Sorry about the short chapter and the long wait! I've been either sick or busy with sports and homework, but there's really no between. I think I'll be back to my weekly update schedule. If not, I'll be updating abut every two to three weeks at the least. Anyways, I just wanted to upload something before I got sidetracked by the new Walking Dead episode tonight ;)

Thank you to lytebrytehybrid88 and Rain girl 19 for reviewing the last chapter!

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School.

School,

School,

School.

It was quite an odd word, if you really thought about it. The more times you said it, the more it started to sound like cool, which it most definitely was not, or just plain old started to sound like a nonexistent word. It was possibly because every word started to sound fictitious if you repeated it enough times, but I had come to the conclusion it was just because it was the word school.

I had walked down the halls of Forks High with my hands stuck sloppily in the pockets of my blue jeans when I saw her. Skipping the length of the hall daintily, she was a piece of precious porcelain set carefully among stones. Her ponytail a bronze, lustrous half-crescent down the bare back showing through her shirt. If I had been at my old school, she would have been called a slut, or maybe she would have been popular.

"Bianca!" Her step quickened to meet me where I stood in the hall. In truth, I had looked like a garbage can next to her. That was probably why everyone had looked back at us as they moseyed to their next class. I could practically see what they thought: why is she talking to her?

I also was not in the mood to talk to the girl, agonizingly enough. I had figured that she went to the school once or twice, but never really thought about the possibility of actually facing her, or what I would say. On the other hand, I had also thought that she would be a complete bitch to me, but I was not going to complain about her being nice. I took what I got, and did not get upset.

"Nessie," I said enthusiastically. "Hey."

She stopped in front of me so fast I hardly saw her move to steady herself. I was shocked for a moment, and look at her just so, but then I realize she is a vampire. If there was anything I remembered from my late-night searches on vampires and werewolves, it was that they were apparently unnaturally graceful.

"Hey, how are you doing?" She asked innocently. I could not tell if it was malicious or simply innocent; her face was a mask of feigned innocence.

"—How are things with Jacob?"

That had been the key question I was searching her face for. Her bell-filled sweet, innocently envious chirp penetrated my ears like honey and vinegar. She was not simply asking a question, but inquiring about whether her advice had wrecked my relationship, or whatever we were considered. It was shown through her chocolate-filled eyes as she stared at me questioningly.

The thing Nessie had not realized was that two could play the game of feigning innocence, though.

"Great! We went on a date, actually," I said with a forced smile.

"Oh that's great!" Renesmee forced a smile, just as I had. "Why did you choose to transfer here, though? I'm just asking."

I had not really thought about why I wanted to come to Forks High instead of La Push High. It was mostly a scenery change, and maybe partly because I wanted to be in town. It may have even been that nobody knew me or of me here. I truthfully had not known why I had wanted to come here, but I was adamant in insisting I go to this school instead of the one on the reservation. It was a simple choice, but yet one that I had not expected to land me here and now in my situation. What had I expected, though?

I swallowed a sarcastic quip, biting my tongue in hopes that it wouldn't slip. "I wanted a change in scenery."

Her coral lips rose a bit, hardly enough for amusement, but just enough for pleasantries. They were a luxury that were hardly displayed anymore, especially among girls. I let a smile grace my lips. They rose just enough to be considered polite, but definitely not high enough to be considered genuine. I liked it that way; it made it seem like I didn't care that this beautiful girl was standing in front of me, not trying to swallow her every envy and thought and word as I was. It made me seem innocent, nice enough to talk to this girl with no anger, no confusion that I was pushing to the back of my mind in handfuls.

The truth laid in that mutual smile we shared. The one thing defined our relationship, and the faux words and actions we exchanged by the dozens.

"Would you like to come over my house tonight?" I heard suddenly. I looked back and forth, as if someone might come out of the shadows and reply to Nessie's question, but nobody came.

I paused as she looked at me expectantly. I didn't know much about vampires, but I knew for a fact they killed humans. Especially annoying, boyfriend-stealing, little humans like me. The kinds of humans that a regular girl would want to beat up in real life, someone like Nessie could kill. And I was almost sure I was one of those girls.

It was rude to say no to a polite offer. I had been taught that from the time I could talk; it was one of the many idiotic lessons my mother had instilled in me every single day of my life. I would have been an imbecile to even imagine saying yes to Nessie's offer, and idiots tended to die. I had seen enough horror movies to know that making the risky decision usually resulted in death. I had probably been thinking too much about the situation at the time, but wasn't that better than giving it no thought at all? I thought so.

I stumbled over my words and all that came from my mouth was a quite attractive-sounding "Y'now" I regained myself, straightened my posture and stared straight into her chocolatey eyes—

"I have to do something with Jacob tonight."

Bingo.

Her face changed, that smile that said so much changing into a potent sneer. I had not meant to say anything to her— it had been an accident. I wished I could have paused the situation and taken his name back, but at the same time, a fire in soul pounded with ferocity. I was the cause of this powerful, beautiful girl's envy. I was the target of it, and for some reason, that made me proud.

"Here's a pass," she ground out, slamming a blue slip into my flexing palm.

My heart dropped and I froze in place as Nessie walked away from me, face redder than I had ever seen.

Why would she keep me from getting a detention if she really hated me that much?