Hey everyone, sorry about any typos in the last chapter. I know I made one: Edward is supposed to be using his human name, Masen. I accidentally had him introduce himself as a Cullen. And I know Rosalie is a Hale, but I have a theory. That's why I made her a Cullen. If you want to know more about it, I'd happily tell you. I can't think of any other mistakes off the top of my head, but if I made any I'm sorry. Also, I'm basing their schedules off mine from first semester and this semester, as well as my fiancé's from this semester. Forks University or whichever I named it is based off my college. It will have the same layout and all that. If it was a bigger school, I'd just give you the layout, but it's a local community college. So it's kinda small. We don't even have dorms yet. Anyway, I'll stop rambling and let you get on with the story.

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Alice POV

Rosalie and I had gotten out of Psychology early, so we decided to go to our next class early as well. As we passed the woman's bathroom, Rosalie decided she needed to fix her make-up and told me to meet her in class. I had just opened the door to the hallway that lead to class when I saw Bella and Edward. They were standing across the hall from each other, and it seemed they were talking about something. I was getting ready to call out to them when I heard Bella say his name. I was blown away. I stood, frozen, and listened to the rest of the story. I never knew what really happened, she refused to say his name to the cops when she woke up after her injuries caused her to pass out. I couldn't bring myself to say anything until I saw him pull her into a one-armed hug, I drew in breath to speak but lost it when she reached to pull him back as he moved away. It was when he wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into him that I managed to regain my voice, but all I could do was gasp.

Edward looked up at me and moved to let Bella go, but I shook my head. She needed to get it out, she hadn't cried since the funeral. After a few minutes of tears, I decided to talk to Bella about what happened. I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at me, sorrow in her eyes, but the sorrow became fear before she ran down the hall.

"What was that about?" Edward asked me, as we watched Bella's retreating form.

"I'm not really sure. I mean, she never told me what happened but….." I answered him, my confusion mirrored on his face. "Maybe she thinks I'm mad at her?"

"And are you?"

"Of course not. She likes you, I saw it in her eyes when she first saw you. I can't be mad at her, she hasn't had any interest in anything or anyone since the accident. She lost pretty much everything when Cameron died, only one of her friends made any kind of effort. Nikki was Bella's best friend, the only person besides family who made it to Cameron's funeral," I said.

"Why would anyone do that to her? It's absurd! They abandoned her when she needed them the most, what kind of friend does that?" he replied, his anger bubbling over.

"I don't know, I really don't. She was the best friend anyone could ask for. She still wears the engagement ring, only on her right hand rather than her left," my own anger evident in my voice.

"Why does she still wear it?"

I sigh before answering, " She misses him. I think she's scared to let him go. I know that she still has a couple of his shirts and stuff, so she could be worried that she'll forget him."

Just then, I heard Rosalie walk up. Her heals clicking on the floor announced her arrival. Edward and I turned toward her and she saw the tears shimmering in Edward's eyes and the anger in mine.

"What happened?" she asked when she got to us.

"Bella told Edward what happened with Cameron," I told her, the anger fading and being replaced with sadness.

"What? She did what? When she never told us?" Rosalie seemed surprised and upset.

"I don't know what her motive was, but it's about time she said something to someone. I just wish it was me," I replied.

"So, what all did she tell him?" Rose asked me, curiosity in her voice.

"Just about the accident. She didn't say anything about why she moved here or why you, Jasper, and I are the only people she talks to."

"Oh. Well, Edward, do you want to know why she moved? I doubt she'll tell you. The only reason I know is because Alice here told me," Rosalie offered.

"Will she be mad? I really don't want her mad at me. I want to try to be her friend, in the very least," Edward answered, his worry showing through.

"She moved because she couldn't handle the reminders. Every time she turned around, he was there. She started losing her friends after the accident. Bella was in the hospital for almost a week, before she demanded to be let out so she could attend the funeral," I told him, waiting for his reaction before continuing.

"How bad was she hurt?" he asked me, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor.

"She broke three ribs, fractured one of her lumbar vertebrae, broke her arm in three places, ummm…. Oh, she got a compound fracture in her spinal column, I can't remember which part. She also shattered her tibia," I told him, ticking everything off on my fingers.

"No wonder Jasper was so worried about her carrying her books to class," came his muffled reply.

I looked down to see that he had his face buried in his hands. "What do you mean?" I asked him, before sitting beside him.

