Author's Note: February 5, 2009. Meh. Cookie to whoever knows who sang this song without looking it up. And also what lyrics related it to this chapter. You can look that up though.

Movement Two: The Underdog

Bella pretended that she couldn't hear the various shrieks of laughter and amusement from the rooms, the recent events still running through her mind. However, she could feel a few pairs of eyes follow her from the doorways. She wondered if they just knew by instinct.

How can everyone know each other? She sighed, exasperated, looking at the small handwritten map she was given. It was almost illegible. Following the curved line, she stopped in front of a plain door. She knocked timidly, and was met with the gaze of two butterscotch eyes.

They narrowed into a glare, and the rest of the door opened to reveal the most beautiful woman Bella had ever seen. She was blond, and built like a model. Tall, statuesque, and staring at Bella like a bug on the bottom of her shoe. The blond was quickly pushed away by two pale arms.

The blond looked down at the newly revealed girl. "Alice," She said, her voice slightly dark. "Who is this?"

Alice was maybe the blond's opposite. She was tiny, barely coming to Bella's nose. Her hair was black and short, cut to resemble a faerie or some other type of mythical creature. Bella had never been good in mythology. It was pulled back into two tiny pigtails.

The blond was ignored. "Finally!" the tiny girl exclaimed, making Bella jump backwards and trip over her suitcase. Alice grabbed her hands before she could topple over and giggled.

"Sorry," she laughed, "My name is Alice, and this is my sister Rose."

"Rosalie." The blond corrected with a glare at both of them. She stalked through the door with a huff.

"Uh, you must be my room mate then. My name is Bella Swan." Bella held her hand out to shake, deciding to pretend the previous had never happened. Instead, she was pulled into a tight hug. Alice was cold, and rock hard.

For someone so small, she was also strangely strong. She was pulled quickly into the room, and Alice dragged in both the suitcase and the guitar case she had dropped in her tumble. Bella took a moment to look around.

The room was small, with plain grey walls. Bella smiled to see the music stand they had put into the corner, as well as the childish bunk-bed pressed against the wall. There was a desk in there, as well as two dressers. Overall, with hardwood floors and plain walls, the room just felt cold. She shivered slightly and pulled her suitcase over to the dresser.

She started to unpack, placing her various items into the drawers.

"Which bunk?" Alice called over from her dresser. Bella shrugged, "Bottom?" She phrased it as a question. She knew she probably should take the bottom, considering her luck with bunk beds in the past. Silently, she hoped Alice was a top bunk kind of person. Alice threw a blanket up to the top and danced over to where Bella was unpacking.

Her nose wrinkled slightly at Bella's plain wardrobe folded neatly inside, but she refrained from commenting.

Alice was planning. She tended to do that, and always liked to be prepared. Right then however, she was planning what she felt was the most important plan of her life. And it all started with one simple question.

"Would you like to eat dinner with us?" Asked Alice, breaking Bella from her thoughts. She shook her head slightly to clear it.

"Us?" Bella asked quietly. It would be nice to sit with a group of people, but she wouldn't like sitting by a group of shallow, annoying, giggling girls either. Not that she expected Alice's friends to be like this, but there was always the chance.

"My family and I." Alice specified.

"Oh, well..." Bella considered her other options. She had originally planned to eat outside by herself, but this was providing an offer too tempting to resist. Bella hadn't wanted to be caught up in the fight to find a place to fit in this large camp. Alice was giving her an easy out, a group of people who knew each other, and who were easily accessible. And if they were anything like Alice, they were sure to be interesting at least. She could see intelligence dance in the girl's eyes, and she hoped that her family was somewhat like her. Bella pushed away the original plan in favor of this one. It seemed she would try to make friends after all.

"Great!" exclaimed Alice, quickly looking up to the open doorway, and the figure now blocking it off.

"What's great Alice?" Asked Rose, Rosalie, suspiciously.

"Bella is going to eat with us tonight at dinner." she chirped, despite the fact that Bella hadn't even voiced her decision out-loud.

Bella flinched as the blond haired beauty gave her another considering once over. Finally, as if seeing that she posed no threat, she walked into the room and sat down in the chair.

Rosalie glared at Alice while Bella's back was turned. She wondered why Alice was bothering in interacting with this...human. Alice gave a shrug and held out five fingers. She then lifted another finger on the other hand and held it up next to the others. Rose's eyes widened and she looked again at the human, who was humming as she unpacked what looked like a full case of books and CD's. Compared to herself, the girl was small and plain. But she could see the beauty in her features. Bella's brown hair was straight and shiny as it hung to her shoulders naturally. Her lips were also naturally red, a characteristic Rosalie envied. Without blood, she had to turn to makeup to possess the kissable look that this girl had without even trying. Bella's brown eyes were nothing short of expressive, but completely and entirely human. This exasperated Rose. How could Alice see anything in this normal human girl?

And now, Alice was dragging this human into the lions' den. One human and five vampires, she laughed at the thought. She hoped that her sister was right, and that this human girl would last the night. You'll never catch me betting against Alice, she thought and shook her head.

Up two flights of stairs and nearly exactly above them, Edward Cullen was pacing and driving the occupants of the room crazy. Emmett's eyes followed his trail across the room, back and forth, back and forth. Jasper was reading a novel, trying to ignore the feelings of nearly a thousand teenagers and one very aggravated vampire. Finally, after a large wave of regret and then blood lust clouded his mind, he sent a shock wave of calm through the immediate area. Breathing heavily, he lightly hopped down from his perch in the top bunk, and flinched at the thuds down the hall as numerous humans immediately fell asleep.

Edward glared at him as he approached, his pacing ceased for the moment. "Dude, what's your problem Jazz." Emmett's normally booming voice was lazy, and he leaned back on the seat. Jasper whirled to give him a scathing look. "Look Emmett, first you send me a smudge of confusion, then contemplation, then good god, a gigantic cloud of lust. Trust me right now, stop on that train of thought you're on. Because I will kill you for it, even if I don't know what exactly you're thinking.

"I do," Muttered Edward grumpily, resuming his previous occupation. Jasper moved inhumanly fast in front of him.

"And You." He said venomously. "Jesus Christ, get a hold of yourself." His normal southern accent was much thicker while he was angry, and Emmett snickered. Jasper chose to ignore this too. "What has gotten you all hot and bothered?"

Edward ran his hand through his hair, then stared gloomily at the floor. Millions of answers flew through his head, mingling with the thoughts of all of the occupants of the building.

There's this girl and I can't read her mind.

There's this girl, and her blood is more attractive than any I've smelt before.

There's this girl, and she's more beautiful than any vampire I've seen yet. Have I added that she's human?

God, she is just perfect for Edward. Shit, uh, 1 1 2 3 5 8 13... Edward's head snapped up. And he looked Jasper seriously in the eye.

"Go ask your wife."