I do not own Twilight

For some strange reason, I'm nervous to talk to Rosalie.

She's always known about Alice, known about our fight, but there's always been a part of me that has been desperate to know who she thinks is in the right. Of course, she has always made me believe it was me, but that's because I am her best friend.

I watch her over my textbook, her eyes glued to the laptop screen in front of her. We're in a subdued portion of the library; I had requested it. She glances over at me and I look away quickly, but she catches my eye. She sighs and leans forward, pulling the book from me.

"Spill it," she orders.

For a moment I act as though I have no idea what she is talking about, but then I feel my body sinking into the chair. This is what I had asked her here for; I needed to speak with her, so there is no point in procrastinating now.

I let out a breath and fold my hands in front of me on the table. Her eyes, almost purple in the underground fluorescents, study me.

"Okay," I start and then stop because really I have no idea how to go about this.

Rose shakes out her blonde hair and leans forward, "So help me, Isabella, if you start shutting down on me…"

I'm already closing my eyes and shaking my head.

"It's about Alice," I warn. I feel like I always have a warning before talking about someone in my past.

She seems a bit surprised, but waves her hand towards me, "Go on."

"I saw her, when I went to visit Charlie. Well, she saw me."

"And?" Cut to the chase, her expression tells me.

"And she called me a bitch and turned away, that was it."

"Did Mike hear?" she asks.

I nod.

"Did you tell him what had happened between the two of you?"

Again, I nod.

"I bet he was a douchebag about it, huh?"

I tuck my lower lip between my teeth. "Actually, he was okay. He didn't really say much afterwards."

I bite my tongue to keep myself from mentioning the question he had asked while I feigned sleep because I know in my heart of hearts that she will demand an answer.

"You told him you and Edward had kinky makeup sex the day afterwards in the backseat of his car?"

I blush at her brazenness and Rosalie smirks.

"Didn't think so," she grins.

"Well why the fuck would I tell him that?" I hiss and she raises an eyebrow.

"I was just joking, Bells. Relax."

Relaxing is hard to do when my mind is in a constant battle with itself. I cross my arms, unappreciative.

"Sorry," she says and this time her voice conveys more contrition.

I take a deep breath and move my crossed arms to the desk, burying my head against the crook of my elbow and try not to think about that night in Edward's car. It burns the back of my mind with a mix of sorrow and lust. I don't think Rosalie understands.

"I don't know what to do," I whine. "I feel like I should try to talk to her, or something."

She was, after all, my best friend in high school—before the fight of course. And there's a small part of me that wants to find out what Jasper had said to Edward that night; ever since Mike had asked, I can't stop mulling over the possibilities.

Rosalie clicks her tongue, a telltale sign that what she is about to say may not be taken lightly.

"Sorry, girl, but it seems like you may have fucked that one up. I would say it's too late, but I don't know this Alice chick. Though it does seem like she stills holds a grudge." Rose presses a manicured nail to her lips in thought. "You could always try to come to some sort of truce with her."

I glance up over the barrier of my arms.

"I don't know," she continues at my tentative expression. "I mean, he's in jail, now. Maybe she'll have a little more remorse if you go to her crying about how she was right or something."

It hurts my stomach that she is probably right, that Alice would talk to me if I crawled back to her, diminishing Edward the entire way. But I think doing just that would hurt my stomach even more.

"Want me to go with you?" Rose offers after a few moments but I shake my head. It's a tempting thought, but I know it would do no good.

"I don't want her to think I've brought backup," I say because, knowing Alice, she would see it as a threat. "She'd kick us out before I even got a chance to shed a tear."

Rosalie shrugs and says, "suit yourself," before going back to her work.

I sit up again, not sure whether I got what I wanted out of this conversation, but I know one thing for sure: I have to speak to Alice.