"He found out what classes she was taking and did a check on her books. When Jasper found out how much they weigh, he started to worry. He never said anything about her being in a car accident, or having been engaged to someone. He would talk about her a lot, but he made it clear that they were just friends. But he never said anything about that. He just told me that she may or may not talk to me, or even look at me. And he warned us both that we should not try to initiate any physical contact with her. But Jasper didn't say anything about her reaction. He just told Emmett and me that we need to try not to touch her. Emmett was confused, you know how he is," Edward answered. He looked up at me before letting me continue, and I saw the tear marks running down his face.

"She's been like that for a few years. We were all astonished the first time we saw Cameron holding her. When she feels trapped, she has panic attacks. She has a hard time working because she gets really nervous around large groups of people. None of us understand it, even though Jasper has done tons of research about it. The only thing we know is that she has some kind of social disorder," I told him.

"And there's something else, you DO NOT say anything about the scars on her arm. Bella hasn't told us, so she probably won't tell you. Just because she told you about the accident doesn't mean she'll tell you why she used to cut herself. Although I'm not sure she ever stopped," Rosalie added in a very threatening tone.

"Ok, I get it. Why are you guys the only people she talks to? Doesn't she have other friends?" Edward asked us.

Fuck!! I'm not sure if Bella will be angry about this or not, but I guess I better tell him. I look at Rose before answering, but she just nodded her head. I sigh before saying, "She doesn't like to talk. She's been mostly closed off since she found out that Cameron died in the accident. Bella telling you what she did about the accident is the most she's said at one time in almost three years. Some of the guys at school would try to talk to her, ask her out, but she just stared at them. She never shows emotion. I'm not entirely sure she still feels anything besides the crushing loneliness. Nothing anyone does or says helps. Her eyes tear up at the smell of lilacs or daffodils or tulips. Bella used to love those, too. She talks to me because I'm her cousin and I practically carried her through the toughest time in her life. She talks to Rose because Rosalie is my best friend. And she talks to Jasper because they became good friends before the accident, also because I'm dating him."

Our conversation was cut short when we saw the time, class had started ten minutes before. We stopped talking and silently agreed to pick up later, possibly during lunch. We found four seats that were grouped together and sat down for class. It wasn't until the instructor dismissed us that we realized Bella never showed up. We agreed to meet in the student union for lunch, then continued on our way. I didn't have any classes with anyone until after lunch. I went through my next two classes on auto-pilot, wondering where Bella had gone to.

BPOV

After I fled the hallway, leaving Alice and Edward to stare after me, I went to find Jasper. I knew he had a break this hour, and we were lucky to have Rhetoric together next hour. I wandered around campus for almost twenty minutes before I found him. He was sitting at a picnic table under a tree, apparently reading one of his textbooks. As I got closer, I recognized his history book and a small smile crept across my face. I decided to try to sneak up on him. I made it a couple more feet before I tripped on a tree root that was sticking a few inches out of the ground. The sounds from my fall got Jasper's attention. He immediately marked his page and jogged over to me.

Leaning down next to me, he asked, "Are you OK?"

I sat back on my knees and took a quick inventory. Other than a sharp pain in my wrist, I felt fine. "Yeah, I think so. I might have sprained my wrist, but I'm pretty sure I'm fine," I answered him.

I heard him sigh before he started helping me gather my books back up. After we got all my books picked up, we both stood and headed back to his bench. Sitting down, Jasper turned to me and asked, "So, why aren't you in class? If I remember correctly, you said that you had this class with Alice and Rosalie."

I smiled a little as his accent came out before replying, "Just some stuff going on, I needed a break from all the people around me."

He nodded in understanding. Although I never told him more than necessary about the accident, he seemed to understand that I needed to forget. He also knew more about the panic attacks than anyone else. Jasper's medical research on it helped him understand the triggers better than even myself. I just knew what caused them and I knew when I needed to get out.

He changed the subject, "How was your first class? I know how much you hate Government."

"It looks like it's going to be tolerable, I have that class with Edward." I answered him, blushing a little when I said Edward's name. I quickly changed the subject, "How did your first class go?"

He noticed and laughed before answering, "Computers is ok. I'm waiting for History, but I don't have that until after our lunch break. What class are you skipping again? I can't seem to remember."

"It's First Aid. I looked through the book, and I think I'll like it. But it's a Monday and Wednesday only class. Do we have any classes together besides Rhetoric? I can't remember if I have Biology with you or Alice."

"I think it's both, because I have Bio with Alice. And I think we might all have the same Philosophy class, which should be interesting to say the least," he paused. "I really am sorry about this morning, by the way. I was really hoping Emmett would remember what I told him last night."

