--------Chapter Six-------

Two weeks later

"Emmett, I don't think that wrestling Jasper again will make your ego better." I said, sitting in the Cullen house on their couch, watching Emmett fume over his latest loss in wrestling against his brother. He glared at me and stormed out of the room. I chuckled quietly and got off the couch. I went over to the piano and sat down.

"I wouldn't touch that," Jasper said fore warningly "It's Edward's. He'll kill you if you touch it."

"Bite me." I said out of habit. In a moment, he was beside me, his breath in my ear.

"If only." He whispered, and then burst out into quiet, chime like laughter. I glared at him, but turned back to the piano. It was marvelous in its own right, and it was just begging to be played. Hey—I wasn't about to deny it that, and with my seven years of piano lessons, I wasn't about to make it look bad either. So, I set my fingers down on the ivory keys and played my favorite thing in the world—my mother's lullaby. It almost always made me cry, so I really had no idea why I was playing it, but I guess I just needed that comfort. But about halfway through the wonderful sweet sounds of my mother's lullaby, cold, marble hands yanked my own hands off the keys and me off the bench. I was now face to face with a very angry Edward.

"Don't touch that." He said angrily. I tried to pull my hands away, but he held them within his iron grip.

"Let me go, Edward."

"Jasper told you not to touch it and still you did." He growled. I pulled against him again, and he tightened his grip.

"Why, Alexandra. Why?!"

I looked away at that, because tears were falling from my face. As I threw my head to the side, my hair moved in a curtain like gesture, letting the breeze flow through it. That was when Edward stiffened, let me go, and fled to the opposite side of the room. It was then I realized who he was talking about when he said he had to break up with Bella because of her friend. He was talking…about me.

"…it's me, isn't it?" I whispered, turning slowly to look at him. His face was in a tight line, his movements rigid as all hell. When he spoke, it was through clenched teeth,

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"It's me—the girl that you were talking about. The one that with Bella…" I didn't even finish the sentence.

"Alexandra please---"

"Just tell me, Edward. Please, as my friend, let me help you. If it's me, I can leave."

"I don't want you to leave." He said.

"Than what is it? Why did you have to leave Bella? Why do I appeal to you—why is this happening now?" I asked, backing slowly towards the door.

"Edward---Alex's friend is here to get her. It's the other vampire fanatic. Heather, I believe."

"Yeah, that's Heather." I said, resigned.

"Let me explain, Alex. Some other time then?"

I froze. That was the first time he had ever called me Alex. I smiled softly, and nodded. Some other time. Some other time he could explain to me everything. For now, I had to deal with Heather. In a moment, I heard footsteps, then a tapping foot.

"Alex—how long were you going to wait before telling me this?" Heather said, crossing her arms defiantly. I rolled my eyes.

"Tell you what?"

"That you were friends with vampires. Like I couldn't tell. The moment that girl opened the door I could tell and I was like, 'How could my best friend not tell me this?' so you'd better have a good explanation for this." She said, angrily. Heather was always the hot headed type. I sighed and walked over to her. I looked at Alice, who nodded. It was alright to tell Heather.

"I'll tell you everything in the car, on the ride home, ok?" I asked, throwing on my jacket. She nodded, and looked at Edward once more.

"Is he like—your boyfriend or something too?" she asked. I almost choked on my own saliva. Edward Cullen? My boyfriend? I looked at her and my face almost matched Edward and Alice's.

"No. He is not my boyf4riend. Now let's go." I said, and I pulled her out the door. I was going to kill her, very soon for that stunt. Or maybe not. Not just yet at least, I'd have to wait until she's given me my birthday presents and such before. I wanted the gifts more than I wanted to kill her…this time.

"Heather…" I said warningly when she didn't move. She took one long, last look at Edward and turned to leave with me. Heather was cooking something up…but what?

--------End Chapter Six-------

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