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Chapter Five: Alice to the Rescue

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

Just when I thought that I could not be anymore confused.

I was obviously wrong.

I stared at his insanely handsome features for an instant my mouth gaping as he turned his head and headed out the doors following his siblings. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know weather to be scared, shocked or happy. I felt my heart pound.

I thought Edward hated me. No, that isn't a strong enough word. I thought he despised me! Perhaps my first impression of him was wrong, perhaps I misjudged him.

Oh sure Bella, he wants to kill you but secertly deep, deep down he likes you. I don't think so. As much as I wanted him to like me, as much as I wanted him to just talk to me. I knew that there was almost no possibly of that. Boys like Edward never even looked at girls like me. We weren't on the same planet, the same galaxy, the same universe!

I had waited for what felt like an eternity for this day. The day that I would finally meet him, the boy in my dreams. I am embarrassed to admit that I had pictured our meeting numerous times. I would run into him in a freak twist of fate, he would love me at first sight, I would tell him about my 'gift' and he would love me anyway. Of course these were the fantasies of a 15 year old Bella Sawn, as I grew up I realised in impossibility of this occurring. Still, it didn't stop me from having a quick day dream every now and then.

Perhaps I was being unreasonable. I didn't know Edward, he could be horrible for all I knew. He had thought horrible things about me, that was enough proof to say that he was nasty. But all my previous information and his thoughts proved that wrong. I remember the tenderness which he thought of his family, the care which he showed when handing delicate situations between his siblings and the calmness and beauty in his talented piano playing. Someone who possessed all these qualities could not be horrible.

He couldn't be. That's why I would not give up. If I had been normal, I wouldn't have heard anything to incriminate Edward, his thoughts were private. He hadn't done anything to harm me, yet.

I had to put faith in my intuition and judgement. I wanted to trust Edward, I trusted Edward, with my whole heart.

Pathetic because I didn't have a single reason too.

Not one reason.

Still stunned after my brief encounter with a certain Cullen, I followed Mike and tried to pay attention to his voice, but my thoughts kept on wandering to Edward. I tried to remember to watch where I put my feet as I tried to match my stride to Mikes', resisting the urge to smile when I thought of Edwards face.

"Whoops, I think we are a little late," Mike commented apologetically, although the gleam in his eye gave away the he was anything but apologetic.

I looked up as we entered the class room and realized that we were indeed rather late. Everyone was already seated and all the desks were already taken. Mike glanced around while my eyes found the teacher who had to sign my slip. I pulled out the piece of paper from my bag.

"Tyler saved me a seat already Bella, I'm sorry," Mike whispered in my ear. His breath blowing around my hair and his lips lingering near my ear, almost intimately. Gross.

I smiled at Mike, being polite, who looked truly heartbroken at being parted from me.

"I don't mind really," I whispered back. He grinned at me.

"I will wait for you after school Bells," Since when had I been Bells to him?

As I watched him turn and walk down the aisle I furrowed my forehead as I thought. If I didn't know better, I think I might have a problem with Mike. The 'fend him off with a wooden stick' problem, maybe I was encouraging him somehow. I didn't have much experience with boys, full stop. They just walk right past me, the quirky girl with an addiction to sarcasm- who need heroine when you have your own sarcasm? One thing was certain, if Mike got any friendlier, Jessica might actually strangle me. Jessica obviously had some claim to Mike, weather he knew it or not. Probably that latter. Mike was oblivious. I didn't want to have to think about that, I might lose my only friend her so far. I would have to be careful about Jessica.

I had unconsciously been staring at Mikes back, who turned his head slightly as he ran his eyes down my body. I felt myself turn beet red.

God, Newton should get his mind out of the gutter. I wish I had some sort of built in filter for this sort of thing.

I felt myself smile slightly as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. This voice in the head thing, I could get used too.

Wait.

Two things.

In built filter on what- Edwards thoughts just became more and more incoherent-? And if he had been able to see Mike... Then that must mean he was here. In this room. In my vicinity.

My eyes trailed up and down the seats and fell on Edward. I felt like the air had been sucked from my lungs and my hands felt clammy. I registered the teacher taking the slip from my hands, which I had moments earlier fished out of my bag, but I was too far gone to really care.

Edward was in my class. He sat right there. And right next to him was the only vacant seat.

In the entire class.

I scanned the seats around him nervously searching for another seat. As crazy as it seemed, I was afraid but not how I should be. I was afraid about how excited I was about sitting next to him!

