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Chapter Three: Cafeteria

The next morning at school, I was late because Charlie took my alarm clock from my room as some kind of practical joke. He was already gone by the time I'd woken – with five minutes to get dressed and inhale my breakfast – so I couldn't yell at him like a desperately wanted to before school.

Fortunately the sight of Mike in Biology calmed me down, and as I walked through the door, the final bell charming overhead, I forgot all about the alarm clock incident.

"So what did the secretary want?" Mike pretended to drop something as I pulled my chair back so Mr Banner wouldn't see him talking to me.

I let my hair fall in front of my face and pretended to look out the window as I whispered my response. "Port Angeles letters."

"Oh, okay," he said, understanding lighting his expression. "Alice got hers too? And Angela?"

Only a boyfriend as gorgeous as Mike would think to remember such insignificant information. I smiled as I pretended to scratch my nose when I whispered back, "Yep, them too."

He smiled lovingly at me for two heart beats, then turned to the board.

"Damn notes," he muttered under his breath as Mr Banner continued to scribble his annoyingly messy writing on the whiteboard at the front of the class. We sat in silence for a few minutes, hectically copying down the notes on a speech I'd missed. I was going to have to ask Mike to help me understand what the fruit Mr Banner had written about after class.

Suddenly, Mike's head snapped up. "Can I see your letter?" he asked, flashing me a toothy grin like a child asking for lollies before dinner time.

I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't hold the mock sour expression on my face because he looked too cute to stay mad at, even if it was only pretend. I answered by wriggling around in my seat to pull the letter out of the pocket of my jacket, where I'd stashed it yesterday.

Mike took it from my hand and almost started laughing when he saw the writing on the front of the envelope.

"They typed it?!"

He was laughing in silent hysterics, his shoulders shaking with the effort of not breaking into a loud, silence-shattering cackle.

"No," I said, smiling and taking the letter from him as he held it out, obviously needing the hand to hold his side. "It's not typed, it's just very neat."

"Yeah, well," he laughed, tears welling in his eyes. "That chick must have way too much time on her hands!"

I rolled my eyes, a trademark habit, and didn't bother to correct him for fear that telling him it was actually a boy would send him into uncontrollable laughter that would get us both sent out of the room, and possibly get my letter confiscated too.

For some uncomprehendable reason, I'd become unnecessarily attached to the small pieces of paper in my hand.

The night before, I had pulled it out and re-read it too many times to count, even neglecting a good half of my hefty homework load to just stare at the beautiful writing. I wanted to know what the writer's hands looked like, if they were as soft as the writing suggested- but I'd stopped myself, realising that I was sounding like a completely crazy person. And possibly a stalker – quite ironic considering what had been written in Edward Masen's graceful handwriting.

Once realising this, I had put it back in my bag and defiantly started doing my homework.

It was ridiculous that I wasn't able to think straight without the letter in my peripheral vision, and that I had to have it sitting across the desk from me in order to be able to complete the more important part of my homework load.

Mike snapped me back into reality then, lightly hitting my arm and saying, "Have you got these notes down yet?"

I flicked my eyes at the clock and saw that there were only a few minutes until the end of lesson. Slightly panicked by the amount of writing I had to do and the now inevitable pain of hand cramp I was going to be suffering by the end of this scribbling marathon, I snatched my pen off the desk and started writing like the world was ending.

"Put the spoon down, Rose, you look beautiful already."

Emmett's voice threw off my train of thought, annoying me because I completely forgot what it was I'd been so absorbed in thinking about.

It was lunchtime, and the lot of us were sitting around a table in the cafeteria, occasionally ducking when a stray bottle cap or half-eaten apple flew overhead.

Alice and Angela were sitting beside each other, having a whole half of the table to themselves. Ange even had a leg propped up on the spot beside her, inadvertently flaunting how much space they had.

Rose was sitting on the end, her elbow on the table and chin being propped up by her hand. The other hand had a spoon in it and she was either admiring her reflection or spying on the boring people behind her. Emmett was sitting along the side of the table, so together he and Rosalie claimed a full corner for themselves. Today, instead of breaking someone's knuckles in a game of the same name, he was devoting all his attention to Rosalie, who seemed to be upset at something due to the glum expression on her face.

Mike sat next to Emmett, and I next to him, and we were talking to each other as well as Alice and Angela, debating on whether the paper on Romeo and Juliet was due Monday or Tuesday next week.

"I swear it's Monday!" Alice claimed, slapping a bony fist down on the table in mock anger. She still had a toothy smile on her face so there was no way she was going to make Mike cave until she pulled out the death glare, which was usually reserved for one person and one person only.

I leaned forward, my shoulders jutting upward as I dented the wood with my elbows. "Alice." I said, reaching a hand out and putting it on her shoulder. "It's okay; you can admit you're wrong. You are among friends, after all, and I know that no one-" I shot Mike a sharp sideward glance, "-will give you a hard time over it." I sighed dramatically and removed my hand.

Angela was giggling so hard at my Bold And The Beautiful moment that she had clutched her hands over her stomach and her still-laughing head was resting on the table between her and Mike.

There was a cafeteria tray in front of Alice, stacked high with uneaten food. The four of us had been arguing for so long that no one had yet devoured their lunch. Angela was still laughing and occasionally hitting the table with her fist as fits of giggles overwhelmed her, and I was watching the precariously piled food cautiously.

Alice just raised an eyebrow at me, and then her little hand whipped out to slap Angela in the arm, causing the giggles to erupt into full blown laughs.

