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Alice

I need to find Bella. And fast.

I just remembered where I've seen that guy James before.

It was two years ago, at the hospital. I was there because I broke my arm attempting a round off backhand spring in gym class. The school principal had to drive me there, and I had to resist the urge to bawl like a four-year-old and demand to see my mommy.

"Okay, Miss Brandon," Mrs. Cope, the principal had said, "I need to get back to the school, but your mother will be here shortly to pick you up. Just wait right here in the waiting room."

"Okay," I'd told her.

She smiled and awkwardly patted my shoulder before walking away, her heels clacking on the tiled floor.

So there I was, minding my own business, reading People's magazine, when a cop (not Charlie) strolled in, holding a guy who looked to be about eighteen by the arm.

"Alright, son, you sit right here and don't move a muscle," the officer told him.

The boy rolled his eyes and plopped down in the chair opposite me with his arms crossed. I couldn't help noticing how damn hot he was. He had blonde hair, cropped short, and dazzling blue eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I kept peeking at him over the top of my magazine, willing him to meet my gaze.

But he just kept staring at his feet with a scowl on his face.

After about a half an hour, the cop returned and removed his handcuffs from the belt around his waist. He calmly told the boy that he was going to take him to the station for some questioning.

The boys face turned visibly red with anger, and he flew up, his chair toppling over. "I'm not going anywhere!" he shouted.

The cop put his hands up and tried to calm him down, telling him that they just wanted to talk.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Now, calm down, son. We just want to ask you a few questions."

By now my magazine was long gone, tossed haphazardly on the coffee table in front of me. I watched as the officer took a step towards the boy, who took a step back and puffed out his chest.

"I didn't touch her! I didn't hit her, I swear!" he screamed, little specs of spit flying from his mouth.

That's when a nurse came over and ushered me away from the scene, telling me I could wait for my mother with her in the cafeteria. I eagerly went with her, feeling like I was in more of a mental hospital with all the yelling going on.

I turned as the nurse led me down one of the clean-smelling hallways to get one last glimpse of the boy. He was finally relenting, allowing the officer to snap the cuffs around his wrists. His blue eyes were rimmed in red, and he was shaking his head morosely.

That boy was James. I'm sure of it. I never forget a hot face when I see one. And James was and still is a total hottie.

But now I'm on the verge of tears as I think of Bella with him, all alone. What if he hurts her? What would I do without her?

"I have to go find Bella," I whisper in Angela's ear. We're sitting around a poker table, playing Circle of Death. I know I shouldn't have been drinking, but it was kind of hard to resist. I am at a party, after all. But I'm not too worried about that right now. Bells is more important.

Pushing my chair out from the table, I stand up and start to navigate my way through the throngs of people.

I pass through the living room, where the Fierce Foursome have all returned to their original spots on the couch. Emmett and Rosalie are both taking turns with a bottle of scotch, passing it back and forth between them as they take lengthy swigs. Edward is sitting back with Tanya Denali perched on his lap, playing with his hair and telling him about something having to do with the pros and cons of college parties. Jasper is just lounging on the other side of Rosalie, sucking on a lit cigarette.

I spare them only one hard glance before I'm sprinting for the next room, my eyes looking for mahogany hair and pale skin.

"Alice." I hear a slurred voice behind me, then a hand is on my shoulder, making me skid to a stop. I turn around and am face to face with Jasper. His cigarette is hanging limply from his lips and he's swaying just the slightest bit. He asks, "What the hell was that?" He gestures to the other room, the room where Angela and I did our little sexy dance.

I sigh heavily. "Not now, Jasper." I try to walk away, but his grip on my shoulder tightens.

"What's the rush, little one?" He smiles down at me and taps the tip of my nose with his finger.

The frustration and dread I'm feeling are starting to get overwhelming and I can feel tears brimming along the edges of my eyes. I try again to pull away from Jasper, but his grip remains consistent. "Woah," he says, his voice softening after noticing my almost-tears. "What's wrong?" I just shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "Jesus. I'm sorry! Don't do that! Don't fucking cry, Alice. Tell me what's wrong."

"Let go, Jasper," I say in a hushed voice. "Just let go."

"Not until you tell me why you're crying. Is it because of me, because you know--"

"I HAVE TO FIND BELLA!" I yell with panic in my voice, startling everyone in the room.

Edward's head snaps up, and he practically throws Tanya off his lap. "What's wrong with Bella?" he asks, noting the desperation in my voice.

"Nothing. I don't know," I tell him. "I just have to find her."

Tanya bounces up and down on the couch and waves her hand around in the air like a fucking little kid. "Oh! Me and Eddie just saw Bella in the pool shed with James! Can you believe it!? I guess you two aren't lesbians after all!"

"Where's the pool shed?" I ask Edward frantically.

"I'll show you," he says as he stands up off the couch and walks over to us. He looks at Jasper and says, "You stay here, dude. You're plastered."

Reluctantly, Jasper removes his hand from my shoulder and sits back down next to Rosalie, who kisses his cheek and hands him a shot glass. I try not to let how close they are bother me. Jasper's not mine, and I am not his. Let Bitch Hale have him, if she wants him.

Edward puts his arm around my shoulder and leads me out the front door, and down a long walkway. It's so dark, I can't see anything down the path.

"So," Edward hedges, trying to ease the tension. "Having fun?"

I quirk an eyebrow at him and say, "What do you think, Edward?"

He winces and removes him arm from my shoulders. "Sorry. For earlier," he clarifies.

Is he serious right now? God. It's not me he should be apologizing to, it's Bella. And it's not him who should be apologizing to me, it's Jasper. Silly boy.

