thank you for all the reviews. :) it really means a lot. i'm gonna post two chapters, since i got three reviews. i'm very glad you guys like this story. i had almost given up hope on it, but even though there's only a few people still reading this, i'd rather make you few people happy than make myself miserable about not having hundreds of readers.

so, to the few reading, thank you so much for reviewing! :D i'm very glad you like it, and i will continue trying to make it something you enjoy. :) as the story goes along, I start to enjoy it more. i hope you do too.

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one quick note to add, i decided to change one thing about Twilight . . . besides the main part about Bella having a twin who, in my opinion, is much more right for Edward. my point is, i have changed it to where when a werewolf imprints on someone-only when they imprint-then that imprint lives forever with them. unless, of course, they decide together to finish growing old, in which case the werewolf will give up its power and they'll grow old together.

but, otherwise, they live forever together.

10. Fallin' for You: Colbie Calliat

It took me a while to get the courage to come out and say it, tell him what I knew. The death glares pretty much stopped, which was a huge relief, along with the mood swings, leaving just him and me; something I loved. In Biology, though, he was giving me the evil looks, the ones that made me scared of him, especially since I knew the reasoning behind them. In P.E., he wasn't scary or even mean. We talked all the time.

Maybe it was me and Bella together that made it hard for him to resist.

Who knows?

A month after our first day, I realized it was time. It was time to tell him I knew, because, I mean, what's the point in hiding it? All hiding it was doing was making me sorta not really all there at home, and it was keeping him from answering my questions that I knew the answer to but still wanted to hear.

Bella and I weren't okay, though. I could tell something was happening between us. I wasn't sure what, because we had settled the Jake thing. But, something between us made me uneasy; scared even.

I don't know.

I sighed deeply before tying the last string on my combat boots. I heard Bella honking from the Jeep, so I grabbed my backpack and looked in the mirror one last time.

Black ruffled miniskirt with red and white plaid, red v-cut t-shirt with sleeves that came to the crease on my elbow, a lacy white camisole underneath, and my fishnet leggings underneath that, reaching just the top of my combat boots. To make it all the more perfect, I had my long hair put in a side ponytail loosely—rather cutely, if I do say so myself—with a solid black fedora on top.

You can do this, I told myself firmly, unable to stop from smiling at the amazing outfit—so me. Where's the Mayze in you? She's in there somewhere. Now just tell him.

I wasn't being myself. I mean, I wasn't being Mayze in any way in the matter. It was like I was another person when it came to this issue. Once the Mayze inside of me was brought out, I realized how I really felt now.

I, for some reason, was happy here, with this mess I got myself into. Even though once I got to school, I was going to confront a vampire who can read my mind, I was happy. The thought just didn't bother me.

There was one thing that did though, something I realized on day one. I met him a month ago, but I'm scared to tell him what I know for just one reason—not the obvious one either. If I do tell him, what happens if he leaves?

That's what bothered me, and ever since I realized how deeply that idea scared me, it just irked me. Jake told me to stay away from him, but I didn't care. He wasn't in charge of my life. There was something—my heart, maybe—pulling me towards Edward. I knew what it was, but I didn't like listening to it. I mean, we talked a lot, and we got close. I knew everything about him, more than he knew I did.

Over the past month, ever since the Jake thing, I've had to become a damn good actress. I had to act around Edward and pretend I didn't know, and I had to act around Charlie and act like everything's normal. Whenever Jake was around, which is a lot now since he and Bella are officially dating, I had to act like I avoid Edward.

I don't feel too special now. Jake told Bella, with Sam—their Alpha's—permission. So, now, she knows she's dating a werewolf.

I also found out, Jake imprinted on her, which means, Bella's never dying. So, I'm gonna die one day while she lives forever and ever and ever.

Stupid werewolf.

Random thought. Sometimes, I wonder, can Edward really read my mind? I mean, he always says stuff like, "I'm trying to figure you out", or, "You're very difficult for me to read, unlike most people."

So, I mean, I kinda wonder. A mind reader wouldn't say those things if he could just read my mind, and at this point, he would know a lot of my deepest secrets, because I can't help but think about them around him. And, a lot of times, he's thoughtfully staring at me, like he's trying to figure out what I'm thinking or trying to figure me out in general.

I don't know, but I would ask him later.

When Bella pulled the Jeep into the school parking lot, I immediately noticed one thing, right off the bat.

The metallic silver 2011 Volvo XC90—a crossover—was already here.

