Chapter Three

As promised, here is another update.

Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight but I do own the plotline and Sandy.

Sandy POV

After lunch (and revisiting painful memories), I had PE. I still had no idea what I was thinking when I chose to take it. I hadn't even thought A level PE was available but, lo and behold, our school offered it. I figured I needed an option that could balance out the extensive work of the other subjects I was taking. Something insane had possessed me to take three A levels then an AS on the side (English Language). So I changed into my electric blue shorts and white tank top, slipped on my trainers and pulled my just-below-the-shoulder length hair into a ponytail. I liked my outfit; it made my slightly tanned skin look even more tanned. As it 'summer', we had to go outdoors for PE. It wasn't even sunny but the teachers assumed because it wasn't chucking it down with rain that it was suitable weather. At least it was warm enough which was as good as it got for English summertime, generally. Most of the group were already assembled, including Rosalie Hale. I noticed her standing by herself but everyone was glaring at her enviously and I could see why. She was wearing a deep red t-shirt that had a v-neck and black shorts with pure white trainers. Her gorgeous, long blonde hair was plaited down her back. How did someone wearing such simple clothes manage to look like a freaking supermodel? I did notice that she wasn't sucking up the attention like Michelle would have done although she didn't seem uncomfortable with all the staring. It was more like she didn't particularly care. She did look a little intimidating though.

"Alright, pair up and go through the drills from last time. Whoever's with Hale – fill her in!" the PE teacher, Miss Carlton, ordered loudly. She was lean, muscled and quite tall. She had brown hair with blonde highlights and she was quite tanned. I would say it was because of all the teaching she did outside but it wasn't as though England got that much sunshine. Like a stereotypical PE teacher, she wore tracksuit bottoms and a plain t-shirt and her hair was in a high ponytail. She called everyone by their last names and had a severe frown on her face all the bloody time. We held a mutual hatred with each other but that was nothing special. She hated everyone and every student hated her. She was glaring at Rosalie who looked affronted. I decided to save her from the wrath of Miss Carlton (who was probably jealous) and approached cautiously.

"Hey, I'm Alessandria but you can call me Sandy," I introduced myself and Rosalie smiled at me and stuck out her hand. I shook it.

"Hello Sandy, I'm Rosalie but please call me Rose. Is Alessandria like the Italian city?" she asked and I grinned as we grabbed hockey sticks. I noticed her American accent. Hm, Michelle failed to mention that but what did it matter?

"Yeah, I'm full of sunshine," I joked. "It was my mum's favourite place on Earth," I told her and she nodded with a frown on her face.

"You said 'was' . . ." she trailed off uncertainly and I was hit with a torrent of pain. I was such an idiot. I was normally so careful. I didn't want people's sympathy so I normally just didn't mention my parents. I sighed. "Yeah, my parents died a few years ago. I lived with my grandparents in Carlisle until we moved here and I fell in love with it. As soon as I turned eighteen, I moved out because I knew they were struggling to keep me. I used some of my inheritance to buy a reasonable flat and I've lived there ever since," I explained, surprising myself and, judging by her expression, Rose too.

"I'm really sorry," she said as we stood across from each other and began the drills. Rose learned fast, I only had to show her them once. I shrugged but was struck with the sudden need to talk.

"Yeah, it was rather strange. I wasn't there; I was out shopping with a friend. When I got home there were police cars everywhere and an ambulance. But I didn't see my parents until the funeral. The strangest thing was the way that they died. The coroner said their blood had been drained and there were identical bite marks on both of their necks. I've never heard of anything like that," I said and saw Rose temporarily tense up but she snapped back just in time to hit the ball back in my direction. I was confused at her reaction but shrugged it off. It wasn't every day someone heard that kind of story and she was probably as startled as I was by it. It was a weird case. We continued on to talking about less morbid topics and found a mutual interest in cars and designers. Despite my A levels, I wanted to be a fashion designer. Rose insisted on seeing some of the things I'd drawn and I grudgingly agreed. No one knew about my dreams of becoming a fashion designer (except Lance but he'd found out by snooping through my room) but not Rose did. She was bloody good.

Rose POV

Her parents were killed by vampires. And she didn't know, I was certain of it. I had almost turned into a statue when she'd revealed the information about the bite marks but quickly righted myself and she seemed to think nothing of it which was good. I didn't need her thinking I was weird right away. We changed the conversation to lighter topics but I continued to dwell on the previous one. She would not accept who we were if she found out what had killed her parents. There was no way she could find out our secret and not know what had caused the death of her parents. She was not a stupid girl, that I knew, but I think the impossibility of vampires existing, let alone killing her parents, was too hard to comprehend and she didn't consider it an option. But when (and not if – she would definitely know) she found out we were vampires, everything would connect for her. I knew it. And it would not go down well. Great, I finally made a human friend that I didn't hate that would get along with my family and not be desperate to join the world of immortals and she would completely hate me. I didn't know which was worse: Bella with her insistence on becoming an immortal and her 'blatant lack of respect for mortality' or knowing that a human I actually liked and wanted around would one day find out that my kind had killed her parents and want to be as far from me as possible. Karma's a real bitch. Oh God, Jasper. I'd seen Edward's expression and heard his words at lunch . . . he knew. He'd heard her thinking about it, that's why she was depressed. And now I knew. When would Jasper find out? Would Jasper find out? Should I tell him? Should Edward tell him? Would he find out for himself? I couldn't hide it from him forever. It's not easy hiding something from an empath when they can feel your evasiveness. These queries buzzed rapidly through my head like irritating flies as I heard Sandy finally agree to show me her sketches. I was relieved to have something else to focus on and put on a smirk of victory, turning my full attention to the hockey drills that I'd already memorised. But, let me tell you, it sure as hell wasn't easy.

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I screeched and threw my phone onto the ground violently. It smashed into tiny pieces but I didn't care. I was absolutely fuming.