Wednesday night we all had the study session that Jasper and I had planned at my house. We were all sprawled out on the floor in a circle, with all of our books in the middle, as well as a few pizza boxes and several empty soda bottles.

"Since when did we learn quadratic equations?" Edward asked incredulously.

"I don't think we ever did," Emmett agreed with him.

"I did them in the eighth grade. I think I still have the book around somewhere. I'll have a look," I said.

I got up and looked in the box of school things that I brought from Forks. I found my maths book. It was the one with all the pictures of me and Jasper on it. At themeparks, at birthdays, in the truck and at school.

I flipped through the book and stopped when I saw a page. I bent over in a fit of hysterical laughter and Jasper peeked over my shoulder at what I was laughing at and he started laughing too.

"I remember that! Best maths lesson of my life."

Alice looked at the picture and even turned it upside down. "I don't get it. What's so funny about it?"

"Lauren Mallory was being a stuck-up bitch to Jasper and called him gay. Fortunately for her, I wasn't near when she said it, or else she'd need plastic surgery. Then he told me about it in maths and I drew a picture to make him happy again, but then he added Lauren in it and then I drew devil horns on her. Then I drew a picture of me and Jasper, both with fangs, beating her up. Then Angela Weber looked at it and drew a big heart with her name and Ben's name in it. Then the book ended up getting passed around the whole class, landing on the teacher's desk, and the teacher put a stamp on the page and handed it back to me. It was so funny. The teacher didn't even care that we drew us beating up a student, someone drew obscene things that later got crossed out. Best maths lesson ever."

"What ever happened to Lauren?" Jasper wondered.

"She started dating Tyler Crowley, got knocked up and dropped out of school," I answered.

My phone buzzed with a new message.

"Hey, I got a message from Angela."

call me. bad news.

"She wants me to call her. Something's wrong."

I flipped through my phone and dialled Angela's number.

"Bella!" Angela exclaimed.

"Hey Ange, what's wrong?"

"Are you doing anything important right now?" Angela asked, her voice teary.

"I'm studying for finals with Jasper and my other friends."

"Jasper?"

"Yeah, long story. He moved to Lewiston. What's up?"

"It's Mike. He attempted suicide and is in a coma.. We don't know why he tried. We think it might have had something to do with you leaving. Can you please come and see him? It's the only way he'll ever get better."

My hand flew up to my mouth and tears spilled out of my eyes. They all crowded around me.

"I don't know if I'd be able to get back to Forks. It'd take too long to drive, and I can't afford a plane ticket."

"They don't know when he's going to wake up, but they want to put him in a medically induced coma when he comes out of it so that he'll heal better."

"Okay. I'll have to tell Charlie that I have to go back to Forks for a while. I don't know when I'll be able to leave. I should be able to go tomorrow."

"Okay, just think about it. Bye Bella."

"Bye Ange."

I hung up and more tears spilled out of my eyes. I broke down and started crying.

"What happened?" Jasper asked me, putting his hand on my back.

"Mike attempted suicide and he's in hospital in Forks." I broke down again.

"Oh, Bella, that's terrible!" Alice cried. I held onto Jasper tight and just cried.

* * * * *

Charlie let me leave for Forks the next morning, and Jasper insisted on coming.

"Mike was sort of my friend as well. Besides, there's something else I want to do in Forks." I had no clue what he was talking about, but I didn't try to stop him.

At 6am, Jasper and I were driving through Lewiston in my car, because it could go faster than 55 miles.

We had to swap drivers a few times, but the only actual stop we made was in Seattle. We stopped at MacDonalds for dinner, but neither of us could eat.

"I just feel really bad. Eating would make me sick."

"It wasn't your fault Bella," Jasper tried to convince me.

"He always looked happy when I lived in Forks, but I saw him the day I left. He seriously looked depressed. It was my fault."

"Come on, let's keep driving. I'll drive if you want." Jasper took my hand and lead me back to the car.

We didn't stop until we reached Forks.

* * * * *

It wasn't hard to find Angela's house; after Jasper left, it sort of became my second home. I text her as we got to Forks.

just reached forks. b there soon. brought jasper.