Bella warily looked at me, truly concerned as she shut it off. "I thought Jake said you were staying away from them, like he warned. He can't say why you need to, but he said it's dangerous."

"It's not," I semi-lied, semi said truthfully. With the partial truth, she would never notice the lie; not that she would notice it anymore anyways. It was amazing how one boy made me change so drastically, yet not really much at all. "He's just being paranoid, honestly."

"How do you know if he can't tell you?"

I shrugged as I picked up my backpack, acting like it was no big deal. Effortlessly, I put it over my shoulder and opened the door. "I figured it out by myself."

Her eyes were dubious as she watched me walk inside alone, leaving her to ponder all of this. I knew Edward would be in English, since he wasn't by his car, so I wanted to get in there and tell him.

Of course, I was right about where he was. I mean, it wasn't much longer until the bell would ring, so it made sense to be in here . . . along with just about everyone else in this class; our nearly full class.

I sat down in my desk, and he brightly smiled my favorite smile of his—it's a heart racing, gorgeous, world-brightening, beautiful, perfect, crooked smile—before turning himself around to face me. "Hey, Mayze."

I smiled back at him, unable to do anything else, and took a deep breath. "There's something I need to tell you that I've needed to tell you since the day I met you. I just haven't had the courage to do it until now."

His eyebrows furrowed, but I could see the hidden gleaming look in his eyes, almost as if he was hopeful—as if he knew what I wanted to tell him. "Oh? And what is that?"

I could see his siblings sit up in their chair, rigid and nervous. They weren't turning, but they were suddenly curious, maybe even suspicious. "I'll tell you later. Now isn't the best time."

"No one's listening to us except those two," he pointed out, frowning. "Why not now?"

"Fine," I said lightly as I put my backpack in the floor, giving him a shrug. "You're not human."

His eyes slightly widened in terror, and I saw his siblings completely freeze too—all three of them finding this statement a complete shock. But, he quickly regained his composure, for the most part, and gave me a dumbstruck look. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

That was exactly the response I needed to guarantee this. If he was human, he would've given me a strange look to begin with—nothing like what he just did. He looked stunned now, hidden behind that dumbstruck look. "I mean, you're not human, and I know exactly what you are."

His lips pursed in a firm line, eyes tight. "And, how exactly do you know that?"

"Well," I admitted softly before looking down at my thumbs, which were twiddling around each other to ease my nerves. Of course, I was gnawing on my lip again, but my cute little robot was rather relaxing too. "I kinda talked to someone."

His eyes were suddenly blazing, furious even, as if he already knew who it was I talked to. "They told you? How would they know?"

I shook my head. "No, he didn't tell me. I figured it out. He told me to stay away from you. I, obviously, didn't listen, and now, Bella's gonna be a tattletale and tell him, but oh well. He's not my dad. Anyways, he accidentally told me what he is, you're both enemies, and you can read minds."

He was just frozen in his chair, eyes slightly pained, angry, and happy; his expression, though, showed that he was in denial. "If he didn't directly tell you, how do you know? And, who is it telling you all of this?" He suddenly relaxed, and his face got smug. "I am personally offended."

I rolled my eyes and smirked at him. "You can go get 'offended' all you want, but I'm right, and I'm one hundred and ten positive of that. Edward, I'm basically a human lie detector. I can see past all the masks, the lies, and all the truths. You're hiding who you really are, for everyone's safety. You think you're dangerous."

His jaw locked tight as he realized that I was right, and there was nothing he could do to fix that. "I am."

I shook my head. "No. You aren't. You haven't hurt me."

He turned away from me abruptly, glaring harshly at the front wall; his teeth grinding together and his jaw locking tight. "Yet. I've come close, Mayze, so, so many times. You just can't even imagine . . . ."

"Close," I emphasized firmly, crossing my arms stubbornly over my chest. "You haven't done it yet, and I seriously don't think you ever will."

His teeth ground together for a few seconds, but then, his tense, stiff body relaxed a little as he forced himself to look back over at me. "Alright then; what am I?"

The rest of the people in this class walked in the door at that moment, basically all at once, so I just shrugged. "Can't say, but I can say it's one word."

"There are a lot of those," he pointed out arrogantly before laughing a nervous laugh, something I could tell was slightly faked. "I just think you're crazy."

Now he was teasing me. There was something in him, as I could see, that wanted me to know and wanted me to be right, but there was something else that was afraid of that. The part that wanted it was bigger, because it was his heart, although he'd never admit this out-loud. I could just read it in his eyes.

