A/N: Just a little heads up, I have an exam every day this week (including today - Geography). Anyway, (if you're reading any of my other stories) this means that most likely, this will be the only fic I update during the week. Over the weekend I'll probably go mad and update all of them ;)

Bella:

Once we arrive at the building in Seattle, I'm lead into a large room. There's a big open space, with some barriers in front of a raised platform. On the platform there's a long desk, with a few chairs behind it. All along the walls of the room, there are posters of the front cover of the book. There are even some copies of the book arranged in front of the desk.

Everything is still so surreal to me. In a good way, though.

"What do you do if any questions about your personal life are asked?" John tests me.

"I try to deflect the question back to the book and be evasive," I answer as I've been taught. I know that now, but putting it into practise is going to be much harder. "What's the betting they've all seen the picture of Edward and me against the car?" I mutter sarcastically.

"I'm here. Just kick my foot if you want assistance with a question," John reassures me. It calms me, but just a little.

Soon, the room starts filling with people. Some have cameras, others have mini tape recorders, and I even spot a couple of people clutching copies of my book. I didn't expect there to be quite as many people.

"Thank you all for coming," I begin my speech and stand up from the desk. At the back of the room I spot the man filming me – this is being broadcast live. "I'm Isabella Swan, author of Twinkling Game. I'm here today to answer any questions anyone has, but there's an announcement I'd like to make first." I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself. This is insanely nerve-wracking. "I'm currently in the process of writing a sequel to Twinkling Game." At this announcement, the room becomes alive with the buzz of people talking.

I take my seat once again, my small speech over. I vaguely hear John tell people that they may now start asking questions. A flurry of hands instantly shoot up, and I look to John to choose a person first.

"Hello Miss Swan, my name's David. I work for Washington Post. Have you decided on a name for this second book?" A man, with a camera, asks.

"As of yet, no," I smile towards him, leaning towards the small microphone on the desk. "The idea actually came to me last night. So far only the first chapter has been written."

More questions of a similar nature follow, all about my most recent announcement. For which I'm thankful.

"Is it true you're in a relationship with Edward Cullen, and have just moved into his house?" A woman near the back of the room calls out, slowly moving towards the front. "There have been some very…informative pictures." The woman smiles a very sickly sweet smile.

"If they're as informative as you claim, you should have you answer," I reply, hoping to sound confident.

"Are you confirming it?" The woman presses.

"I'm sorry; I never caught your name?" I deflect smoothly.

"Lauren Mallory, I work for Forks Weekly," Lauren replies. I just nod in response. "There are even some rumours that you're pregnant?" she asks, smirking.

"I was worried this dress was going to make me look fat," I joke, hearing a couple of laughs from other people present. I even see John smiling.

"Did you know Edward Cullen was dating a Miss Jessica Stanley before? Wait, of course you did. You used to be Miss Stanley's teacher. But, your apparent closeness to Mr Cullen eventually ended that relationship," Lauren says. Now this is just getting ridiculous.

"Are you basing this story on facts or rumours?" I ask through clenched teeth.

"Is it true or false?" Lauren replies.

"Rumours can be very misleading," I respond, trying to remain polite. "Any other questions?" I ask, praying for a change of topic.

"Are you dating anyone at the moment?" A man at the back of the room shouts out.

"Any questions relevant to the book?" John replies before I get chance to say anything.

"Did you boyfriend give you inspiration for the novel? Or its sequel?" Lauren asks. I thought she went?

As Lauren moves forward, I get a better view of her. I know her. I recognise her. She…she was a student. At Forks High. But I didn't teach her.

I do, however, recall her being close friends with someone I did teach.

Jessica.

A/N: Opinions on Jessica's motives? :O

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