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AN: I am not feeling too well today so I'm staying home and writing. This is the third chapter I've posted today! Woohoo. Maybe getting sick does have a purpose. Lol. Please read and review. It'd make me feel better ;) (Of course I'm not guilt-ing you into it…)

(Sister Hazel/ The Cure/ The White Stripes)

BPOV

I can't believe I just had a breakdown in public… in front of Edward Cullen. I haven't said anything about Zach since(See hopeisabluebird. I do listen!) he died. I have thought about him constantly but I have never uttered one word about him or what happened that day to anyone. And boom! Edward asks about my locket and I lose it. I tried not to. I really did but I hadn't been prepared for the question.

No one had mentioned it at all since my arrival in Forks which was okay with me, actually it was preferable but I knew Edward was asking because he actually cared. It's amazing the difference that makes. I didn't know why but I could tell that he did care if only because we were friends. When I told him my deepest secret; that I thought my brothers death was my fault it brought all of my repressed pain back ten fold.

When I had stopped hyperventilating long enough to realize where I was and more importantly who I was talking to I almost started crying again. The shame was insurmountable and I cried not only because the memories of Zach were floating around but also because I was scared of how Edward would react. I was broken and I was starting to wonder if I would ever be able whole again. I was afraid he wouldn't want to denote the amount of time and energy a friendship with me would take now that he knew the extent of it. But he just hugged me once more, asked for the check, and walked me out to the car after giving me his jacket because I had left mine at my house not thinking we would be gone so late. He didn't say another word about Zach and he never once let go of my hand the entire ride back to Forks. If he lives a hundred years he would never know how much I appreciated that.

APOV

Something had happened in Seattle after I had left. I knew it but I didn't know what and it was driving me towards the brink of insanity. This morning when Edward had picked me up for school Emmett had been discussing 'Operation Set Mikey Straight' and there was not even one eye roll from the unnaturally cooperative occupant of the drivers seat. He actually seemed to have a kind of renewed zeal for the plan. That is when he wasn't lost in his thoughts. He drove in silence for most of the ride with a glazed over look in his eyes and sometimes he would releases a small grin seemingly unconscious as it was. I wanted to ask him about it so so bad but I knew he wouldn't tell me anyways so I just sat back watching.

When we arrived at school I bounced over to Bella's locker as per usual but I stopped and had to give her a look because she was wearing Edward's jacket!

She blushed when she saw what I was staring at and cleared her throat.

"I didn't have a jacket so Edward leant me his because it was cold." She explained hurriedly.

That made sense. It was definitely something he would do. He was quite the gentleman but that didn't explain why…

"Okay. But why are you still wearing it?"

Her blush grew deeper and she lowered her head so there was a curtain of hair between us. That wouldn't work with me missy!

"Bella!"

She reflexively looked up and I caught the guilty/I've just been caught look before she smoothed her facial expression and rolled her eyes.

"I brought it to bring it back to him today."

Did she really think I was that gullible?

"That's all fine and good." I huffed. "But why are you wearing it?"

She glared at me and I continued to stare at her, eyebrows raised accusingly, daring her to lie.

"Because it's warm. God Alice!"

I huffed once again. She was so stubborn. But then I saw what else she was wearing and my eyes lit up. She was wearing one of the sweaters I had picked out for her; a dark blue sweater that hung slightly off the shoulders. It looked fabulous with her dark curls and big brown eyes but she had vehemently declared it was too low cut. It showed hardly nothing but "Hardly nothing" was still more than Bella was used to showing. I had made her promise to wear it at least once but I hadn't been sure if she would do so willingly or if I would have to use force. I clapped, showing my enthusiasm and linked my arm in hers. She just moaned, guessing the source of my new excitement.

"It's just a sweater Alice!"

I pouted but her cynicism wasn't enough to keep the smile off of my face for long. She could complain all she wanted; she was still wearing the sweater!

"It is a beautiful designer sweater that looks marvelous on you and you're happy to wear it." I stated plainly and then nudged her with my elbow.

"Admit it!"

She laughed and I beamed. There was hope for the one yet!

