September 13th, 1987
September 13th, 1987
Part 3
"What!" Emmett's voice broke the stunned silence ringing through the air in the living room. "You really expect me to be a sophomore?" he asked, waving his hands in the air. "Do I look sixteen? Hell, do I look twenty? I'm huge! They'll probably think I flunked out multiple times because the only thing I cared about was the boxing, or whatever big kids do these days." Rosalie put her arm around her husband, attempting to comfort him.
"You have to admit," broke in Edward, ever the voice of reason. "It is a stretch for him to pose as a sophomore, but it may be able to be done. Alice, do you see anything happening?"
I closed my eyes, and concentrated. Everything turned black, and then I was in the hall of what must have been Forks High. Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, and Edward were walking next to me. All around, our super-sensitive hearing picked up the voices of our astounded classmates whispering to one another.
"Wow, they are gorgeous," "where did they come from, and where can I get one?" "Do you see that blond one?" "Dibs on the copper haired one!" and, of course "Do you see that one with the curly hair? Look at those muscles! He must work out twenty times a day!" I concentrated again, and left the vision.
"Other than them wondering how many times a day you work out, I don't see any questions that they are going to ask. So you shouldn't worry."
"Okay," said Rosalie. "So Emmett and I, and Jasper of course, are sophomores, and Alice and Edward are freshmen. Got it."
"I still have a problem with this. And what if I don't want to be a sophomore?"
"Then," said Carlisle in a completely serene voice. "I guess you wont be going to school, since we have already signed you up as a sophomore, and I don't think the school would think to kindly of us if we rewrote the high school transcripts I made up for you."
"Fine." Said Emmett before stalking up the stairs to his and Rosalie's room and slamming the door so hard it nearly fell off its hinges.
"Well," said Jasper. "I guess there may be a need to mention the fact that it isn't safe for me to go to school. Unless you want me to accidentally eat one of my classmates." His tone was pleasant enough, but he had laced the words with sarcasm and a hint of malice.
"Don't worry," Esme replied. "The rest of your siblings will be there to help you. And Alice will be able to see if anything may happen, and get you away before it does. Carlisle and I have full confidence that you are strong enough to make this work." It was good to know that someone was supportive of him, because I had my doubts. Jasper sensed this, and gave me a sad 'so you don't believe in me' look.
"Don't worry, Jazz, I'll be on the lookout for you," I put my arms around him, desperate to make him feel more confident. "And I see no problems so far, so I don't think you will have a problem." He smiled, sensing my growing belief in him, and hugged me back.
"Children, try not to look to smart. Don't go correcting teachers if they say something wrong, unless it is blatantly obvious that he or she is wrong. Also, please don't answer every question. And please try to fit in." Carlisle's last sentence was more of a plea than a rule, and I saw Edward look at him coldly. None of us 'fit in' and though Jasper and I made an effort, Emmett did his best, and Rosalie did everything possible to appear human, Edward had not. He preferred to be alone more than anything else. This was the first time we were going to pretend to be this young, and I could see that everyone was worried about Edward. When he had gone to Med. School, he had at least talked to the students, some of them being his intellectual equals, but in high school, we all knew that he would do his best to avoid all of the other students. Suddenly there was a loud crash from upstairs.
"No, Emmett," Rosalie wailed. "Not the Chinese vase, I liked that!" she ran upstairs. Jasper slowly tugged me too, to the stairs.
"I think Carlisle would like to talk to Edward alone," He whispered in my ear. Looking over at Edward, I could see why. My brother had his arms crossed, and was glaring at Carlisle with hate filled eyes. I hurried up the stairs quickly. Jasper opened the door for me, and I slid quietly into our bedroom. Once inside, Jasper went to the large bed against the wall and lay down, but I stayed by the door. "Are you going to eavesdrop?" I nodded. "That is not a very nice thing to do, you know. And he will know as soon as you start to listen," Jasper whispered admonishingly. I shook my head, and brought my finger to my lips, signaling silence. Jasper nodded, understanding, and then closed his eyes and settled into the bed.
"Edward, this is important. We can't be living here if we have a child that isn't going to school. You could, in theory, be taken away from us." I heard Carlisle say beseechingly.
"Carlisle, this isn't just about the fact that I don't want to be with such immature, selfish people. This is also about the fact that now we have to bend everything just to fit in. Emmett doesn't look sixteen and Jasper may not be able to hold back. This will be the first time since he was turned that he will be around many humans in a tight space, for long hours. I just don't feel like this is worth it all. What if someone really suspects that Emmett is older than he is? What if Jasper decides that he would rather eat than work with his lab partner?" I flinched, and Jasper, aware of my every move, opened his eyes and looked quizzically at me.
"It was nothing," I whispered to him, turning back to the door. He got that I wanted to keep listening, so he didn't press the conversation further.
"It's not as though I am not aware of that," Carlisle was saying. "It's just that this all seems so wonderful, and here is the perfect place to live. I want to be able to stay here for as long as possible. Forgive me for being so selfish, my son." I could almost feel Edward's guilt rising beneath the floor. He always felt bad when Carlisle called him 'my son'.
"Okay, Carlisle, I'll try as hard as I can, and I will make sure that the rest of my siblings do to," There was a pause, in which I was sure they hugged, and then Edward turned and trudged up the stairs. "Thanks for listening." He whispered sarcastically as he passed my bedroom door. Jasper tsked from the bed, and I glared at him.
"Told you he would know." My soul mate said to me, one eyebrow raised. I glared at him, and Jasper got up from the bed and walked towards me. When he got to the door he swept me up in his arms and pressed his lips to mine. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy the feeling of our lips pressed together, blackness took over my mind and body. Suddenly, I was looking at a wedding invitation. It was exquisitely done, with a layer of thin, petal printed page on top of the stiff gold paper that would have the information on it. I lifted up the see-through page to catch a glimpse at who was getting married. Normally I would have looked to the left first, to see the bride's name, but this time I looked to the right. And what I saw shocked me. There, written in fancy black writing, clear as a bell, was the name Edward Anthony Mason Cullen. I gasped, and the vision left me, sadly before I could find out the name of the person he would be marrying.
"What's wrong?" Jasper asked when I opened my eyes. I was still in his arms, though he had moved me to the bed. I shook my head, blinking, trying to fully grasp what I had just seen.
"Edward," I stated. "Is getting married."
A/N: I took some liberties with what the wedding invitation would look like, since I am sure what Jacob saw is a lot different than the way Alice would have looked at it.