nearly, mentally, slapped her for interrupting my moment.
"Alright. Well, you all can go sit in your room until - . . . "
"You know what, Renee? I think I'll just go." James stretched and Rosalie gagged, again.
"You don't have to, James. I'm sorry that the girls are being rude. They really aren't like this," She breathed looking desperate.
Really, Mom?
"That's alright. I do know how teenage girls get..." He looked slowly at each of us and I wanted to stab him with my steak-knife, then, and there.
"Ladies, show James to the door, I need to go check on the stove. It takes a long time to cool down and I need to make sure that it won't catch on fire." My Mom explained as she walked from the room and I glanced nervously at the girls.
"Right..." Alice cleared her throat, breaking our pact as she lead us over to the door.
Well, clear throats means louder screams if he tries to shove one of us into his car or something!
Way to think on the bright side! Miss Irresponsible cheered sarcastically.
Don't go near the door with him! Idiot! Miss Responsible cut in and I merely linked arms with Rosalie as we all walked after James. Alice was in the front, and hastily yanked the door open, motioning for him to go. He raised his eyebrows at her before turning to the rest of us. His eyes were cold.
"Just so you know, you girls are next. I don't know where you think your little attitudes are going to get you, but it's too late." He hissed before walking out the door. He chuckled deeply as he left the house, "It's too late for all of you."
The moment that the door was closed our hands smashed together as we reached for the lock. I hissed as my fingers jammed into Alice's. Rosalie quickly fumbled to make sure that it was completely locked before grabbing both of our elbows and rushing us up the stairs. We didn't even stop to help Mom clean up like we usually do.
When we got up to my room Rosalie slammed the door and checked under both of the beds, the closet, and anywhere else that would be . . . checked. Alice and I just sat by and watched curiously. This was weird activity for Rosalie - doing anything other than looking at herself in a mirror or talking on the phone.
Or watching Venice Shore on vTV.
Hell, I haven't even spoken to her, or her to me, since that incident about Edward. Which, by the way, I do not plan on talking about. She's still pretty in the dark on that one - just like Alice and Mom.
What is there for her to be in the dark about anyway?
Way to be dramatic, Bella.
"Sorry, I don't trust him. Especially after that little speech in the end there." Rosalie hissed and I nodded, my eyes wide.
"What was up with that? What are we next for?" Alice asked her, her voice up an octave, and rushed. We were all pretty spooked about James. I mean, how many people do you have telling you that you're next and that it's too late for you. It's some pretty freaky shit!
"I don't know. Though I think we should find out, and quick. Before whatever he has planned for us goes into action." Rose hissed and I rolled my eyes.
"Well, no shit Sherlock, but what if he's already started whatever it is? What if being with Mom, or coming here tonight, or anything like that...what if that's the start of his little plan?" I asked them and they nodded.
"Sorry, B. I didn't mean to be that obvious." Rosalie apologized for the first time ever. Of course she'd wait until it's life or death.
I rolled my eyes again.
"So...what now?"
"I'm sleeping in here for a while, that's what's now." Rosalie said quickly.
"Girls!" We all flinched in our seats at the sound of my Mom outside the door.
"Y-yeah?" I stuttered out. Wow, because I don't sound suspicious at all!
"What's going on?"
"Nothing Mom! Go to bed!" Rosalie shot back without thinking. Alice and I both shot her the are you stupid look before returning back to the conversation, gauging how angry Mom was. She was undoubtedly pissed at us.
"Why are you in there, Rosalie?" She automatically shot back and I cringed. "You girls never sit in the same room at one time. What are you up to? And don't think that after tonight that I'm not suspicious!"
"Mom, it's nothing, school stuff. Go to bed, okay? It's nothing." I spoke a little to quickly for it to work well enough. It'd work for the night but I know that by tomorrow she'll be over my little excuse.
"I don't know what's going on...but I will!" Mom called before I heard her footsteps disappear into the darkness.
We quickly changed into pajamas, Rose borrowing a pair of mine, before laying down in one of the big beds. We were too scared to split up for the night. At least this way, if he shows up to kill us, we'll die together. And that's the least that we could ask for with the way that we are sometimes.
I did not just think that...
You did.
I sighed as I tried to close my eyes and sleep, but it wasn't coming. I was beyond sleepy, but it just wasn't happening. I didn't want to close my eyes and be unaware of my surroundings. I wanted to stay up all night for my own safety.
"I'm scared, Bella..." Alice whispered into the dark and I nodded my head.
"What are we supposed to do?" Rosalie asked us, though I knew it was more rhetorical than anything else.
What are we going to do?
A/N: My goodness, I thought that I'd have had that written by two days ago. Sorry about that! I was too tired to edit it tonight, with school and stuff, but at least I got it up. Hope you liked it! Review what you think! Even if it's about that creepy-shit, James. Ugh, he gives me chills!
Right...
Night!
- Em
