The next day, smiling pleasantly, I walked around the school. People who caught sight of my face took a second glance, because who smiled that hard on a school day with an out-pour of rain that trapped everyone inside? The buildings and their walls made for a perfect educational jail block.

Even the dark cloud that always seemed to loom over Bella could not whack my smile upside down.

"Hey, Tyler!" I called, just before he turned a corner.

He stopped walking. When he noticed it was me, he smiled. "Hey, Skyler, actually I've been meaning to talk to you."

"Oh?" My own reasoning for finding him was put aside in favour of curiosity. "You can go first. The floor's yours."

"Sure," he agreed, flashing me a smile. "Go to the spring dance with me?"

Surprised by the question, I stumbled backwards until his hand reached out to keep me steady. His grin did not waver, instead he seemed proud of the reaction he got, which made me feel a little bit guilty. What I was about to say next did not twist the conversation to his favour.

"Actually, I won't be in town for the spring dance. I've been planning a meet up with old friends," I informed him. "I'm sorry, Tyler."

"Oh. From your old school?" he asked. When I nodded he smiled a little. "That sounds nice. You must miss them."

"It is and I do," I agreed. "I know this is going to sound awful, but I need you to ask Bella to the dance."

He grinned. "Done."

"No questions?"

"Nope. I'll ask her. Don't you worry." He flicked my nose. "You're a good friend, Skyler."

I held back a laugh at his optimistic attitude. "Of course, I am."

"I'll let you know how it goes," he said, turning on his heels. "Don't worry! I'll have my dance with you. Someday!"

For a second I thought he was serious, but when he began to walk backwards and winked at me, I knew he was only messing around. With a wave, I went to class.

My high spirits continued. If I paid more attention to people when they spoke to me, I could have predicted Tyler's question. Even if I noticed their facial expressions, it would have helped with the predictions so I would not be taken back as much.

Once sat down at the biology table, I tapped random rhythms onto the table. When Edward sat down and glared at me, the intervals between the tapping became shorter, making the vampire's fists clench.

Then Bella sat down and faced me, ignoring the vampire who did not dare look in her direction.

"Skyler," she said, smiling a little. "I forgot to ask you this morning, but I was thinking of finding a book-store after school?"

"Oh." I vaguely recalled agreeing to that. "I can't today, I'll probably be staying over at a friend's house tonight. Can we do it another time?"

Bella studied my face. "You're not just blowing me off?"

"No, not this time," I said, watching as Bella's face pinched up. "We'll go soon. I promise."

"I'll hold you to that," she said, turning back around in her chair.

Rosalie walked into the classroom with as much grace as she always did. It looked like her feet just flew across the ground.

At first, when she sat beside me, she silently fumed whilst glaring daggers at my hand. She looked like she wanted to rip the hand clean off my arm, but then she noticed her brother's silent rage and a twisted smile formed on her face.

"Are you that confident about the test?" Rosalie eventually asked, starting the conversation between us. At my questioning face she said, "You're smiling."

That did manage to stop my tapping, only for a moment. "There's a test today? I knew that I forgot something."

"Tell me you're not serious." Her eyes bored into mine. Eventually she saw the truth and inhaled deeply. "We studied for hours. Why else did you think we spent that much time on it? I suppose it doesn't matter. You'll do fine."

"Awe. Aren't you so caring," I said, slowly pushing my chair back at the sharp look I got. "I mean, oh. Your reputation shall continue to reign onward. You must be so relieved."

She did smile, briefly at that. "Yes, I am actually."

That was then Mr. Banner decided to hand out the testing paper. With a quick scan of the sheet and finding that some answers came to me without much of a strain, I continued to smile.

After answering the last question on the biology test, a test I was sure that I did okay in, which in my book was not good enough, it did not dampen my mood. If anything, I could plot plans for the day.

"No one's that happy after a test," Rosalie commented, after watching me for a few minutes. "Yesterday, you complained for hours. What are you so happy about?"

"Did you take into account that I was happy before the test too?"

She considered that for a moment. "I did see you smiling."

"So, you admit you are wrong?" I asked, chewing on my inner cheek to stop my smile from transforming into a full-blown grin. "I think this friendship of ours is progressing in a healthy manner. Don't you think?"

"I thought you said we weren't friends," she said, ignoring the first statement with a raised eyebrow, as if challenging me.

Placing my chin on my open palm, I said, "Well, did you refute that claim, Ms. Hale?"

"No," she answered reluctantly, through gritted teeth. "I did not."

"So," I dragged out, mostly teasing, "quit placing the blame on me for something that was poor judgement on both our parts."

Her nose twitched, which I noticed she only did when she was confused or did not know what to say. This little movement alone made the transition from smile to grin way too easy. When she noticed, she exhaled heavily and copied my position.