"Yes Alice. This sweater" She unwrapped her arm from mine to motion grandly at the sweater. "Is really going to change my life. I can feel it."

I giggled and hugged her.

"Never underestimate the effect a well chosen outfit can have Bella. Never!"She rolled her eyes at me and I waved, walking off to my first hour class.

This was my only class with Emmett and he had already saved me a seat. I rushed over and plopped myself into the chair beside him. I was anxious to tell him all about Bella wearing the sweater I had picked out for her of her own free will. But he was distracted, staring at something with a blank look on his face. Every once in a while he would narrow his eyes ever so slightly for a moment before smoothing his expression and chuckling quietly to himself.

I curiously followed his gaze to see Mike Newton shifting uneasily in his chair a few rows over.

I giggled. Emmett had been having such a good time with his newly acquired knowledge. Every time Mike shot a nervous glance back at Emmett he would narrow his eyes at him and Mike would jerk his head back to the front of the classroom. Emmett would smooth his features and chuckle to himself, apparently very entertained and slightly proud of himself.

The teacher began a lecture that could put anyone to sleep so I stared at Mike. I knew he wasn't afraid of me, not that he didn't have reason to be, but I figured in his current state of panic any added attention would freak him out. So next time Mike looked back Emmett narrowed his eyes just like he had been since the beginning of class and I crossed my eyes at him. He jerked his head back to the front of the room with a look of panic and Emmett looked at me appreciatively. I couldn't contain the small giggle that escaped my lips.

Mike, seemingly unable to stop his actions, turned once more to look at us and Emmett, never one to be outdone bared his teeth at him. Mike turned a few more shades of pallid and gulped. I full out laughed at that one but was cut off by the horrified shriek of the teacher.

"Did you just show him your teeth Mr. Cullen?!"

He looked positively appalled but Emmett just chuckled once more and then look to the teacher with a look of such innocence I might just have believed him.

"No sir!" he said in fake offense. "I was just trying to tell him he had something in his teeth!"

Oh that was just too good. I stifled my giggle and gave the teacher my own innocent look, which was pretty dang convincing if you asked me.

"Really Sir." I addressed the teacher and Emmett shot my a grin which I didn't acknowledge. "It's quite obvious."

I looked over to Mike and pointed with the tip of my finger to my own teeth.

"Right there Mike… no…no… more to the left." I administered as he futilely tried to ride himself of the imaginary offense.

Everyone shifted in their seats and craned their necks to see and I heard laughter from a couple of them as they discussed the non existent chunk of whatever it was they thought they saw there.

Emmett's booming laughter broke through the recent noise of the classroom and I saw Mike flinch.

"Really buddy! What'd ya have for breakfast?"

There were a few more peels of laughter and a few more loud guesses as to what he did, indeed eat that morning.

"Alright class!"

Everyone quieted down as the teacher attempted to gain back control of his classroom, although I saw him glance over at Mike himself curiously before the hour was up.

Emmett slid a note across the desk to me and I giggled.

THAT WAS AWESOME

I wrote back quickly and slid it over the adjoined desks at him.

SO MUCH FUN! BUT THERE HAS TO BE MORE TO 'OSMS.' WHAT ELSE YA GOT?

He looked at me with a cocky grin before jotting something else down.

OH I HAVE IT COVERED. EDWARD IS MORE THAN WILLING TO COTINUE HIS DEFENCE(WHAT'S GOING ON THERE BY THE WAY???) AND ME AND ROSE ARE GOING TO HAVE SOME FUN WITH MIKEY AFTER SCHOOL

I didn't even look at him to gage his reaction as I slid another note across.

what do you have planned?? I want to help! Please! And I have no idea what's going on with those two but they'll have to tell us sooner or later. Hopefully Edward is done with his denial. Finally!

He chuckled.

NOPE. THIS ONE IS ALL ME… AND ROSALIE.

I pouted but I must admit I was intrigued.

(AN: So anyone else intrigued? Lol! I really liked this chapter for some reason and thanks so much for everyone that has been diligently reviewing. I love you all! I am still taking advice for freaking Mike out. I'm writing the next chapter now so review if you read it and depending on how many reviews I get I may add it today! )