She looks… Worried. Wouldn't be the first time someone was afraid of me. For good reason, who could like, let alone be comfortable around a monster like me?

I stared at Edward and firmed my face into a emotionless mask and forced myself to calm down. That statement chilled and confused me. Edward looked like a model. No, that was an understatement, Edward looked like a super model. yet I had noticed in the cafeteria that the majority of the student body, excluding his siblings, gave him a wide berth. Nobody even pain attention to him. It was like he blended into the background, which was the opposite of how he was to me. I watched for him, it seemed like I was the only one. How pathetic. As much as I hate to admit it, the entirety of today I have been thinking about Edward, even when I am trying desperately not too.

But back to the present. Why would anyone like Edward think of himself a monster? He must have some serious self confidence issues, or he was a monster... which was highly unlikely. Not unless he had a chainsaw or a hacksaw.

The teacher passed my sheet back to me. I didn't even register his name. I swallowed and made my way down the isle as I tried to avoid looking at him. I didn't want to seem like a phyco stalker.

I have to admit, I had stage fright.

I was shy.

Whatever you want to call it. Here I was sitting next to Edward Cullen. Do I need to say anymore?

Yet I was determined to prove him wrong, I was not afraid of him.

The class had now fallen silent and the teacher was fiddling with the heating above his desk. In a sudden movement Edwards eyes flickered to me and my world stopped.

In a spit second, I heard the heater jump to life and the heat blew from behind e spreading the warm air throughout the classroom.

Suddenly Edward sat up. Straight, in one sharp movement.

So tempting. Temptress.

I tugged on my shirt in embarrassment as his eyes suddenly turned cold. It was so sudden. His eyes which were once full of boredom were now full of a malice so true that the force made me stagger, I had to catch myself before I fell over in the middle of the classroom.

Shes even weaker than the average human, why is she making it so easy? It would be so easy.

I took a step closer.

Why is she here?

I tried to shut out his voice.

Why is she torturing me?

I ignored everything he said, I tried to fill my mind with happy thoughts of my home in Phoenix and of my mother. I continued to walk closer.

I hate her.

My whole world stopped. One sentence said it all. I gasped and staggered backwards. His wold body was tensed and he gripped the edge of the table with his left hand, the only thing that was missing was a sneer on his calm face.

I might not be very good at reading people but I knew what he was thinking.

I felt numb. I could not believe what I was hearing. He couldn't be serious. He couldn't truly hate me. I felt tears well up in the back of my eyes for the second time in one day- both due to Edward. I had not done anything. I didn't understand. I didn't need to understand. All I could hear was the roaring in my ears. I tried to ignore the class around me who were staring at me. All my focus was on Edward. Entirely.

I had two options, I could continue walking towards my seat and sit next to Edward. I could act like everything was perfect. I could pretend that I wasn't hurting. I could pretend, like I have been for my entire life, trying to hide myself. Trying to hide what I could do.

Instantly I knew that I could not.

My entire life I had built up an image of Edward. I wasn't afraid of him, but I was embarrassed at my own foolishness. I had fallen for him. Plain and simple. Over the years of observing hm, I had formed an attachment which I wasn't aware of. Until I moved to Forks. Until he catch me in the yard. Until I realised that he was real.

I knew all the tell tale signs, I have read enough Jane Austen books to figure that one out. Yet now I was questioning myself, I didn't know him. How could I like someone who I barley even knew?

I had hoped for a friendship. A hope which was misplaced.

I knew that there was no possibility of that ever happening. He hated me.

You hate me?" I choked out.

Edward started with surprise. As he turned to look at me, really look at me. I meet his eyes for an instant before the intensity forced me to look away. His eyes were full of wonder, curiosity and even... fear? His eyes bore into me, even now I had looked away. I knew that if I looked up he would still be tensed.

What...? A coincidence. How could she know...

I gasped and covered my mouth. I had said it out loud. I must be deranged I can't even control my mouth. I had given myself away. He couldn't know, no one could know.

I turned and walked quickly back up the aisle as fast as my feet could take me, not looking back. I heard a murmmer of curious voices, my classmates. I didn't want to imagine what Edwards face looked like. I didn't want to think about how stupid I must look. I defiantly didn't want to skip class on the first day. A big no no. But I couldn't stay here.

"I-I feel sick," I whispered to my teacher when I reached him.

He looked down at my sceptical as he motioned towards the door giving me permission to leave.

