I'm wondering whether you guessed right or not.

The thing is, I kinda changed my mind about the two character thing. Today we're going to read FOUR other points of view rather than two like I said. It's better this way.

Anyway, the story's turning a new corner. This chapter is completely different to the others.

You'll see what I mean...

It's drama packed, just how you like it.

Enjoy ;) XoX

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Chapter 4- Complications

Jasper

Football practice was finally over. All I wanted was for somebody to carry me home so that I could fall flat on my bed and sleep forever. Yeah, that's how utterly drained I was. Seriously, I did the most moving in this squad. Even Emmet took out toilet breaks here and there. My eyes were on the game all the way through. It was only at the end I would be left shattered; one of these days I was going to end up in hospital trying to get myself home.

I sprayed myself with water from my bottle. It was warm, so drinking it would be a waste of time but I still did. I shook my head forcefully, though I didn't know why I was doing it. Maybe to get rid of some of that heat which felt like a flame to my scalp? I needed a haircut. A bald would be effective.

So I was gathering up my stuff and thinking of asking coach for a lift home when a certain somebody comes walking up to me with her hands on her hips, like always. I don't look up but I can feel her fiery eyes all over me. I just remember, it's Valentines Day.

"What's up Rosalie?" I keep my face far, far away. Anywhere but on her. Why is she here now? She knows what I'm like at this time of the day. Oh, that could possibly be the answer to my question.

"We need to talk" She says, in that strict tone.

Oh no. Not again.

"Why? We're not going out anymore- are we?" I still don't look at her but try and move past her, except that she has her foot out in that way again, like she's trying to say: Go on then. Let's see you try and get past me.

So I be patient. I'm good with that sorta thing, except that now I'm kinda drowsy.

"Yeah, I know we're not. I just want to ask you why you and Bella were on a date when we were going out. You said you were loyal to me." Oh, so she found out about that did she? Argh. Obviously she would. These girls gossip like God sent them to do it.

"It wasn't a date, Rosalie. I agreed to a sort of prank with Emmet. I barely know Bella" it was the truth but she wasn't accepting it whether she believed it or not.

Please shift, sweet Rosalie. My home is calling for me. Why torture me at this particular time? Spare some sympathy. I am innocent. I have never misused you, I swear!

"Why are you being like this Jasper?" She asks, going all croaky. Why am I being like what? If I was any other guy in this school, I'd be shouting my ass off back at her.

I still don't look at her until she leaves me no choice by suddenly whimpering. I can feel it coming. The waterfall. No.

"Rosalie- Rosalie!" She's not listening. The whimpering's turning into quiet sobs and now wait, low wails. The tears are spilling down her cheeks, smudging her eyeliner. What did I do?

I put my arm around her shoulder in a friendly way, nothing else. It's definitely the wrong move. She screams and shoves me so that I take three steps back. Boy, has she got strength.

"You're just a heartbreaker", she cries and starts hurrying away. What? Wait, she's going now. That was quick. She's turned the corner, still snivelling.

"Rosalie? You dumped me remember?" But she's gone and I'm surrounded by the previous silence she broke.

I sigh.

Girls. I just don't get them. Life would be so much easier if they sat down and talked rather than throwing tantrums every time they have a problem. Who does that help? No one.

Coach's gone home. Rosalie's crying her life away somewhere. And I'm here like a slug on drugs.

I get some coffee from the hot drinks machine, since I'm going to have to walk it. That'll wake me up a bit, I think.

Splitting up with Rosalie was supposed to bring me happiness. It's like we never broke up. I speak to her now as much as I did then. Why do I always have to attract the wrong girls? Why can't I see the person I want to see more often? She'll only pop up from round the corner when I least expect it. Even then, she's gone before I catch a glimpse of that pretty face . You should just give up, I tell myself.

I sigh again and head towards the gates. Life's a cheat.

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Rosalie

Everything is so bleeding complicated. All the bad luck always comes my way.

All I wanted was the truth from him. Why do guys have to lie about everything??? He went out with Bella, so what? If he had just admitted it we could all move on. But no. He has to make it out as if I'm the bad one here. Like I was the one that cheated on him. Even though I wanted to I never did. Bet it doesn't make a difference to him. If I went to his house tonight he'd have five different chicks from each grade all giving him something to smile about.

Who cares anyway. I never loved him. He was just Jasper Hale; that football player I found cute. So why did you go out with him Rosalie? WHY?

