Okies. Here we go now. Well, I'd like to thank my AWESOME reviewers (you know who you are!) because, er, they're awesome? Haha. I love you guys. And to show my appreciation, here's another chapter! It's really short, but I explain why at the end note :P!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, yo.

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BPOV

Sometimes, when I lay torn and alone in my room, I look out the window to see the stars.

I gaze at the twinkling stars shining bright as if they had no care in the world.

The moon ethereal and magnificent, but just there. The stars are more important, in my opinion.

Sometimes, I smile at the stars.

Looming high in the blanket of the midnight sky. So innocent.

Painting the world's canvas above with sparkles of illuminating specks.

Sometimes, I cry in envy, for the stars are so high.

So high, no one can reach them.

So high, no one can touch them.

So high, no one can hurt them.

So high, high, high.

Watching the world below, in their own space.

Sometimes, my admiration for the stars is visible.

The stars are so beautiful.

Glittering the heavens. How can I not be in awe for these little condensed spheres of gas?

Gleaming in all its splendor.

Sometimes, I wish I was a star.

Just nestled comfortably in the solar system.

Far, far away from this despicable world.

Dying with a dramatic signature.

Sometimes, I want to leave the earth and become a star.

Because I get to float in the air.

Still and patient.

Waiting for my departure.

Sometimes, I dream of dying as a star.

I want to die regardless.

But it would be nice to explode.

I want to disappear into the universe with a bang.

I want to be a:

Supernova.

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EPOV

What the shit.

What the fucking shit.

How do they know?

No one knows except my family and the Hales, and they barely know the whole story. They don't even know the half of it.

How did these two idiots know my secret?

Fucking Mike.

Fucking Tyler.

Fucking pathetic, desperate, hormone-driven, 'I jack off every night' morons.

What the hell.

I walked back to my seat sluggishly, brooding. Jasper and Emmett gave me a confused look before shrugging. They knew I would tell them jackshit since I was in one of my moods.

Oh God, I sound like a PMSing female.

Alice, Rosalie, and this Bella girl haven't arrived yet. Where were they? I recall Jasper saying they went to the nurse..

But honestly, what were they doing that was holding them up so long?

RING! RING!

Jasper and Emmett stood up lazily, grabbing their messenger bags from the floor.

"Come on, man. We gotta head down to the auditorium today. Something with combining classes for this Romeo and Juliet thing." Jazz muttered before dragging Emmett and me by the collar and out the door.

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APOV

Bella woke up a few minutes prior of the bell. She looked disoriented for a few seconds before snapping back into her shy demeanor. Her chestnut orbs withheld a panicked spark; she darted her vulnerable stare between Rose and me before she curled herself up in a ball.

I heard her hushed whispers of shocked recognition.

"They found out. They found out." She repeated to herself in a pained tone, like a mantra.

"Bella?" Rose gently laid her elegant hand upon her shoulder. Bella's eyes widened and her form flinched away from the form of physical contact.

"D-Don't touch me!" She cried out before burying her pretty little head into her knees. Rose glanced up at me with a knowing expression, her azure eyes full of sympathy and pooling tears.

"Bella." Her gaze slowly left my own as she spoke a bit more firmly, all the while still tender.

"P-Please! Y-You didn't s-see anything, okay? N-Nothing happened." My heart cracked with every whimper she let out.

"Bella, we want to help you." Rose begged, stroking Bella's mahogany locks. She combed down the mass of full, long hair.

Beautiful.

Bella's hair, when fixed, was shined down from the roots to the ends. It cascaded down her back like a river, flowing in straight waves. That is, before it curled into soft ringlets at the bottom.

"D-Don't lie to me. I've lived too m-many of them. I d-don't think I can handle it anymore." Her voice echoed through the stall, twinged with an unimaginable amount of despair.

"We want to help you, Bella. Please?" I crushed her into a hug, but made sure to ease the pressure, fearful for the unknown injuries she might have.

She was quivering, her eyes clenched and her jaw slack.

"No, no, no.." She struggled out of the embrace, but I tightened my hold. I felt her slump tiredly.

I gasped as she returned my action, clinging to me as if I were her only lifeline.

"If i-it's not too much to ask.."

"What is it Bella?" Rosalie joined, making it a group hug. Both of our bodies encased Bella in some sort of barrier, some kind of protection. She turned around to grasp her hold onto Rose. I just put my arms around her waist, resting my head in between the back of her shoulders.

"P-Please, don't t-tell anyone. I-I'll do anything!"

"We weren't planning on it Bella."

"One m-more thing?" She asked timidly, burying her head into Rosalie's shoulder and crushing my hand in a death grip.

"What is it Bella?" I asked her this time, squeezing her hand in a fond gesture.

I could have sworn she let out a plea for help, in a ghost of a whisper.

"Save me."

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BPOV

I wanted to cry.

I finally had friends.

Sincere, truthful, honest, dependable friends.

People who wanted to care and help and comfort and fight and just be there.

God has finally heard me, sending me two wonderful people.

I know I might be jumping to conclusions, giving my trust away all too easily.

But my gut screamed at me, calling out to me.

My gut told me they were good people. My heart agreed, surprisingly.

My heart actually beat with a sliver with hope. My mind was racing, unsure with the lending hands. But I found the idea of having Rosalie and Alice as my friends nice. An opportunity to feel emotions I thought I had given up so long ago.

After seeing the damage of my lifestyle in the matter of minutes, my legs shamefully exposed; they stayed. They weren't repulsed with my being. Rosalie, the model-like blond I had run into the day before was even kind. I had a feeling that she didn't show a nice side that often. She even apologized for my actions. It was too much, having loving attention from the simplicity of friendship.

The bell rang after my moment of crumbling into a million pieces.

"What class do you have now, Bella?" Alice smiled at me once we pulled apart from the group hug.

I smiled back hesitantly before muttering out a small "Literature w-with Ms. Filmore."

Both of them squealed with delight before looping their arms with my own.

"We do too! Now let's go. We have to go to the auditorium!" Alice spoke excitedly, her green eyes shining.

Like a star..

I found myself being tugged out of the bathroom. Before I knew it, I felt a damp cloth being dabbed across my cheeks. I turned to Rosalie, who gave me a tiny smile.

"Your face was a little blotchy." I nodded in understanding, biting my lip with her considerate ministration.

I was a little nervous, since I was not used to such sisterly vibes.

Sisters?

I felt my heart swell at the idea of having a real family.

Maybe.. Maybe I have a chance to be loved.

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I know it's really short, but I'm updating tomorrow. I have spring break dudes! HOORAY! So I get to update frequently. Well, I can't promise frequently since I have a crapload of projects piled on me.. But I will be updating a much longer chapter tomorrow. So no worries!

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