I woke up this morning and just felt like updating No signal.

So here it is, the update.

I'm just glad that there's someone who hasn't been discouraged by the previous chapters or the summary.

Anyhow, i love Aurora and Noah, so you'll have to bare it.

Enjoy.

No Buses

I know your game,

you told him yesterday "no chance, you'll get nothing from me"

"You look tired." Bee tried to stroke the hair from my face. I hadn't bothered pulling it up this morning, I looked like hell, I needed my hair.

"Tell me about it." I grumbled, and turned my face away.

"Didn't you sleep well?" I pulled my books closer to my chest, and kept staring into the floor.

"No, isn't that obvious?"

"Very. I don't understand why, though." I opened the door to our class, and we slipped in to sit at the back.

"Noah talked to me last night."

"Oh." She paused. "Do I want to know?"

"Trust me you don't."

"Fight with brother dearest?" Vi chimed and sat down beside us. I shoot her a glance.

"Maybe, it looks like it, doesn't it." Liz said, pulling away the hair from my face. She clicked her tongue. "Sure does. Maybe you should've put some make-up though."

"Didn't have time." I muttered. "I over-slept."

"How could you over-sleep if you didn't get any sleep?" Sometimes not even I knew why I was friends with her.

"I did get some sleep, Vi." I said venomously. "When I'd fallen asleep, it was about 6 in the morning, so I over-slept."

"And he didn't mind waking you up, since you had a fight." Bee concluded. It wasn't really true, but I didn't deny it. There was no need to.

I shrugged and turned away from the girls.

"Newsflash." Penny called as she stormed into the room.

"What is it this time?" Bee murmured, low enough for only me to hear. I felt the same.
Vi and Penny, sometimes even Liz, was crazy about gossip. Spending every minute of school with vultures can be rather tough.

She dropped her new bag on the desk, but remained standing.

With her hands in her sides she stared at me.

"What?" I frowned, leaning back so I could see her better.

"Is it true?" She growled.

"What is? If this is something about Noah and a new flame, it's a lie." Penny rolled her eyes in frustration.

"So no new girl for Noah, maybe I should…"

"Shut it Vi."

"Of course it isn't." Penny snorted. "Is it true about you and Frank?"

"Frank who?" I looked at Bee, but she didn't seem to know this Frank either.

"Ugh." Penny moaned. I was sure she was about to stomp her foot, but she didn't. Too bad. "You're always making me spell it out, Aurora." Wow, she didn't call me by any of my middle names. She must be quite crossed with me. "Sarah Conrad's boyfriend Frank, of course you meathead."

"What did you say?" I gasped, looking her with complete disbelief. Never in my life, except for the twins once in a while, had anyone called me meathead. Never ever my friends.

"Frank, locker-room, yesterday." Penny growled between gritted teeth. By now the entire classroom was staring at us. Not for my world could I care less.

"No, the other part. The meathead. Who do you think you are?" I'd stood up now, offended beyond description.

"Aurora." Bee put her hand on my arm. I just shook it off.

"Who do you think you are?" Penny screeched back. I might get tinnitus from that one. I kept going without taking a note to her question.

"I was just messing with her. I've never touched that Frank in my life. I don't even know who he is."

"Don't try to fool me Cullen!" Now my last name, what was it with her today?!

"I'm not trying to fool you, damn it." I growled. "I didn't do it. And who is he to you, anyway?" Penny gasped, so did Vi and Liz. I was on the brink of just picking up my things and leave. What was wrong with everyone today? I was certainly not in the mood for this right now, not after two hours sleep.

"He. Is. My. Brother." Penny yelled.

"Do you have a brother?" I asked, stunned.

"Yes! You've met him! And Sarah Conrad happens to be a friend of mine!"

"How can you be friends with her?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"Aurora!" Bee was taking classes at Esme's I know it. Nobody could sound that way except grandma.