"It's fine, you've told me about him. So, where are you guys staying? Seattle is too far away for you three to be doing that commute every day."

"Oh, we found a place up in Port Angeles. I know it's still a ways away, but it's close enough that it's no big deal."

"Yeah, but at least it's closer than your parents' house."

"That's true," he replied.

"How did your summer go? I was hoping to see you more," I asked him, trying to lengthen the conversation.

"It was alright, I was working a lot to save up so that I wouldn't have to work as much this year. It's easier to concentrate on my studies when I don't have to worry about getting to work on time."

"That's true. I'm thinking about getting a job. I know the vet clinic between here and Port Angeles hires students. And I found out that it would contribute to my residency after I get my degree. It would be less time waiting and more time working," I told him.

"Yeah, I forgot that you're going into veterinary medicine. How is everything working out for you? How's your back doing?" he asked me. I'd forgotten that I told him about the injuries, but I kind of had to since he visited me in the hospital with Alice.

"My back is ok, I still have some problems in my lower back. And my leg still hurts a lot of the time, but I have those freaking metal bars in it. The cold makes it hurt more, so I have to dress warm to help keep the pain away. For the most part, I don't really hurt that much anymore. The doctor wants me to keep taking the Darvocet, but that's not going to happen. I hate it. I've been taking Tylenol more than anything else. Speaking of which, do you have anything to drink? I'm supposed to take them two to three times a day. And since I'll be walking so much more than usual, I should go ahead and take one before the pain starts," I answered him.

"Yeah, just a sec." he reached into his messenger bag to get an unopened bottle of water for me. I take the Tylenol and try to give the bottle back to him. "No, you can keep it. I have a couple more, so I won't need it."

I thank him and put the water beside my books. Just then, Jasper looked at his watch. "Rhet starts in five minutes, so we better go."

I was shocked that time went that fast. I sighed and gathered up my books. I scowled at the weight of them, causing Jasper to laugh. "If they're so heavy, why don't you get a backpack or something?" he asked me.

"I don't have the money. It's just so hard to keep a job anywhere," I quietly answered.

He looked thoughtful as we headed back towards the Clock Tower. When we got to the sidewalk between the tower and Lincoln Hall, he veered off to walk to the Hall.

"Hey, where are you going? We're going to be late!" I asked him, getting concerned about the time.

"Don't worry about it, you just get to class. I'll only be a few minutes late, anyway," he called back, looking over his shoulder.

I giggled again as his accent got a little stronger. It wasn't until it slipped out that I would remember that Jasper spent the first fifteen years of his life in Texas. "Fine, but if you're more than ten minutes late I'm not gonna cover your back."

"That works, now get to class!"

I started laughing in earnest at that point, then started heading to the Clock Tower. I walked up the steps, counting as I went. I sighed heavily as I walked in the door, dreading the writing class. I got to the right room and walked in. After finding two empty seats that were together, I sat at one of the computers. The instructor wasn't in yet, so I decided to check my Myspace, since I hadn't been on it in a couple days. Jasper walked in right as I hit enter to logon. I motioned to the seat next to me and he walked carefully over, hiding something behind his back.

"What are you hiding, Jazzy?" I asked him, wondering what he could be keeping from me and why.

He pulled a black and yellow backpack out from behind him and handed it to me. I took it, looking at him curiously. "It's an early birthday present, I know you don't like gifts but you need a bag for your books. With how much you trip, you need to keep your arms free," he told me, smiling as he said the last comment.

I didn't say anything as I looked the bag over. Jasper was usually a very quiet person and he didn't openly express his emotions, even towards Alice. So the Jaguars bag was a touching gesture. I noticed the cat's head on the front when I looked a little closer at the artwork. "Thanks Jasper, I really do appreciate it."

He just smiled quietly before turning towards his computer. His action reminded me that I had logged onto Myspace. I looked at the friend request alert a moment before clicking on it. I saw the name before I saw the picture. When I realized who it was, I froze. Jasper noticed and looked at the screen before looking at me. The friend request was from Nikki, who I hadn't spoken to in two years. My best friend who I almost refused to stay in contact with after moving. My best friend… who decided it was time to look for me.

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Yes, my school's mascot is a jaguar. Yes, I'm pretty sure the school colors are black and yellow. Yes, I know this is a cliffy. And I apologize to those of you who may think this is short. If you wanna see a pic of Bella's engagement ring, lemme know and I'll try to figure out a way to post it. Reviews are always appreciated!!! If you want a list of their classes, I'll happily give you one.