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I couldn't tell you what happened in history, or in gym for that matter. Although, in retrospect I should have paid more attention in volleyball. My shoulder was sure to bruise from the spike I missed when I was stealing glances at Bella. This whole situation was surreal to me. That bruise was enough proof to me that I wasn't dreaming, I really was in Forks, Washington and because God must hate me I was stuck in a cheerleader's body repeating High School. Apparently, four years in hell just wasn't enough for Abbey Morgan. Yay!

The final bell rang and with it my nerves increased. I knew I needed to get this over and done with but as I made my way to Jessica's car; I couldn't help but feel like I was walking into the Lion's Den. As loopy as I was, as soon as that thought crossed my mind, the thought of Mountain Lions came to the forefront and with that came Edward. Realization dawned on me that I would not be chatting with Alice Cullen. Edward would be on his way to Alaska within in the hour, and I would have to wait another day to get the help I desperately needed.

I decided it would be better just to go home, or what home was for me now, get some of this homework done, and then feign a headache. Anything to not have to socialize, I wasn't sure if I could do that without people figuring out my secret, and I needed time to get my game face on.

I turned the car onto the cul-de-sac of Maple Tree Lane. Seriously people, Maple Tree Lane? I had to take River road to get into the development. Guess what River Road runs next to? Or what lines Oak Trees Drive, yea, talk about no imagination! I grew up on Shamrock and moved to Hardwick. (Talk about a fun porn star name game!) But I digress, it was time to get into Jessica's bedroom and regroup.

Okay found a perk of a banker for a Mom and a logger for a Dad. They wouldn't be home until nearly six! In fact the note I found on the kitchen table about this was rather humorous!

Jessica,

Honey, please put the lasagna in the oven at 350 by 5pm, don't be late this time. And for the love of all things holy, take the plastic wrap off first. 3 stoves in a year are MORE than enough for one household!

Xoxoxo

Mom

I laughed loudly at that. Way to enforce the stereotype, Jess! Okay, so no pumpkin ravioli for me. I opened the fridge hoping that this family had been introduced to or at least the food network. The scramble through the icebox confirmed my fears; this family thought that exotic taste was provolone cheese. (It was moldy.) Why did I have the feeling that Jessica's mom used ketchup for the lasagna?

This was definitely hell. Preston may be a small town, but I spent many a night in Providence. That city was a culinary Mecca, and KNOWN for its Italian cuisine. And now that I couldn't have it, I was killing for some Italian bread. Getting that here though would be like grabbing a bagel in Boise after growing up in New York City. So no carbs for me, bummer.

I had managed to stall for almost twenty minutes. The clock still hadn't hit three yet, which meant I had nearly three hours to regroup and try to figure out what the hell I was doing here. I had to be here for a reason right? I mean maybe I was supposed to stop all the crap that Edward and Bella went through during New Moon? Wait, I was still in the first book. Maybe I should start there. What could I change? And what would screw up her chance with Edward?

Alice could help me, she could see the outcomes of the decisions I made, and help me, help them. I was elated for about thirty seconds until I realized that she couldn't help me. The Cullens didn't know that I knew their secret. They thought I was just Jessica Stanley, a pushy, gossipy, bitchy cheerleader from Forks. If they found out I knew their secret, they would leave. Edward and Bella would never get the epic romance that they deserved. I felt the water well up in my eyes and before I knew it I was silently crying, I needed to get out of the house. There were too many reminders of exactly what I was messing up, my life notwithstanding.

I switched into some of Jessica's sweats, which were unfortunately more style than function, grabbed her sneakers, and began to stretch. As my feet began to pound on the sidewalk, I reached up and pulled her mass of curls into a pony tail. I didn't know where I was going, but I needed to run. I felt like Dorothy, only my Toto was still in Connecticut. I missed my Riley, my overweight Golden Retriever; she would love me no matter what. And would always be by my side, unless there were table scraps around, I always came in second to people food. I had learned to be okay with that.

I began running a loop back to the house. It was nearing five and I had to pop the lasagna in the oven and I was in desperate need of a shower. I never had hair this curly so I had a feeling it would take a while to figure out how to tame it. I wanted to be dressed before Jessica's Dad came home. That would just be too weird.

I began walking when I turned onto Jess' street and slowly made my way back to her house. As I was climbing onto the porch, I registered a figure on the swing; I froze when I recognized the bronze hair. Why was he here? He was supposed to be in Alaska by now!

"Alaska?" his melodious voice asked. Crap! He can read my mind! Oh, God, does he know? Brick Wall, Brick Wall, Brick Wall.

"How did you do that? How do you know?" Well the brick wall worked! Thank you very much. I guess it was my turn to say something.

"Why aren't you in Alaska?" My voice didn't betray my trembling nerves, but I knew that my heart rate was giving it away. I didn't bother to try and prevent it. I figured it would be better though if I kept asking the questions. I didn't know how much he had figured out and I didn't need Jasper or Rosalie eliminating the threat. Hell, for all I knew, they'd let the Volturi take care of it for me.