She replied back almost straight away.

ok. c u then

We pulled into her driveway and the porch light came on. Angela stepped out and waited up there for us. It was raining as usual. Jasper and I got out of the car.

"I'd forgotten just how cold and wet Forks is," he grumbled and I had to laugh at him.

"Bella! You made it," Angela exclaimed, excited.

"We left this morning and kept swapping drivers until we got to Seattle a couple of hours ago."

"Come in, it's cold and wet out there." Angela pulled us in to her house. Jasper's phone started beeping almost continuously.

"They all text me. Not enough just to send one text from one phone."

Next thing you know, my phone beeps four times.

"Same here. Alice, Edward, Emmett and Rosalie."

"Did Alice's message say 'Good luck, be safe and call me if you can't match your clothes'?"

I sighed. "Yep."

Jasper chuckled. "She's insane."

Angela cleared her throat. "So, how are you guys?"

"Stressed. You wouldn't believe what's happened since I've been in Lewiston. First I find Jasper, get extremely intoxicated, have a scare, then Jasper ends up in hospital and now this."

"Wow, so much has happened. Why were you in hospital Jasper?"

"I was in a car accident. In a coma for a few hours and I got out on Tuesday."

"Wow. Since you've been gone Bella, I have done nothing."

I yawned. "Sorry, I'm just really tired. I had to cram and cram hard last night if I was going to come here today."

"Oh, it's alright. We made up the guest room for you guys. You know where it is, Bella."

I took Jasper's hand and hauled my bag upstairs to the guest room. I went into Angela's bathroom and changed into my pyjamas. Jasper was staring at me when I came out.

"What?"

"Did you know that you're gorgeous?"

I rolled my eyes. "Please. If you think that I'm gorgeous, you should look in the mirror."

I got into the bed and then Jasper came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of sweats and no shirt.

"I looked in the mirror. Nothing special."

"Well, I looked in the mirror and to be frank, I thought that I looked quite plain."

Jasper rolled his eyes and got into the bed, pulling me into a hug.

"Don't you dare call yourself plain," he growled in my ear.

I snuggled into the bed, a wry smile on my face. He gave me a strange look and turned off the light.

* * * * *

We arrived at the hospital and Jessica and Mike's parents were talking outside the doors. Jessica saw me and waved me over to talk.

"Hey Bella. Long time no see. How's Lewiston?"

"It's good thanks Jess. How's everyone around here."

She sighed. "It used to be good, and I don't think that anyone really noticed how Mike really was, but this has totally opened our eyes to how it is now."

"I feel terrible. As soon as I got the call I started packing. You never think about how bad suicide is until it hits close home, do you?"

"I know that none of us would have thought that it would affect him this way."

"Come on, we'd better go in," I said, walking towards the doors.

Jasper followed as Jessica lead us to Mike's room.

"He woke up about half an hour ago. He's still fragile, but I think that the worst is over now."

I opened the door and walked in. Mike was pale and surrounded by all of my old friends - and enemies.

Lauren turned her head towards us when we walked in. "Well well, look who it is. It's the reason that we're all in this mess."

I felt my temper flare up. "At least I still have a life Lauren. You weren't even born with one. And if you keep up the snide comments, I'll turn straight back around and leave Forks forever. Then what'll Mike do?"

Lauren's face was shocked as I bit back. Normally, I'd just try to ignore her, but this time I was really furious. Her eyes zeroed in on Jasper, and Jasper's eyes narrowed at her.

"Who invited the intruder?" she asked loudly.

"More like 'Who invited the slut?'" Jasper replied. Lauren's mouth fell open and her fists balled up by her side.

"if you want to go, stranger, then let's go right now."

"I know your name, Lauren. You probably won't remember mine. It's time for payback from Jasper Hale." He rolled up his sleeve and slapped her face.

"Jasper, stop it," I warned in a low voice, "Remember the saying 'Don't make a fist unless it's your fight'? It's not your fight. It's mine."

Jasper backed away and then strode out the door. I walked out with him and didn't go back into the room. So much for seeing Mike.

