I do not own Twilight.

"So," Alice says, biting on the end of her straw until I can hear it cracking, "What's up?"

It's such a general question, but I know what she is asking.

I drop my chin into my hand and push the pomegranate smoothie away from me. Suddenly, I've lost my appetite.

"I don't know, Al," I say and then glance up at her quickly to make sure it's still okay to call her that. She doesn't seem to notice. "I just…I don't know."

Her nails strum against the table top. "Why are you visiting him in jail, Bella? I thought you'd moved on."

I don't answer right away because I can't answer.

"Don't you remember when you broke up with him for, like, three days during the summer before college?"

My head snaps up because we weren't even friends at that point...and because of course I remember. How could I not?

She shrugs. "Jas told me."

I let out a breath, glad for the opportunity to change the subject. It's one I had wanted to get on, too, because I don't even know Alice's life anymore.

"How is Jasper?"

Alice smiles a little and I can tell without her having to say anything that they are still together. It makes me happy and makes feel sick at the same time.

"Good," she says. "He's training in Florida right now."

"Training?"

She sends me a look that makes me feel like a horrible person.

"Yeah." She purses her lips. "He's in the minor leagues right now. He's hoping to get drafted."

I try to picture Jasper as I remembered him from high school. Lean, tall, with a hell of a pitching arm and I smile down at the table.

"What about you?" I ask, twirling my finger in some condensation left on the table. Lingos is practically empty, for which I'm grateful. "What happened to New York?"

Alice makes a face. "I tried it. Hated it."

I try to hide the shock from my expression, though inside I'm completely stunned. New York was everything to Alice. She had posters of New York City strewn along the walls of her bedroom.

She shrugs off any further questions and takes a sip of her smoothie. It's white; vanilla-bean flavored, just like she used to get every Friday afternoon. We'd walk here after school and spend hours gossiping about anything and everything. Mostly Jasper. And Edward.

"Community isn't so bad," she says and then waves her hand towards me. "What about you? You still at U-Dub?"

I nod and take a sip of my own smoothie so that I don't have to talk. I don't want to talk about U-Dub or New York or Community College. I don't want to talk about anything that reminds me I haven't seen Alice in nearly three years.

"Lit?" she asks. "Or did your mom switch your degree over to law in the middle of the night?"

The smirk on her face is infectious. She always knew how my mother was, because Alice's mom wasn't like her. Alice could do anything she wanted, be anything she wanted, as long as she came home at night.

I was lucky to be allowed out on the weekends.

"English lit," I say. "She did throw a few psych pamphlets at me. I think she thinks I'm wasting my time."

Alice giggles. "Aren't we all?" she asks and then grins at me over her cup.

I smile, thinking that we could be okay, and then she crosses her arms on top of the table and sends me a knowing look, and my smile slips.

"Really," she says, "what are you doing Bella?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, but my voice is too innocent for genuine naivety and she knows that. She lifts an eyebrow.

"First you call me to pick you up from jail, and then I show up and you barely talk on the ride here, and now this?" She lifts her hand, showing me the back of her wrist and I immediately move mine beneath the table. In this strange reunion, I'd forgotten the past hour.

"Really, Bella," she repeats. "What the fuck are you doing?"