Hey all! As promised, this chapter has a fun amount of drama. Can we say drama-rama, or is that way 2008? Anywho, hope you all enjoy it!

Chapppie 10: Mysteries and slaps
Song: When it Rains by Paramore. I know this is the second Paramore song, but I looooove them!

BPOV

It was just Emmett and I by now, doing some lovely brother/sister bonding. After Edward angrily slumped out of the room due to my deafening laughter, Jasper left to be with Alice and it was me and Emmett alone, as I had planned before.

We didn't need to be talking; sharing our silence together was how it worked for us. Emmett was paging through a new edition of Playboy, boyishly grinning at the centerfold he now pulled out. I was lying on his bed, my head hanging off the end, staring up at the ceiling while throwing a ball up in the air and catching it.

I could hear Emmett restlessly shifting; some thought on his mind he was trying to make sense of. No doubt he'd be asking me in a second if I thought he was gay. My dear ol' brother.

"Bella, do I come off as gay?" Ah, sweet success. I now consider my life accomplished.

"Emmett, you're much too manly to be gay," I said flatly, throwing the ball a little higher until it came down with a thud as it hit the ceiling.

Emmett grunted in relief and continued to stare at boobies and lace lingerie, furthering his IQ to nothing.

"Emmett," I started with caution, releasing the ball from my hand and staring at the ceiling.

"Yea Bells?" he asked curiously, putting the magazine down next to him and smiling. Gotta love those perverts!

"What do you think of Edward?" I shifted onto my belly and watched him curiously as he thought it over. He tilted his head to the side, thinking intently, and then smiled.

"He's a good guy. Nice, smart, strong, manly. No doubt you girls ogle over him and think he's nothing short of a god, but he's a keeper. I approve."

"Oh no, I wasn't asking your permission, I don't even," Emmett cut me off.

"Bella, please. I can see it in your eyes, I'm your brother, and I know you. You like him, I'm sure of it."

I looked at the ground, running my hand over the floor, tracing circular patterns with my finger, my eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

"He's my roommate and troop mate. If it doesn't work out it could be terrible," I was whispering by now, glancing up at Emmett's silent face every now and then.

He was as quiet as I was, staring at the ceiling behind me. I knew he had some long speech planned out in his head, but I also knew he wasn't going to say it. Emmett's long speeches, believe it or not, could be the most profound thing since Martin Luther King Jr. Too bad he always forgot them minutes after making them up. If he didn't have such a short attention span, he'd be the best student at the academy.

"Who cares?" I looked at him in confusion, trailing a hand through my hair.

"Who cares if it ends terribly? Are you really going to be that girl that makes all her decisions based on how they will affect her in the long run? Honestly Bells, that's crap and you know it. Who gives a shit about what's going to happen tomorrow? If today's your last day do you want to remember it as a planned failure, or an unplanned success?"

Damn, that shit was deep. Maybe playboy is good for him.

"I know," I whispered in defeat, slumping my shoulders, "but my feelings are only half of the story. It takes two to tango."

"Why are we talking about dancing? I thought this was about you and Edward?"

And Emmett was back.

EPOV

The trail behind the school, leading into the woods and deeper to a small pond in the center, was the perfect place to think. The serene environment and tranquil chirps from random birds put me at ease, letting me soak in the sun and let it all out.

First, I had almost kissed Bella Swan. The Bella Swan who I had the nagging suspicion that I was in love with, even if I've only known her a couple of months. The Bella Swan, who as close as we could ever be would always remain an unsolved mystery. The Bella Swan with her long brown curls, deep chocolate eyes, reddened cheeks, sweet smile, small frame, beautiful everything; an angel in her very essence. This girl who had gotten me so confused and frazzled in the past month, yet I still knew nothing about her.

Yes, I knew the basic facts. Hair color, eye color, age, height, even her favorite book. But there were other things that needed to be answered, things like her favorite color or song, her fears, her deepest inner desire, what made her tick, what made her happy? All these things unanswered, all these questions left. I'd never experienced it before, usually I could just find out from their mind. It was their innermost self, the one that couldn't fake it or anything, a part of them selves more real then themselves. And I couldn't read her.

Did she like me? That was the question tugging at the corner of my brain, knotting my stomach tightly, groping my heart with ferocious strength.

I just needed to relax, be free from all of this. It was better if we were just friends, troop mates; nothing more. Being together could end in disaster, but it could also result in pure bliss.

