AN: I'd originally planned for the entire story to be in Alice's point of view, but I decided that Jasper's point of view needed to be in here, too. Hope you like it! Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

I threw my pencil down in frustration. It'd been two weeks since Jasper had offered to help me in history. I'd turned him down, but I was beginning to regret it. I wasn't a dumb person. In fact, I was a straight A student…except for history. And at this moment my weakness was very apparent. Mr. Bryan had assigned a ten page report on our interpretation of the Civil War with an emphasis on a battle of our choice. Seriously? Seriously! I needed a break. I picked up my cell phone and pressed the first speed dial.

"Hey," said Bella already knowing it was me, "give up on your paper already?"

"Ugh! Seriously, what is Mr. Bryan expecting? I barely understand the Civil War, how am I supposed to interpret it?" I complained.

"It'll be okay Alice, just take a break and come back later. Maybe you'll have some inspiration."

"I highly doubt it," I said, "Maybe I should stop daydreaming so much in that class."

"Yeah, that would help," responded Bella, "Edward Cullen may be great eye candy to dream about, but his good looks won't help you pass history."

"Okay, I'm done talking about this. It's Friday and I don't want to be stuck in this house doing homework," I responded, already feeling an itch to get out and do something.

"Okay, fine, how about a party?" asked Bella.

"Sounds perfect. Who's party?"

"Well you see, it's kind of, um….Lauren Mallory's," said Bella hesitantly, knowing how much I completely disliked her.

"Seriously?" I whined.

"Seriously," Bella mocked, "Come on Alice, it won't be so bad, you might not even see her."

"It doesn't matter; the house will still reek of bitch!"

"Edward Cullen will be there," said Bella breaking my already weak resolve.

"Well, I guess an hour won't kill me," I said I as jumped up and started rummaging through my closet.

"Great! I'll be there in thirty minutes," responded Bella. Before I could respond the line went dead.

"Thanks Bells," I said to myself rolling my eyes as I picked out my outfit. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad. Maybe tonight Edward Cullen would fall in love with me.

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I tossed the football toward the ceiling and caught it before I sat up and looked over at my best friend, Edward. He had just changed his shirt…again.

"How does this look?" he asked looking at me for approval.

"Like the last twelve," I responded, "just fine."

"Just fine isn't fine!" he said exasperated.

"Seriously, dude, you change shirts more than a girl! You look fine. Plus it doesn't really matter, Lauren will probably end up taking it off by the end of the night, anyway," I responded as I lay back down and continued to toss the ball into the air.

"It's not like that," said Edward as he looked in the mirror once again, "Lauren is a friend, nothing more. She's not even my type. I prefer brunettes." Edward decided that he looked fine and turned away from his mirror.

"That new girl Bella is a brunette," I said as I watched for his reaction. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Yeah, that's what I thought.

"Whatever, man," he responded, "What about you? You haven't had a girl in ages."

"I know, I'm working on it," I said mumbling the last part.

"Working on it? Who's the girl?" He asked, intrigued.

"It doesn't matter, she's not into me anyway," I shrugged standing up and grabbing my coat, "Are you ready to go?"

"Wait," said Edward, not ready to let it go, "how do you know? Have you asked her?"

"I don't need to. It's obvious that she's into someone else," I said. 'Yeah,' I thought to myself, 'She's into you. I'm practically in love with her, and she loves you!'

"Well you'll never know unless you talk to her. Anyway, I'm sure this guy has nothing on you. And if he's a problem we could always beat him up," said Edward playfully.

"What, are you turning into Emmett now?" I asked.

"I just want to see you happy," Edward responded seriously, "and I don't want anyone to get in the way of that happiness."

"Yeah, okay," I responded, feigning discomfort with the topic.

As we walked out the door I couldn't help but think about how ironic Edward's last statement was. If only he knew that it was him that was in my way. My night was already going down the tubes. Maybe something good would happen tonight. Maybe tonight Alice Brandon would realize that she loved me too.