Italics/ flash back

Sorry for this late upload, but I've had to get ready to go off to College XD. This Chapter would have been longer but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging like that in the time it would take to complete it. Also I the only thing I think i'm really changing about Angela is her height. I don't want her to be too OC. Also would you all want me to describe the settings more like the rooms and such?

R&R and Sayonara!

Its folded neatly in my hand. A perfect square just ready to have the words written on it spoken into the world, and I'm the one who'll do it.

How in the hell could she do this?! But not only that she has the audacity to baby me as if that serves as some sort of an apology. Fuck her half assed sorry I want answers. I'm pacing my room anger coursing through my veins.

I start picking out my outfit tonight, getting ready for the worst tonight. I choose black short joggers a black shirt. As for shoes I wear Jordans, I'm going to need a good amount of traction incase I have to run, 'or fight I'm not scared of her anymore' I think determined or over confidently, which ever one lets me walk up to Rosalie Hale unafraid.

I borrow/steal one of my moms bottles of key chain mace and place it in my pocket. 'I won't fall victim again.'

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There is a ten minute grace period before classes start and I intend to use them to extract answers. I quickly get out of Jessica's car before she even has a chance to park. I don't have any time to waist. I think my walk and face lets people know not to talk to me or bump into me. Because any other day some jerk has shoved into me by now, maybe it is all in the way you carry yourself but thats a story for another day.

I've made it to the Big Hallway nicknamed that by the school. It's like a super highway that lets you get to any building this school has. And being the only school in such a large area we have a lot of buildings.

Some people's lockers are on this hallway and one of those people are Rosalie Hale AKA the Ice Queen. I don't think I've ever gone after anything this hard. But this is for justice and my demanding OCPD level curiosity.

It almost feels like time slows down once I make it within ten feet of Rosalie's locker. And I feel my heart start to beat faster and harder. I think I might be shaking a little too but I won't stop, I'm too angry. 'Finally P.M.S. comes in handy.'

I make it to where I'm on the outside of Rosalie's locker as in her locker door is facing me. Luckily no one else is at their locker right now. I think people have a tendency to move away from Rosalie and admire her from afar, or are just scared and move away; who knew they were right to be so shaky?

My arms are folded and my hand has a death grip on the paper that holds every question I intend to ask this pussy monster. I'm surprised she hasn't noticed me yet 'She is doing her makeup, must take all her attention, I bet she reapplied "after"' I clear my throat, nothing she doesn't respond or move letting me know she heard me. I do it again and get the same reaction, if I was pissed off before now I'm sincerely mad. "Rosalie" I say in a tone more serious than I knew I had. Nothing 'Thats it!'

"Rosalie!" I slam her locker hard and say her name in a not so loud yell. It knocks her make-up brush out of her hand. I'm finally seeing her face and body for the first time today. She has on a long dark blue cardigan with a white v-neck under it. For bottoms shes wearing black twill skinny jeans with black heeled boots that have brown fur along the rim. She looks mad, just as mad as me. Her jaw is tight and her perfect eyebrows are framing her beautiful scowl.

Now that I have the monsters attention might as well use it starring into her blurry eyes, well blurry to me 'did I mention I had to take of my glasses to be brave enough to do this?' There is a comfort about not being able to see every one of Rose's anger filled emotions. Not to mention being able to ignore the eyes of the onlookers around us, they would have surely made me a nervous wreck.

I quickly unfold the paper in my hands and read the first question. "Just how many girls have you done this to, offered to take home just to -" she snatches the paper from me and balls it up with her right hand. "Give it back!" this bitch. I grab at it but she quickly pulls it out of my reach and into her cardigan.

"Wow! You came all this way, so determined, yet you couldn't even remember what you wanted to say. You had to write it down." She says standing straight with her hands on her hips.

"GIve. It. Back! Or else this'll be the worst day of your life." My eyes are slits now and my arms are at my sides with my fists balled up so tight they're white, just as white as Rose's marble like skin.