I shoved my hands into my pocket and grunted in defeat, perhaps I could just sulk in misery as I watched Bella dance around other men, knowing she would never be mine.

BPOV

I knew what I had to do, or at least, what I wanted to do. I had it all planned out in my head: I'd march straight into my room, plant my mouth on Edward's, and reveal all my feelings to him.

The plain was fail proof, except for one small variable: Zeno. He was my boyfriend after all. I couldn't just leave him hanging like this, it was unfair to him. I just didn't want to hurt him, I couldn't hurt him. I knew inside that part of me still had feelings for him, but those feelings were being covered by my overwhelming infatuation for a certain Edward Cullen.

I walked silently through the corridors of the school, running my hand along the walls, humming softly to myself. Tuneless melodies and wordless lyrics were what ruled my life now. Contradictions and confusions were all I saw; I loved one but had to have another; would I ever be happy with what I have?

"Bella," a growl from behind me made me stop dead in my tracks. I gulped air too big for my throat down, wincing at the pain. I hated confrontation; I was hoping to prolong it until it solved itself somehow.

"Zeno," I whispered, staring at my feet, shaking slightly.

"Is it true?" his voice was cold, like nails on a chalkboard. It frightened me, this anger that I had never witnessed before.

"What?" I asked, confused and scared, holding my arms tightly to my chest.

"Is it true that you kissed him?" His voice was loud, it was impossible for the whole school not to have heard him. I was shaking so hard now I had to steady myself against the wall, risking a glance up at him.

His hair was in a messy disarray on his head, his eyes blazing with fire and his fists clenched together, white as snow.

"I didn't." But I wanted to.

"Bella, do you have feelings for this boy?" His voice was harsh at the last word, spitting it out like it was some repulsive sour rotten milk.

"No," Lie, it was all lies. I didn't kiss him, but I desperately wanted to. I didn't have just feelings for him; I loved him so much it scared me. A 15 year old should not be dealing with these things.

"Bella, don't lie to me," he gripped my arms tightly, turning me to face him straight on, glaring at me from inches away.

"Zeno," I struggled under his hard grip, his eyes boring into my soul, "please, you're hurting me."

"Do you have feelings for him?" He was screaming by now, an infuriating look on his face. I couldn't help it; I broke down, sobbing loudly in his arms.

"I'm sorry," Clichés are all I know, and they're all I can give.

"Do not say you're sorry, don't apologize to me. It's worthless, you don't even mean it," He was shaking me, his eyes on fire now, blazing hot, his hands clasping tighter around my arms.

"You're not sorry and I know it! From the minute he set foot on this campus you've been after him. Hopelessly, it's pathetic," he spit it out, scolding me, "what's going to happen when you get him Bella? Huh? Who are you going to run after next Bella, who? You will never be happy with what you have!" He pushed me onto the ground now, bending over me, hate buried in the fire.

"So what now Bella? Take him and leave him after. You hurt everyone and everything. God, it's Devon all over again!"

"DON"T SAY THAT!" I was creaming now, my tears turning into fury, my guilt turning into hate, "you have no idea what happened with Devon, none at all. Don't you bring him into this Zeno."

"Oh please, like I don't know what happened? The whole school knows what happened. The love and the dating, then the breakup, then the fight, and lastly of course, the death."

I was shaking furiously now, my stomach twisted into a horrible knot and my throat feeling like it was now home to a fifty pound rock.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. You don't know what really happened that night." I spoke through gritted teeth, my glare more then just challenging, it was threatening.

"Oh really now? How I don't know about the threats, the fights, and finally how you killed him?"

"I didn't kill him," I whispered, tears involuntarily leaping from my eyes.

"Really Bella? Don't deny it, you killed him. You left him when the better offer came about, and when you were done with that you decided you wanted him again. And then what? He refused you? You got a little mad at the rejection and decided to take it out on him with your daggers. Where are your daggers now Bella?"

I slapped him with all my force that I could muster up, grinding my teeth. He glared at me, his face reddening from the impact of my hand to his cheek. I could feel his energy levels rising, he wanted a fight. I could feel his fifty other Zeno's twisting and turning inside him, yearning to be freed. I wouldn't let them; I denied them the pleasure of beating me.

His eyes blazed, "you use your power, and I use mine"

Bum bum bum! Oh nos! A fight! Next chapter we find out Bella's power. Guess in the reviews what her power is and if you're right I will mentally hug you. I hear my mental hugs are pretty awesome! Review!
-Cole