**Here is our next POV which comes courtesy of Alice. I would like to say thank you to Claire55578, baby cyclops, kgunter34, and my guest reviewer for their thoughts on the previous chapter. I'm sorry if I don't respond to all reviews, but I do appreciate them. Anyways, enjoy**

Alice POV

Why me? It's not that I'm ashamed of my designs or anything, because they're actually pretty good if you ask me, but people here only see what they want to see. I'm not exactly known for my fashion sense. It's not my fault that my family doesn't have money. My mom works two jobs just so she can support my brother Riley and I. I've offered to get a job too, but she doesn't want it to affect my grades. If I have any hope of going to college then I need a scholarship.

I'm a little curious how this Bree girl found out about my sketches. I'm usually very careful about keeping them hidden when others are around. Admittedly, I do tend to get absorbed whenever I am sketching, so she could have snuck up on me one day. I wish I knew what she looked like, then maybe I would remember. The Yearbook! I could check in there and find out what she looks like, and maybe find out more about her!

I turned the corner and made it to my locker without incident, thankfully. Ever since the assembly this morning people have been staring at me and whispering when I walk by. On a normal day, I wouldn't mind the attention. Today however, I'm feeling more self concious than ever. I get the feeling that this day is just going to get worse.

My fears are confirmed moments later when I close my locker door and turn to see Tanya, Jessica, and Lauren surrounding me. Tanya is the first to break the silence, "Hi, Alice. How are you doing today?" Her sickly sweet voice makes me internally cower. Anyone who knows Tanya, knows that she is anything but sweet.

I want to simply turn and run, but my feet don't seem to be working so I try and answer without stuttering like a fool, "I'm good. How are you?" I'm sure my smile looks more like a grimace, but it can't be helped.

Her face lights up with a wicked smile and I know I'm about to regret not running, "Well, it has definitely been interesting so far. First, that poor girl dies, which is tragic really. Then, there was that assembly. I must admit that I'm grateful we got to miss the first two periods. I hate Math. Anyways, I was delighted to find out that you are a designer, and I was hoping I could see some of your work."

I know my jaw is nearing the floor, but it takes a moment for me to get my mouth to close. I know this is one of her tricks, so I simply try to appease her so that I can get away, "Actually, I don't have any of my sketches here. Maybe some other time."

All three of the harpies break out into shrill laughter for a moment before Jessica jumps in, "You're a band geek! What do you know about fashion? I mean, seriously, who would want to wear something you designed?"

I knew I should expect this, but what I didn't expect was my reaction. Her words upset me and I wanted nothing more than to let my fist fly into her face. I'm not a violent person by nature, but right now I was considering changing that. Instead, I squared my shoulders and stood up to the annoying little twit, "I may be a band geek, but that's not all I am! I may not be able to afford all the best clothes, but I enjoy fashion and I'm going to be a designer one day! You'll see!"

Their laughter once again filled the halls, but this time it was accompanied by many of the other students that were in the halls with them. All of my anger from a moment ago vanished and I could feel myself deflate. It was in that moment that Rosalie Hale showed up. She didn't join in the laughter, but rather ordered the others away. The look in her eyes was cold when she addressed her friends, but for a moment I saw compassion in her eyes as they slid over my face before she turned and stomped off. I was stunned for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened when I felt my books and all of my papers fly out of my hands. Everyone started laughing again and I could feel the tears in my eyes. I didn't want them to see me cry so I tried to hold it in. I was glad when the she-devils walked away. I couldn't hold in my tears much longer, and if I let them slip while they were still around then my life would be a living hell.

I bent down to pick up all of my stuff when I saw someone else in my peripheral doing the same. I turned to see Bella Swan. She was mirroring my position and gathering my papers that were scattered across the hall. When she caught me looking she offered a small smile. I returned it with a watery one of my own before turning back to the task at hand. It only took a minute and I was thankful for the help. "Did you draw this?" I looked up to see Bella holding one of my newest sketches that I had started this morning. I could feel my face turning red and I nodded. "It's really good," she offered me my papers, "You shouldn't let them get you down."

I sighed, "It's easier said then done." She nodded and gave me one more smile before taking off down the hall.

The rest of the day passed by with more stares and whispers. I did my best to ignore it all, and made it through without another incident. It wasn't until after school that my day started to go down hill again. I missed my bus because I was so distracted by Tanya talking to that new boy Jasper. It wasn't any secret that Tanya went through boys in this school like water. I was a little disappointed when I saw her with Jasper at first. I haven't talked to him since his move here from Texas at the beginning of the year, but I have noticed him, and he doesn't seem like the type to go for someone like her. It only took a minute of seeing them together to know that my original assumption was right.