This position left us both able to stare at each other's faces. She made no move to hide the fact that she studied every portion of my face, from my chin, to the freckle above my lip, to my eyes, then she stopped and held my stare.

The one thing I envied about her was the fact she could hide what she thought, unless she wanted you to know what she was thinking- which was usually never. It was the reason why I did not dare let myself inspect her entirely. From glances I knew her beauty was more than just a vampire effect.

The only part of her I allowed myself the pleasure of looking at were her eyes.

"Fine. Let's try this friendship thing," she allowed, eyes shifting to glance at her brother for a moment. She wore a scowl after. "How hard can it be?"

"That's the spirit," I said, not thinking when I patted her rock-hard shoulder. "Just a little commitment and we'll be the best of friends."

Her scowl only deepened at my remark. "What? We'll have sleepovers and braid each other's hair?"

"Shh." I removed my hand from my face and watched as the clock ticked on. "For the record, I can't do anything with your hair other than tug on it randomly." Also, you cannot sleep. "You can't reveal our best friend activities to everyone. They might get jealous."

A wicked grin formed on her face. After a quick glance toward her brother's table, she said, "You're right, they might."

Then the bell rang. The students were quick out of the classroom. However, I knew I needed to take longer than normal to pack up my stuff. Rosalie glanced at me curiously, but she did in fact leave the room. Edward and Bella soon followed.

When I caught Edward murmuring to Bella as they left the room, my drive to fulfil my plans for the day only heightened.

Mike dropped his pen in his haste to pack. I quickly scooped it up.

"Thanks," he muttered, looking flushed.

When he went to take it back, I pulled backwards. "Not yet. What's the rush?"

"Um." He looked around. "Our next class?"

I nodded my head, pulling back once again. "You see, I can't let you go, until I speak to you."

"Oh?" His eyes seemed to brighten about that. "You can- uh. You can talk to me. I didn't think you liked me," he admitted, with an embarrassed shrug. "You seem to walk in the opposite direction when you see me."

"Did I?" I asked, putting on a confused face.

"You kinda did. Yeah."

"Well," I dragged out, pretending to be put out. "I hope you don't think me asking you this will appear like I'm using you."

He began to smile largely, with a knowing glint in his eyes. "I won't. Ask away. Ask me."

"I need you to take Bella to the dance."

His smile dropped. "What?"

"Thank you for doing this for me, Mike." I dropped the pen onto the table and took a couple of steps backward. "I'm sure you will have a splendid time. If anything, I'm doing you a favour."

"You are?"

"Yes, Mike," I answered slowly, with a dramatic sigh. "The word on the street is Jessica plans to ask you. If we're being honest? I think Bella's more your type."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's girls' choice."

"Gender is just a social construction." I waved off his worries. "Switch up the roles and make it your own, Mike."

After I said that, he began to splutter and that was my cue to exit. It only took me a second to make the decision to not participate in the physical education class, again. Although I did not expect a figure to be standing right outside of the classroom- which made me jump out of my skin.

Rosalie, in all her glory, stood leaned against the wall laughing. Not chuckling or mocking anyone. Her eyes were the lightest that I had seen them.

After she calmed down she said, "I misjudged you, Skyler."

"That's what happens when you make assumptions," I said, trying not to smile when her lips twitched. "I have a few more people to talk to, you should probably get to class."

"I think this can be one of our ah, best friend activities," she said lightly.

Noting her gleaming eyes, I began to walk. "You either hate your own brother or Bella. My guess would be Edward because have you even spoken to her? I guess it doesn't matter. Either way you can help me persuade some suiters."

Rosalie let out a non-committal hum as she followed beside me. "I could ask you the same question. You spoke to Edward once."

"Twice," I corrected, scrunching up my nose.

"When was the second time?"

Not paying much attention to her tone, I answered, "During lunch yesterday, I never pegged him for the- you know what? He's your brother. You might be a little angry and play some mean pranks on him, but tomorrow you'll forget all about that."

"And you?" she asked. "Will you forget about it tomorrow?"

I shook my head. "Even if he is my friend's brother, that doesn't mean I can't be creeped out by his behaviour. It's not normal."

"That's a no."

"I don't mean to offend you, Rosalie," I said sincerely. "Typically, stalkers need professional help." I opened the door to the physical education hall. "In the meantime, people could get hurt."

Rosalie stared blankly at the wall opposite us. "You mean Bella?"

"Well, she is the target of his late-night stalking," I said, trying to read her, but ultimately failed. "I'm taking it we disagree. Let's move onto brighter subjects, such as Eric. Eric is my next target."

Rosalie nodded her head slowly. "You're not smiling any more."

I flashed her a smile. "I will be when I hear how Bella reacts. You'll smile too, even if it's just basking in someone else's torture."

