I do not own Twilight.

Quick flashback :)

Junior year, high school: October

"So?!"

"So, what?" I ask, squinting out down the road. I pray for the arrival of the school bus, just so Alice's questions will be cut short.

Alice scoffs from beside me and swings her waist around, both her hands gripping onto the strap of her oversized purse she uses instead of a backpack like normal high schoolers. But Alice isn't normal; I've realized this in the four months I've known her. We became fast friends, so I guess that says something about me, too.

Alice scoffs as though I have personally offended her.

"Don't pretend I didn't see you and him together at Mike's 'School's-a-Quarter-of-the-Way-Through-Let's-All-Get-Wasted Fest'!"

I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything.

Alice stomps one foot, which is pretty childish for a sixteen-year-old in Junior year, but then again, she doesn't look like a sixteen-year-old at all.

"Bella Swan," she pouts, as though my name in that tone is going to make me crack. And it does. A little.

She squeals when I tilt my eyebrows shyly.

"What was it like?" she gushes, clasping her hands together in front of her. "I told you he doesn't do PDA and there he was, pushing you into a corner at Mike's party, practically sucking your face off!" Her voice is shrill towards the end, her smile wide. "He must like you, like, like-like you! I can't believe it! Little Edward has a crush on little Bella!"

I bite my lip to keep from smiling, but I can already feel the blush dabbing along my cheeks.

"It wasn't like that," I start to defend myself, but she's still grinning from ear to ear. "All we did was kiss. It wasn't—"

"With tongue?" she interrupts and, instead of answering, I turn on my heel and stare back down the road into the bright sun. It's supposed to be a nice day. Alice has told me that days like this are rare, but the heat—

Alice's squeal interrupts my procrastinating thoughts.

"I knew it," she boasts. She doesn't say anything else, but her smirk is enough.

But now I can't stop thinking about that party and that corner and his hands and his warm breath and his mouth, hot and sweet and rum-infused as he backed me up against the wall that split the staircase from the dining room.

And about how firm and soft and warm his hands were as they slid just beneath the blouse I was wearing, cementing his touch to my waist.

And about how I was wondering how many times he had done this before since the brim of his baseball cap never once smashed against my forehead or eye.

And about how as soon as his lips were on mine, parting slightly to take my bottom lip into his mouth, all thoughts of other girls and other parties slipped away until there was just me, and him.

And then about how Alice had seen even though I had thought we were tucked away from the party far enough that nobody would.

I blink over at her and she's side-eyeing me with a hidden smile.

"How did you see us?" I ask, and the smile lifts even higher, giving her dimples.

"I was peeking around the corner to see what he was planning on doing with you," she giggles and then covers her mouth at my look of shock. "Jas pulled me away before I could see anything really good, though." The fact she sounds disappointed doesn't surprise me.

"So," she asks after a few seconds. "Did anything really good happen?"

I groan, but the yellow contraption with black lettering across the front is pulling up to our stop. Alice whines with disappointment and I shoot her a wry grin. The interrogation is over.

For now.