We got in the car and Jasper drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I can't believe her," I exclaimed, "we drove all the way to see how Mike was and she ruins it by being a whore and fighting with us."

"She didn't even remember me. She called me names and teased me all through my school years here. That was the only good reason about leaving."

"She called me a dyke up until I left. Especially after you left."

"Well, not anymore."

We kept on driving in silence.

* * * * *

We pulled up near my old house. So many memories remained. I noticed that there was an open house at it today, so I thought that was where he was going. But he stopped short and walked up the pathway. I just then realised what he was doing.

He was visiting his mom.

He took a deep breath and then knocked on the door. A woman in her mid forties opened the door.

"Yes?" she asked expectantly.

Jasper was frozen. It looked permanent. I had to speak for him.

"May we come inside?" I asked. She opened the door wider and let us in, looking at us carefully, making sure we didn't steal anything.

"How can I help you? Can I get you something to drink?" she asked once we were seated. I looked at Jasper.

"No thanks, we'll be alright," I answered for Jasper.

She sat down nervously in an armchair I vaguely remembered from my early teens.

"How can I help you?" she asked. I nudged Jasper. He cleared his throat and then began.

"So many years ago, I don't know how many, I was taken away from my mother. My father took me away in the middle of the night and I have never seen her again. Can you help me find her? My name is Jasper Hale."

Marianne's eyes were filled with tears. They both stood up and embraced each other.

"It's been too long, sweetheart. Why didn't you come and see me?"

"Jen and Dad wouldn't let me."

Marianne's face soured. "I heard about her."

"She's alright. But now I have a step sister my age. She's alright too, but can be a cow sometimes."

Marianne hugged Jasper again. "How long are you going to be staying in Forks?"

"We're leaving tomorrow morning. If Jasper had told me that he wanted to see you, we probably would have come here yesterday. But we weren't planning on staying in Forks long."

"At least stay for dinner then. Or go and get your things and stay here the night."

I looked at Jasper. "What do you reckon?"

He nodded. "Alright. Let's go and get our stuff from the Weber's."

Marianne told us to hurry back and we left the house, ready to start one of our biggest voyages yet.

* * * * *

I remembered eating Marianne's roast dinners as a child, and I'd almost forgotten the intense flavours of it.

"You have to teach me how to cook that," I pleaded her. "I haven't had it for so long, and I'm sure that after this visit, it'll be all that I crave."

"I'll teach you next time you come down."

Jasper was busy texting on his phone, and it looked like something had happened or was happening.

"Bella, can I talk to you in the living room for a second?" he asked me.

I followed him nervously out to the living room.

"What is it?"

"Rosalie checked your mail today, and there was something in there from the abortion clinic. I don't know what it said, because Rosalie won't tell me, but you'd better call her, it sounded pretty urgent."

I started worrying. I had no idea what could be going on. Rosalie never said anything about needing check up visits or anything like that, so what could be the problem?

I dialled Rosalie's cell number. She picked up on the second ring.

"Bella! Did Jasper tell you?"

"Yeah, you've got me really worried now. What's wrong?"

"They think that you were going to have twins."

"Yeah, but it shouldn't matter now, because it's all been taken care of."

"Not all of it. They only took care of one. And they can't do it a second time. I'm so sorry Bella."

I got angry now. "Well why didn't they take the other one out? If they saw it, they should have gotten it out!"

"They thought it might have been one of your vital organs, but I have no idea why they wouldn't take it out. Have you been feeling sick lately?"

I remembered back to the last few days. I threw up this morning, but I blamed it on nerves and worry. I couldn't eat on Friday night, but then I just ate almost half a chicken. Could I still be?

"I don't know. I'll talk to you when we get back. We're staying at Jasper's mom's place tonight."

Rosalie's voice went up almost an octave. "Really? That's so good that you found her!"

"Yeah, I thought that she'd moved out, but it turns out she'd still been living next door to me, as always."

"Alright. Have a nice night and I'll see you when you get home."

"Okay. Bye."

I hung up the phone, a blank look on my face.

"What's wrong? And you have to tell me this time," Jasper urged.

I looked him square in the face. "They think I'm still pregnant."