A/N: Yes I know, two chapters in 24 hours. I feel like writing. Also I all of a sudden keep getting a whole bunch of views on this story, so it makes me happy :D Please review or something if you read, first off that means I can personally thank you for giving my story so much as a second glance with all the Twilight stories there are out there. Also, it makes me write better and longer chapters. By the way, this will be an Alice/Jasper story (mainly) but right now I just want to get everyones first few days at forks high down before I focus on them. Also, I hate to keep plugging it like this, but please read my other story, the fact that its based on the wizard of oz may seem weird, but its for the place not characters, please just check it out! By the way, I'll probably be posting once or twice a week per story, unless I have motivation to go faster (or slower). And now, with out further nagging or ranting, I give you chapter four. Oh and by the way, special treat, because I'm finally going to write from Emmett and Rosalie's POV!

EmPOV

Bella, Edward and I walked to Math in an awkward silence. I was happy for Bells that she found someone that she really likes, but I don't see why he had to have a girlfriend. They seem to have the same situation as we do, but I get the feeling that they don't know it. It seemed as if that Alice girl didn't really like him, but was still surprised to see him flirting with someone else. But, what do I know? All I know is that I hope blondie will be in Math with me. She seemed like just my type, and fiesty too. Thats never really a bad thing, is it? Well, anyways, Bells Edward and I walked down the hall to the Math room, number 112. All eyes were on us, but with a different emotion in them. They all seemed to understand the metaphorical meaning of Bella standing between me and Edward and I heard someone snickering at our situation.

I found the person to be a short, moderately plump brunette who was torn between hitting on Edward and me, or laughing at us three. She made up her mind as she stepped into the invisible bubble that seemed to surround us, from the side closest to me. She moved to stand next to me, but her eyes darted back and forth from Edward to me.

"Hey hot stuff, I'm Jessica Stanley, a.k.a. Your new girlfriend." She said peppily. She continued to look back and forth from Edward to me, so it was unclear to whom she said this, which was probably what she wanted. When the three of us just kept walking, she stood in shocked silence. She apparently hadn't expected total rejection like she should have. I could have sworn I saw Bella roll her eyes, which made me chuckle. Of course then, as always, she flashed me a quick grin. She had always loved my chuckle, some people might have thought that was strange but I thought it was adorable, like everything else about her.

The hall way was slightly cool, because the air vents were in every corner. The floor probably used to be a nice dark brown linoleum but from years of tread and improper care, it was more of a dark grey. The slight smell of chemicals lingered, so the Bio lab must've been close. I knew I was correct when I felt Bella flinch next to me. She told me over the summer about how she loves Bio, but hates the smell. I smiled slightly when I noticed Edward had had the same reaction. Good for her, another thing in common with my Bella.

As rude as it sounds, I almost wish Edward would break up with that pixie, sorry, Alice, because I know how happy he would be with Bella, and how happy she would be with him. We would stay best friends of course, because I couldn't stand to be parted from her, but dating her? Now that was I could live without.

I decided that it would be best to befriend Edward. Not only could it help his and Bella's relationship, but he did seem like a pretty cool guy. In an effort to start on this as quickly as possible, I started a conversation to get things going between the 3 of us, and to hopefully quench the awful silence in the hall.

"So, Edward, when did you move to Forks? Where did you live before?" I probed.

"I just moved here in July from Seattle, it's not far, but it was worth the move." He replied simply.

"Well that's nice, I moved from Chicago, and Bella here moved from Arizona." I said, giving him a chance to talk to Bella.

"Oh that's cool! Bella, how is it your so pale if you're from Arizona. Why'd you move from somewhere so warm to somewhere so cold and rainy anyways?" Edward said, trying to contain his eagerness to talk to Bella.

"Oh well, for some reason I just don't get tan, just burnt. I also prefer not to die of heat stroke. But I moved here because my mom is re-marrying, and so I moved here to live with my dad and give them some privacy. He's the police chief." She said, not afraid to let her family's story be known.

"That's nice of you. I'm sure you miss her a lot. I think I've met your dad, I passed him once while he was on his daily route around town. He and my dad Carlisle talked. My dad's the new doctor at the hospital, so they had a lot to talk about." Edward said. I had become practically invisible to them, but I didn't mind, it gave me a chance to scout the hall for that amazing blonde from earlier.

"I could never be a doctor, the smell of blood makes me sick. Isn't that right, Em?" Bella said, kindly bringing me back into the conversation. They both looked at me waiting for confirmation. I could tell Bella wanted me to tell that one particular story.

