I would've gladly walked over to the blonde girl's seat so I could start off seeming polite, but she was already over at my table. She was intimidating because she was, by far the, the most beautiful girl in college. Everything about her was confident and graceful.

Before sitting next to me, I saw Edward slipping a piece of paper, folded as big as a cell phone to the end of their table. Without looking at him, Rosalie gripped it between two fingers as she walked by. They wrote another note about me?! I didn't even see them writing this one!

Why can't they say it in front of me? Do they really have to be that secretive all the time?

The blonde girl sat down and pulled out the microscope without a word. Shyness got the better of me and I could only utter a, "Hey." when she placed the machine on the table.

"Hello." she said, seeming unsure of me. The piece of paper was between her fingers and it was soon unfolded, in her binder, away from my eyes. She scanned it only once, and I watched her as I pretended to move a beaker of water next to the microscope.

Something flashed across her face. A small version of outrage.

"Do you want to do the first sample, or should I?" I asked flipping a shiny metal utensil in my fingers. Rosalie said nothing, but turned and looked me up and down, obviously taking in my soaked clothing.

"How did you get so wet? You smell like a wet dog." She spat grabbing the water beaker.

I was a bit taken back by her hostility. A wet dog? Really?

"Uh, oh, sorry. I had to run through the rain."

She wasn't looking at me, the smug look on her face, and was dipping a utensil onto a glass plate.

"You don't have a car?"

"No. No, I have a car. I, was just at Jacob Black, Quil, and Embry's frat and they gave me a ride. Jake had to park far from the school."

Edward and Bella were busily going through water samples, scribbling on the sheet as they went.

"And why, exactly, were you at the mutt's house?" she spat glaring at me with two gold eyes.

"I, uh…"

What exactly did she mean by "mutts"? Edward turned around in his seat and Bella looked over her shoulder.

"Rosalie." he stated plain and warningly. The duo stood up, taking their completed worksheet with them, and walked to the front of the room to hand it in. As soon as they were out of sight, Rosalie leaned in closer.

"Listen", she began, "A dainty little girl like yourself shouldn't be getting caught up in things you cannot handle."

My face fell and I was taken back. "What're you talking about exactly?"

She sighed, not because she was tired, but because she felt like she was explaining something she thought I couldn't comprehend anyways. "There are some things in this world you weren't put on the earth to cope with. Except that and stay away from things you can't understand."

My face must've been pale as a ghost as my heart raced to pump enough blood through me. If she's talking about what I think she's talking about… then…

"Ignore it. Before you're overwhelmed." she stated, concluding her warning.

I had to blink a few times before I could piece together everything she was saying.

She couldn't be talking about the wolf thing… could she? How could she know? If she wasn't talking about that, than it must've been coincidence that those rules seemed to apply so perfectly to the… werewolf thing.

I couldn't ignore it, I was a part of it, wasn't I?

But… they never did explain that one detail that said how I was a part of it. Was there even a reason for me to know this secret? Yes. But they weren't about to tell me it, now were they.

Was this girl correct in saying that I shouldn't get involved in something until I fully understood it? Quil, Embry, and Jake were hiding one part from me… and until I knew that part I'd never be able to deal with everything as a whole.

This secret was like a puzzle. If I didn't have all the pieces, how could I ever see the whole picture?

What Rosalie said was right. And I need to find that missing piece before I went ant farther.

The bell had rung three minutes ago, and I was the only one in the room, lost in my thoughts. "Uh, Ms. Leander?" Mr. Turner asked, "You may go now. Class is over."

I looked around at the empty seats. I began cleaning up utensils on the table, when I saw something white underneath the stool my partner had been sitting on.

It was a piece of paper. By the many creases it had in it, I'd guess it had been opened and reopened quite a few times… and it was folded to about the size of a cell phone…