Thank you to those who reviewed... you know who you are.

Emmett POV

I woke up, cold, my feet numb, face glued to the steering wheel painfully, and my ass was... tingly.

I groaned.

"Good, you're up. I was about to bitch slap you for being so... mumble-y. Next time I'm here, and you sleep talk... do it more clearly" said a female voice.

I shot up from my position, and pressed my back to the door.

She chuckled. "Are you always so jumpy? Can you speak straight, no mumbles?"

I'm pretty sure you could see my entire eye whites. But I said, not mumbling "Why are you here?"

She laughed, throwing her head back to reveal a thin pale throat.

The girl... woman was beautiful. She had eyes similar to Bella, not in colour, but in the expression. They held sarcasm, humour, some darkness, curiosity, and just a hint of mystery –a mystery I wanted to solve.

She had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a pony tail, and piercing blue eyes. Her face was beautiful; high cheekbones, perfect eye brows, pale pink lips and clear slightly tanned skin. She was wearing blue jeans, a tank top and denim jacket. She was beautiful.

"Well?" I asked again.

She stopped laughing and turned to me. She looked slightly annoyed.

"I was wondering if you needed a ride. Normal people don't sleep on the side of the road..."she laughed again.

"What?"

"Y-You, you have-" she snorted "the weirdest expression on your face- like- like your getting info overload!" she reached for something and then I was flashed.

Only not the way I wanted, I mean light flashed from her hand, blinding me.

"Ha! So going on facebook..."

"A ride would be great."

"Huh?"

"You said your here to give me a ride. I'd like that."

"Oh, right. Ya, I looked under the hood. Your transmissions screwed. I can't fix that... here. And I don't have a tow option on my car. So, you need a ride."

I nodded. Was the chick high? I wasn't into that stuff... I don't know anybody who is. But she was completely random. Like those girly chicks with boys; different day to day.

She scares me. She's managed to get into my car which I thought I locked, look into the en- how would she know about cars?

"Can I borrow your phone?"

"Why?"

"I want to call my friend, get him to look, see what's wrong." I said.

Her eyes flashed with furry, red hot. I'd seen worse, so I wasn't scared of her.

She slapped me across the face.

Ow. It stung, but again, I'd had worse.

She opened the door, jumped out, and walked to her car, which was parked thirty meters away from me. It was a convertible, and red.

I feel so out classed, and like an ass... my thoughts rhymed. Nice.

I made quick motions to get out of the car, my fingers fumbling for the handle. I got it just as she was about halfway to her car. I stumbled out of the car, my feet were still numb from cold, and my ass was... tingly with pin pricks.

"Hey, I'm sorry!" I called after her.

She flipped me off, and continued walking.

I chased after her and got to the car just as she was getting in. I ran around to the passenger side and hopped in, making it go down with the extra weight.

"What the heck are you doing?"

"I'm sorry." I said gazing into her baby blues, trying to get her to give me a ride.

They flashed with exasperation "get out!"

"I'm sorry, ok. But I really need a ride... I forgot to do some things. My cell is dead, I'm hungry with no food, no money, and I forgot to tell anyone where I was going, so no one knows where I am; I could be here forever. I need a ride to someplace with a phone and free food. The phone should have low volume, due to the screaming I'm gonna get. I really need help. Please?"

She looked pissed, to say the least, but her eyes softened when she learned my situation.

I waited to hear my fate for a long time, but eventually she said "fine. But the minute you say something stupid you aren't welcome in my car, and I kick you out. Kepeesh?"

"Phone?"

"I didn't bring it with me. The rules are; no comments on my being blonde, beautiful and blue eyed. If you do you're on the side of the road in the soon to be rain, away from that thing you call a Jeep. Do we have a deal?" she said more annoyed like she thought I was stupider than before.

I smiled. "Deal."

One problem; is anything I say not stupid?

Let's hope, and then get thrown on my ass in the rain, away from the car.

Sounds good.

"Can I ask questions?"

She shrugged and began driving smoothly away from the curb.

"What's your name?"

"Rosalie. You?"

"Emmett McCarty."

She nodded.

"Rosalie?"

"Yes?"

"Can you turn around so I can get my stuff?"

"Already done."

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten in the car... dad always said to not get in a car with a stranger...

"Rosalie, do you have food?"

She chuckled and reached into the back seat to pull out a Mickey D's bag.

Strange stranger or not, she had food.

Well, she had had food; it was going to be gone in five minutes.

I am Emmett, after all.

Jasper POV

Esme and I were walking around the streets of Washington, and we hadn't said much to each other, just things like "how's your mom" "she's good" and then more awkward silence.

It took awhile before Esme just came out and said "how'd you get kicked off the team?"

