BTW, i wrote a short one-shot (like two years ago for school) and i changed a couple of things (including names) so its Edward and Bella and its like a cute mini story (i might expand on it, but prob not) but regardless- Check it out pleeeeease! thanks guys:)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight (obv)

BPOV:

"So overall, ladies and gentlemen, what was Shakespeare's main point that he wanted to get across in the story, Romeo & Juliet?" monotonous Mr. Schwartz continued, brushing through the well-worn pages of his copy of the book.

I rubbed my eyes roughly, struggling to wipe the sleep out of them, as Mr. Schwartz droned on and on about the myriad aspects to consider. I swear, one day, I would kill this man, purely out of boredom.

"Sorry… I… sorry…'scuse me…he did…sorry" I turned a 180o in my seat, trying, but to no avail, to see who was causing such a ruckus. Apparently, Mr. Schwartz was rather curious as well, for he had suddenly stopped his inane ramblings about the two star-crossed lovers.

"What's all that noise? Hey, I'm doing you guys a favor here- I could be sleeping right now, in fact, I wish I were!"

"So do I…" I mumbled inaudibly, as Mr. Schwartz continued to blow of steam.

"So if it wouldn't inconvenience you too much, I'd really appreciate if you'd all just SHUT THE HELL UP!" he exploded, his little frame jumping slightly in the air with indignation. I laughed, as I felt the chair on my right suddenly sink down, a sure sign of an occupant.

This was nothing new to me. In fact, usually some random guys, who happened to find me attractive, took up the seats beside me. Yet after creepily staring at them over the duration of the class, the chairs surrounding mine remained vacant after those fateful glares- just, as I preferred them to be.

So when I felt the cheap rubber squeak, I looked up, mentally preparing myself for a glaring contest- when instead of meeting some rugged-looking-brainless-turd, I instead, encountered a pair of deep blue eyes, who I distinctly remembered to be swollen, and bloodshot the last time I saw them.

"Alice?"

Alice looked at me eerily. Something was wrong with her. "You need a friend… I… the blood… I cleaned all the… you… alone… no one… please… You have no… friends…" Alice trailed off, her face completely lacking in the emotion department.

"Alice, are you alright? How do you know I have no friends? And why do you care, anyway?" I frowned at her, trying to figure this girl out, trying desperately to send brainwaves out to her, telling her she shouldn't be my friend. For some strange reason, I cared.

"Can we get out…? I… of here? I really… I really… need to tell you… now. Please? I need to speak- without the ears over there. They're everywhere… I can't. Just come- okay? You have to." Alice stumbled back up, blowing wisps of hair out of her face. "Sorry, 'scuse me… so sorry… so bloody…" Alice sighed again and again, pushing through the people sitting down, who actually gave a crap about what Schwartz, was saying.

Well, I guess that was the difference between them and myself, I thought, as I quietly got up and followed Alice out of the lecture hall, whispering hasty sorry's and excuse me's along the way.

I quickly jogged out of the packed hall, tripping through the door and into the hallway. I looked around, finally spotting Alice, huddled in the corner, sitting on the floor, shaking her head back in forth.

"I know it was an accident. Ok. It was. It just. I try so hard. But it's difficult, you know? I can't always be there… he is so… the blood was everywhere- you know? I just… I just… I can't live like this anymore… He… I… Belle?" She looked up at me, apparently noticing me for the first time.

"Hey Alice, what was so important you couldn't tell me in there?" I gestured with my thumb back towards the now closed doors of the lecture hall. Mentally trying to figure out why the word 'blood' had occurred in her vocabulary so many times.

Alice suddenly shot up, out of her curled position, and grabbed me by my forearms in an iron grip.

"You have to get out… you can't- I can't… I live… five years old and I still remember like it was… today I saw him eating… I… he… won't stop… I… needs to finish off with… Help… please." Alice suddenly stared me straight in the eye, her grip tightening ever so slightly, "Please, Belle, I care. I need… You have to… Help yourself… get… the fuck out of dodge… "

I looked at her in bewilderment. "Alice, you don't seem okay… are you high again? Do you always stumble through sentences like that? I feel like I understand maybe half of what you're saying…" my gaze pierced through her bottomless blue eyes, as I felt the sudden urge to take her out of here, to protect her. "Alice, I'm taking you home with me, okay? C'mon, Ali- can I call you Ali?" I took her by the hand like a small child, mustering up as much gentleness as I could.

"He can't love, Belle. Whatever you may think… I… I thought he was good once, too- Belle, he can't know... if he finds out... That chink in your armor… he will prey on it… you will be destroyed!" Alice cried out suddenly, burying her face into my shirt, clinging onto my hand with her two small ones as though her life depended on it.

"Alice, Alice calm down, calm down. Who's this 'he' you keep rambling about? And what can he not find out about?"

Alice looked at me gravely; her tear-streaked face gazed at me with the utmost pity.

"Alice, what can he not find out about?"

Alice shivered slightly, as if chilled even by the thought.

"Alice! Tell me, what can he not find out about?!"

She looked at me, her lips quivering slightly before uttering five simple words, without a single pause or break.

"That you have a heart."