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Chapter Ten - We definitely have some major problems

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I'm sure everybody's heard the saying, "After Monday and Tuesday even the calender says WTF." It was a fact of life. But what the calender really should have been saying was, "After a WTF week, there's Serious Saturday and Shitty Sunday because of there being no kitty to cuddle with!"

My weekend was supposed to consist of staying the night at the Wilkie house and gorging myself out on the rest of the cake and ice cream with the guys. We'd play some stupid boardgames before getting bored and deciding to go TP somebody's house. We would play pranks on Paul, and then someone would be hurt by the time we finally went to bed at four in the morning. Sunday I would drive home with only minimal damage to my car as I struggled to stay awake while trying to get there. The first thing I'd see when I opened the door would be Nibbler and we would spend the day cuddling on the couch and eating nothing even remotely healthy.

Instead of doing the things I love, I was forced to stay Saturday night in the Cullen household listening to Rosalie bitch and moan about there being a human sleeping in her room. It's not like I wanted to be anywhere near the bed where Emmett and her got freaky between the bedsheets, but I didn't want to intrude on Esme and Carlisle or Alice and Jasper. They'd already been too nice. And there was no freaking way I'd sleep on Edward's couch, not after the hell he put me through. He completely agreed, knowing I'd probably rather trash his room then sleep in it. And so Emmett offered, Rosalie glared, and I got to sleep on a King sized, Egyptian cotton sheeted, comfortable bed. I delightfully slept the most satisfying sleep ever in that nine hour period.

To hell with them having sex in the bed, I was taking the damn thing home with me. Sheets can be washed, can't they?

Sunday was spent lazing about as Esme cooked my meals and kept me company most of the day. Carlisle had to work, but said he'd be home no later then six to give me the sling that I'd have to wear for the next few months.

I readily complained about the sling and Esme listened wholeheartedly while agreeing with me the entire time. I think she did it just to shut me up.

Jasper took my car to Port Angeles to a mechanic. I had sullenly watched from the window as the powder blue Suburban was towed away and out of sight. I made sure to tell him that it better be the exact same as it was before it was totaled. That included the dent on the right front fender from where my mom 'nudged' a pole and the scratch on the drivers side door from where I'd accidentally keyed my own car.

Rosalie stayed upstairs for most of the day. I assumed she didn't want to be anywhere near me after I watched her storm up the stairs with a can of Febreze. I don't think she liked the scent of Finley Weston on her bed.

I argued about not being able to go home. Edward and Alice were there for over four hours Sunday morning cleaning up the mess the former had made. The pixie-ish girl told me every tiny little detail of what she saw and cleaned up. It infuriated me to know that Nibbler was scared out of her wits the entire time he was in the house and hid under the couch the whole time.

All I wanted to do Sunday night was snuggle with my kitty, watch Comedy Central, and maybe fall asleep on the couch because I was too lazy to drag myself to my bedroom. My night didn't go the way I wanted it to.

Carlisle came home with my sling. It was a gaudy blueish gray that looked like anybody with a lick of fashion sense wouldn't go near with a ten foot pole. I loved it. Alice didn't. I spent the night cuddling the canvas sling instead of my kitten while Alice sat at the end of the bed waiting for me to fall asleep so she could steal it from me. I attempted to stay up as late as I could so that that wouldn't happen.

I failed.

Epically.

I fell asleep with a plain sling and woke up to a sparkly one.

"Do I have to wear this?"

Emmett glanced into the rear view mirror to see me fiddling with the strap of the sling. "Alice said that if you got your hair wet or took that sling off she'd kill me. So yes, you have to wear it."

I cringed at the mention of my hair. She'd gotten a hold of the rats nest on my head while I was still too sleepy to fight her off. My copper-colored hair was now sporting long, shiny, straightened locks. I was also adorning a pair of jeans so tight I could barely move in them and a blue shirt that she said made my eyes 'pop'. Whatever that meant. Apparently I was Rosalie's size so I was wearing her clothing. I made a mental note to take a shower as soon as I got home to get her icky germs off of me.

"Just remember, Emmett, I haven't crushed your 360 yet."

He tensed. "Maybe we'll just conveniently forget the umbrella when we get to school."

"I like the way you think."

"And so does his Xbox," Jasper spoke up for the first time since getting into the jeep.

Alice had insisted that I ride with Emmett and Jasper in the jeep while her and Rosalie kept Edward company in his silver Volvo. I didn't hesitate to say the obvious yes that was left hanging in the air.

Emmett followed along after Edward, slowing as we entered town. I glanced out beyond the cover over the jeep and caught sight of several teenagers trudging through the rain to reach the school. They all lived within walking distance of Forks High and I bet they were all glad they had invested in the umbrellas they were holding.

"So, are you ready for the big day ahead of you?" Jasper stared out the window as he asked.

Emmett flicked his blinker on and came to a stop behind the Volvo as he waited for a few cars to turn into the school parking lot. "Do you have everything?"

"Books?" Jasper continued.