"Yeah," I scoffed, smirking at him now. "But, that's not the point. Are there a lot of words that are seven letters?"

"Quite a few," he said truthfully before nodding slightly. "Anything else you want to narrow it down to even though there's still going to be a huge margin of possibilities?"

"Your enemy is something with eight letters," I said honestly before shrugging again, as if it was no big deal. But, in reality, it was the exact opposite—one of the biggest things I had ever experienced. My favorite friend here in Forks was a vampire; that's pretty fucking huge.

It clicked in his mind now. He knew, without a doubt, that I knew. A tiny little small piece of him still doubted me, but not anymore. Now, his heart was taking over as he smiled my favorite smile over at me. "You're so wrong."

"And you're so a horrible liar," I said firmly, sticking my tongue out at him before turning towards the front. "Or, to me, at least."

He just slowly shook his head, the smile still lingering on and accenting his features. Those teeth of his should terrify me, especially knowing what I do, but they were just a tool in which he gave me that damned smile that leaves me not only breathless, or even intoxicated, but it makes my heart race in my chest.

The teeth didn't scare me. Only his evil, dark looks did.

I just let my heart flutter, my breathing become shallow, my blood to boil, and the butterflies fill my stomach this time. It was okay, now that I can see he's not mad, to let loose. It was okay to finally let myself feel this way.

It was right, no matter what he said.

The feelings I just wouldn't admit out-loud.

This time, though, as we walked together to the lunchroom, he didn't leave me to go sit with his family. He, instead, looked down at me with that smile I claim as mine—as of now. "Do you want to sit with me today?"

My heart fluttered even faster—an unhealthy, completely unnatural rate—as I looked up at him. I couldn't help but smile at his irresistible one, but this request left me unable to do anything but smile even brighter. "Sure. That'd be cool."

"Are you going to eat?" he asked curiously, grinning at me now.

I bit my lip again, trying to decide on just how to say this. "No. It's a phobia I have. I don't eat in front of people."

He gave me a skeptical look, almost as if he was worried about my mental state right now. I didn't blame him for that, because I questioned it myself. "So, you're not scared of me, but you're afraid of . . . eating in front of people?"

I nodded solemnly. "Yeah. I'm strange. I don't mind eating in front of family or people close to me, like at home, but when I don't know someone, I won't. And, it's not because I'm afraid they'll judge me, because, personally, I could care less. I just don't like doing it. It freaks me out."

He let out a scoff/laugh before smiling at me again. "You know, I like you. You're just so . . . different. You don't care what people think, and you love being yourself—that strange creature that you are. It doesn't matter to you that I'm a monster and I've killed people before. You don't care."

I shook my head. "I didn't care when Jake phased in front of me, and I don't care that you're a vampire. Your past doesn't matter. You could've killed a million people. I don't care. It's not who you are now."

"So, you know me now," he said simply before letting out a very deep sigh. It sounded, as weird as this is, confused; like he wasn't sure to be depressed, mad, or happy.

"Have the whole time," I admitted sheepishly, propping up on the table to make myself more comfortable. "I'm kinda scared though."

"You are?" he asked quickly before cocking an eyebrow, liking and hating this statement just like everything seemed to be today.

A smile spread across my lips, and he earned himself another eye roll. "Not of you. I'm scared about . . . Bella's gonna tell Jake, and he's gonna get really mad. I mean, he's coming over tomorrow to keep us both company while Charlie goes fishing with Billy and Harry, and . . ." I sighed. "I'm gonna die. I think he's bringing some doggies with him."

He laughed softly. "Well, how about you come over to my house while he's there?"

"Charlie would never let me leave her alone with Jake and his friends," I said honestly with another sigh. "I would say you could come over there, but I don't think that'd be a very good idea. You can, by all means, if you want to."

His face went thoughtful again; not a surprising look for him. "Well, honestly, I'm scared to leave you alone. I don't want you to die." He took a deep breath, as if he was calming himself down. "They can't do anything to me. I mean, I'm not breaking the treaty." He shrugged it off as no big deal again, even though it was.

We both had tendencies to do that.

I brightly smiled at him—beamed at him would be more accurate. "Well, then, does that mean you're coming?"

He laughed softly again before nodding. "Yes. I will, if it's alright with your dad, of course."

I pursed my lips. "Charlie won't care. He's letting Bella bring someone over."

"Alright then," he agreed. "Just let me know if he says otherwise."

"I will," I promised. Then, I grinned. "But, he better not, because you have to tell me about this treaty."

"Okay," he said blissfully. "I will, Mayzie. I promise."