I'll tell you why I went out with him. To get my mind of that other stupid boy. He's driving me crazy right now too. Another lousy football player. He'll end up just like the first. That's why I'm trying to keep away. But how can I? It's like he's making me jealous on purpose acting like he's got all these different girlfriends and then running away from them. I don't understand what he's trying to do.

I'm walking down the street blubbering like a total freak. Now jasper thinks I'm crying over him. It's not him. It's just all guys. When I'm not with them I'm like this, and when I am with them I have to watch them break my heart. So what do I do?

I think about going over to Alice's but then I remember she's having a romantic meal tonight with her boyfriend Troy. All the girlies are with their lovers tonight. It's Valentine's Day. I think that's why I'm all upset.

Valentine's Day is that day I look forward to each year. I'm known for this day. I own it. So what happened here? Why am I walking around like a dumbass while every other 16 year old girl is out having fun?

The only person I would want to spend today with is probably pretending it's April Fools Day right now.

Forget it. I guess I'm just one of Karma's unlucky picks.

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Alice

"Thanks Em" I smiled as Emmet dropped me off at Troy's doorstep. Bless him. He had come Valentine's Day shopping with me for hours without complaining and then walked me all the way home. I loved Emmet, as a friend.

"No probz, catch you laterrr" He grinned, waiting until I was inside before he left. I was so excited about tonight; I think I'd overspent. If Troy hadn't given me the spare key to his apartment I would have broken down the door.

The bags I was holding contained everything we would need. Flowers, drinks, decorations, romantic movies and CD's, food, clothes, teddies and anything else I could find with a big red love heart on it.

Oh how I loved Valentine's Day; It was filled with so much passion and tenderness.

"Troy, you home yet?" I yelled, bringing the shopping into the sitting room. I was so happy I did a little boogie dance while I waited for him to come down. I could imagine him gelling his hair or something upstairs.

He was shuffling about so I wasn't sure what he was up to but it keyed me up even more. I took out the flowers from the bag which I insisted on buying myself and crept up the stairs, hiding them behind my back.

I burst into the bathroom yelling "Happy Valentine's day" dropping the flowers when I caught sight of him coming towards me, topless.

"Oh, baby you too" he cooed, quickly kissing me and then holding my hand, he lured me out of the room and down the stairs. I giggled against his exposed chest. I had never seen him like this before.

We set up the table together and then I remembered that I had left the flowers upstairs. Troy said he'd get them but then we ended up racing up the stairs and into his room. I won.

I was rolling about laughing at how much faster I was than him.

"Shh" Troy hissed. I opened my eyes to see him looking quite annoyed and worried.

"Troy?" I sat up; he was holding my hand again and trying to take me downstairs. The flowers were cradled in his other arm.

"Troy what's going on?" I was afraid of ruining anything but I didn't like how he kept making shush noises.

"Nothing baby let's go, the food's getting cold" He tried again but I was being stubborn. I walked over to his closet, where his eyes had been flicking to. I pulled open the closet door and shrieked when something fell on top of me.

Whatever it was, it was definitely heavier than me. I opened my eyes at the naked woman laying over me and screamed like never before. Pushing and yelling at the same time, I managed to get out. I couldn't believe my eyes.

This was my Valentine's present from my boyfriend.

I slapped Troy on his left cheek, shoving the flowers into his mouth and storming down the stairs. My heart was aching; I wanted to get as far away as possible and never look at him again.

Tears naturally started leaking out of my eyes as I picked up the bags and threw them into the trash ignoring Troy's "It's not what you think. Alice Baby please".

He was flying down the stairs to get to me, he caught my wrist but I sped out of the door and down the steps.

To my surprise, he didn't let go and his pleading voice turned into curses. "Get back inside bitch. NOW" He gripped the top of my arms with both hands and it looked like he was about to crush them. I cried in pain, hoping somebody nearby would hear.

This isn't happening... This isn't Troy... It's all a dream ... Let it be a dream...

"Shut the fuck up" He commanded, shaking me until I had no choice but to bottle up the cries that were to come. Tears were still falling down my face.

I heard running and then a male voice coming from behind. I could feel a glint of hope when I heard him behind me.

"Get your filthy hands off of her" The person launched himself towards us, took hold of Troy and knee-butted him where it hurt, holding me when I fell backwards.

Troy swaggered off into his house, holding his groin and moaning. I felt sick but didn't want to move. I was too comfortable.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, only realising that I was leaning into somebody when I smelt aftershave. Whoever it was, was completely motionless.

