A/N: I love how passionate you guys are getting! I think many of you would like to see E and J killed off lol. I have the entire story sketched out (roughly) so what happens, happens.

And yes, the plot is loosely based off a certain show …*cough cough* ;) I don't want to outright say it yet because it would give away some answers in the story. But I will undoubtedly have some spiel about it in the last chapter. It is my favourite show after all :)

Usual disclaimer applies.

March, 2012

~22~

Leaning against the bathroom sink, I manage to steady my breathing and keep my eyes dry. Angela hands me toilet paper from the nearest stall; this is not the kind of school that keeps Kleenex in the bathrooms, and I dry the remaining tears on my face.

I haven't felt this vulnerable in a long time, and I'm really not enjoying the fact that there is someone to witness it. At least it's just Angela, one of the nicest people I've had the chance to know.

I'm a pretty proud person. I don't enjoy asking people for help, and most of the time I don't. If I can't do something on my own, I figure out a way to do it on my own. No exceptions. And this is why I have so much difficulty, why it is almost impossible, when I ask Angela, "Can you…do you know what happened?"

My eyes look up to meet hers, and all I can see in the crystal blue is compassion. She gives me a sad, little smile before nodding her head. "Ben got the story from Eric."

Angela goes on to explain that Jessica Stanley stuck her foot out to trip me at the same time as Maria Soparlo pushed her foot hard into the back of my left knee. Lucking, Jasper Hale was not too far off and saw what happened.

"He was checking you out. Looking at your head, you know, by the time everyone got there. Stanley and Soparlo were long gone by that point. Then Edward came storming through, pushing people out of the way, and grabbed Jasper. I think that was about the time you woke up, right?"

I nod. So Edward must have really thought Jasper had hurt me.

Why did he care?

Why did Jasper care?

Ugh. My head hurts too much for this.

~SW~

The office has agreed to let me go home early, given the goose egg on the back of my head, and I couldn't be more relieved.

My goal is to load up on painkillers and grab a nap on the sofa until Dad arrives. Hopefully I am better by that time. I know that I am going to end up telling Dad what happened, at least that I "tripped", and I want to feel and look as healthy as possible when I do. Dad doesn't need anything else to worry about.

~SW~

A vibrating under my pillow startles me awake.

A text.

Opening up my three-year-old cell phone, one I am sufficiently proud of for still having amidst all of the Blackberrys and IPhones, I read the text. It's from Angela, who probably got my number from Ben.

Bella, after you left more shit went down. Everyone thinks Edward and Jasper are fighting over you, or something, and Lauren broke up with Edward over it. Thought you should know before battling the wolves tomorrow. – Angela.

I drop my phone to my stomach, lean my head back onto the sofa, and let out a raucous laugh.

First of all, it serves Edward right. Secondly, I'm pretty sure the school couldn't have gotten it more wrong if they tried.

School should be interesting tomorrow to say the least.