"One time over the summer," I began, "Bella and I were in her house and she was wrapping a gift for her father's birthday. She was folding in the last corner of the wrapping paper when she got a paper cut. Naturally, it started to bleed and I saw a whole new side of Bella. At first she panicked and tried to hold her nose against the smell, but that just got the blood on her nose, so she could smell it even better. Then all of a sudden she got really quiet, and just passed out. I had to pick her up and carry her to the kitchen sink to wash the cut. She woke up sitting in the sink, with me putting a band-aid on her finger. Needless to say, she was pretty confused." I explained. At the end we all chuckled and a deep flush raised to Bella's face from her laughing and embarrassment. It wasn't hard to make her blush, which was just another one of those adorable things about her.

We then reached room 112 on our right and Edward stepped forward to open the door for all of us. My heart fell as I didn't see the blondie in there, but I still had Bella and Edward so I would be fine. Edward led the way down the aisles of chairs and motioned for us all to sit in a row. We once again sat in that symbolic order. Edward, Bella, then me. People all around us were chatting and throwing us looks. In a small town like this, new kids were scarce, so getting 4 new kids in one grade in one year was unheard of, and having 3 of them in this class was apparently quite exciting. Finally a squat man entered the classroom and a hush fell over the room. Everyone's eyes returned to the front.

The teacher wore an argyle sweater vest and a light blue button down. He wore classic black slacks, and brown glasses.

"We have 3 new students in our class today, students, so lets give them a warm welcome." He said. He turned around to write his name on the board for our benefit.

"Obviously." Some girl in the row in front of me said. She turned around and it turned out to be that girl Jessica who had hit on Edward and me before.

"Hey hot stuff." She said again.

The name on the board was revealed as Mr. Weiss.

"Would our new students please stand up and say their first and last names? Then I would like for everyone to go around and say their first and last names so they can try to learn them."

We let Bella stand up first to say her name.

"Hi everyone, I'm Isabella Swan, but please call me Bella. I moved here from Phoenix. By the way, I'm sure you've all met my dad, he's the police chief here." She said sweetly. A blonde haired boy different from the one I'd seen before let out a low whistle. Edward kindly let me go next.

"Hey I'm Emmett McCarty, I moved here from Chicago." I said simply. I got some giggles from the girls when they heard my voice, and took in my muscles. It was then Edward's turn to stand up.

"I'm Edward Mason, my dad Carlisle is the new doctor at the hospital. We moved here from Seattle."

More girls giggled. He may not have had the muscles, but he had the charm and the looks.

People went around the room and said their name. The blonde guy was named Mike Newton and his parents owned the outdoor supply store. I decided I didn't like him. Most of the girls giggled when they said their names, because both Edward and I were looking at them. Having girls lust after you seemed like it would be pretty cool but honestly it got really annoying. I could see Bella rolling her eyes next to me as the girls lusted after us and the boys all lusted after her. The latter of which of course made her blush, even if she didn't like them. But of course that gave them all the wrong idea that she had a crush on them. Let the games begin. I thought to myself. No one would go after her while I wasn't around, but whenever I wasn't around I knew Edward would be. Hopefully she'd be safe from all the guys and their wolf whistles and cat calls.

The class droned on for an hour, but being strategically in the back row had a bunch of advantages. We could whisper as much as we wanted, and the teacher didn't notice. We could also pass notes. Somehow the teacher kept catching Edward whispering though. The amazing thing is that even though he had been whispering about something completely irrelevant, he always could repeat what the teacher had last said to the very word. And of course, every word he said made Bella fall that much harder for him. It was cute, and it got my hopes up, because I had planned to talk to the blondie at some point.

Finally the period ended and I hopped out of my seat. I gave Bella's waist a quick squeeze and went off through the hall to my second period Biology with hopes high.

RPOV

I strutted to my classroom on Jasper's arm. I loved the attention I got from all the guys though my face was a mask of ice. We got to room 122 and Jasper stopped, because he had somehow gotten a glimpse of my schedule and checked the room I was going to and my class. It sent a pang of guilt through me. Even when we didn't talk he was exceptionally nice to me, and what did I do? Sway my hips for everyone else to see, and wear an extra short skirt. That's why we kept going out after our first date, even when I was my usual bitch self he was kind and understanding. Most guys would've either been driven away or tried to get into my pants, but Jasper was special. He didn't care how short my skirt was, he would treat me the same. So I asked him on a second date, to see if he would still be just as courteous, and he never changed. He was so attuned to my emotions and where I was too. I could tell he wasn't completely crazy about me, though he appreciated me, but even so, he treated me with all the grace as he would the love of his life. I didn't deserve him. To be nice, as I entered the Home Ec. Room I gave his hand a little squeeze, then, because I really did feel guilty and did like him, I gave him a little peck on the lips. Something we had only done a few times. He stood unresponsive under my touch but his eyes were ever emotional. I could tell he didn't believe the kiss was real. He thought I was doing it for attention. Another reason why I liked Jasper (a.k.a. Why I didn't deserve him) his eyes betrayed his emotions as clearly as if he had told them to me. It was a mystery to me why he never had a girlfriend before me. Anyone would be better for him than me.