"Lunch money?"

"Homework?"

"Clean underwear?"

I rolled my eyes and pat the hard cover of the journal through the material of my messenger bag. "I've got everything I need right here. And shouldn't you guys have asked that before we left the house?"

They both shrugged at the same time as the jeep pulled into a parking spot next to where Alice was throwing open the back door of Edward's car. Edward immediately disappeared into one of the school's buildings while Rosalie calmly waited next to Alice under a pale lavender umbrella. Jasper jumped out of the car and pulled the seat forward so I could do the same. He gently took my book bag from me and then held a hand out to help me down. I took the offered hand and struggled to not bump my right shoulder against the interior of the jeep.

"Emmett needs a new car," I mumbled, the top of my head skimming the roof.

"It's great for days with sunlight because you can take the top off," Alice was suddenly there, her fingers tight around the handle of a pink umbrella. "But not so great during rainstorms."

"Oh, really," my sarcastic comment slipped out before I could stop it. "I hadn't noticed."

Alice smile was bright as Jasper finished helping me to the ground and I released his hand. I scanned the parking lot, looking for the large rust bucket that would indicate Bella Swan was real. So far it was left unseen. I spun back to Alice just a she held the umbrella out for me to take.

I stared at her impassively. "Seriously?"

She nodded enthusiastically and jiggled the handle towards me. I flinched backwards and she stepped forward so I wouldn't be in the rain. "I don't do pink."

"Take it, Finley."

"You do know that I'll just lower it and get my hair wet, right?"

She nodded before reaching for Emmett as he tried to scurry past her from behind. He jerked backwards so fast it almost looked like he was clotheslined. Alice pushed the umbrella into his hands and then shoved me toward him before the rain could hit my hair. Both Emmett and I scowled at Alice. Me because of the whole hair deal and him because he was holding a girlie umbrella.

"I don't even have my first class with her!"

Alice shrugged, all of her upper body moving up and then down before taking my book bag from Jasper and settling it over Emmett's left shoulder. "Not my problem, Emmett. Just make sure she doesn't get her hair wet."

She linked her fingers with Jasper's after he finished unfolding his own black umbrella and they both disappeared into the slow crowd of arriving kids. All that were left was me, Rosalie, Emmett, and the soft sound of rain hitting the tops of the cars as more and more entered the parking lot. Emmett and I stared after them, watching, waiting. I saw Rosalie shift so the hand not holding her umbrella was resting against a cocked hip. She was getting irritated, and fast, too.

The second Alice and Jasper turned the corner into one of the buildings, Emmett let go of the pink umbrella and let it fall to the ground upside down. Neither of us even flinched as the rain poured down and instantly soaked us to the bone.

After a few moments of chilly rain drenching my hair I turned to an equally wet Emmett. "Well, I feel better. How 'bout you?"

Emmett's grin let me know how he felt. Rosalie shook her head and stooped down to pick up the abandoned umbrella off the asphalt. She quickly closed it. "Can we go now?"

I reached for the messenger bag hanging off Emmett's shoulder, but he was pushing my hand away. He slid it off his shoulder and onto his wife's without a moment to spare.

"Here, babe, you have first hour with Fin, don't you?"

And then he was gone.

I gaped after him in disbelief. His Xbox was no longer officially safe. Rosalie glared at her husband's back as he loped off towards the Library. Her glare intensified when she looked at me. For a moment I thought she was going to reach over and snap my neck, but at the last second she turned on her heel and headed in the direction of the gym. I stared after her, wondering if I should follow or not.

"Let's go, Fish Guts, before my hair gets wet."

It was going to be a long day.

The instant the bell rang for lunch I was racing away from the confining walls of the Home Economics class. Jasper jogged after me, his golden eyes glancing backwards at the gossiping girls behind us.

"Are they still-"

"Yes."

I looked back at them suspiciously. "You'd think they'd have better things to talk about other then my burnt cookies."

Jasper held onto my arm and steered me to the left before I ran into a door. I was still watching the girls giggle at me from behind their hands. I made a face at them and turned back around.

"Well, there was a lot of smoke, Finley."

"I know, but usually when this sort of thing happens they barely even notice. They go on with their lives pretty damn quick. But today..." I trailed off, a frown on my lips.

Jasper frowned along with me. "Today they're actually noticing you."

"Yeah. That and they wouldn't stop talking about the new girl, who we all know is Bella."

"I think we should confer with the others before we come to any sort of conclusion about what's going on."

I shook my head and stopped in the middle of the hall. The teenagers around me complained noisily, something they hadn't done when I had randomly stopped in the hallway last week. "I'm not eating lunch with you guys. It'd be weird. Besides, Alice hasn't seen my hair yet and I'd rather she didn't until the last possible moment."

Jasper's gaze hovered over my shoulder and he tilted his head as if he were listening to something. I twisted to see what had his attention.

"What are you loo-ah!"

