Usual disclaimer applies.
March, 2012
~23~
Lying in bed that night, I make a survival plan for the next few days.
The students at Forks High are going to take this "development" in one of two ways. Some of them are going to think me untouchable, leave me alone, because I'm somehow under Jasper or Edward's protection. They may even want to be friends with me to get an in to the East-Enders.
These people are idiots.
Students who feel loyal to Lauren, Jessica, or Maria will want to hunt me down. They will want to make me pay for taking away their precious Jasper or Edward, for seducing them to my cause, and these girls do not play nicely.
I may have a bit more trouble with the second group.
So I plan to stay close to Angela and Ben, or Sam for that matter, even if he doesn't like it. I am not going to be pushed out of my school, fear going there every day.
If these bitches want to play, let them.
~SW~
School on Tuesday is much like I predicted. While a great deal of the student body is moving out of my way when I pass, waving to me in the hallways, acting like they are my best friend, there is that small, potent group of girls starring daggers at me wherever I go.
The only people I hadn't accounted for when I thought through what school would be like today is Edward and Jasper themselves.
It's almost like Jasper is waiting for me when I first pull into the parking lot.
"Bella! Bella, how is your head? I didn't get a chance to talk to you yesterday after…"
"It's fine Jasper."
With those three words I leave him standing in the lot, staring after me as I go.
~SW~
I can see Edward now, sitting with all of his friends at that table, acting much like he had the day before, the week before. He is his jovial self. He slaps Jasper on the back, laughing, after an undoubtedly funny joke or story is told.
Too bad I know now that it is all an act. Edward and Jasper are definitely not that happy with each other and I doubt Edward's breakup with Lauren is affecting him so little.
I wonder how much of Edward Cullen is an act to begin with.
Ben and Angela's conversation next to me stirs me out of my reverie.
"Yeah, apparently it's going to be big. You know how huge the Cullen's estate is." Ben says.
"What's going on?" I question.
"Oh. The Cullen's are having a huge party this Saturday, you know, a spring party. I heard they're getting massive tents in case it rains, and are catering for like 300 people or something." Ben explains.
Well that's interesting. It might be the perfect opportunity to snoop around the house, maybe even confront Carlisle if I can get the chance. Maybe the photograph mystery can be solved soon after all.