"Ha! I highly doubt it but please do give your ill- thought out plan." says Rose in an angry yet intrigued voice.

"Look you're going to give me back that paper and answer every last damn question Rosalie!" I say in an angry, threatening voice. 'This isn't getting me anywhere I have to appeal to her' "Tell me so that you can clear your conscious, I know you feel terrible about what you've done that is why I haven't told your family and the police. But I could tell everyone around us what you did right now!" I move my hand in a waving motion to highlight all the kids I could barely see around us. But they're not suffocatingly close probably too scared Rosalie might turn on them.

Rose actually smiles kindly at this but is surely hiding tons of anger and mallice. "Do you really think they'll believe you? These people are stuck so far up my ass for no other reason than my pretty face and the way I treat them like insignificant worms. These sick fucks would bully you, the actual victim, and treat me like a victim. They'd write you off as a no good liar without a second thought."

I looked around at all these blurry faces and knew she was 100% right. Infact me just getting into

Her face like this is going to start a troop of mean spirited, predatory rumors about me, people for some reason treat the meek like trash. But I'm not just getting answers for me. "Bella will believe me and the police will investigate not to mention I know this hurts you too I bet you cried when you got home."

I must've hit her right in the heart with my words, I doubt the people around us could see but her demeanor changed, I could tell in the small nuances. Her Jaw wasn't as tight and her brows weren't so furrowed. She could hide from everyone else behind that shell but even without my glasses I could actually see her, well a little bit she was still harder to read than old chinese.

In a normal speaking voice and not the yelll she just had she says "I'd give my life to cry."

The remorse is evident in her voice and I'm not sure why 'everyone can cry? Is she going a little crazy from all this?'

I'm confused now but I know I've made it through to her "If you start by telling me what I need to know then maybe-" she grabs my upper arm and moves me behind her so that I'm in the middle of the lockers and her. "What the Hell Ro-" but I shut my trap when I see who is in front of her.

A highly upset principal Ms. Burns and her more so rabid dog than Vice principal , who oh so loved telling people his status as Vice-principal allowed him to put his hands on students. And let me tell you, you don't want this 6'5 280 pound ex soldlier who doesn't even know the meaning of gentle to grab you. 'Why is she saving me? She was just three seconds from trying to rip my head off.' I look around and see other teachers have herded the students to their respective classes."

"So you two think you can stage a little show in my hallways stopping my students from going to class? I expect better of you being one of the good doctors kids. And you Allie, well you were so quiet why start trouble now? You deserve more but I'll give you detention for the next three days and a warning." Says Ms. Burns who just about walks and talks like multiple sticks have been stitched inside of her body.'Wow she couldn't even remember my name.'

I guess I still have a little bravery in the tank or the fact Rosalie's being my shield; probably the latter but I talk back. "W-wait a minute, that is not our fault they stayed and watched on their own free will!"

"What was that!?" I must have set off with all that common sense and logic I was speaking. I gulp audibly and quietly say 'sorry' I guess courage ran out, it was fun while it lasted.

He moves for me but Rosalie hasn't moved an inch and I look on in horror as to what could happen next. I put my glasses back on just in case I need to be a credible witness to something this dunderhead does. Her head was down not looking at him, her fists were balled up really tight.

He focuses on her instead. "So you want to be the tough one in this shit show!" He grabs her by the arm in what I know must be a scream bearing grip. But Rosalie doesn't even flinch. I can't see her face but I can almost feel the pure hatred coming from her, She might as well have just been a little peeved off when she was arguing with me, compared to how she is now.

"You know little arrogant chicks like you make me wish we still had corporal punishment, a red ass will take you down a peg. It'll show you what you really are, a scared little girl." 'this guy just said he wanted to spank her and Burns is not doing a damn thing about it.' is standing behind him with a shit eating smile, 'I bet she thinks him scaring the hell out of students is the way to run a school disgusting'

I think she sees me giving her the evil eye from behind Rosalie. "Lets not forget about this one" she says nodding towards me.

