Lunch was interesting. Edward had a little fan...Jessica-something.

"Hi." She came up to our table, looked round nervously, and smiled at our dear Ed.

"Hello." He barely looked at her.

"So...how are you guys liking Forks?"

"Bor-ing." Emmett yawned to empathise his statement. Of course, he didn't really yawn, but 70 years of practise really pays off.

"It's nice..." Alice said. "And small." Trying to make a friend.

"Yeah," Emmett grinned. "We're, like, so down with these, um...quaint towns."

Clearly Jessica didn't know whether or not to take him seriously. We knew better. Alice shot him a look.

"Well, my name's Jessica Stanley."

"I'm Alice," she said, smiling.

"And you're Edward, right?" She pointedly ignored Alice. How rude. Rosalie thought so as well, from the coldness of the glare she gave Jessica.

"That is correct," he said, uninterestedly.

"So, um, do you, like...have a girlfriend?" She blushed slightly.

"He finally looked at her. "No. And I've been single for...a while. And I am not looking for a girlfriend in Forks."

"Oh," she said, awkwardly. "Okay." She walked away as Emmett gave a hoot of laughter. I smiled, too. Alice looked disappointed at her unfriendliness, and Rosalie just scowled in her direction.

Edward looked at Emmett. "That's not funny." He glared at him.

"Well, stay out of my mind, then," Emmett shrugged.

Coming out of the cafeteria, I overheard Jessica talking to her friend, Lauren.

"And he was so rude! He was like 'I don't want a girlfriend in Forks.' Clearly no-one here is good enough for him. Not that I care, but, y'know..."

"Yeah." Lauren nodded. "Well, Edward is gorgeous, but I prefer the blonde one...the one who looks like a rockstar or something."

I ducked my head, embarrassed, and walked quickly into the rain.

English was boring. The class was studying Rebecca. I had read 214 times. I had a first edition copy! It was a gift to Maria, from a newborn, just past the first year mark, in a hopeless attempt to get her to keep him. Since she wasn't much of a reader, she gave it to me. It was good the first 39 times...

"Jasper."

I raised my head to see my teacher looking at me. Had I done something wrong? No, she was quite calm. Dying to get home.

"Yes?"

"At your last school, had you studied this before? Have you read it?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"Well, then." She began to ask the class a series of questions. I looked out of the window to see that the rain had stopped. I liked the way the raindrops glittered from the reflection of the parking lot streetlights, so I drew the view from the window into my notebook.

"Jasper, what was the reason for-"

The bell went. We all grabbed our jackets and books and left.

One period to go.