"Go to the Sick Room," he said, his voice gruff and emotionless. Glad to know that my teachers cared for my well being.

"Bella!" I heard Mike call out behind me "Do you want me to help?"

I pretended not to hear him. Mike might mean well, but I need to be alone. And more importantly I couldn't let Edward see me cry.

I stepped out of the classroom and quickly walked away before anyone could follow me. I raised my speed from a walk to a jog and a jog to a sprint.

I raced through the hallway trying to ignore everything which bombarded my mind. I refused to listen to Edwards thoughts. I had to get out of that classroom. Away from Edward. I ran blindly down the hallways trying to push past people who were obviously running late to class, as I headed towards the girls toilets. I thought I heard a girl call my name but I was too far gone to even care. I managed to navigate my way to the toilet where I promptly opened a cubical and locked it behind me.

I sat on the toilet seat and quickly pulled my head between my knees and breathed in and out trying to remain conscious. I felt hot tears streaming down my face as I repressed a sob.

Why wouldn't it stop? I just wanted it to stop.

I clenched my teeth together as I thought of the hopelessness of my situation. I couldn't have any help from anyone. I didn't have any friends, I couldn't tell Renee or Charlie and I defiantly didn't want to tell Edward. I was alone.

Renee and Charlie wouldn't tell anyone what they had guessed. What would they say? My daughter hears and dreams of a boy in her head. Schizophrenia much? I would be locked away, they would think I as insane, and when medication didn't fix my problem, they would lock me away in a straight jacket for life. I never considered my 'gift' a curse before. I thought that it ment that I was special. That I was different. Up until now I didn't even consider what people would do if they found out. It had crossed my mind that they might think that I was insane, slightly strange. But I never really thought about the consequences.

It was at that point when I decided that I would have to deal with this alone, I could not tell anyone.

I promised myself at that instant, that it would be a secret that I would not share. Ever.

I started crying in earnest, I had never felt or been so alone in the world. Tears streamed down my cheeks and fell into my cupped hands which I brought up to my head to bury my face in. I knew I was sobbing, my shoulders shaking. I heard the bell ring signaling the end of lessons but I ignored it, too wrapped up in my sorrow and fear. I felt myself shake and quiver. I couldn't think, I knew that I needed too. But my mind would not focus on a thought, as if rejecting the idea.

A sudden soft knock on the door woke me from my trance of self pity.

"Bella?" called a high pitched sweet voice. I voice which I could not forget. A voice which I remembered from my thoughts, dreams and my reality.

I sat shocked, mouth open staring at the door. It couldn't be.

"Bella?" the voice called again this time sounding more anxious "Are you in there?"

Her voice was heavenly and angelic, just like the face paired with it. I reached out a shaking had turned the lock on the door. I peeped out from my hiding place.

There in front of me stood Alice Cullen.

I was suddenly aware how horrible I must have looked. Luckily for me I didn't have to worry about my makeup running- seeing as I am not wearing any. But unlike a beautiful girl like Alice, I like most normal girls look horrible once I have started crying. I knew my face must have been a blotchy red and I was sure my cheeks were tear stained.

She stood like an angel, a small angel I had to admit. She wasn' beautiful like her blonde haired sister, but she was still stunning. Her spiky hair revealed her quirky nature- something that I could relate to- and her open face was easy to read. She had delicate features and looked fragile, she really was small.

Alice stared at me for an instant before her face changed to harbor a look of sincere sympathy. And under that... Anger?

"Bella, I'm not sure if you know me, but I'm Alice,"

I stared up at her dumbly unable to form coherent sentences.

Alice is at work once again. I told her not too... That's Alice for you.

I started in shock at hearing his voice. It didn't hurt as much as it should, I guess I was still numb. Its not everyday that people decide hate you, and really hate you. Alice's face became drawn again.

"I saw you running down the hallway, you look horrible!" Blunt yes, but I think I needed it.

I managed to grin shakily; she was the only one who in the sea of people who had bothered to check on me. I felt a more genuine smile cover my face as she smiled back, pulling to my feet with one quick, fluid movement. I was surprised by her strength; she was four foot nothing and yet had pulled me up as easily as I was made of paper.

"T-Thanks Alice," I said my voice still shaky. I don't like showing emotion in front of people.

Her face turned hard for an instant before she whispered.

"Don't mind Edward."

