School 08:10 am

"Where's Alice?" Emmett asked suddenly materializing next to my locker.

"Well good morning to you to." I sarcastically replied, my foul mood only getting fouler.

Emmett barely noticed my response. "Yeah, yeah top of te morning and whatever. Where's that pixie?" He glanced down the corridor expectantly.

"Not here obviously," I grabbed the books I was going to need for first period.

"What?" He dropped his bag on the floor. "She was going to let me cheat of her math homework"

"Guess you'll be receiving an F then." I stuffed my books into the bag and moved to close my locker.

"Is she sick?"

I slammed the locker shut. "No."

He glanced at me as if for the first time. "What's wrong? Did something happen? Did Alice walk in on you in the shower again? Did she leave the toilette seat up? Used the last of the milk? Wear your underwear?"

"Emmett Stop! For God's sake." I shouted and immediately regretted it as his shoulders fell, his whole demeanour changing. "Sorry, I'm not in a very good mood. It's not your fault and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

He threw his arm over my shoulder. "What happened?" He asked again, softer this time, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I tried pulling some strength from him, his aftershave enveloping me making me feel safe. "Alice's ex showed up. Alice is with her right now, doing only God knows what. And I'm left behind once again, being reminded that I don't fit into her world."

He stayed silent for a while, just walking with me to class. "Bell's you know Alice better than anyone. And being a friend with both of you I'm saying this as an objective third party." I nodded my head in silence as a sign for him to continue. "I've seen the way that Alice looks at you when you are not looking at her, so believe me when I say that you are part of her world. A very big part of her world"

I frowned, was he right? Was I just presuming the worst? Was I letting my fear of losing Alice keep me from thinking clearly about this morning's events? "You really think so?"

He smiled, "Believe me; I would give anything to have someone look at me the way that Alice looks at you... Oh wait... Rosalie does... I'm a lucky guy."

I shook of his arm. "Whipped much? Can we focus back on me here?"

He contemplated that as we paused at the door of my class. "Okay..." He gave in. "Do you think I'm a lucky guy?"

"I think that you are going to get an F in math." I teased before walking into the classroom. He muttered something about unreliable pixies before making his way to his own class.

I sat down next to Angela who was texting away on her cellphone. "Hey." I greeted out of habit.

She finished her text, flipped her phone shut and practically blinded me with her pearly white smile. "Good morning," She looked around. "Where is Alice?"

I sighed, was this going to be how the rest of the day is going to be? "She took her ex to the Motel."

"Is that supposed to sound dirty?" I glared at her. "Explain?" Suppressing a sigh and cursing the teacher for being late I explained the morning's events to Angela. "That bitch." She exclaimed after I was done.

"Alice is not a bitch."

She rolled her eyes at my defensiveness. "I meant her ex."

"Oh."

Her phone buzzed and she grabbed it reflexively, "So Alice will inform her that she's with you and that's that. I'm sure she'll leave town soon." I doubt it. She read the text on her phone and scowled. "Now only if I knew what was going on with Eric."

"Why what's wrong?" I asked concerned.

"He's different, is all."

I groaned on the inside. Could these two just get a clue already? "Why don't you try talking to him?"

"I did try, on more than a few occasions, every time there is an emergency that he needs to take care of." She responded to the text. "I wouldn't worry about Alice's ex that much if I were you?"

"Why?"

"People that still has a thing for their ex usually always talks about them. Alice didn't even mention her ex once this whole time she's been here." She closed her phone. "So I think it is safe to presume that she was over her ex even before she even meat you."

"Or it hurt too much to talk about her ex" I suggested darkly.

Our teacher finally sped walked into class. "Well don't try to see the silver lining why don't you."

I took out my books. "You should give him some space."

Angela looked confused, "Who?"

"Eric, just give him some space to deal with whatever it is he is dealing with."

"I'm worried about him," She contemplated something before confessing; "I miss him."

"You and me both."

We were so caught up in our own thoughts, that we did not notice Jessica watching us, a very sinister look on her face.

Lunch

"That's my seat."

I didn't even bother looking up at Eric. "Is your name on it?"

"Yes," He grumbled, rubbing the back of his calf with his foot. "Pathetic is plastered all over it. It basically reeks of self-pity."

The corner of my mouth crept up involuntary, for the first time today I almost smiled. Almost. "No wonder I feel so at home." I said, scooting over slightly making some room for him.

He sat down and silence engulfed us, neither of us caring all that much, misery really does like company and all that shit. He sighed glancing at me from his peripherals. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I sat back, crossing my arms defensively, "Not particularly"

I watched as he shredded his sandwich. "Suit yourself but you know what they say about bottled up emotions."

I sighed, "What do they know in anyway?"

He kicked his shredded sandwich away, pieces of bread scattered across the floor. "They seem to think that they know a lot."

"Do they know what to do when your girlfriend's ex shows up in a limo and your girlfriend chooses her over you?" I asked annoyed, getting up and started to pace.

"Did she really choose her ex over you?" He looked a bit surprised.

"Yes..." I thought about how she still came after me into the house. "No..." But she left with what's her face in anyway. "Maybe..." My pacing became more frantic as I contemplated within my own head.

"See!" I jumped at his sudden our burst. "If another girl can't even figure out how another girl's mind works, how are we," He thumped his own chest, "supposed to figure it out?"

