A/N :: Thanks for reading, I'm giving you all a treat by putting yet another chapter up. This wont happen all the time. Btw, don't kill me. Please.

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Disclaimer: I do not wish to infringe upon Stephanie Meyer's rights, I don't own anything, except for Jesse. And this messed up plot line. But A girl can dream right?

Emmett's POV

Lunch.

The easiest period.

I was completely zoned out. Staring at the brick wall that every cafeteria has thinking about Rosalie. Edward is missing. But that's usual. He always missed lunch when we went to a new school, being the only single one in the family, girls flocked around him.

Poor guy.

"Baby," My Rosalie whispers sweetly.

"Yes," I reply just as quietly, taking her hand.

"What are you thinking about?" She runs two fingers down my arm.

"You."

She giggles, and I swear at these moments if she could blush, she would be.

"That face is adorable," I smile at her sweetly and place my finger under her chin to get her to look at me. Most would not guess Rosalie to be sweet, innocent, and shy. But she is, That's what is so endearing to me. Sure, she's got enough confidence to last her centuries, but who wouldn't with a body and face like hers?

Then suddenly we are pulled out of our conversation by a gasp.

"Alice what's wrong?" Jasper asked worriedly.

"Bella. Edward. Scars."

"Alice? What?" I ask.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Alice." Rosalie's temper flared. We need to get this one under control.

"Rosy, just calm down, Alice will tell us later, when there aren't so many people." I say soothing her.

She breathes, its fine now. "See now that's better isn't it."

She smiles, and giggle's a little.

"Love you." She says.

"I love you too." I say sweeping her hair away from her face.

"What a scene from the 80's you guys are." Alice laughs.

"Well," I say, "Better the 80's then the 50's." I say trying to make a joke, and failing.

I look over at Jasper, he looks incredibly worried, like at any moment something bad is going to happen. But I won't ask, I know better than that. I smile at him reassuringly and hopefully have a look that says 'it's going to be ok.'

I look down at all out untouched food. And laugh, at some point, somebody has to think that we are anorexic or something. Because we are so pale, and never head. I laugh again.

Rosalie cocks her head staring quizzically at me, "Someone has to think we are anorexic or something at some point." And everyone bursts out in a round of laughter.

It quiets down after a few moments. There really is nothing to do in the cafeteria.

Finally after what seems like an eternity, the bells rings.

Well off to the torture they call sixth hour.

Jasper's POV

Alice tells me everything.

But she won't tell me about that damn vision.

I pull out my phone, and text her.

Alice, plz. Just plz tell me. J

After a few moments my phone rings, but only in an octave I can hear.

I wish I cld, bt, I cnt. Sorry. A

Fine. Ill tlk 2 u l8r. love you. J

Love you too! A

Now I have the rest of this stupid English class to sit through. Things that I had learned a million times. Probably more. But they do change things every now and then. At least it gets more interesting, but it would be nice to actually work instead of being a teenager all the time. Just once I wish I could in roll in the army again. I'd be able to do something with this existence instead of going through this blasted high school again.

I thought back to last year during summer…

**Alice was in her favorite swimming suit, the whole family was together. If you could call it that. Well except Edward, he always felt excluded when we did things like that, no one to hold, or look out for. A lonely existence, but he refused to admit it. We were jumping and screaming like idiots playing in the little lake that formed out back of our house in the woods, everyone shining like diamonds. Life was good.

Alice walked up to me, and pushed me down, then deliberately sat down on my lap and cuddled up in the crook of my neck. Complaining that she was bored.

I got the bright idea to pick her up, and throw her in the water. Not realizing she wasn't wet. Soaking her hair, and killing the makeup on her face, if it were possible her face would have been bright red from anger. Her fists balled up. Her face seething anger, she was a vision. Absolutely gorgeous. Then it hit me.

She was going to kill me. Or something worse. My eyes popped open and I ran as fast as I could in the other direction, my family's laughs could be heard from miles away. Alice almost caught up with me and suddenly…….**

Ring.

Ugh. Time for a torture called Gym.

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