"Oh yeah you're not off the hook." He smiles evilly knowing he'll probably get a much better reaction from me. But before he can move Rosalie raises her head and looks the brute in his eyes, which wouldn't be so hard for her since shes like 6'1 model height. I don't know what her face looks like but it strikes fear in the heart of Cruise. He lets go so quick you'd think she was on fire. "B-Both of you get to class!" he yells loudly trying to hold on to the small string of dignity he still has.

looks mystified as well, wondering what could have gotten him. They walk down the hallway whispering to each other.

But, I'm out of the hallway before they are; running hard down those steps trying to make it to class. Not that I wanted to find out more about Mt. Everest its just that I don't want to be alone around Rosalie, a mad one at that.

I make it to geography in record time. With my glasses back on I can see all my admirers looking at me as if I'm the newest thing to hit the market. Infact has to quiet the classes murmurs, which all sound like they're about me and our resident Ice Queen Rosalie. My stomach feels a little queasy with all the stares directed at me, my anxiety has made its return.

The guy who sits behind me pokes me and whispers "What happened Ang?" Now mind you this guy has never once even said hello to me but now we're on nickname level friendship? But being the irritatingly polite person I am I whisper back "uh Its complicated." This isn't gone unnoticed by the teacher, but luckily she doesn't bust me out she just gives me the signature 'teachers glare'. 'Why am I risking myself for this guy, as if I'm not already in enough trouble?'

I get another familiar tap on my back. "Pssst hey just write down what happened and hand it to me." Wow people can be amazingly arrogant, his first words to me are basically demands for me to give him information. This time I continue to look forward with the same feelings of anxiety, my legs shaking now 'What are you so scared of ? they're just looking at you.' But this logic does nothing to calm my nerves. I feel sick.

This time the guy doesn't poke he shakes my desk with his foot "hey I know you heard me." Now more people are looking at me and there eyes feel like daggers stabbing from all directions. My breaths start coming harder. 'Someone help me' I can feel a panic attack coming on.

The bell rings and I'm out of there quicker than Usain Bolt. I make it to a destination I know will bring me comfort, Bella's locker, but no Bella. But I don't get to feel the loneliness of not having my best friend with me for long because a "popular" girl and her cliqu kind of encircle me. Lizzie the name I think she goes by asks "So Angela, what happened with Rosalie this morning? You okay?" She asks in the kind of way a concerned friend would ask, even adding a "you okay" in there to make it seem like she actually cares. But I've always prided myself in being able to see through to people's real intentions. I can read people better than I can American English. That being said I have no idea how to answer her.

The easiest choice would be to blow her off, but I'm too kind and nervous for anything so bold. Plus she doesn't look like the type to give up. I must be taking too long to answer because Lizzie gets impatient. "Well Angela don't make me wait forever." she says in a voice that isn't so friendly anymore. "I uhm have to go actually, m-maybe some other time ok?" I try to wiggle my way out of this circle but it doesn't go so well because Lizzie not so gently pulls me back so that I'm against the lockers again. But before anything else happens an unlikely savior shows up.

Ben Cheney pushes through the barricade of girls and says "Hey Angela help me with this math problem real quick, sorry to take her from you girls." He pulls me out of the snake pit and over to his locker. The girls walk on but not before whispering and giving him death glares. My hearts beating hard for like the umteenth time today but not for the usual reasons. Ben's been my crush since middle school. He is short with cute hair, I like to think of him as a cute boy sized teddy bear. However my "overflowing confidence" has made me admire him from a far, more as someone to like but never in 1000 years talk to. So this is our first time talking. Not only that he held my hand to pull me out from those girls.

"You okay Angela? Girls like that are vultures looking for blood." He laughs a little trying to make the mood less tense.

