A/N: Sorry! Another late chapter. I've had some kind of flu/cold/god awful runny nose thing. Sorry, excuses excuses. I was really flattered by my friend TheFamouslyUnfamousAuthor who gave me a rave review and inspired me to write. Apparently no one seems to want the big hints for the 25th review, so maybe I should up the ante? 25th reviewer gets 3 things:

A big preview from the chapter of the last period Drama Class

? POV for James' attack on Bella

A story written from Alice's point of view about a dramatic childhood moment (which is more exciting than you think, maybe something like when Alice confesses she wants to be a designer)

Alright, so this is my third draft of this paragraph because I ramble each time, im simply going to state that this chapter is emotional and moves quickly, because thoughts move quickly, and this chapter will mainly be thoughts as opposed to action. Next chapter will be much lighter, I promise, but I really wanted to get this done.

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RPOV

As Emmett walked away, I growled to myself. I can't believe I just let those 2 things happen. I just let the whole class see me take my guard down. That does not work for my rep. I do this for Jasper. He must know that, right? He must know how hard I try for him. But do I? Do I really? Would it really be that bad-Yes. I decided immediately. Yes it would. I let my guard down once, and I've learned that it should never happen again.

At the same time I was so angry with myself for letting Emmett go, and for putting my guard back up. I had let him in, and he had been so kind. And then I kicked him out, and locked the doors behind him. And the worst part was, I wasn't so sure I could unlock those doors again, I wasn't so sure if I could become that vulnerable. It scared me.

I finally realized I was standing frozen a couple of feet from my desk, books in hand, the classroom almost empty. I quickly walked out and towards Math class. On my way, I barely looked up to see peoples faces. All I knew was that instead of the bubble of silence that usually followed me everywhere, it had changed to a bubble of trecherous whispers, following me to my locker, then on to Math. The silence I could handle. Silence meant fear. Silence meant revery. Whispering meant gossip. Whispering meant they had something to whisper about. I couldn't handle the whispering.

"What?" I said. My voice level. It carried throughout the hall over the whispers. They just got louder.

"If you have something to say to me, say it to my face. At least have that courtesy." I said, bitterness in my voice. The whispering got even louder. I just decided to ignore it and stalk off. It wasn't even worth it. I looked at my perfectly manicured feet the rest of the way to math.

Because of that, I missed seeing Jasper walking with the pixie. Alice, as I'd heard her called. I would've seen how happy he was, and known was I was doing was right, but I just wasn't that lucky.

The door swumg open easily and everyone went from normal conversation to whispers. Every couple of seconds I heard my name, and I whipped around to wherever I heard it from, but I never had any clue. I finally just took a seat, on the aisle closer to the back.. No one was close. I thought it was the perfect spot. Unfortunately, I didnt keep it in mind that someone didn't have to be next to you to talk to you.

Mike Newton was 2 seats ahead of me, also on the aisle. He had been staring alternatively between my ass and my boobs as I had walked in. Apparently, he thought that little thing in Bio meant I was fair game. He turned around to face me, a gross smile on his face.

"Hey baby," I cringed, it slipped his notice, "wanna come to a supply closet with me? Jess will never know." He said, probably trying to sound seductive, and failing terribly at it. Old Rosalie would've laughed and made a joke out of it. But I wasn't her. I was New Rosalie. My eyes hardened and I snapped back at him.

"I'm sorry, but since when can you talk like that, asshole? I have a boyfriend. Cheat with someone else." I said, my voice dripping with malice.

He put his hands up to surrender and I had a false pretense I was safe, until he turned around, got his books, and stood up. He stepped forwards, and I had to do my best not to cringe back. He then walked, slowly, back and sat right down next to me. He rested his arm down next to me, and leaned over. He moved slowly until his mouth was just at my ear. I looked desperately up to the front of the classroom. Mr. Weiss was writing a problem on the board. I was stuck. Everyone else watched with an amused gleam in their eyes.

"What's wrong, Rosie, afraid to get a little close?" He whispered, his hot breath uncomfortably tickling my ear. His voice was taunting. He knew nothing would be done against him. He even want as far as to try to grab my hand. The difference between the feeling of his and Emmets was monumental. Holding Emmetts hand I felt safe, contained, happy. Holding Mikes, I felt like I was a live wire. I was ready to drop kick him to Mexico. I was ready to fight.

I dug my nails into his hands. So roughly, that before he said "Ow!" And pulled away, there were already deep cresent marks on his palm.

"Mike, get the hell back to your seat. Try that again and I'll have you in juvi before you can say "Meet me in the closet?" Understand? Oh, and don't call me Rose." I said, using my sweetest voice. My point was understood and he scrambled away. Everyone's eyes were still on me.

"What?" I said, carefully leveling the volume of my voice so that Mr. Weiss, who was still writing that goddamn problem on the board, couldn't hear me, "any of you got a problem? Why don't you come back hear so we can talk about it, just like Mike did." I said, keeping my voice as sweet as before. Everyone's heads whipped back forward. Terrified of pissing me off after what they'd seen. Finally I heard silence. Silence was familiar. Silence meant fear. Silence meant revery. Silence I could deal with.

I ignored class. I couldn't think about it. I just hibernated. My mind frozen. No one talked about me. No one looked at me. And the teacher never picked me. I was safe. I was wrapped in my own cocoon of silence.

The bell rang and I walked out. I headed towards tech slowly. As the news of this class spread, the whispers all turned so silence. Slowly, though, as I kept walking, the whispers started up again. Oddly, I hadn't heard my name in them once. I knew something was wrong. I heard 4 names. James Delore. Emmett McCarty. Bella Swan. Edward Mason. I never got involved in other peoples business but this sounded kind of important. I walked up to Jessica.

"What just happened here?" I asked. Normally anyone would be shocked to hear me talking to them, but this was a special circumstance.

"Bella walked out of class, holding hands with Edward. James had been hitting on her all class. Edward went to the bathroom. James walked up to her, tried to hit on her. Slammed her back into a locker. Tried to kiss her. Emmett ran and tackled him down and punched him. Edward came out and both he and Emmett were standing protectively in front of Bella, waiting for James to regain consciousness when the Guidance Counselor, whos name I dont know, walked up and brought them all to her office." Jessica said. I had to listen very closely, because she was speaking so fast, a hummingbird would have trouble keeping up.

My fists clenched with anger. I hated the fact that someone could go through that. It was worse than what Mike did. And from someone like James? I always thought he was nice. I was majorly wrong. I had strong feelings about this. I may not like this Bella girl, because she was with Emmett, but she found Edward. Edward was with Alice, but Alice found Jasper, so I guess she wasn't all that bad. But now she had me on her side. I would most definitely be with Bella through this. Something like that is traumatic. I didn't want anyone else to turn out like I did. It wasn't how life was supposed to work. I had to let Bella in. Everyone had just stayed silent and watched as it had happened. I decided something. Silence meant fear. Silence meant revery. Silence stopped words. Silence prevented help. Silence wasn't safe. I couldn't deal with Silence any more.

A/N: APOV going up tomorrow or later tonight! Review, tell me what you think of Rosalies Revelation.