I resisted the urge to gasp as I stared at her. How- How did she know? She didn't continue though her face gave away that she wanted to say more. I didn't press her. If she didn't want to tell me, it was her business. But that did not quell the feeling of unease which had settled in my gut. It was also as if she were ashamed of Edwards reaction to me. He might have talked to her...

I really let them all down. I need to leave.

Alice's eyes turned blank for an instant as she stared at something over my shoulder before saying, almost to herself,

"He's leaving for a while anyway..." I didn't need to ask who 'He' was.

I felt slightly grateful, yet disappointed, and I exhaled.

Alice's face turned instantly back to a cheerfully-sympathetic mask as she grinned at me (Strange, but possible) promptly cleaned me up with a few wipes of a tissue which she had produced from her bag. She stood with me silently as I reined in my emotion, not once asking what was wrong- I had the inkling that she somehow already knew. She talked about everything but that.

She talked about the latest fashions in Paris and her latest purchase, it didn't take me long to figure out that she was a shopaholic. I knew that she was going overboard to try and distract me. I liked Alice, she was refreshing and funny. She waved hands trying to describe a new Pradabag which she recently had brought. It was like we had been friends for years. SHe made me feel accepted while she talked, and talked and talked. I never knew that there were so many varities of handbags in the world. Or the science involved in making them. Well, you learn something everyday.

I smiled and wiped under my eyes once more, Alice might have been talking nonsense to distract me but it was working.

"You ready now?" Alice said her voice flowing.

I breathed in and smiled.

"Yeah let's go,"

Alice promptly grabbed my hand and I pulled my bag back onto my shoulder from where I had chucked in on the floor. We exited the bathroom to an empty school. I glanced around and realised how late it really was. We walked in a comfortable silence; a look off wonder was plaster on her features.

"Alice," I asked tentatively.

"Yes Bella," She said looking attentively at me.

I almost told her. I don't know what possess me to, but I almost told her. I almost told her about my dreams, and Edward's thoughts. I almost revealed everything. I couldn't believe what I was thinking. Hadn't I just agreed that I would never tell anyone? That I would never be classed as crazy. I promised that I would never, ever tell anyone. Yet I almost did. I wanted to trust her. But I had only known her for a bare instant, even if Iknew her through my visions and Edwards thoughts over the years, it didn't change that Alice had only just met me. I swallowed hard and clenched me teeth. That's what I get for being so comfortable around people. I wasn't used to it.

"Thanks," I strangled out, avoiding possible disaster "Thanks for this afternoon."

"What are friends for?" she almost sung back, like from a corny musical. I grinned at her suddenly overwhelmed with emotions. I had a friend in this crazy world. Or at least someone who said they were my friend.

We walked outside in no time and we started across the car park searching for my car which was in the other corner. There was only one other car in the car park, the silver Volvo. I should have known that it would have belonged to them. At a second thought just looking at the Cullen's they obviously had a lot of money. They all dressed in designer clothes and, if their cars were anything to go by, I was willing to bet that Dr. Cullen earnt quite a lot of money. I felt Alice gracefully follow me at my side.

Suddenly I remembered I had forgotten, with everything that had happened, to hand in my slip which all the teachers had signed. I quickly looked up at Alice and found that she was already staring at me.

"I have to hand in my slip," I said feebly.

Alice's eyes flared and her sweet face turned instantly dark- much to my confusion, "I don't think that would be the best idea Bella,"

"I will be one second Alice, you don't have to wait" I said backing up searching in my open bag trying to locate the piece of paper "Thanks for today"

It was really important that I handed this form in, I couldn't get in trouble on my first day, lots of teachers held grudges. i was already in trouble for rushing out of Biology and who's knows how much work I would have to make up the next lesson.

"Bella!" Alcie called from behind me but I turned quickly and headed towards the office. I wanted to get in and out of there as fast as possible; those clouds above me looked like they could explode at any second. I would be only a minute.

"Bella!" I heard Alice call out from behind me again. I chose to ignore her pleading tone, I was just going to hand in my slip.

What could possibly go wrong?

A/N:Sorry, took a little longer than I expected, but this is a longer chapter to make up for that, in fact that longest so far. I have quite a few assignments but I will try and update relatively soon. Thanks for your amazing reviews! Over 50, yay! And thanks to everyone who favourited and subscribed. It makes me all happy when I see I have new messages in my inbox. Final big thanks to FireElfglitter who threatened me on myspace to update- scary. And Beverley-Cullen who is reading this even though she is French! That is pretty impressive.

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