"Whatever, Edward. I just want to find Bella and go home."

He nods and opens his mouth to say something, when we hear a scream. Edward looks at me, his eyes wide. "Stay here," he instructs. I try to protest, but he's already running down the path, away from me.

All I can do is sit here and hope that Bella is okay. God, I hope she's okay.

Bella

Renee once took Tae Kwon Doe classes. It was just one of her short-lived hobbies, but I'll never forget how serious she got about it. The whole self-defense thing completely sucked her in, and she started over thinking every situation. Like, one time, we were sitting at an outdoor café, and she spotted some guy dressed in black that she said looked "mighty shady".

"I swear, Bella, he's looking at me funny," she'd said to me as she sipped her iced coffee. "I might have to bust out some of the moves I learned in karate class today."

"I think that won't be necessary," I'd told her.

She then proceeded to tell me all about the self-defense techniques she'd learned, and then further delved into how I should protect myself in real life situations.

"And if you're ever hijacked," she'd said, "run the car into a tree. The low impact hit won't be enough to kill either of you, but it'll give you a chance to get away from the hijacker."

I nodded, not really listening, and ate my spinach salad.

"And don't forget, Bells. If someone's ever trying to hurt you, you scream. You scream at the top of your lungs, until someone comes to save you."

So I start screaming. Maybe someone will come save me, just like Renee promised. I scream so loud, I swear my face might turn purple.

"Shut the fuck up!" James hisses at me, clapping a hand over my mouth.

I start crying, trying to wrap my arms around myself, as James begins hungrily kissing me again.

That's when I hear it. Just one faint, "Bella!," coming from somewhere outside. I don't care who it is, or why they're looking for me. All I care about is getting away from James. So I decide to try screaming again. I manage to get one good shriek out before James' hand is back over my mouth.

But that's all it takes. Suddenly, James' figure is being flung backward and a low voice is yelling at him to get the fuck away from me. I can't see or hear much over my uncontrollable sobbing, though.

Blindly, I start fumbling around for my clothes, sobs ripping through my chest.

"Bella." A soft, velvety voice whispers next to me, and I feel a familiar hand on top of mine. "Did he hurt you?"

I shake my head, but don't look up. I can't look at him. I can't see the look on his face.

"Edward," I choke, staring at my lap. "I can't find my clothes."

"It's alright, Bella. He's gone. It's okay." He sighs and squeezes my hand once. "Are you okay? I mean, did he…did he, you know? Touch you…?"

"No," I croak, my cheeks flaming despite the circumstances. "You got here before he could do anything."

He sighs again, his warm breath washing over my face. I can tell he's looking at me, but I still refuse to look up. "Thank God." And with that, he stands up, leaving me on the cold ground.

Now I finally look up to see Edward shrugging out of his white button down shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask weakly. I mean, honestly. How dare he start stripping? How is it even possible he's turned on by this situation, anyway?

But I have to admit, he looks like an angel standing there, the moonlight casting bluish light all over the planes of his face. His green eyes are full of worry, and there's the most adorable crease in his forehead.

Edward holds his hands up and shushes me. "Shh, Bella. It's okay. You're okay." He slowly kneels down next to me and holds his shirt out to me, offering it. "It's okay," he says again, his voice soft. I put the shirt on, the mere scent of it calming me down significantly. "You're okay."

He lightly strokes my cheek, and I look up at him. He looks fine, except for one small gash on his lip. I gingerly touch it with my finger, my silent apology.

"I'm fine," he says. "It's okay."

I stand up slowly, holding Edward's unbuttoned shirt closed with one hand and wiping my eyes with the other. "I want to go home now."

"Of course. I'll take you." He starts buttoning his shirt, his long fingers working nimbly. I shudder delicately when his finger brushes the skin of my stomach. "It's okay," he says again.

"Why do you keep saying that?"

The hint of a forced smile plays on his perfect lips. "It just seemed like the right thing to say."

He's right. It's okay. I'm okay.

Alice

The first thing I see is Edward's distinctive bronze hair. And then I see Bella, tucked away safely under his arm, wearing nothing but a blue button down shirt that reaches the middle of her thighs. Her hair is wild, sticking up in all directions and her face is paler than usual.

"Bella!" I run up to her and throw my arms around her, extricating her from Edward's side and letting her collapse into my arms.

"I'm okay, Ali," she assures me, sniffling slightly.

Edward relays the gist of what happened to me while Bella clings to me like I might float away at any moment. I stroke her hair when Edward tells me about James, and how he had to pry him off of Bella. I see a small gash on Edward's lip, where James must have tried to hit him back.

"She wants to go home," Edward tells me. "I can take you. I'm not drunk."

I nod and follow Edward to his Volvo, where I stuff Bella into the backseat and tell her to relax. I shut the door and turn to Edward. "You think she's alright?" I ask.

He considers this for a moment, playing with his keys and staring back at the house, where the party is still raging. "Yeah. I do."

Heaving a sigh, I pat his shoulder and give it a little squeeze. "You did good, kid. Thanks for helping her. It means a lot."

"Sure, Alice. It was my pleasure."

"But that doesn't mean you're forgiven for how you acted earlier tonight, mister." I poke a finger in his chest and he stiffens.

"I know," he says quietly.

I walk around to the passenger side of the car to get into the front seat, but before I do, I stand on my tiptoes so I can see Edward over the top of the car. "You know," I say, "I really like you, Edward. Fix it. Win her back."

He smiles, his perfect teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "I plan to."

Okay, so it's a little short, but what did you expect? I wrote this in mere hours, people! Please review, and I'll either update very soon, or give you another double update.

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