A/N: So yeah, I did a little perspective switching for the infamous parking lot scene, and I hope it cleans up the background action a little more, and expand on Bella's ability. Enjoy!

Bella

For the first time, I make it out to the parking lot before any of my siblings. Edward makes his way out, eyes intent on Beau's car. God, what has he done?

"Well?" I ask as soon as Edward's close enough to talk to.

"It was… fine," Edward says, though his face tells an entirely different story.

"God, what did you say? Can I never talk to him again?" I groan. Edward frowns at me, pulling his key from his pocket.

"You've got quite an attachment to him," Edward says, like he's being discreet. I roll my eyes; of course, he hadn't noticed.

"Sure," I say, crossing my arms.

"You've never taken a shine to anyone else like this before," he tells me.

"He's gay, Eddie-boy," I tell him. I wish I could've taken a picture of his face, the look of perfect shock for a single moment before he schools his expression.

"Yes, of course," he says primly. "I knew."

"You don't have a problem with it do you?" I ask, fighting back a smile. Suddenly, two heavy hands settle on my shoulders, pushing gently. Emmett.

"Hey, kiddo," he says. "Come on, there's a hockey game I want to catch tonight."

"You guys talked in Spanish?" I ask. Rosalie makes her way through the parking lot, strutting like a model. Emmett, along with almost every human male around, watches her. I never used to compare myself to her, but now, as a junior, I can't help myself. In fact, I'm almost at the age she was when she turned.

"Well?" she says anxiously, taking one of my hands. Edward shifts his head ever so slightly, gesturing to where Beau was climbing into his truck. Rosalie's lips purse and she nods, ever so slightly.

"Switch classes," she says.

"I've already tired," Edward says, sliding into the driver's seat of his car. Alice and Jasper are the lasts to come up. Jasper looks at us, focusing, and instantly, Rosalie relaxes. I pretend to tip my hat at him.

"Why don't we discuss this at home," Alice says, gracefully climbing into the passenger of Jasper's car. I follow, sliding into the backseat. Edward pulls out first, and I can't help but watch Beau's truck as he makes his way into the flow of traffic, albeit a little jerkily.

Of course, there's no real discussion when we get home, not with me anyways. The first thing Edward does is make his way to Carlisle's office, to wait, I suppose. Alice shakes her head at me, eyes still unfocused. Clearly, she was lost in various possible futures.

I huff out a sigh, settling at our unused dining table to work on homework. Most of the furniture in the house was for me, considering my family didn't use most of it. The kitchen was pretty much my domain.

Eventually, I got bored, scrolling through my phone. Jessica had posted a snapchat story of Beau, holding up a binder to shield himself from the onslaught of snowballs Mike was throwing. I chuckle at the uncomfortable grimace on his face. He was trying, at least, to fit in with us. I resolve to make it easier for him as much as I can.

The next day, my siblings are in higher spirits, or at least, Edward is. Alice is strange, forlorn in a way. Jasper focuses on her, trying to parse together her mood. There's something no one's telling me. I know for a fact that they all talked last night, just as I was falling asleep. I could hear the voices, too low for me to parse out the words. Clearly, it had been an argument.

As soon as we stop, I tell my siblings I'll see them later, heading over to where my friends are congregated around Mike's car.

"Hey!" I say, a little breathless from the cold. The temperature had dropped several degrees last night, and now all the snow that had melted had refrozen, turning Forks into one giant ice rink.

"Hi," Jess greets me, linking my arm through hers. "Okay, so listen, they just announced the prom theme! It's 'Starry Night'. Isn't that so romantic?"

"Yeah," I say, grinning. Honestly, it sounds more cheesy than anything else, but I'm excited. Prom was supposed to be a hundred times better than homecoming, which the sophomore class cabinet threw. This year, they'd made it a Halloween party, and pretty much every girl in our school had revolted, hating the idea that they had to ditch their pre-bought party dresses for school appropriate Halloween costumes.

"Well, I think it's lame," Mike decides, hands on his hips. "Me and Eric are going to get a few of the guys, make it stag night."

"What, show up in one big guy group?" Angela teases. Jess and I crack up, watching Mike sputter.

"No! Like stay home and play video games!" he justifies. None of us girls stop giggling. Just then, we hear the thunderous sound of Beau's truck roaring into the school parking lot.

