XVI

'Now you're even more of a social pariah.' Rose comments with a laugh, a spark of amusement reflecting in her bright blue orbs.

I glance around the cafeteria.

She's right, of course.

Everyone is staring.

They aren't angry, just curious.

I hear the words as they fall from parted mouths, whispers that echo, slide along the smooth floor and reverberate from metal doors.

Her father is prosecuting Edward's.

The stares are new, but Rose is astute as always. Social pariahdom is not.

Having a father who aims to take down the rich and wealthy doesn't sit well with the intended. Especially when it's golden boy who is being served up on a platter.

Edward hasn't been to school in 4 days.

I still don't care.