"I've had enough of you, Aurora Cullen!" Penny screamed. No one had noticed that the teacher actually had entered the room. Sadly he wasn't the type to interfere when a couple of girls fought. "Not only are you arrogant and selfish, the only person you actually see is yourself. You couldn't care less that my brother actually had had a crush on you since he was twelve and would give the world to actually make-out with you in the locker-room. You couldn't care less that he was about to break up with Sarah just because he thought you might be interested after saying the things you said. Sarah's the best thing that has ever happened to him, and I doubt you could do anything than to suck the life out of him or any guy who unfortunate enough to fall for your curse.

You're always expecting the world to revolve around you, and for some crazy and disgusting reason we tag along. But I'm finished. I can't be your little worker anymore. I don't care if you're a Cullen, that's just letters.

You're too self-centred for your own good. You can't possibly have any friends who really care for you." With the last words she grabbed her bags and turned away from me. "Vi, Liz?"

With out a word, just glances, the girls stood up from their tables and followed Penny across the room where they sat down as far away from Bee and me as possible.

Tears were streaming down my face, I was so angry.

Who did she think she was?
Who was she to tell me my faults? As if she hadn't the same problems herself.

And Liz? I'd always seen her as my favourite among those three, and I thought she liked me too.

Obviously not.

My knees weakened beneath me. It didn't matter how much I ordered them to move, to get me over there so I could beat her up, they wouldn't listen to me.

Soon my entire body was shaking, and I couldn't stop my crying.

"Aurora, you need to calm down." Bee whispered and tried to force me down on my chair again.

That I wouldn't do. I couldn't just sit here and stare at her back, not for an hour.

"I got to go." I whispered. I reached for my bag, but Bee stopped me by grabbing my wrist.

"If you run now, you'll never be able to come back." She warned me.

"Maybe I don't want to come back." She let me go then, maybe she didn't want me to come back either. Maybe she was like Noah, didn't like what she was seeing.

Really not caring whatBriony thought, I stormed out through the door.

The teacher might take it as skipping the class, or he'd say I was sick.

I didn't care about that either.

The corridors were empty; all the classes had already started.

I paused a minute, sitting down on the staircase.

I wanted to find Noah, but I knew that he wouldn't comfort me, only tell me that Penny was right.

I shuddered.

When had my brother become so brutal?

I snorted at the answer that showed up in my head. When I'd become so self-centred.

So I decided to find somewhere where I could be alone for a while. Until the classes were over and Bee'd come to fetch me.

Maybe that was a bit too optimistic. Maybe Bee wouldn't come for me. Maybe she was tired of my behaviour like everyone else, and decided that she'd much rather hang out with the former workers.

But that wasn't Bee. We were family, for crying out loud. She wouldn't desert me, not for anything as small as this, and not when I was the one hurting.

I couldn't guarantee that I would do the same, but I hoped.

They were all right. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I was just about me. But who else would I be about?

I'd found a broom closet that had been left unlocked and was big enough to fit me and several others if I'd felt like throwing a party. Which I didn't. Nothing more sad than throwing a party in school, in a broom closet. Or, maybe there was. But right now I couldn't come up with anything.

Maybe I should send out a text, and show that Penelope that I had power, that there was loads of people who'd love to be my friends. I smiled smugly to myself, sitting on an up-side-down-bucket.

My logic failed a bit there. It wouldn't matter who'd send out the text.

My school was filled with teenagers. All teenagers loved a decent party, and wouldn't mind it being held in a broom closet.

They wouldn't care for two seconds who'd sorted it.

I just had to come up with some other way of getting my revenge.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose.

Maybe I should stop trying so hard.

I had Bee for all I knew. There wasn't any reason for me to fight and make life hard for everyone just because Penny had a weak moment.

Who knows, tomorrow she might be coming back, begging to be my friend.

Yeah, I smiled smugly. I could see that.

I almost fell off the bucket when the door flew open and three guys, most likely seniors, stomped in.

The lonely bulb in the ceiling dangled dangerously.

They all sat down on the floor or on other buckets. They noticed me, but surely wasn't sure how to acknowledge me.