I sighed; I really didn't want to relay the story... "One of the guys was being really arrogant, we were practicing alone. He was insulting me, insulting the way I played, he was over all just being rude and unnecessarily crewel. Then he insulted mom calling her a whore, a stupid whore; that that was why we live where we live... and I just lost it; I pushed him down and I... I hit him. He moved his arms up to protect himself, but I just hit those... I broke four of his ribs in six different places, and both of his arms before I realised what I was doing... needless to say they kicked me off the team, and I got expelled. I deserved it, though." My eyes were watery at the end of the statement.

Esme and I had stopped walking. She looked up at me. She was crying. Wordlessly she reached for me –to hug me. Her embrace was warm, and comforting. Even though she should be hitting me, appalled by what I had done, she still loved me, and she wanted to comfort me.

I really don't deserve Esme. I didn't even call... I'm terrible.

"Honey, I'd give you a place in no time flat... but I don't make those decisions... I know you're good, but my school is for the elite. You have to have extreme potential, not that you don't have it already, but-"

"How do I make the team?" I interjected. St. Adams was one of the most prestigious schools in Washington state; I already knew it was gonna be hard to get in; I just needed to know how.

"Well, first you need to get past Mar...Mark, and then he has to sell you to the team... which wont be too hard if you take backup on Paul's position... that boy's always getting into trouble and sent to the bench... but Mark's gonna be incredibly hard to get past... you impress him, and your home free."

"Who is Mark?" I asked as we resumed walking.

"He's the team's Point Forward –incredible player."

"When can I tryout?" I asked. Seems like I'm asking a lot of questions.

Her mouth opened like she was about to say something, but she stopped. Her eyes looked like they were recognising something.

"Es-"she held up one finger –shushing me.

She jogged down a back alley that we had come to, seeing something that I had missed. I followed after her "Esme!"

At the end of the alley was a Basketball court. It was surrounded by a chain fence that went really high. And in the middle of the court Esme was talking to a guy... he was small, and I couldn't see his face... his back was to me. Across the back of his hoodie was "Chief of Police"... and he was wearing skater shoes... he was wearing jeans... boot cut? He was short to, maybe fifteen? He was the height of a normal fifteen year old boy, maybe a little shorter... he seemed familiar... the guy that came out of the girls dorm.

He had a basketball in his hip.

The guy was defiantly a guy... but he was feminine... not gay... what the hell is he?

Esme continued talking to the guy, gay or not he seemed to be arguing with her; his head was shaking back and forth furiously, he even stomped his foot once... defiantly gay.

Why was Esme talking to the guy?

Finally they came to an agreement and the gay guy stomped off to a corner in the court, he dropped the ball and began fiddling with something around his neck...?

Esme came up to me "you can try out now." she said, smiling.

There's no way in hell that that was the Point Forward for St. Adams Academy. I voiced my opinion –I just didn't tell her I knew he was gay.

She simply chuckled and said "wait and see".

I rolled my eyes and shrugged out of my coat. I hate Washington; the weather was so unpredictable here. It had stopped raining two minutes into our walk, started for a minute, and stopped again. It hadn't started again, but if I got in –which I was going to by the looks of the guy- I'd have a hard time adjusting to the weather.

One thing dad had tried to get across in one of his rare visits was never under estimate your opponent, but that was seriously hard to not do looking at the guy. Skinny, short, and most likely gay.

It was when he left his corner and began dribbling the ball that I knew he was in the school for a reason.

His steps were calculated, and executed like a pro, and the ball was close to him, not far away like those inexperienced players. His pale hand would adjust slightly to change direction.

I didn't even notice when he went straight for the hoop on the other side, and he scored.

"Jasper! You're down by one! Move. I told you Mark was good. Move or you're going to lose!" she screamed at me.

And then I was running to center where he was waiting, tapping his foot in annoyance; like I'd interrupted something.

I had to win.

I'm proud of myself. I wrote, and the next chapter is gonna be up soon.

The Laser tag yesterday was awesome! Today we went to the pool, my teacher jumped in, taking me and Tammy with her.

At least we had bathing suits! She was fully clothed...

Ok, so far we have Emmett, Jasper, Esme and now Rosalie! Who's next? I wonder...

Who is the stranger with "Chief of Police" stamped across his back? Mark's in high school, so it's pretty hard for him to be Chief of Police... I wonder... could it be Bella?

Normally I'm not a frequent updater, so this is amazing for me.

How do you want this? Short chapters every day, or semi long with multiple POV every 2-3 days, or super long ones every 4-6 days? Tell me in the amazing review I get, ok?

I want ten reviews, and then I post. The minute I get that #10, I post.

Good? Bad?

It's calling you... press the button!

Reviews are like Edwards eyes... amazing!

REVIEW

V