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Speech has been used from Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter Three – Emmett
I gave him an uppercut to his jaw, then he… what did he do? He must have cheated – there was no other way he could have possibly beaten me, I thought to myself. I furrowed my brow, thinking over last night's wrestling match with Jasper. I needed to organize a rematch. Jasper could not beat me. He must have used his tricky emotion manipulator to make me tired or not as strong. That must be it. Jasper could not beat me.
I glared at him, sitting there in front of me. He had his fists clenched tightly, and Alice was looking at him worriedly. I knew what was wrong with him. He was too thirsty, and in amongst all the humans, he was having a hard time resisting their blood. I transferred my glance to Edward. He was carefully avoiding Alice's eyes; which obviously meant they were having a conversation in their minds. He moved his head to the right, staring at the wall. Rosalie was staring at me, a wide smile crossing her seraphic face.
Whenever I look at Rosalie, I see my saviour; the angel who rescued me from a bear. In the short time that I was a human, I fell in love with Rosalie. My expression smoothed as I gazed at her face. Her blonde hair billowed around her head. Rosalie was truly an angel. Jasper shifted slightly in his chair, and my thoughts instantly transferred back to our fight last night. I needed to beat him, to put him in his place. He had been unbearable all day. Rosalie had reassured me that Jasper must have cheated, but it didn't stop the annoyance rising each time Jasper looked my way with his arrogant smile. Jasper suddenly moved violently, and Rosalie stared at him in surprise. I felt Edward glaring at Jasper warningly.
"Sorry," Jasper said glumly. I will beat him tonight, I thought abruptly.
"You weren't going to do anything," said Alice, touching his arm gently. "I could see that." She watched him carefully as she spoke. "It helps if you think of them as people. Her name is Whitney. She has a baby sister she adores. Her mother invited Esme to that garden party, do you remember?"
"I know who she is," Jasper snapped at little Alice.
Alice looked away, sadly, half in hurt surprise. After a few more minutes, with a worried expression, she rose and waltzed out of the cafeteria. Jasper looked angry and upset with himself.
Edward leaned in to me once we had watched Alice dance away. "Jessica Stanley is giving the new Swan girl all the dirty laundry on the Cullen clan," he whispered.
I laughed quietly. I hope she's making it good.
"Rather unimaginative, actually. Just the barest hint of a scandal. Not an ounce of horror. I'm a little disappointed," Edward said.
And the new girl? I thought. Is she disappointed in the gossip as well?
Edward didn't reply. I glanced across to Rosalie again. Her dark eyes met mine, and she started minutely. I smiled at my angel, communicating my plans for tonight with my gaze. Her lips twitched at the corners, and she coughed quietly.
"Shall we?" she asked, avoiding my eyes.
En masse, we stood and walked out of the cafeteria, dropping our uneaten food into the bins on the way out.
I looked sideways at Edward. "So, is the new one afraid of us yet?" I asked, repeating my earlier question.
He shrugged, and I dropped the matter, not interested enough to press the subject further. I would find out soon enough, and I knew she would be afraid of us. All the students are afraid of us, although they cannot understand why. It is a subconscious warning in their heads, telling them to avoid us. They are sensible if they heed that warning, and of course all of them do.
I had all my lessons with Jasper, so I could not escape him for another two hours. I groaned inwardly; this was going to be a living nightmare. Before Rosalie turned to go, I touched her hand gently and smiled at her. I watched as she glided, more graceful and beautiful than a ballerina, into her next lesson. Jasper gave me a wicked grin as we walked to class. A growl raked against my throat, and I knew he had heard. Not long now, I thought. Not long Jasper, and then you'll be sorry.