I cocked my eyebrow at him. Chest thumping, really? "You know you should just have told Angela how you feel about her before Ben got involved."

"And risk losing her as a friend?" He asked incredulous.

"As opposed to having her as a friend now?" I countered, sitting down again, pacing just making my emotional turmoil worse.

"Good things come to those who wait, or so they say."

I huffed, "Them again."

Eric bumped my knee with his. "What does she have that you don't, three tits?"

I snorted. "Model looks, an over flowing bank account, a snotty attitude, a limo, personal chef, mansions..." I trailed of sure that he got the point.

"Yeah, I would choose her too." I hit his leg offended. "Bella," He said rubbing the spot I hit. "Alice is with you. Don't you think you should trust her? I mean, and this is just my opinion, if you can't trust her then how do you expect the relationship to work?" He stood up stretching, "I'm not saying that she was right, she wasn't. I'm just saying you shouldn't be expecting the worst. You can't see the future, so stop stressing about it."

Was he right? Was I maybe over reacting a little bit because I was hurt? The warning bell for fourth period rang. I stood up, "Seeing the future would make life easier wouldn't it?" I asked linking my arm through his as we made our way to class.

"I think it would make life boring. Always knowing what is going to happen. I like a good surprise every now and again." I nodded in agreement. "Where the fuck did she hire a limo from anyway?" he suddenly asked, completely off topic. "I didn't even know that Forks had limos."

After school

"Do you want to catch a cold?" I froze at the sound of her melodic voice, completely oblivious to the fact that rain was pelting down hard and I was already drenched to the bone. Alice was leaning against my truck, her perfect hairdo perfectly safe under a monstrous black umbrella. "You kept me waiting. My boots are completely ruined."

I forced myself to look away from her face to glance down at her slightly wet boots. "My apologies Princess, if I had known that your overpriced boots were on the line I might have given a fuck."

She shifted her wait, her lower lip pouting a little. "You're still mad at me?"

"No," I said refusing to give in to her most adorable pout. "I'm downright pissed off."

She sighed, "Isabella, I had to go with her." Her eyes locked with mine, begging me to understand. "I had to explain to her that I'm with you."

I whipped wet hair out of my face, "You could not have done that by telling her just to fuck off? You could just have chosen me."

She cocked her eyebrow at me and shook her head smiling slightly, as if she thought I was missing something quite obvious. "Don't you see Isabella? I am choosing you." She pushed away from the truck and made her way towards me. "I'm just doing it my way." She stopped in front of me, the umbrella protecting the both of us from the storm. I could hear rain drops assaulting the umbrella; it was comforting in a sense. Or maybe that was just the effect Alice's presence had on me. "I see now," Alice continued, "That I could have gone about it differently. I've hurt your feelings and for that I apologise."

She placed her hand on my cheek tenderly. I leaned into her touch automatically, tingles slowly spreading down my neck and back. "You know I've been picturing the two of you together holed up in some motel room. I could barely concentrate on anything else."

Alice slid her free arm around my waist and pulled me flush against her possessively. "Silly human," She whispered her eyes dark with lust. "The only person I want to be holed up with is you."

I looked away from her, "I have a hard time believing that."

She placed her fingers under my chin and gently forced me to look at her, "Since I came back from New York I have to stop myself from pinning you to the nearest wall and having my way with."

Lust flushed through my body, causing me to shift my weight uncomfortably. "So what is stopping you?" I asked coyly.

"Because, for once I wanted to make sure that the other person wanted it just as much as I did and that they were ready to take such a step." Her thumb traced my bottom lip, her eyes fixated on the way my eyes closed at the sensations she was causing.

I gulped suddenly nervous, "I'm still mad at you." I slipped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

"You're allowed to be mad. Just know that I'm sorry and that I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Instantly my mind pulled up a few scenarios that caused me to swallow nervously again, something that did not go unnoticed by Alice. I shook my head and focused back on her, "I'll hold you to that. When you least expect it, I will collect..."

She silenced me with a kiss. "You talk too much." She breathed against my lips before claiming them with her own.

I pushed her backwards, until she was backed all the way up against my truck. "You're still not forgiven." I moaned into her neck, trailing kisses all the way down her neck. The wind whipped away the umbrella; she didn't seem to care as her hands slipped under my wet clothing pulling me impossible flush against her.

"It's okay, I can take the punishment." She challenged.

My leg slipped between hers and pressed up against her core. She threw her head back arching into me. A groan slipped from her mouth as I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth. "We'll see, Princess... we'll see."

The forecaster Motel

Meanwhile across town a small dark figure twitched nervously in front of the door of room 16 in the only motel of Forks. The figure twitched once more, looked up and down the deserted corridor nervously and gave the door three loud sharp bangs.

"Finally, it's about time room service showed up." The door swung open and the occupant looked the nervous figure up and down. "You're not room service."

The figure twitched again. "Are you like, Alice's ex?"

"Are you lost little girl?" The occupant said flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Only like, if you are not interested in, like what I have to show you about Alice." The girl gave the corridor another nervous glance before holding up a laptop.

The blonde smiled, her eyes sparkling with interest. She opened her door and gestured for the girl to come in. "Would you like some room service?"

"Is revenge on the menu?"

The blond cackled, "Yes and it is best served cold."