A vampire! Miley searched the house frantically for Lilly and Oliver. They had to know.

"Lilly!" she shouted, "Oliver!" She heard voices from her bedroom. She swiftly ran up the steps to them. They were sitting on her bed, talking about music.

"Radiohead is totally better than Coldplay!" Lilly was saying.

"Yeah, right!" Oliver retorted.

"Guys!" she interrupted and their heads turned to meet her, "I have to tell you something!" She closed the door behind them and locked it. She paced up and down the room, shuffling her hair worriedly.

"Edward's a vampire!" she said. Her two friends looked at her like she was sprouting wings.

"Are you off your rocker?" Oliver asked teasingly, "Is that pretty boy of yours off his?"

"Oh shut up!" she yelled, "It's true! And I told him I was Hannah Montana."

"Why?" Lilly asked.

"Because I trust him." Miley replied plainly, "I love him. And he loves me. That's why I believe him."

"That's silly!" Lilly said.

"What have you noticed about him?" Miley asked angrily.

"Well, his skin is pure white, and, sometimes his eye color changes, and he acts weird when they're black, like he hasn't…eaten…" Silence. The three stared around at each other with terrified looks.

"It can't be…" Oliver said.

"No way…" Lilly said.

"It's true." Miley said, "But he's nice and he hasn't attacked anyone-"

"Miley, he'll drink our blood if we don't watch our backs!" Oliver shouted.

"He won't!" Miley shouted back, "He hasn't yet, so he won't ever!" Oliver appeared very frustrated with Miley.

"We're okay with him, Miley." Lilly reassured. She gave her friend a weak grin.

"But-" Oliver began.

"We will." Lilly said, giving her boyfriend a glowering look.

"Yeah, sure." Oliver agreed bitterly.

"Thanks." Miley said, and hugged them.

At school the next day, the trio was a little warier. They went through their classes in a daze. They all acted like robots, writing notes and walking like they were programmed to, not really thinking.

Their brains started working again by the time Co-ed PE rolled around. They were playing flag football and were divided into two teams: blue and purple, based on the flags tied around their belts. Oliver and Edward were on the same team (blue), Miley and Lilly together on the purple team. Oliver scowled heavily at Edward whenever Edward glanced at him.

The purple team had the ball first. It was hiked off to Lilly. She sprinted towards their goal so fast no one seemed able to catch up to her. "Go, Lilly!" Miley shouted after her pal, "You're untouchable!" And it was certain that she was. No one could catch up to her, not even the boys. They stumbled and fell when they tried. She was so close to making the goal, Miley could she that. Until Edward blasted out of nowhere.

He sped toward her like a rocket. She glanced behind her and tried hard to press onward. Miley bit her lip in fretful anticipation. He reached out his hand and grabbed her flag.

But he didn't stop there.

He ripped the flag off her body, but jumped on her in a full tackle. He pushed her to the ground, his teeth bared. He looked ready to attack; when he got her arms pinned, he finally seemed to know what he was doing. He got off her hurriedly, terror over his face. Every student looked at him like he was a lion let out of his cage. The coach rushed over to check Lilly. When he found her alright, he yelled at Edward. The veins in his temple throbbed menacingly. Edward didn't look scared of the coach; he looked scared of Lilly, perhaps himself. Oliver rushed over to Miley.

"See that?!" he whispered furiously in her ear, "He tried to kill her! We can't trust him!"

"He didn't kill her!" Miley whispered back, shaking.

"He tried, though!"

"No he didn't! He just got a li'l rough!" Oliver backed off, his teeth clenched. He glared at Edward with a gaze of pure hatred. Miley knew Oliver might be right but she refused to accept it. Edward wouldn't kill Lilly! she thought, He wouldn't! Would he?

He had lost control of himself. He dreaded this would happen. All during the class he tried to avoid Lilly. But when she swept past him he caught her scent and her fast movements triggered the urge to chase in him. I just had to tell Miley the secret the day before I lost it! he yelled at himself in thought.

When he got home Carlisle, his adoptive father, was waiting for him. The doctor stood in the doorway with a stern face.

"Edward…" he said, sighing, "Edward…"

"I'm sorry, Carlisle." said Edward, "I've disappointed you, I know-"

"You have to leave." Carlisle said. Edward was shocked. He expected it, but was still surprised when he heard.

"I can't!" he said.

"Edward, you almost killed a human." said Carlisle firmly, "We can't risk."

"Almost!" Edward yelled, "Please, Carlisle! Another chance!" Carlisle looked seriously doubtful about another chance. It was dangerous, that was true. Edward didn't know what would happen next time he saw Lilly. It was too serious to risk. But Carlisle nodded.

"Thank you, Carlisle!" Edward said breathlessly, "I promise, I'll be very careful!"

"I hope so." Carlisle said, looking his adoptive son straight in the eye, "I really, really do."

The next day at school, Edward knew he had to find Lilly. He needed to sort things out. Hopefully Miley hadn't told her the secret.

It was after lunch when he found her. She was at her locker getting books. He took a deep breath and walked towards her.

He was a mere two feet away when he felt a hand push him back. He looked around and saw Miley's other friend Oliver staring darkly at him.

"Trying to attack her again, aren't you?" he asked.

"No, I want to apologize." Edward responded through gritted teeth. He's holding me up! he thought.

"Look, buddy," Oliver whispered menacingly, "I know what you are. But I'm not afraid. I will fight you if you try to kill my girlfriend again."

"I wasn't trying to!" Edward yelled. So they know! he thought. But it wasn't time to worry.

"Don't do it again." Oliver said, poking a finger at Edward's chest.

"I wasn't trying to!" he yelled again. This was ridiculous. He pushed past Oliver in hopes he'd still have a chance to talk to Lilly.

That's when Oliver got in front of him again and punched his face.

It felt more like a pat. Being a vampire, not much could hurt him. But a lot could still tick him off.

Oliver reeled his hand arm back for another strike, but Edward caught his fist.

"Fight, you coward!" Oliver yelled, spraying spit on his face. That was the last straw. Edward flipped Oliver's arm and twisted it backwards. He howled in pain. Then with his free hand, Edward struck him in his open mouth. Blood was dripping and Edward could plainly see a tooth was loose. All the kids in the hallway were crowded around them now, eager to see the final outcome.

"What's going on here?!" a voice bellowed. The principal was elbowing his way through the crowd. Without hesitation Edward ran off using his super speed.

"It was him!" he heard Oliver shout. When he glanced back Oliver was staring stupidly at the place where Edward had been, his mouth hanging open.

Edward would've laughed if he knew he was free.