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Chapter three:
An email.
Tuesday the 12th of Feb.
I awoke with a jolt.
"Get up sleepy-head!" Taylor said, throwing her pillow at me.
"S-matter?" I asked wiping sleep out of my eyes.
"Well, we're going to miss the first lesson if you don't get up," she answered.
I clambered out of bed and grabbed some clean clothes, then rushed to the bathroom to change and get ready.
After a hurried breakfast me, Taylor and Cecelia all clambered into the car and began the short drive to school.
The morning flashed past. All I could think about was lunch and sitting with the Cullen's again.
At last we walked into the cafeteria to get some much needed food, and to find out some more about the Cullen's. I had my note book ready in my pocket.
"Cecelia go make sure we can sit at the Cullen's table, will you?" I asked her, knowing how she would answer.
"I'm on it!" I watched her walk away to the Cullen's table.
After we had got food for ourselves and Cess, me and Taylor proceeded to the Cullen's. They sat the same way they had yesterday. I sat next to Cecelia, who sat opposites Jasper Hale.
"Jasper, are you ok?" Cecelia asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine!" he snapped. I noted that his eyes were black today. He must be hungry. Surely this was proved they were vampires.
"Did anything interesting happen to you today, Jasper?" Cecelia asked inquisitively. She smiled at him, a smile full of bright, genuine curiosity.
I whipped out my note book under the table and started scribbling down the conversation, and his reactions.
"No," he said through clenched teeth.
"Jasper, Are you sure you're ok . . . ? You look kind of . . . Tense . . ." Cecelia observed, sounding sad.
This seemed to be too much for Jasper. He slammed his fist down on the table. We all jumped. He stood shaking with anger.
"I'm fine!" he all but yelled. I sensed heads turning in our direction. There was an unusual hush in the cafeteria.
"Come on Jasper lets go," Alice said standing and pulling him away from the table.
* * Cecelia * *
I saw Edward's face screwed, the bridge of his nose held between his fore finger and thumb, I felt the accusation in his eyes as he looked at me, slightly begging me to stop pushing my luck.
I could still feel the table vibrating. I feel so bad testing Jasper like this; I mean what he did he ever do to me. I hate myself; I could have stopped, why I couldn't just stop while he was doing okay . . . He was obviously hungry, and in pain . . . Lots of pain.
"I'm sorry!" I whimpered in Edwards's direction. "Tell him I'm sorry."
"It's too late for that now!" Edward replied angrily, obviously upset with me, and let me just clarify that he has every right to be angry with me, I deserve a worse punishment than anger.
* * Emma * *
We were just getting in the car when my phone beeped. Pulling it out I discovered that Renesmee had sent me a text. It said:
Emma,
Meet me in the woods outside Newton's Olympic Outfitters.
I'm sorry, but it's necessary, and urgent.
Renesmee
P.S. Don't come.
What the hell? I pocketed the phone and climbed into the drivers seat. "Just got a message from Renesmee," I informed them. "Said she wants to meet me in the wood outside Newton's Olympic outfitters, it's a hiking equipment shop," I explained, seeing their puzzled expressions.
"Can I see the text?" Cecelia asked hesitantly.
"Sure!" I said handing her the phone.
"I have a bad feeling about this," she said handing the phone back.
"How bad can it be?" I asked starting the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot, we had parked right next to the exit.
"Well, they could suck all the blood out of us!" Cecelia pointed out.
"Um. . . . Cess, didn't you read the website?" I sighed exasperated. "It said that vampires with gold or black eyes eat animals."
* * Edward * *
I'm running as fast as I can. I owe it to Seth to stop Jasper. I'm doing this for Jasper too, if he does this he'll hate himself, he'll want to kill himself. He might kill himself!
* * Emma * *
We walked around the back of Newton's, which was a small shop with thousands of advertisements stuck in the windows, and began to walk along the small path that was situated opposite the dumpster.
I had just glimpsed a figure standing quite away ahead of us, when out of nowhere Edward was standing in front of us. We all jumped, startled by his sudden appearance.
"Edward! What are you doing here?" Cecelia asked, sounding unsurprised. "We were supposed to be meeting Renesmee."
"Well, Renesmee is . . . ill," he said shiftily. "She sent me to tell you that she's ill." Yeah right, I thought.
"She could have just emailed us," I pointed out.
"It would have taken too long for the email to reach you," he explained, sounding as if he was telling the truth.
"I think you'll find that emails travel faster that you!" Taylor said.
"Or are you a fast runner?" Cecelia asked pointedly.
"No! I'm not," he said, sounding both angry and alarmed.
"Why was Jasper back there?" I indicated past Edward to where Jasper had been standing.
"He's not there, he never was," he said moving to the side, so we could all see the plainly empty clearing.
"Girls, I think we should go . . ." Cecelia said regretfully.
"Why?" I asked confused.
"I'll explain later," Cecelia said, smiling at Edward sorrowfully, turning on her heel and marching back the way we had come. I gave Edward a withering look then followed, Taylor at my side.
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