He walked alone down the hall alone, but even when he was brooding he still got attention from the girls. Good for him, I didn't deserve him. I watched him go down the long hall and enter the Latin room. I hope he would see the girl he had seen before in the hall. I knew he didn't think I was that perceptive but I noticed how he tensed when he saw her and how their eyes met. However, I knew he still thought that I loved him, and wouldn't do anything as long as he thought that. Unfortunately I couldn't get further in my thoughts because the teacher walked in. I hope they knew there was no way that Rosalie Hale would break a perfectly manicured nail to beat an egg. It just wouldn't happen. Sorry.

The teacher was a moderately old woman with shoulder length snow white hair. She had slight wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but I knew they were from smiling as she was right now. Her skin was lightly tanned and she wore a floral print dress despite the cool September weather. Her form wasn't bad for her age and anyone could tell she was stunning when she was younger. She wrote her name on the board, as if we weren't all returning students. Mrs. Neely was written in large loopy script across the top of the board. Mrs. Neely had a reputation for being the nicest teacher in school, which made me feel bad about how I was going to be a complete snob in class, like I always was, but she wasn't the only one with a reputation for something.

I kept up the bitchiness for Jasper's sake actually. When I was a bitch the guys knew to stay away from me, which made it easier for Jasper and I to be together in peace. It was the least I could do for someone who does so much for me without second thought. I was once again pulled from my thoughts as Mrs. Neely began to talk. It was the least I could do to listen. She pulled out an array of various kitchen tools and began to introduce them and their uses. Well, I guess I could not listen to some of it...

"This is a whisk," She said, holding up a large metal whisk. "We use it to whisk things such as eggs for scrambled eggs, heavy cream for whipped cream, or for mixing ingredients." She explained, as if talking to an 8 year old. I zoned out after "This is a". Whoops. Sorry. Yet something else I didn't deserve.

My thoughts, however, took a turn to the depressing, and left with an hour of zoning, my thoughts went somewhere they went often, despite my attempts to block it out. Something else I hadn't deserved. I couldn't even think the word. All I could think is that if I ever saw Royce King I would punch his lights out. I had yet to tell anyone, but someday I would get my sweet revenge. A favorite quote of mine saved me from my darker thoughts. 'If revenge is sweet and payback is a bitch, then I'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet.' I fantasized about meeting Royce in a dark alley all alone. I would say that then knock him out. I was better, I was stronger, I wasn't the weak soul I was when he... took advantage of me last year. I inwardly chanted my mantra over and over to keep my emotions from spilling over.

You are stronger, you are faster, you are better, nothing can bring the new you down.

A solitary tear slid down my cheek before I put my mind over the matter and controlled my emotions with a strong grasp. Recently I kept feeling like I needed to tell someone. Being raped by your boyfriend wasn't something that could be hidden forever, and it was scratching its way out of me.

You are stronger, you are faster, you are better, nothing can bring the new you down. Mind over matter. Don't be sad. Keep the cool.

My face returned to its mask of ice. I was in control.

Just as I resolved to listen to Mrs. Neely talking she announced the class to be over. I stood up and tried to discretely make my skirt longer and close the neckline of my shirt a bit, for Jasper's sake. My chair scraped the linoleum as I pushed it back and left the classroom, keeping the hip swaying to a minimum. I walked on the side of the hall and tried to ignore the imaginary bubble that was constantly around me, even though I was no new girl to this school. I had always had a large bubble of personal space, which I didn't mind, but it could often be solitary, all the girls were afraid of me, and all the boys were afraid of rejection. At least people stopped doing the whole silence thing, it bugged me when they just didn't talk. It mainly happened when I was with Jasper and we walked down the middle of the hall, for everyone to see.

As I walked, lost in thought, I didn't see where I was going and I walked into a wall. I backed up and waited for the laughs to ensue. Rosalie Hale walked into a wall. I then realized the laughs wouldn't ensue because it wasn't a wall I had walked into, it was the hunk from earlier, and this time, both he and I were alone.

A/N: So how do you like it? Surprised at how... different Rosalie is? How perceptive Emmett is? WELL REVIEW AND TELL ME HOW YA LIKE IT. I cant improve without criticism, so criticize away. Please. Do it. Now. I'm waiting. I'm not posting again until I get 5 reviews, so review away!

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