Wow. I'm on a fanfic marathon. I've posted three chapters in one day. So review, review, REVIEW! Let's try making it to two hundred, shall we? Anyway, this is Edward's point of view. Thought I should have one for a change, just to sweeten up the deal a little. And this chapter is a tad messy, on account of the bold and italics.

Edward...

When I finally stumbled into Government five minutes late, I could feel the eyes of the teacher and the students on me. I ignored them, walking to my seat with a tiny nod to the teacher. Something in my expression stopped him from probing.

I slumped on my seat, slamming my bag onto the table. How could Marie do this? She knew the guy for all of a day and she was holding his hand! I tried to push away the jealousy bubbling in my stomach. It would not help if I hit something, and that was bound to be someone's nose.

Jacob Black, of all people. I knew the guy by reputation. Apparently he was a joker, a reckless type of character. I couldn't see how he fit with Marie. She was too outspoken, too witty. She needed someone serious to bring her back to earth, like a string on a kite.

When I saw her and Jacob in her truck, staring at each other…the resentment was unexpected. I had never felt this way before, so it wasn't surprising that I couldn't really control it. Jacob must've caught the expression on my face before I composed myself. I really did not like this guy.

He was wrong for Marie, all wrong! But then of course I would say that. There wasn't anything else I could say. This feeling with Marie was like no other that I had felt before, not even with all the countless girls throwing themselves at me, something which I had not even noticed until Alice brought it up. I was embarrassingly confused. I had thought every girl flirted like that. Even Alice flirted like that, except it was exclusively for Jasper.

I could feel Alice nudging me from her seat next to me. Speak of the devil and the devil shall-not exactly come, but appear mysteriously to attract attention. I sighed. Alice was such an idiot; sometimes all I want to do is sock her in her perfectly lipstick-ed mouth. Was there even such a word as lipstick-ed?

"What?" I hissed as a particularly painful jab made home in one of my ribs. I thought I heard a cracking sound. Ouch.

Alice scribbled something on a piece of paper and shoved it at me. I sighed, taking it and reading quickly. Dang. Her handwriting was nicer than mine. Rounded and perfectly curved. It reminded me of ancient handwriting competitions between me, Alice and Bella, where we would compete to see whose writing was the nicest. Of course, Alice always won. Her cursive handwriting, even then as a seven-year-old, was perfect compared to Bella's messy scrawl or my cursive, only thicker and bolder. I always put unnecessary strain on my stationary. I grimaced.

What's up with you? You look like you just ate a sock.

I scowled, writing quickly. Eating a sock was a term for someone ANGRY. I wasn't angry. Just jealous, repulsed and yeah, a little sick. (The princess diaries, anyone?)

What's it to you? Not like you ever bothered with my personal life.

Alice glowered at me hotly. It reminded me of the phrase, if looks could kill.

I do so bother. You're my brother, Edward. Duh, I care. Probably more than you think.

Yeah, right.

I do! What about that time I gave you a makeover to impress that girl? Jane, was it?

I gritted my teeth. Trust Alice to remember that. It was the most painful incident of my LIFE.

It was Jennifer, Alice. And she went back to France two days after that.

Yeah, whatever. It still counts.

That's not helpful. That falls more under the lines of sabotage. She hated me even more when she saw me.

I'm not surprised. She's not the only one that feels that way. Did I mention that I hate you, Edward Cullen? Yes, I suppose I did.

I love you too. Is there another reason for you to be harassing me?

Yep. Why do you look so upset?

I deliberated for a moment. Should I tell Alice? She might tell everyone she knew, which extended to the whole school, but then again, she might help. She was a female, after all, and she had experience with this kind of stuff. I shuddered as an unwanted image of her and Jasper popped into my mind.

I sighed. Might as well tell her. As far as I could remember, she had never spilled a secret before.

Nosy, as usual. It's Marie.

Even glaring at the table I could feel her grin widely. I imagine she would've started dancing if Mr Jefferson wasn't there. Smug superiority was radiating from every inch of her body. Why Jasper loved this diabolical, scheming pixie was beyond me. I would've gotten infuriated. As it was, I was already angry at her enthusiasm, and I wasn't the one who was her boyfriend.

I knew it, I knew it! You like her!

Uh…huh.

Hah! I so knew it!

Enough gloating at my expense already. Help me here!

Oh. I suppose you saw her just now, then?

You mean her holding hands or her making out? With the new guy, I might add.

You've got it wrong, you know. She wasn't holding his hand, she was pulling him forward and I guess she sort of forgot she was holding his hand. And they weren't making out.

You don't know that.

Alice was even more smug, if that were even possible. The urge to hit some part of her milky white body was growing by the second.

Actually, I do. I was watching the whole episode. I think they were arguing. I do know that Marie was ditching, and Jacob followed her.

Uh huh. So they ditched together…in Marie's truck. Such a coincidence.

You're wrong about her, Edward. She doesn't like him, not in that way. I can tell by the way she looks at him. There isn't anything romantic about it, not at all. Trust me. I'm experienced in this type of area, and you're definitely not.

The way you say 'she looks at him' makes it sound so un-romantic.

Alice sighed, exasperated now. Good.

Why are you always so cryptic, Edward?

I believe it's called sarcasm.

I can tell you how to get close to her, you know.

When she shoved the paper at me, I took one glance and slid it right back. I looked at her meaningfully. I was speechless...not really, actually, but I had nothing to say to that. After all, Alice was a girl, and I was so not. Thank god for that.

You know, I could stop advising you and leave you to the wrath of Rosalie.

I groaned. Trust Alice to hit below the belt.

Anything but the Rose-meister! What happened to all that brotherly love?

Gone with the wind.

Who's being cryptic now?

That isn't being cryptic. That's quotation from a old musical.

Gone with the wind is old?

To me, yes.

So tell me, Alice. What is new to you, exactly? Justcurious.

Let's see. The latest it bag, fresh off the runway. Or maybe those Christian Dior heels. The black-and-white ones. They're gorgeous.

You know, Emmett was going to give you a pair of secondhand heels from Port Angeles.

What?!

And if I'm not wrong, Rose was going to give you a vintage dress. Very poofy, very bright. And I believe there are tassels at the hem.

I'm going to kill Rosalie!

I would help, but Emmett would wreck my car. Anyway, back to what we were discussing before this conversation.

Brotherly love?

No, the advice.

Ah, that. Don't play heavy. Be friends with her. Best friends, even. Though Black might dominate that position. I think you'll have competition, Edward. Jacob Black is interested in Marie, I think.

Great. Now I feel so much better. Oh, and Alice, since you were watching the happy couple, who was that guy about to talk to me before they dragged him off?

I wrinkled my brows while waiting for Alice to scribble an answer. The way they had yanked him off scene was disturbing. Like he was about to tell me something I didn't know. It was uneasy. Somehow, I got the vague sense that both Marie and Jacob were in on it.

That would be Embry. He's from the reservation too.

Jeez, Alice, do you know everybody?

Pretty much.

Wow. I'm so honored to have an evil, popular, all-knowing pixie as my sister. Did I mention said pixie was little?

Shut up Edward.

She glared at me, really pissed now. I returned the look with interest, guilt tugging the corners of my guts. I took the slip of paper carefully, not sure what she might do.

Alice?

What?

Great. Now she was short-tempered.

Thanks.

Alice smiled at me, her anger vanishing on the spot.

Oh yeah, oh yeah. This chapter is my best, in my opinion anyway. Review, please?