"I don't understand why you want Bella to have a date to the dance," Rosalie said, waving a hand in Eric's direction. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose? Is this not a plan to have her?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I questioned, watching as Eric stumbled over his own laces. "Oh. You really jump to your own conclusions, don't you? The point in this little project is to keep Edward from asking her. He might be ignoring her now, for some reason unbeknownst to me, but he'll change his mind. Bella won't say no."

"You really don't like Edward." Rosalie seemed deep in thought for a few moments. "What did he say to you? The second time?"

I slumped down on the ground, not even attempting to get close to Eric. At that point, the vampire seemed to want to talk about Edward and Bella. I had a feeling that if she wanted something to happen, she was the type to make it happen.

Rosalie eyed the floor disdainfully, making sure I knew of her contempt by sending me the same exact look.

After another glance at the ground, she walked away.

I clicked my tongue, watching her go. "Well, that wasn't rude at all."

Rosalie was not even supposed to be in this class, but the coach was too busy gawking as she strutted across the room like she owned the place to notice that little detail.

Confidence was a peculiar thing.

Already bored sitting down alone, I took out the journal to see if I had any messages.

Sky,

Matty messaged me about the meet up. I agree with him, just come and get me and we'll meet him somewhere in driving distance of him. xo-K

A screech of a chair made me glance up. Rosalie lazily set it beside me and sat down.

"So, what did Edward say to make you this wary?" she asked, eyes focused solely on her nails, as if the conversation was casual.

"Well," I dragged out, purposely. "I'm not going to tell you."

Still looking relaxed she asked, "Why's that?"

"If you get Eric to ask Bella to the dance, then maybe I'll tell you."

"Tell me what he said or tell me why you won't tell me?" she questioned, glancing up at me through her eyelashes. She tutted. "So manipulative, Skyler."

I sighed and skimmed through the journal, deciding that I could not look at her when she looked so coy. "You pay attention to small details."

Glancing toward Eric who happened to be staring right at the vampire, a slow grin formed on her face. "I'm only doing this because I want to. Not because you asked me to or bribed me with answers."

"Kay."

Once Eric noticed Rosalie walking toward him, a roaring blush formed on his face. He kept glancing between Mike and her, like he expected her to suddenly change direction.

Rosalie kept her distance from the boy. She said something and he nodded, mouth gaped open. Then she turned on her heels and made her way back over to me, rolling her eyes when she noticed my little-not so well hidden smirk.

"He's going to ask her."

"Good." I stood up. "I need to go home, let me know how it turns out?"

Despite the question in her eyes she did not say it out loud. Instead she sarcastically asked, "Should I send it through pigeon?"

"No, they're not messenger birds, owls are more of-" I stopped talking when I realised she was not serious. I blinked back my little moment of panic. "Ha-ah-ha. Totally joking. Bad joke."

"Mh-hm." A little confused smile grew on her lips. "That was where you were supposed to hand me your phone. I thought you were the friend expert."

I shrugged then handed her my phone. It only took a few seconds as she quickly in putted her number and handed it back.

"Have fun. Just, don't stalk her for the reactions."

She let out a scoff. "As if."

A few hours later I managed to finally get the 'Undetectable Extension Charm' to work on my school bag. Just to test it out, I threw in a huge pile of clothes and kept packing to see if it had any limitations.

It was one of those spells subject to strict Ministry of Magic control because of its potential to create breaches of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. It was not supposed to be used for private matters, but only for certain objects or for certain situations.

As I basically dumped the entirety of my wardrobe from my school-bag, I rocked out to the music that blasted from my earphones.

Then I imagined my old house with my school bag gripped in one hand and the other twisted on the spot. As I was sucked into what felt like a straw, I felt a grip on my free hand and managed to drag the extra weight with me.

A mess of brown hair flew forward and threw up in my old bedroom.

"Bella?" I watched, horrified. "What the hell?"

After wiping her mouth, Bella glanced up. "You just-I ah, where are we?"

"Er-" I motioned toward the window. "You're dreaming. Obviously."

"What are you?"

"A perfectly normal dream girl." I repeated what I said back in my head and winked. "Your dream girl."

At my tone, Bella's face grew awfully pale. She cleared her throat. "I asked you that before. You looked freaked out. Y-you transported us somewhere and that freaky bag held impossible amounts of clothing."

"What did I say before?" I asked, just wanting this whole dance to be over with. "Say it."

"Witch," she whispered. "You're a witch."

Then, Bella promptly passed out, somehow, she managed to land somewhat onto my old bed. The sight was comical and I continued to grin. Like I said before, even the dark cloud that hovered over Bella Swan's head could not ruin my day.

Thanks for the reviews. I'm surprised people have found this story, considering there is hardly any Rosalie/OC stories, as well as the fact it's a HP crossover. Happy new year! Hope you have a fab year ahead of you!