Previously:

In a split second Rosalie lost her grip and fell aside as the garage door flung open revealing two exceptionally pissed off male vampires.

"Traitor." Emmett spat as Edward stalked over to the truck.

With one last breath I turned the keys a final time…

***

…and the truck roared to life. I gave a mental thanks to the heavens above and shifted the gear into reverse.

But the truck was slower than usual, it moved slower than Millie when it came to chores.

Edward was still coming towards me with that enraged ruby tint in his eyes.

I don't know why I did what I did next. I guess because perhaps I'm not the heroine in this story, perhaps I'm the villain.

I'm not proud to admit to it but I quickly shifted the gear into drive and slammed into Edward. He was caught off guard so instead of crushing my vehicle further, he fell back and tumbled across his silver Volvo, which was directly in front of me.

And I guess because I'm the villain I felt I had the right to smash into the Volvo as well. My car could not become anymore damaged at the front however, Edward's gleaming Volvo could not become anymore damaged at the rear once I was done with it.

I smiled to myself when I saw Edward recollect himself from the front of his Volvo, and giggled when he saw the damage; I'm sure Bella would not find his expression very attractive at that point.

His mouth gaped open, while he swung his arms around mid-air chanting colourful curses. He looked up to meet my eyes, but I was already at the top of the driveway.

In my peripheral vision I caught the sight of Rosalie, begging to Emmett. He seemed furious; his glasses were gone and he looked identical to Stephenie Meyer's version of Emmett. After he finished shouting he pulled something off of his left hand and threw it at Rosalie.

It was a ring.

His wedding ring.

She fell in a crumpled heap to the ground and picked up the gold piece of jewelry, holding it close to her heart and looked up to plead. But he turned on her and entered the Cullen Mansion.

What had I done?

I'd saved my life, but ruined Rosalie's.

Blinking away my tears, I pulled away from the house and drove.

I didn't know where I was going, since I was new and all, but soon enough I found a store, pleasant looking, called Newton's Olympic Outfitters. It sounded familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Inside the store, a blonde boy stood at the cash register, smiling as he finished attending a customer.

"Hi, I'm kind of lost, can you help me?" I smiled sweetly.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" He answered astonished.

"Well, I'm just lost, directions will do just fine." I laughed trying to overlook his peculiar reaction.

"No, no! I mean your face! It looks terrible!" He continued gob smacked.

"Excuse me?" I responded baffled; I knew I wasn't a Greek goddess or anything, but I wasn't brutally ugly!

Shame I couldn't say the same for this kid. His blonde hair was slicked back, with what I'm hoping was gel not grease, and his face had erupted into a ripple of acne.

"You must not realise. You can look at yourself in the mirror over there in the corner." He gestured to a section of the store dedicated to sports gear.

Curiously, I looked at him and slowly approached the mirror.

Disbelieving, I walked straight in front of the mirror and sighed. I noticed what he was conveying and released an ear splitting scream.

My forehead was covered in a huge, purple and yellow bruise as was my left cheek and eye, plus blood had dried at the tip of my nose. I was swollen all over.

How had I not noticed this in the car mirror?

Stupid shiny Volvo owner; (smashed Volvo now) He would pay for this.

It's probably not that serious since Carlisle had given me that all clear. I thought.

Then again he was going to eat me.

"Hey, hey, calm down." He soothed as he rushed over from the counter offering me a glass of water.

I took it graciously and sipped a little from the cup.

"I'm Mike Newton by the way." He stated, slicking his hair back further. I think he was trying to impress me.

Impressing didn't go very far, as I spat the water out, almost choking.

"What's wrong now?" He asked.

"I know you now!" I cried leaping to my feet. "You're Mike Newton!" I squealed, proudly.

"That's what I just said." He answered cautiously.

"What happened to your face?" I blurted. Honestly, I didn't mean for that to slip out. I don't think he heard as he just kept staring at me.

I remembered Mike Newton as the boy with the sweet looking face and nice build.

But this guy was just creepy look, tall, lanky and… reminded me of the given description of Eric.

"Do you like chess?" I curiously asked.

"Yes…" He answered hesitantly. "Is that a problem?"

It was as if Eric and Mike had somehow, switched personalities and appearances.

Very strange.

"Not at all. So can you help me?" I said, trying to pull a Bella flirt move, i.e. fluttering my eyelashes.

It worked well enough and he informed me he got off in five minutes, so he could lead me to Charlie's house.

When he saw my car he gasped and pointed as if I hadn't seen the damage either.

"I know Mike, it's pretty bad. " I answered in a bored fashion.

Soon enough he got into his car and drove slow enough that I could follow.

Eventually, I pulled up at the Swan residence, my heart hanging heavy in my stomach.

"HAZEL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAR?" Charlie greeted me. Hey, at least he got my name right.

Mike saw the rage implanted on Charlie's face and sped away before I could say thanks.

"Don't ask." I replied, waving a hand at me.

"I just asked! Now I'm demanding an answer." He ranted.

"Edward Cullen wanted to play hide-and-seek but I didn't know I was it." I blinked at him.

He looked at me with confusion twisted into his expression, and then shook his head.

"Just get in the house." He muttered. "How am I supposed to afford to fix this?"

"Well, who'd you buy it from?" I asked.

"Billy Black, his son Jacob fixed it up." He sighed.

"Jacob?" I said. If this were a cartoon a light bulb would flick on above my head. "Do you think he could fix it?"

"You give him a call and ask. I don't want anything to do with this. His number's on the fridge." He said and shuffled back into the house.

Excellent. As far as I could remember Jacob and Bella had a "thing" in this story. Maybe I could convince him to help me out with the Cullens, considering they were his arch enemies.

But Jacob didn't believe the truth about the Cullens till New Moon. If only I could speed things up a little.

If only…

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