"So, you're a Cullen right?" One of the said after a moment of staring. I nodded and got up again. "Why's it you're here? Want some spliff?" The one talking, a dark haired guy I'd never seen before pulled something out of his pocket and reached it over towards me. I shook my head.

I hadn't smoked it before, and this wasn't going to be the first, no matter how miserable I felt.

"Your loss." He murmured since the joint was between his lips as he tried to light it.

A thin line of smoke reached upwards, and the smell was soon overwhelming. Even though I wasn't smoking it, I could somehow feel the affect.

He shared the joints with the two other blokes, who grabbed them like hungry wolves, and then turned back to me.

"What are you doing here if you're not going to smoke?" He raised an eyebrow, examining me. "You do know that this is the smoke-hole right?"

"No I didn't. I don't hang around people who gets stoned."

"You don't?" He laughed. "How can you be sure?" I opened my mouth, but closed it again. I couldn't be sure. I got up from the bucket and started walking towards the door.

"Uh-uh, princess. Can't let you do that." He chuckled, stepping in my way.

It bothered me to no end that he used dad's nickname for me.

"Yeah?" I spat. "Why not?"

"Cause the smoke will reach noses and detectors. That's why." He waved towards the bucket. "Now, sit back down and silently wait until we're finished."

I sank down on it, turning away while crossing my arms over my chest.

Why was everyone rude to me today? Wonder if the twins knew these people, maybe I should call them and ask.

"Come on princess, you're ruining the mood in here." He couldn't shut up, could he.

"Mood for what? I didn't know you junkies were sensitive. What do you want me to do? Tap-dancing?"

He laughed, throwing his head far back.

"You're nothing special, you know that? Just one in 24."

"What do you mean by that?" I cried. He drew in the smoke coming from the roll between his fingers.

"I mean." He smiled like I was twelve. "That I don't understand the fuss everyone's making about you. Yeah, you might be a Cullen, your brother happens to be Noah Cullen, you happen to be related to the twins, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, little princess. Yes, I've heard about your escapades." He chuckled. His friends kept quiet. They didn't seem the least interested in what we were talking about. The weed was far more captivating, apparently.

He leaned closer to me. Instinctively I backed off, only to find that I was already pressed up against the wall.

The smell of tobacco and something sweet hit me in my face when he breathed.

"Between you and me." He said, smiling that way again. "You're not even that pretty." He drew another drag and blew the smoke in my face.

"You have to be gay." I smiled. There was no way in hell I'd show him how offended I was.

"Maybe some day I will be. But as it is now, I'm very much straight, my love." I noticed a scar that reminded me of Anthony Stewart Head on his forehead. Maybe this guy's mother dropped him on his head when he was a baby. That would explain the messed-up eyesight and the need for weed.

I took a look around the small space.

But that would mean a lot of women drops their children.

"Who are you?" He laughed again.

"Just call me Luke. That's not my name, but everyone does anyway, so. It's a long story." He turned out the joint against the cement floor. "You can go." I practically ran to the door.

"Nice to meet you too." He called after me as I slammed the door shut.

I ran through the hall, heading for the door out to the freedom.

I wouldn't let what that guy said to me get me down. But I couldn't help but let it.

I sighed, sinking to the floor by my locker. This day had really turned to shit, all of it. I needed a self-confidence-boost. And I needed one quick.

"Hey, cuz, what're you doing on the floor?" The only time the twins saw me was when I was down obviously.

"If you are going to tease me, Leon, I suggest you're getting your ass out of here fast. I'm not up for any of your shit today."

"Wow, Aurora, it's not only your clothes that stinks. What would dear old uncle Edward say if he heard you talk like that?" Tiger clicked his tongue at me.

"Don't be such a hypocrite! And I do not stink." I turned my head and smelled on my sleeve. Okay, they were right. I stunk with spliff-smoke. Mom would definitely notice that. As if this day couldn't get worse.

Mom hadn't said what she would do to me if I didn't behave, but I was sure it had something to do with nuns and abbeys, and probably Switzerland. What a way to force your daughter into a straight line, huh.