He looked uncomfortable and was obviously looking for a way out. His posture was rigid and his eyes were wide with fear. When his baby blues locked with mine I was stunned for a moment. I felt drawn to him for a moment, but I quickly averted my eyes. Boys like him don't go for girls like me. I needed to get away before I allowed myself to look at him again. It was then that I noticed my bus taking off without me. I wanted to scream in frustration. This is why I need a car! It was a four mile walk to my house, so instead of getting mad, I started walking. Mom was probably going to be mad at me because I was supposed to watch Riley tonight, but there really isn't anything I can do about it now.

I only got about a block before Emmett's gigantic jeep pulled up beside me, "Need a ride squirt?"

"Yes, please, thank you." He held out his hand so that he could help pull me into his monstrosity. "You need a step ladder to get into this thing."

He laughed and shook his head, "No, actually, I don't. Maybe you just need to grow a couple more inches."

I playfully slapped his arm and we took off in the direction of home. My mom works with Emmett's mom at the hospital overnight, so growing up we used to spend a lot of time together. When we got into high school we stopped hanging out so much, but I would still consider him one of my best friends. He spends most of his time in the garage where he works, or hanging out in La Push with Jacob Black, but every once in a while he will make time to come and hang out with Riley and I.

"So are you working tonight?" I ask trying to strike up a conversation.

He shakes his head, "Nah, I've got today off and Jake is taking his dad to the doctor, so I thought I could come hang out with you and Riley tonight if that's cool."

"That's fine. Is Billy okay?" Jacob's parents were in an accident a few years ago. His mother was killed on impact while his father, Billy, ended up in a wheel chair. He gets social security, but it isn't enough to pay the bills, so Jacob supports them. His sisters help when they can, but most of their money goes toward school.

"He's fine. They just wanted to check him out. Jake's been working on his Rabbit. He thinks he might have it finished in a couple of weeks."

Jacob has been working on this old junker that he saved out of a junk yard when he was fifteen. Almost three years later and he is finally finishing it, "That's awesome! I bet he's excited."

He laughs, "You have no idea. It's all I've been hearing about for the last two weeks, ever since they told him that they finally got the part he needed." I join in his laughter and it feels good. After the day I've had it's nice to just laugh, and Emmett is the perfect person for it.

When we get to my house my mom is sitting on the front steps with her waitress outfit still on. Grease stains are splattered across the front of the light blue dress, and there are traces of mustard along her hip. She looks tired, but smiles when she sees Emmett and I walking up. "Hi kids! Emmett, it's been too long since you've been by!"

He scoops her up and hugs her gently before placing her back on her feet, "I've been working alot, but I'm gonna hang out tonight."

She pats his arm lovingly, "I'm glad. Riley's missed you. He wanted to know when you would take him to the shop so that he can help you fix up the cars."

Emmett shrugs, "I'd have to talk to my boss, but I wouldn't mind him hangin' around."

I punch his massive shoulder, probably doing more damage to my hand than him, "How come I never get invited to the shop?" I feign anger.

He laughs and ruffles my hair, "Because you hate getting dirty."

I laugh because he's right. I don't know a thing about cars, but I wouldn't mind hanging around him and Jake, "I could come and just hang out and talk to you."

His expression softens, "If my boss says it's okay, I'll bring you and Riley down one day to hang out. Okay?"

"Sounds good."

My mom hugs his side before excusing herself. She needs to rest for a little while before going in to the hospital tonight. Once we've settled into the couch, Emmett faces me and puts on his serious face, "So...are we gonna talk about this morning?"

"What about it?" I ask, wondering if he is talking about me being mentioned in the assembly, or the attack of the she-devils.

"You're sketches. I thought you stopped years ago."

I sighed, "I never stopped. My drawings were my thing. They helped me get through all the tough stuff, you know? Then I started sketching clothing designs, and I knew that people would make fun of me for it, so I hid it."

"Squirt...you shouldn't hide it. That girl was right, you should be proud of what you can do. Who cares about anyone else? They don't matter."

I give him a soft smile, "Thanks, Emmett. I think I needed that. Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time to stop hiding."

He swings his arm over my shoulder and pulls me into a side hug, "That's my girl! Now, what movie should we watch?" And just like that, the serious conversation is over.

**I just wanted to get your opinion. Whose POV do you want next? Emmett? or Bella?**