Many people turned around to see the source of the noise but no one said anything. Most of them just gave us a blank look then went back to their respective lunches.

"It really is Tuesday though, Alice, and you'll be wasting your time if you do it on the weekend," I said with a smile on my face, glancing at Ange who was wiping away tears of laughter.

Alice wasn't going to give up without a fight. "Well, even if it is Tuesday, then it won't hurt to do it over the weekend. I'll have it ready before it's time to hand it up, whether that is on Monday or Tuesday." Then she folded her arms and leaned back, triumphant, and totally aware that she had reached at impasse if not a victory.

"Okay Alice, whatever." She did have a point though. In the unlikely case that it was actually due on Monday, if I did it over the weekend I would have it ready for whatever the due day might be. I added it to my not-yet-too-long mental list of things to do over the short break from schoolwork.

My mind was dreading the load of washing I had skipped last weekend because of the too-sweet date Mike had surprised me with (it was our five month anniversary and I had been convinced he'd forgotten). The fact that I was going to have to face mouldy socks when I ought to be out partying was playing on my mind when something both bizarre and unexpected happened.

"Hey Anna!"

Jasper slipped into the empty spot beside Alice, bumping her as he did so. Angela automatically moved up, and Alice wriggled along the bench to get as far from Jasper as she could in the limited space.

"What do you want?" she growled at him. She wouldn't have forgotten the incident on Monday morning.

"Nothing," he said innocently, dramatically throwing his shoulders back. Jasper then leaned over the table and grabbed a roll from Angela and Alice's shared lunch tray. He shook it in Alice's face and said, "Eat it, go on!"

There was the sound of wood being dragged back as both Emmett and Mike stood up, making their presences known. Emmett was the obvious threat as Mike wasn't as big as Jasper, but numbers usually counted for something.

Jasper's head snapped up to Emmett's looming form, and he snapped a military salute as he said, "At ease, boys." He then looked to Alice, who was again shaking with fury at his incredibly rude attitude. I would turn and run in the opposite direction as fast as I could if Alice were to ever give me a glare like the one she was giving Jasper now. Instead, Jasper simply said, "You look Chinese," before he stood and left.

There was silence at the table for five seconds, in which everyone badly wanted to get up and slap or punch Jasper Whitlock very hard in his stupid face. Neither Emmett or Mike had sat down yet, and when I realised this I tugged on Mike's sleeve. Emmett dropped back down once Mike had, then turned to start talking to Rosalie again.

I was looking carefully at Alice to see whether she was just angry; or upset as well as angry. She raised a hand a swept it through her spiky hair before turning back to face us at the table. Her eyes flicked from me to Mike, to Emmett, and to Rosalie. For some reason her eyes stayed on Rosalie, so I followed her gaze. Emmett was looking wildly around the room – because Rosalie was gone.

I looked around then too, and saw her. She was standing across the other side of the room, talking to Jasper Whitlock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I instantly liked Rosalie much more for it.

She and Jasper were each standing side-profile to us, so we could see both their expressions.

Jasper looked like he had been caught trying to bury the neighbours still-breathing cat. Rosalie looked so furious it was almost frightening to gaze at her – even side on and from such a distance away.

As we watched, Rosalie appeared to be burning Jasper with words more effectively than anyone else ever had. Though I couldn't hear it, I knew Rosalie was winning hands down in their argument. Her normally attractive face was fuming, her mouth moving so quickly to form words that I could tell from here were scalding. I badly wished I could hear what she was saying.

She must have been getting at her angriest, because we saw her getting a little pink in the cheeks, she straightened up more than usual, gaining more height over the already cringing Jasper, and pointed a hand out at our table as she spoke, never breaking her gaze from his. She stopped talking and waited for a response from Jasper, who shrugged and said something which looked apologetic. Rosalie folded her arms and pursed her lips, looking like she was restraining a prudent urge to yell at him. Then she said something very slowly and menacingly, which made Jasper's cheeks flush and he looked extremely vulnerable. Rosalie death-glared at him for an extra moment before she turned on her heel and started weaving thorough the cafeteria crowd back to our table.

We each turned and looked in different directions, pretending that we hadn't seen anything. I was staring at the cracks in the wall on the opposite side of the room when Rosalie sat down again. I didn't look, but I heard Emmett ask her "Where'd you go?" and she replied "Oh, I just had to talk to someone."

I turned my head halfway around and saw out the corner of my eye that no one else was looking at Rosalie apart from Emmett, so I turned my head a little further and saw from the corner of my eye that Rosalie was grimacing. She still had the flush of pink in her cheeks from the argument, and she was breathing a little heavier than normal. I could see even from my peripherals that her calm expression was forced.

Emmett could tell that she wasn't going to mention her miraculous shutting-down of Jasper Whitlock, so he shrugged and let it go, but he still looked slightly in awe of her.

A minute later Emmett whispered something in Rose's ear that made her cheeks burn again, and she giggled before nodding. He smiled and pulled her up from her chair, then walked with her through the crowd of students.

On his way out he turned back and winked to Mike, who caught on immediately.

"How does he never get caught having pash-fests with her at lunch times?!" Mike vented once the two of them had left the room.

Angela looked up from the table to Alice, who had a blank expression on her face. "Alice?" she asked tentatively. Alice looked at her then smiled.

"I like Rosalie a lot better than I did ten minutes ago."

Well, what did you think? Getting more interesting yet? Oh, and just so I don't get smacked for making Bella and Mike a couple... don't worry. All's fair in love and war (if it doesn't make sense now, it will soon enough).

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