Slightly frightened, I moved myself up a bit and was suddenly short of breath. No way ...

He was fast asleep, his head tilted to one side, his fair hair standing up. He looked adorable, breathing like a baby and peacefully sleeping. I watched him for a few moments, still in shock. He had dozed off in less than a minute. Cute, but who knew to send him of all people to the rescue?

My car was parked a couple of metres away so I dragged him and his gym bag onto the passenger seat and just let myself sink into his good looks before strapping him in and starting up the car. I couldn't think about what had just happened with this idol of mine, sitting by my side. I couldn't think at all. It was eerie, but I liked it.

I stopped the car outside my home and turned my head to face him again. I don't know how long passed before he softly coughed and rested his head against my shoulder, his eyes still firmly shut.

He was a gift from the heavens. My hero and secret Valentine tonight,

Jasper.

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Emmet

Dude, this isn't me. Where is everyone?

I never come to the bridge alone. I don't like looking down at the water, it freaks me out.

Where's Bella today? I miss my bum chum.

I was thinking, you know since it's Valentine's day and all, I should ring Bella up and confess my 'feelings' to her. I could start like this:

Isabella my love--- it's been 16 years--- my feelings for you are growing day by day--- I can't keep them locked up anymore. Ha-ha, no I'd muck that one up. How about starting with a soppy poem and then turning up at her doorstep in them lover boy boxers and that T-shirt she gave me with the hearts on?

Naw, forget it. She'll know it's a prank. Ever since that whole thing with Jasper she can't trust me with a peanut. Oh well, I can try Angela or someone. No wait. Bad idea. Dude, it was hard enough yesterday at lunch. Rosalie was giving me death glares. She must have thought I was seriously going to date them both or something. Ha-ha. Naw, they're not for me. Love just aint my thangg.

I'm looking at the water and thinking about what it would be like to jump in. I can just about feel how cold it is. Brrrrrrrrrr.

I start walking off the bridge and whistling a song by Justin Timberlake. I try a couple of his moves and see that a couple of kids are watching. I dance to the other side and then come to a halt by the highway, when I catch sight of somebody I know.

Jeeez, it's Rosalie, running. She looks- not right.

What is she doing? Damn it, she's not looking ahead. The traffic today is crazy, can't she see that? No. She's going to get hurt.

"Stop" I shout. She can't hear. I shout it louder. She's still running ahead and not listening. The traffic's speeding up. Stop. Please stop. She's inches away from the fast lane. My eyes are going to pop out any second now.

A van is zooming down, about to maybe, KILL HER. Do something Emmet, come on. Think.

But all I'm thinking of is Superman and other heroes. I look up quickly and when it hits me that it's up to me and not fictional characters to save her, I take in a huge breath of air.

I don't know what I'm doing but I sprint forward and speed towards her. The guy in the van is going crazy trying to press the brakes. Rosalie puts her foot down on the road. I push her back, the van just missing my body but it's tyre scrapes against my trainer. Rosalie falls back. I trip and end up flat on top of her. The van's gone and it's like it never came.

My plain eyes meet her glittery ones for a second. I don't know what's happening because I feel this jolt in my body and my heart's thumping like it's trying to break free from behind my ribs.

I roll over onto the grass, gasping for air like a fish out of water, when I become aware of my heavy weight on top of her light body. Rosalie too, is breathing heavily. I've never been that close to a girl and felt stuck like I did just then. It's creepy, dude.

"Why did you stop me?" She splutters, using one hand to lift herself up and away from me. She's panicking. Her hair's all over the place and she's got black, dry tears of eyeliner down her face. She was about to let herself die... why ? ? ?

I can't speak because I'm just gaping at her, also like a fish would do. She thinks I'm looking at her in disgust or something, but I don't have time to explain. I want to tell her something but it won't come out. She's walking back the way she came. I don't stop her but carry on staring after her. Come back ...

My lungs are dry. My eyes are stinging; I won't let myself blink.

I don't want to feel like this. I never feel like this.

I always thought she was nice-looking, like a Barbie doll or something. But now she's gone and I think-

I think I'm in love with her...

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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There you go ....

I wanted it to fit in with the Valentines Day theme so ... how was it?

Isn't Emmet just the cutest?

I'm not getting any reviews yet so not really sure whether there's any readers ...

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The story type might change again for the next chapter ,,, I think this way it'll be more interesting

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