"Yo, I bet Beau will want to join your lame little video game party," I tease through giggles. Mike looks indignant, but nods.

"Yeah, I bet he will," he announces. "I'm going to go ask him."

Then, everything seems to happen in slow motion.

One: Beau gets out of his car.

Two: Tyler Crowly's van comes careening through the parking lot, headed straight for him.

Three: Beau realizes what's happening just a split-second before it does.

Four: I suck in a breath, horror struck at the prospect of my friend getting hurt, but I'm rooted to the spot. Even Mike is frozen mid-step, watching with his mouth hanging pathetically open.

Five: Edward, my brother Edward Cullen, eternal misanthrope, crouches between Beau and the van, saving his life in the process.

There's a moment where no one moves, unsure of what happened. I know, though, and judging from the looks my siblings are sporting, they know too.

My stupid, foolish brother just risked exposure for Beau. To save his life. I just hope Edward understands the implications of his actions.

Time seems to restart and everyone in the parking lot hurry to surround the accident sight. Beau's huddled against the hull of his truck, staring up at my brother in abject astonishment. Edward looks frozen, statuesque in the worst way. Move, I silently beg him. Of all the times I wished he could read my mind.

"Someone call 911!" somebody shrieks. It's just the catalyst we needed, because next thing you know, all hell breaks loose and the parking lot is sheer pandemonium. People shove and push to try and get to the boys, each convinced they'll be a hero. My siblings stand off the side, frozen.

I shut my eyes, willing my power to rise up. Technically, I'm not supposed to use my powers outside of the house, and never on other people, but circumstance demands it.

"Hey, let's back up," I say as loudly as I can. "Let's give them some space."

Just like that, people disperse, going back to huddle around their own cars in clumps of two's and three's. Sirens fill the air and an ambulance take center stage. EMT's rush out, armed with first aid supplies.

Across, the way, I see Rosalie beckoning me over, anxiety clear on her face, but I shake my head, going over to stand next to Angela and Jess.

"Crazy," I mutter, suddenly exhausted.

"That was insane!" Jess gushes. "Edward totally saved him! How'd he get over there so fast?"

I will my power up again, fighting against the strain, and cock my head, looking Jess straight in the eye.

"What are you talking about?" I say. "Edward was right there. He was coming over to talk to me."

"Oh," Jess says, voice dreamy, eyes glazing over. "Yeah, totally."

"What?" Angela says. "But I saw him—"

"Right near me," I tell her, fixing her with a particularly strong dose of my power. All her muscles relax and she nods, sighing softly.

I fumble for purchase, leaning against Angela's beat up Toyota. Apparently, I'm going to have to spend all day cleaning up Edward's mess for him. I watch as they pull Tyler out of his van, loading him onto a stretcher. There's a cut on his forehead, so I can't help but look to Jasper. He's caught sight of the blood, but thankfully, the wind's blowing in the opposite direction. Still, Emmett lays a heavy hand on his shoulder.

I can see Beau being ushered towards the ambulance, one of the EMT's securing a brace around his neck. I grimace in sympathy; I'd totally die of embarrassment if that was me. Edward lurks around, keeping a vigilant eye on Beau. Even from here, I can sense Rosalie's murderous rage. Edward will be lucky to escape this with all his limbs intact.

While everyone watches the three of them—Beau, Tyler, and my own idiotic brother—I muster my power up again. It hurts, a dull ache in the pit of my stomach, but I can't stop now. I need to put everything right, make the story plausible, then feed the lie to everyone I know.

Just then, a police car roars into parking lot, skidding to an abrupt stop just by the ambulance. Beau's expression drops as Chief Swan rushes out, hurrying towards his son. I watch as Beau argues with his dad, insisting he's fine.

We watch, my friends and I, as the ambulance rolls out, the police car right behind it, sirens blaring. There's a small crowd around me now, about twenty people. I suck in a breath and fight down a wince. This is going to hurt like a bitch.

"Let's go class," I say, pouring power into the words. "We don't want to be late." My voice carries, and pretty much the whole parking lot troops inside. Everyone, that is, except my siblings. Rosalie commandeers Edwards's car for herself and zips off.

A/N: See you guys next week!