I stare dumbly at his cute face a few minutes before I actually respond 'Yea thats totally not weird Angela' "Oh y-yeah i'm fine now thank you so much I didn't know how to get out of it."

"I know how it is, the bigger guys sometimes give me a hard time too because i'm like 5'5. I see it must be the same for shorter girls too." he smiles a very cute boy next door smile that just about melts my heart. "Oh class is about to start, I'll walk you there to make sure no one messes with you." Yup, my heart is melted now.

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The rest of the day was basically me sitting in the vacant areas of my classes so no one would try to pop the big question, "What happened between you and Rosalie?" I nearly sprinted between classes so I wouldn't get caught in the hallways like I did earlier.

Ben offered to sit with me in the library when lunch rolled around. But I said no I didn't want to impose on him. Good thing I didn't because when I walked / jogged past the library oddly a lot more students were in there. Damn these kids were like bloodhounds for drama. The only place I could find to wait in peace was the old art teachers class. She wouldn't even wake up when I shook her, the only reason I knew she was alive was her snores.

But now the end of the day is here and I have to deal with things much scarier than the annoying and pesky students at Forks High school. I'll be facing a Ice Queen, an Ogre, and a Witch, plus the badder than normal kids who get detention.

I get out of class and make a slow walk to to room 123, I know right funny room to give detention. 'Maybe it's a metaphor for bad kids having to learn the basics or maybe-' I'm on the floor I zoned out and ran into the guy who is heading it, .

Without even an attempted hand up he says "Get up and get in Weber I do not I repeat do not! Have all day for this." Yeah because me rushing in will help, especially considering i'm the first one here. I really wanted to ask him just what the hell he had to do but I'd rather not be thrown into lockers today.

The kids who walked in and started to fill the room gave me different looks some looked curious, but some look proud. One girl even walked to me where I was seated in the very back of the class and said "Good job sticking up to that puta, whatever you stuck up to her about. A lot of these folks would've been too scared."

That really warmed my heart, it even gave me the courage boost I highly needed, running around scared of a question all day really hurts your confidence. 'Rosalie is not getting away that easily.' Everyone was in two minutes before detention really started, well except for Rose. But, without a second to spare she walks in fashionably late.

"So you think you're hot shit walking in here like this, I should add a day of detention, how bout that? Huh?." says Cruise with a smile on his face as if he'd won some imaginary competition he was having with himself.

"You can't. Not on the basis of me being late anyway. Both of my feet were in the door five seconds before three o'clock. The camera in the hallway will prove my story infallible." Rosalie said in a correcting voice that I know must've filled Cruise with hate. The class knew too because people started chuckling as his face got beet red.

Rosalie continued to find a seat in the front of the class, with an Ice cold air about her. 'Thank god she is in the front far from me.' But I thanked my lucky stars too soon because Cruise wasn't letting up on the BS anytime soon.

"You won't be sitting there you little brat." He smiled and looked at me. "You're going to sit right next to your buddy Angela in the back, Rick trade seats with Hale." This decree got Rosalie's attention. Her eyes got wide and her mouth was slightly open. She didn't look so much surprised more so worried.

"How is that in anyway the proper course of action considering-" Rosalie is cut off by an elated Mr. Cruise who has finally gotten a "win"

"Hale get moving, nobody has all day for ! Don't tell me you're scared of Angela." he sits on the desk in front of the class with his arms crossed smiling like a dumb class is surprised too, putting two students who obviously have "beef" together for shits and giggles is obviously crazy. But a few students are laughing 'yeah laugh at my pain.'

Rosalie gets up and steadily walks back to the seat next to mine with a slightly worried face. 'Why does she look worried? Why does he think 6'1 her would be scared of 5'2 me?! What the fuck' I'm the one who should be being questioned about being scared.

She sits down without so much as looking at me. I sat in the desk that was in the corner to make sure others would surround me, so much for that plan.

"Fuck"