Chapter 10 is here! I know you guys have been waiting and I personally love this chapter! My friend helped me write it. (Her penname is Medeina!) I hope you all enjoy it and I really want your feedback more than ever. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! ENJOY!

Bella

I woke up with ten minutes left of my last class, so I skipped it. I would, no doubt, be swamped with work that night. At least I won't have anything distracting me, I thought grimly. Nothing like Edward and waking up without remembering anything. I ran my fingers through my hair, staring at the line of trees outside my window, glad that LAFA had a nice campus with trees and green stuff. I nearly snorted, green stuff. That's all I could come up with? I must be a screenwriter indeed.

I shook my head to clear out the negative thoughts. I was here. I was accepted. They wouldn't have accepted me if I wasn't good at what I did. That was all there was to it. Instead of dwelling in bad thoughts, I grabbed my bag, wrote a note for Alice explaining where I was going, and went out to find my teachers whose classes I had missed. I ran through my schedule in my head. I had missed Mr. Malik's class and Ms. Malloy's class, the only two teachers I hadn't met yet. I thanked my lucky stars that it was a Sunday. On any day during the week I would've missed three classes, maybe even four.

Alice and I had both decided to sign up for the few classes that were offered on the weekend. It wasn't that common of a thing to do, but we both wanted to graduate as fast as possible. The idea of paying for an extra year of college was beyond unimaginable. I was lucky to have the money to come to college at all. It wasn't an option for me to waste my time.

Mr. Malik's office was closest to my dorm, so I went to find him first. I thought about my schedule, he taught introductory media production, which was a required class for everyone at LAFA. Then, if someone decided that they liked the class, they signed up for it the following years.

His office was in a large building that housed all lot of the classes that people on more of a production route took. There was only one lecture hall since most of the classes taught in the building were more hands on. Once it wasn't required to take the classes, most people only signed up for more 'glamorous' classes, refusing to accept the idea that they might not make it to being on the silver screen. Many of the classes were small and hands on.

I didn't have a clue where in the building Mr. Malik's office was. All it had said on my schedule was that it was in the building, but nothing about what room, or even what floor. The George F. Abbot School of Film Production and Design was all housed in one building. I wasn't quite sure while they called it it's own school since it was part of LAFA, but they did. The building was absolutely enormous. It was five floors and shaped like an enormous cube that had one of the edges chopped off, making a pentagon shape. The entire outside of the building was made of glass. I couldn't help but stare as I walked up.

Inside, the building was all in red, black, grey, and white. It was much darker inside than outside, and I had to squint to see at first. To my left on the wall was a map of the first floor. I stared at it blankly for a moment. This place was a maze. I turned away from the map, it didn't show any offices anyways, and headed toward the front desk. A girl with blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail and cherry red fingernails sat there, filing the middle finger of her left hand. One of the office phones was shoved between her shoulder and her ear.

She glared as I walked up and I couldn't help but frown. I forced a smile on my face and rested my hands on the chest high desk. She glared again before saying "Excuse me," into the phone and setting it on the surface of the desk. "Look," she said briskly. "I'm busy and on the phone. If whatever you need takes more than ten seconds, you're not getting it. Understand?" I nodded, shocked by her hostility. "Well? Spit it out."

I looked at the floor unconsciously, feeling shredded by her glare. "I need to find Mr. Malik's office." I mumbled.

"Speak up." She snapped. "I haven't got time to listen to people who can't talk properly."

"I need to find Mr. Malik's office." I said, louder this time.

She reached for the phone again as she said, "Room 421." I mumbled a thank you and walked away, hearing her return to her conversation on the phone. I headed towards where the map had said the elevators were and jammed my thumb onto the 'up' button. The elevator doors opened immediately and the ride up to the fourth floor was surprisingly quick.

Unfortunately, there was not a map of the fourth floor the way there was a map of the first floor downstairs. I looked around, flipped a coin in my mind, and started walking right, down a long hallway. Every ten yards, there was a door on each side, a number was hanging on every door, but I was somehow in the nineties. I turned left at the end of the hallway and found myself in the seventies.

After several turns and quite a few dead ends, I gave up. I was lost. Completely, entirely, hopelessly lost. Somehow, I had gone from being in a hallway where the number on the doors where in the forties, to being in a hallway where the numbers where in the eighties. I didn't have a clue where I was, how to get to Mr. Malik's office, or how to get back to the elevators.

I sighed in grim acceptance and just walked towards my left. I'd find my way out eventually. Even if I didn't, there were classes in these buildings. I'd find another student eventually, I hoped.

