Chapter 9: There Went the Line

Alice's POV:

"THAT WAS MY SHIIIIIIIIRT!" Rosalie's scream was heard throughout the house.

"Yea, well how the hell do you like it now, Hale?" Bella's remark was heard, followed by laughter, and a loud crash. It sounded like a vase had been broken. The next thing I heard was Edward's shouts. Oh, so maybe it wasn't a vase...

I didn't really care, my clothes were fine.

"Swan you are dead!"

"MWUAHAHA!"

I walked into the hallway, just as Bella ran past me quickly and down the stairs, with Edward and Rosalie running after her. I fought the urge to yell something at the freak. Humming to myself, I skipped back into my room and started searching through the racks of clothing.

Bella's POV:

"I swear to God, if any of you so much as glance my way today, I will murder you." Rosalie sneered.

After using her 'designer' shirt as a towel, and using it to whip at the stack of CD's which belonged to none other than Edward, they've both been on edge, sending me death glares.

Ignoring her, I walked out the front door and looked around the huge area where cars were scattered about. I saw a yellow Porsche 911 Turbo, a giant, red Jeep Wrangler, and a red convertible M3 BMW. I walked to the far end where my Mustang was parked. As I slid into the front seat and watched as the cars filed out of the drive, a good space apart, I couldn't help but think…

Fuck. This is going to be one hell of a day.

We weren't stupid. Looking back, as naive as we were, we weren't stupid. There was a line that we knew not to cross, a line that was going too far. A line that told us when to stop and that things had gotten out of hand. A line that was so clear, so visible, none of us dare touch it. But Jasper Whitlock done gone and crossed that line when he chose to take things to a new level. Jasper Whitlock had never done something so stupid, so crazy, so fucking brilliant—that we all knew the shit was about to hit the fan.

Jasper Whitlock slowly, steadily, walked across the cafeteria.

In that moment, time seemed to slow down, and then stop completely. As Jasper took his first few steps deeper into the cafeteria, I didn't exactly know what he was doing, or what he was headed for. From my seat at my table, my eyes glided upwards and landed on his expression. His eyes were set in some type of determination, seriousness—and under that mask I could see a smug, smirking glint in his eyes.

But more importantly, his eyes were set on something, one thing that could possibly be the demise of us all. With the speed of lightning, my eyes flashed across the cafeteria to where his were concentrated—and landed directly on Rosalie Hale. Everyone else in the cafeteria seemed to notice it at the same time as the talking died down to silence, and their movement was at a complete stand-still.

The stagger of Jasper's step seemed to draw everyone's attention as he grew closer to his target. He seemed perfectly at ease, even cocky. And as he finally stopped in front of Rosalie's table, Rosalie's head snapped up, and her eyes narrowed into a slick, hateful line, and her posture became rigid. In contrast, Jasper's attitude seemed to throw the awkwardness of the situation off balance as he plopped down next to her, completely comfortable. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats at the moment as they awaited for her to say something, or possibly another fight to begin.

Slow and relaxed, Jasper placed his arm around her shoulders, and reached his other hand into his pockets, taking out a small bag of white powder.

"Here's those drugs you wanted." He said casually as he slipped the bag into her pocket.

All at once, the entire cafeteria broke out into whispers and exclaims.

"She does drugs!"

"She's in business with Whitlock!"

"I knew it!"

"She's a poser!"

Rosalie's head was darting around the cafeteria frantically as the whispering grew louder and louder. In one quick movement, she pulled the bag out of her pocket and shoved it into Jasper's chest, jumping away from him. He looked at her in fake confusion.

"I don't do drugs!" she screamed, trying to get everyone's attention. "I don't even talk to him!"

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was possibly the best plan ever constructed, better than Washington leading American forces over the Delaware River, and sharper than the British intercepting the Zimmerman Note to Mexico. It was incredible. I threw a quick glance around at McCarty, Brandon, and Cullen to see them glancing around the same. I caught Emmett's eye, and we exchanged a quick grin. The talking grew louder and louder, until the tapping of the intercom echoed through the cafeteria, causing everyone to quiet down.

"Edward Cullen, Rosalie hale, Bella Swan, Emmett McCarty, Jasper Whitlock, and Alice Brandon, plese report to the Principal's Office."

The talking continued as we filed out of the cafeteria, one by one, toward the office. Rosalie walked behind Jasper the entire way with her arms crossed, glaring at his head as if she could set it on fire if she stared hard enough. The entire way I tried holding back my laughter, yet failing miserably, and the entire way Cullen was throwing me sharp glances. The only sound other than my giggling was the splattered pour of the rain on the cement.

When we reached the office, the door was already open for us. We walked in and Jasper, Alice, and Emmett took the few available seats, leaving me, Rosalie, and Cullen to stand. I leaned my back against the wall and crossed my arms as the principal threw us each a quick glance, and took a breath, preparing for his fucking boring speech.

"I have thought long and hard about what your punishment for yesterday's fight is going to be. Each of your parents have contacted me and I have been made aware of your current living situations..." he said, nodding to each of us. I sighed.

"Get on with it." I snapped. He took another deep breath before speaking again.

"You punishment will be that each of you will have to spend a with each other, doing something fun—and no arguing."