He leaned down and wrapped an arm around my waist and physically picked me up. My feet dangled uselessly as his grip around me tightened. I leaned against his shoulder and grunted as he swiftly weaved in and out of kids towards the lunch room. "Sorry, darlin'. Alice's orders."

"Jasper, put me down! You're hurting my -owww- shoulder," I whined out.

"Just a second, Finley, and you'll be back on your feet."

I wasn't put down till we reached where the rest of the Cullens had congregated outside near the lunchroom doors. The rain had let up and there were no umbrellas in sight. I couldn't hide my hair from Alice.

She gasped at the sight of me, and as Jasper put me down, she lifted a hand to hastily run her fingers through my hair. I slapped her hands away several times but she just kept coming. I let her tackle the mess on my head.

"Who has my pain medication? Jasper's little stunt made my shoulder sore." I rotated said shoulder under Alice's working arms.

Edward slipped a hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a tiny green pill bottle. He tossed it in my direction and I didn't bother trying to catch it. Neither did any one else. It hit Alice's back before falling to the ground. The pills rattled together and it rolled away from us.

"Can't throw, Edward?" I looked at him.

"Don't know how to catch, Finley?" He gazed back at me and arched an eyebrow.

"Touché." I pulled away from Alice and stood back from the Cullen gang. "Listen, I'm not eating lunch with you guys."

"Yes, you are," Alice ordered.

I took a deep breath and forced my hands to stay at my sides so I wouldn't reach up and mess up my hair just to annoy her. "No, I'm not. I didn't eat lunch with you in the book. I'm not even in the book. We cannot mess this up. If Bella sees me with you in there, then there goes the whole story."

Alice made to argue with me, but surprisingly it was was Rosalie who agreed with me. "She's right."

Everyone blinked at her in astonishment. Emmett was the only one who looked on with a proud expression on his face. I brightly grinned at the blond.

"We can't let her eat lunch with us. If we do then she'll just come back again tomorrow and the day after that. It'll be like feeding a stray cat. And eventually more of the humans will begin to eat with us just because she did."

My grin disappeared and I instead glowered.

"Oh, and she'll mess up everything in the story if we let her be seen with us while in the presence of this Swan girl."

"Thanks, Rosalie, I appreciate you sorting that out for us," I mumbled under my breath.

"No problem."

I sighed and looked at the vampires staring back at me. "Look, you need to get in there. Sit at your usual table, act like you normally do, and don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Remember, nobody knows me, 'cause I'm not real since I'm not in the book. I'm just gonna, ya know, hang. Over there."

After pointing somewhere random I wrangled my bag from Jasper, swooped down to pick up the forgotten pill bottle, and went in the opposite direction of where I had stated I would be. I ignored the calls behind me and hurried off as fast as I could. Their voices faded out and I assumed they must have entered the cafeteria to go about their daily lunch routine.

I sat down against the Biology building on the driest spot of walkway I could find. After opening the green bottle in my hand and shaking out a pain pill, I dry swallowed it. I popped the lid back on and shoved it into the pocket of my skin tight jeans. Leaning back against the brick wall, I patted my stomach as it protested to being denied sustenance from the cafeteria.

"Maybe Esme packed me something without me knowing it." I flipped open the flap to my bag and scrounged around inside before coming up with nothing but the leather bound novel. I don't know how it did it, but it stared up at me maliciously. It was being mean to me by taking up space in my bag when the precious room could have gone to a bag of chips or even a can of soda.

"I hate you," I stated as I slapped it onto the concrete next to me and groaned. "I need food. Stupid Bella, stupid Edward, stupid book. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

With each word I knocked my head against the wall behind me harder and harder. The wind slowly picked up and a gust blew through from out of nowhere. Pushing the flyaway hair out of my face, I glanced down to see the cover of the journal had been flicked open and the pages were flipping over and over faster then I could see. They suddenly stopped.

Even with the wind continually blowing my hair all over the place, the pages stuck as if somebody were holding them down. My eyebrows furrowed as I took in the unknown words written across the paper. My mouth dropped open and I scrambled to pick the book up. Whatever spell had been put on the sticky pages disappeared the instant I put my hands on the book. The wind flicked the paper over, my fingers acting as a bookmark while I struggled to open it back up to the right page.

Hunching down over the inky black handwriting, I never even noticed when someone approached from above.

"We have a problem."

I flung my head back to see Alice standing over me.

"Yeah, we do."

She crouched down, amber eyes glued to aquamarine. "I saw you."

I tried to mask the confusion littering my face, but it just wasn't happening. "Huh?"

Alice lowered her voice enough for me to have to lean forward to hear her. "Finley, I saw you."

I bit my lip self-consciously. "That's, uh, good. We have another problem."

"What sort of problem could be as bad as this. Me finally being able to see you isn't a good thing. Something happens between the time you arrive at school tomorrow and the time you go home because I saw-."

I glanced down at the book still sitting in my lap. Her gaze followed my eyes and they widened as they saw the words written across the pages.

"Alice, I'm in freaking the book."

Yeah, we definitely have some major problems.