"Okay I do stink, but don't blame me. It was that Luke guy who stepped in my personal bubble." I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Luke?" Tiger asked. "Luke as in I-think-I'm-so-tough-that-I-smoke-spliff-and-does-whatever-I-want-to-anyone-I-want-Luke?" Great definition, Tiger.

"Yeah, I don't know." I sighed and started digging through my bag after a chewing gum. "He only said his real name wasn't Luke, and I figured he was a senior or something."

"Yep, that's Luke." Leon slopped down on the floor beside me. "You know, Aurora, I don't know if you've noticed it, but there's this big, dark cloud hanging over your head and it's kind of pouring down on your pretty little head. What's bothering you?" I didn't want to talk about it, and surely not with him. But I just couldn't come up with anything good to say, I knew I couldn't lie to Leon nor Tiger.

"I'm… could you please get Bee, or Ava or Noah? I just wan to get out of here, but my place doesn't seem like such a great idea since mom will be home." I glanced up at Tiger who was still standing.

"Sure, give me a minute." He disappeared down the hall and left me by his brother's side.

"Were you just trying to get rid of the dim brother, or do you really don't want to talk about it?" Leon nudged me with his elbow, trying hard to force a laugh or a smile out of me. A little tug in the corners of my mouth was all I could handle.

"I really don't want to talk about it." He nodded but kept silent. Instead he started tapping on the floor and on his knees. He just wasn't able to sit still. I was sure he was about to bolt up in any second when he turned to me.

"You know, mom's home, and if you ask her I'm sure she won't say anything to Bella or Edward. Hell, I think she'll be happy to help you." I looked at him for a moment while I thought it through.

Rosalie was the woman in our family I was most similar. We weren't related by blood in any way, but she'd become something of a role model for me since she didn't take shit. After that time in Chicago I'd drifted further away from my mom, even though she was still my ideal, I could relate better to Rosalie.

If there was anyone I could talk to about this who'd understand me, it would be Rose.

"Is Emmett home?" I had to check. Today wasn't a day for his jokes. Sorry Emmett, I love you and all, but you know. Everyday isn't the best.

"No, dad's at the office doing whatever he's doing there." Leon smiled that way that let me see the dimple in his left cheek. "So, shall I call her?" I shook my head, and started to get back to my feet.

"No, I'll call her myself. Tell Tiger and whomever he brings that I've gone to your house. And I will definitely owe you one if you come up with anything to explain why I'm cutting the day." Leon was faster to his feat than I, can have something to do with him not wearing heals. He reached out his hand for me, and I took it, letting myself being pulled to my feet.

After a quick hug good-bye I left the still empty corridors.

I went by metro to the other Cullen house. I wasn't used to the subway, with my Lexus and all, but I liked it. It wasn't anything like the Metropolitan in Paris, or the Underground in London, but good enough. The only thing I didn't like was the stares girls like me get down there. Like we were on deep water, like we didn't know what we were doing stepping our feet on public ground.

Like I was that posh!

I glared at the people, mostly girls my age, who gave me dirty looks for my uniform and my real Chloë bag. If they only knew who I were!

And there I go again!

Did I want to be like this, or did I care less? I didn't know. I still had to think about that. If I wanted to become like Bee or Rose. Or if I wanted to be like mom?

Which one was the best? Which one would take me the furthest? Rose had been really successful, mom too, in their different styles. How Bee would be was only something maybe Alice could know, but I surely couldn't.

I got off the subway and walked up to be greeted by the sun. It didn't help anything to un-cloud my mentality, I was still in a really bad mood.

I remembered that I probably should have called when I'd already pressed the buzzer to the apartment. Too late for that now.

"Cullens." Rose's low voice, for a female, sounded like one of those women talking in your voicemail, or the GPS. Neutral and bored.

"Hi, Rose. It's Aurora. Can I come up?"

"Hey darling. Of course you can come up! Is there something wrong?" Her voice got a little more life through the buzzer when she was worried.

