Usual disclaimer applies.

March, 2012

~48~

As much as I don't want to, I know I need to talk to Jessica again.

And I really, really don't want to.

First of all, she still hasn't had words with me yet about her week-long suspension for tripping me and causing me to black out. Thank God we never got that far during our bathroom conversation at lunch last Wednesday. I know for a fact that when she gets around to seeking out her revenge, it won't be pretty. But hopefully she won't have time to think of anything before we graduate. After all, Jessica isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

And I plan on being far, far away after graduation.

Secondly, although I do want to know more about what she had witnessed at the party, considering she could possibly know who I ended up in the guest bedroom with, I also do not want to hear any more about the people I possibly kissed.

James and Laurent Hunter?

Gag me now.

But considering the party transpired at her house, and from what I remember from the gossip that took place afterwards, next to no one was sober, I know Jessica is my best shot.

Now, being conforming is not my style. Doing something the same way twice when it could be done differently? Yeah, I don't think so.

So instead of following Jessica into the bathroom for her lunch-time "removal" routine, I patiently bide my time until after school.

After all, I have had way too many conversations in the Forks High bathrooms of late.

For safety reasons five years ago, when I was just a kid of thirteen, Dad taught me how to jimmy car windows. You never know when you will be locked out of your vehicle, and have an attacker following you…

Well, Dad tends to be overprotective.

Regardless, I realize how useful the lesson has proven to be as I sit and wait for Jessica in the passenger seat of her car. Being that Jessica has already been in five car accidents, her parents have finally refused to buy her another new car and she is left with an old beater like me.

Making it easy for me to find my way in.

And I can't help but experience immense enjoyment at the flinch and squeal she emits when she realizes that she is not alone in the vehicle.

Still breathing heavily from the adrenalin rush, Jessica's face morphs into a scowl as she turns to me, anger glinting in her eyes.

"Bella fucking Swan." She growls.