Turns out my luck had taken a turn for the better. Even as I began to except the fact that I was never going to find my way out, I saw a student walking down the hallway towards me. Whoever he was he was tall, so tall in fact, that I suspected that he had to duck to walk through most doorways. His skin was dark, so I suspected that he was a Native American or something. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Are you lost?" He asked kindly, stopping next to me.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked sheepishly. He laughed.

"Well," he said, drawing it out. "Yeah, pretty much." He smiled at me again. "So where are you trying to go?"

"Mr. Malik's office." He snorted, clearly trying to hide a laugh. "What?" I asked.

"Mr. Malik's office is on the opposite side of the building." He chuckled again under his breath. "Actually I think your about as far as you can get from it and still be on the fourth floor." I laughed. "How bout I take you there?" I nodded, thankful for the help.

I figured that I should probably introduce myself as he led me back the way I had come. "I'm Bella."

He smiled. "I'm Jacob." There was a pause, and I worried I would have to figure out something to say, but he spoke again. "So are you a freshman?" He looked down at me expectantly.

"Yeah," I replied. "I just moved here from Arizona."

"Wow, big change, huh?"

"Oh yeah." I looked up at him, marveling at his height. "So where are you from?"

"Oh I'm from way up north." He said, stretching his arms. I couldn't help but notice that he was ripped. "From the Quileute reservation up in Washington."

I couldn't help but ask, "Do you even have a summer up there?" I giggled.

He laughed. "After feeling the autumn down here, no not really." I laughed. "We certainly have a winter though."

He stopped at a door and I nearly ran into his elbow. "Here we are." He said.

"Thank you so much." I looked up at him. "I'd probably still be wondering around lost without you."

"No problem." He smiled, turned and walked away. "Oh!" He said over his shoulder. "Ask Mr. Malik about how to find your way back to the elevator. See you around."

"See you around." I called to his retreating back.

I turned toward Mr. Malik's door and knocked softly. I hear shuffling inside, then a loud thunk. A moment later, the door opened and a scraggly looking man peered out. He was clearly Middle-Eastern and he had a long white curly beard.

Turns out, the only thing that we had done in class today was have all one hundred fifty seven people introduce themselves and list recent movies that they thought had been good, regardless of why. During the next class the following week we would discuss why.

Mr. Malik was more than happy to show me the way back to the elevators, as well as showing me the lecture hall on the first floor where my class would be on Sunday. I bid Mr. Malik goodbye as I stepped off the elevator and he waved cheerily at me. As I walked passed the front desk, the blonde girl rolled her eyes.

The trip to Ms. Malloy's office was much less eventful and it took me no time at all to find it in the short, squat, and quite frankly rather ugly building it was housed in. She was much less sympathetic to my "absolute disrespect for education" and in the end I lied and said that I had woken up with a stomach bug. She couldn't say much to that.

The walk back was quick, although I walked as slowly as I could. The moment I stepped into the dorm, I would be the victim to a barrage of angrily thrown words and maybe a few items. Alice was going to be pissed.

I deserved it of course. I'm still not sure what possessed me to stay over the night with Edward. But no reasoning on Earth could prepare me for the trouble I was in as I stepped through the door.

The first thing that hit me was a pillow, in the face. Then a shoe, then a towel, then a paperback book. I shrieked at the last one, grabbed the pillow, and held it out in front of me as a shield. "Alice what are you doing?" I practically shouted.

"I'm defending myself from the stranger in my room because my roommate and best friend would NEVER, EVER spend the night with a crazy person and not even bother to answer her phone when I called to make sure she was still alive." Uh oh, I was in trouble. "The crazy person must have killed her to keep her from letting me know what was going on." Se punctuated the last sentence by throwing an alarm clock at me, which, thankfully, hit the pillow.

"Alice!" I said pleadingly. "I'm sorry. I really am. I'll never ever ever do it again, I swear." She threw another shoe at me. "And I promise that I will always answer the phone when you call no matter what's going on." A hairbrush hit me in the leg, hard. Time for a trump card. "And I'll let you pick out what I wear every day for the next week." The constant flow of projectiles flying towards me stopped, although whether it was because she had run out of ammunition or because she was starting to relax, I wasn't sure. Cautiously, I lowered the pillow to look at her.

Her eyes were watering. "How could you do that to me?" she asked, her eyes making guilt sink straight into my chest. This was my fault. "I come home, expecting to find you studying or reading or somethinging!" I didn't comment on her unusual word choice. "But instead you're missing, not answering my calls, and out with a guy who everyone says is worse than terrible."

I reached to hug her. "I know," I said, wrapping my arms around her thin shoulders. "I'm sorry."