"It's nothing urgent, I'll take it upstairs." She said she was okay with it, and unlocked the gate for me.

Even though the apartment was practically my second home, I wasn't comfortable with just walking straight through the door like Alice would've.

I reached for the doorknocker and waited for Rose to open the door.

I didn't need to wait long before the door was swung open. Rose was wearing an old, incredibly large t-shirt, probably Emmett's, and a pair of jeans covered with grease and oil stains.

She had planned to spend another day in garage, apparently. Maybe she'd let me come with her later, but first I needed someone to talk to.

She made big eyes when she saw that I was still in my uniform. She made even bigger eyes when she noticed my hair and the mess it was in. She and Alice had done their best to raise me to always look my best as soon as I was leaving the house. Today I hadn't had time to do that, which was showing.

Then Rosalie's shoulders sank a couple of inches, and she looked at me like she knew exactly what brought me here.

"That bad, huh?" She pulled me quickly into a hug. I heard the door slam shut behind me, but I didn't care less since my face was buried in Rose's shoulder and the comforting smell of garage was filling my lungs.

She didn't let go of me as we made our way to the kitchen. She pushed me down on a chair and started to rummage about in search for something.

"Tea or coffee?" She asked, but then seemed to think again. "Tea." Rose was a mother, and a very overprotective one. She wouldn't let us, the kids, drink coffee, at least not us girls. Once we were old enough to question it, she said something about it discolouring your teeth. But mom had whispered in my other ear that Rose didn't want us to grow up too fast, and she saw coffee drinking as a very grown up thing to do.

"So." She said, turning back to me while the water was being boiled. "What happened?" I sighed. Where should I begin? As if she heard what I thought, she asked: "Was it this morning?" I nodded, and dove right into the things Penny had said to me, the way it made me feel and the result.

Rose kept silent the whole time, only nodding and listening. When the tea was finished, she placed a giant cup in front of me and went back to listening.

When I'd gotten everything out, she sipped her tea and looked straight at me.

"Why did you come to me with this? Wouldn't you talk with your mom about something like this?" I wondered for a brief moment if I'd done the wrong thing when I'd turned to Rose, but then regretted that thought. She was just curious.

"Well." I mumbled; a bit embarrassed about this. "I knew that something like this happened to you once, and I thought, well, that you might be able to give me some advice." I quickly lifted the cup to my lips so I could try to hide behind it.

"You're not wrong, Aurora. I suppose that Ava's let it slip one time." I shrugged, actually it had been mom, but Rose didn't need to know that. "When I was about your age, when Jasper and I still went to school in Texas, before we moved to Washington and met the Cullens and your mom, I wasn't really the nicest person." She slowed down at the end. I peeked at her over the edge of the cup. She was staring into the table, something very unlike her. "I still wasn't the first time I met Emmett, but I was definitely worse in Texas.

However, to make a long story short, I treated everyone, including Jasper, like shit and it came back and bit me in the ass. As in they all ditched on me, and Jasper being the only one left talking to me. But I've always known it only was because we were twins, he just couldn't leave me alone. That is who he is, I guess." Her eyes turned to me, and as I was unprepared I flinched a bit. Her blue eyes were sparkling with something I didn't recognise.

"So, my advice for you, Aurora, is to change. I've been in the situation you're in, as you describe it, and even though I know you'd be fine with just Bee and Ava as your only girlfriends, I'm sure you'll want to get to know other people too, not only your family. If you're the least like me, you'll want to get out there, be around people. You just have to know when to put your foot down, when to say to yourself that I can't carry on like this. Yeah, I know, there are those who say you should be egoistic, that's the way to be happy, but by being nice to people you are egoistic, since you want them to love you, to see you and to call you once in a while. It's all about not being alone.

And if that's what you want, not being alone, you'll have to stop acting all high and mighty and get down to earth." She sighed, got up and took the now empty cups off the table.

"Funny." I muttered.

"What is?"

"Noah said something similar."

What can i say?
I love Rose too.

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