"Volturi?" Okay, so he was reading my mind. Maybe I wasn't blocking it as well as I had thought.

"I'm not getting much. Only a few words, but enough to know you are not Jessica Stanley."

"Am I really that bad at acting? What gave it away?" I asked nervously.

"Umm, you just gave it away. I had my suspicions but you just confirmed. Now would you mind telling me what you are?"

He had said what not who, so apparently he thought I wasn't human. Then again maybe I wasn't so human. Maybe I was just a soul. Maybe I had died, and been reincarnated in the weirdest way. Actually, that one kind of made sense.

This whole thing was going to give me a migraine! I needed answers, as did he, and I needed to tread carefully.

"Edward, I really think Alice should be the one I talk speak to about this mess. She can't read my mind, and she'll be able to help me get back home. Besides, she knows what it's like to be accused of being crazy when you're not."

His paled at the last comment, he knew that I knew something more, he just wasn't sure what. The Alice comment had confused him. That much I was sure of, but the point of the matter was that he needed to believe me. I needed help, before I altered this reality beyond repair.

He wasn't moving, just staring at me intently, as if he was unsure of what to do. Edward not in control was an odd thought to me. One that I wanted to fix, but I wasn't sure how to go about it.

"Edward, listen, I have to get dinner started for the Stanley's and I have to get this homework done. Turns out I'm smarter than I thought. I'll leave my window open tonight, bring Alice, and we can talk then. I'll give you all the answers you need. But right now, I need to regroup."

"Tonight, then." With those parting words, he was gone. All that remained of the fact that he had been on the porch was the overwhelming scent. Bella was right, he was yummy. Ugh, that thought needed to leave my mind immediately. He was so far beyond being off limits it wasn't even funny. And wait yummy? Maybe Stanley was still in here somewhere. I was suddenly extremely cold.

This could go south, quickly. I think it actually may. I wandered into a world I had no business being in and now I could change the outcome of it forever. And I think I may have been doing just that.

I busied myself with preparing dinner for the Stanley's' and getting some of the homework done. Around six, I heard a car pull up and I tensed up. This wasn't my family, these weren't my parents, surely they would figure out I wasn't there daughter.

"Jess, I'm home. When your mom gets in, let her know I'm in the garage." With that I heard the unmistakable sound of a beer being popped open.

"Sure, Dad." I shuddered. It was still weird hearing someone else's voice coming out of me. I had a voice that often gotten mistaken for a teenager. Jessica's voice would have people convinced she was thirty.

Mrs. Stanley came home not long after Mr. Stanley's retreat into the garage. Her only acknowledgement of Jessica had been a shout up the stairs thanking her for not "Screwing up the stove again."

An hour later, with a rumbling stomach, I made my way down the stairs to find the lasagna on the stove cut into, and an extra plate on the counter. I thought it was strange until I looked around the kitchen and saw mail piled on the tiny table top, and the breakfast overrun with plants. I hoped that Jessica was allowed to eat in the living room, because if I had to eat alone, I at least wanted the TV for company.

After setting my plate down on the coffee table to grab the remote, I realized this must be a common occurrence. If the watermark on the table hadn't given it away, the Jersey Shore marathon that was on when the TV roared to life would have.

Jessica had a pretty lonely home life. It was no wonder she was such a bitch. After I had had my fill of the Jersey Shore airheads, I decided to call it a night. Jessica's Mom had never made it down the stairs and the drone of the power tools was beginning to give me a headache. I was grateful that Jess' room was on the other side of the house. At least the noise would be slightly muffled. This body swapping was exhausting, and the bed sounded really good.

As I was making my way back to the bed from her bathroom, a felt a cool breeze emanate from the window I had not yet opened. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a tall figure and my body tensed in fear. I drug in a breath to scream out against the unfamiliar vampire in the room, only to have their cool hand clamp over my mouth before the sound could alert anyone to the sudden danger.

He spun me around and his amber eyes did nothing to calm my fears. I knew from the books that between his past and my apparent threat to his family I was looking death in the face. I thought back to the conversation from 'Midnight Sun' and realized that Jasper would feel the best course of action would be to eliminate me.

He pulled back from me, pressing one long finger to his lips. I nodded, eyes wide, my heart racing erratically. I was just waiting for him to kill me.

"Jasper." I begged. It wasn't just my life on the line. If I died, so did Jessica. She was innocent. It hardly seemed fair.

"Jasper, please." My plea fell on deaf ears as he stalked ever closer to me. I was going to die, and it was a family decision. Alice would stop Jasper if he wasn't supposed to do this. Alice was nowhere to be found. All I wanted to do was go home without screwing up the story. If I had just thought this through I would have realized that outing their secret would get me killed. I was vampire food and there was nothing I could do about it.

I know what you're thinking, but really how could this be a cliff hanger? We're only two chapters in people. This won't be a long story but I have an outline for about 10 chapters, so now the question is vampire or human for Ms. Stanley?