She sighed. "I suppose I'll have to forgive you eventually, won't I?"

I giggled, "Yes, I suppose you will."

She giggled, "And I suppose you're going to have to clean up all of the things I threw."

I sighed, now began her revenge. "Yes, I suppose I will."

"And I definitely need to get to work on choosing what you'll be wearing for the next three weeks."

I blanched. "I said one week."

She plowed on, ignoring me. "Because I'm sure my dear friend who always answers her phone won't mind at all, after all she completely owes me."

I sighed. No way to get out of this. "Alright, but nothing ridiculous."

Alice laughed, an evil laugh that sent chills down my spine. "I would never."

Monday was, if anything, exhausting. After five classes back to back that I had to run to get to, I felt like I was going to faint with exhaustion. By the time all of my classes were over, at about six o'clock, Alice and I decided to go out to dinner, with me paying of course.

After a long winded argument about where we would go eat, we just decided on South of the Border, a family owned Mexican restaurant within walking distance of our dorms. When we got there, we were both pleasantly surprised to find out that the restaurant had a live Mexican band that walked around and serenaded the customers.

The waiter came up, took our orders, and also brought us a bowl of salsa and some chips. Grabbing a chip out of the basket, I stuck it in my mouth and said, "So Alice, how's this Emmett of yours?"

Alice grinned, "He's wonderful. He's smart. He's funny." She gushed. "He's so tall. Ooh! And he works out every day so he is fine."

I laughed. "I'm glad." I looked around then leaned towards her conspiratorially. "So spill about your date."

"Well," She took a deep breath, and then launched into her words, not even stopping to breathe. "He was so nice and he took me to see a movie and I don't even know what the movie was about because I spent the whole time looking at him and then we went out to dinner and he even paid for everything and there was a really pretty waitress and he didn't even look at her, because he was looking at me! Then he drove me home and we got to the dorm and he kissed me goodnight and I didn't freeze or tense up or anything and it was wonderful!" She stopped, breathing quickly.

"I'm so glad for you!" I said. "I can't believe you kissed!" My thoughts fell into worry. "Are you sure this is a good idea though? I mean, after the Jasper Incident?"

She frowned. "Of course, he's much nicer than Jasper ever was. Besides, he's so sweet, I don't think he could ever hurt someone."

"Alright," I ran my fingers through my hair. "I just want to make sure your safe."

"Of course I am." She replied. "How safe are you with Edward?"

I shrugged. "It Doesn't matter anymore. I'm not going to do anything with him again."

She looked worried, "What happened?"

I looked at my hands, folded in my lap. "I'm not really sure. I was at his house-"

Alice interrupted me, "You went to his house!"

"Yes, to do homework." I said. Alice snorted. "That's not the point. It was late and I wanted him to take me home. I agreed, but somehow I fell asleep and didn't wake up until the next day."

Alice frowned, tugging on her bangs as she thought. "Were you that tired? I mean really?"

I shook my head. "He said I was the next day, but I don't remember feeling all that tired. I certainly don't remember getting into the bed that I woke up in."

Alarm crossed Alice's face, "Did he..." she trailed off.

I shook my head. "I doubt it. When I woke up I still had all my clothes on, even my shoes."

"I'm still worried-" she began, but the waiter came back, halting her words.

"Sorry about the wait," he said, a Hispanic accent lilting his words.

We both assured him that it was fine as he slid our plates in front of us. My stomach growled hungrily and I immediately dug into my food, starving after having to skip lunch. Alice laughed and began to eat her food as well, only with much more grace and poise than I thought one could possess, especially while eating Mexican food.

We were both silent for a few minutes, savoring our food. It was a good restaurant for all that it was little and slightly hidden from the main roads. Within minutes, all of the food was gone and we were both sighing with happy contentment.

Alice took a long drink of the virgin daiquiri she had ordered. She looked over my shoulder and jerked violently. Instantly, she started coughing, choking on the drink. I stood up and leaned across the table to her, panicked.

"Are you alright?" I said. She shook her head, struggling to swallow. "Alice? Alice!"

Gasping for air, she swallowed the last of the daiquiri and pointed behind me. I turned and I felt like ice had been poured down my spine. A familiar blond head sat at a booth about twenty feet behind me. The person turned around, looking at us and grinned. My throat closed up in terror.

Jasper was here.

So there was chapter 10! Shocker at the end right? Trust me, it was definitely not what I had planned. But leave your reviews and tell me what u thought of this chapter. Don't hold back. I wonder what Bella and Alice are going to do? It's their story, so I have no idea *wink wink*.