LoL . . . Uhhh . . . I love chaos.

Eleven

Even though I loathe to, I find myself right back at the same table today for lunch, surrounded by the same people, and wanting to escape.

"Bella, what do you put in your hair to get it so-o-o curly?" Jessica asks, eyeing my long curls with envy.

"Water."

Her face scrunches up, not wanting to believe my hair is naturally this flamboyant, when she obviously has to work hard for the curl effect in her hair if the heady scent of products is anything to go by.

While I do love my hair and all it's wildness, curly hair is no picnic so I warn Jessica away from getting a perm when she starts yammering about one. Cute as it may turn out, I know if I had the choice, I'd love to be able to brush my hair when it's dry.

The conversation, of course, doesn't keep my attention, I don't understand how it could keep anyone's with more than three brain cells, and I find myself looking at the Cullens. Again.

There's still just three of them today, much to the interest and amusement of the children around me.

Now the theory is they never really existed at all, just a figment of their imaginations. At least it's amusing them.

Me? It's kinda pissing me off. They've been clouding every thought I own, but at least with Emmett, Jasper and Alice I know something. I can picture them when I want and I can study them. Not knowing what the mysterious other two at least look like, as well as Dr. Cullen and his wife . . . uh, whatever her name is — is killing me.

Don't ask me why, I don't know, and honestly — I don't care, I just want it to stop. But, like, by its self, I want to forget about them naturally, 'cause there is no way I can force myself to stop.

Jasper and Alice look particularly snuggly today and Emmett looks a bit . . . Tired. I don't know why he's separated from his mate, but whatever the reason it's obviously starting to wear on him.

I wonder if they can feel my gaze on them. They don't look over here and at first I was comforted by that fact, but then I noticed they didn't look anywhere else either, their eyes glued to their table and one another. Now to someone not aware of how vampires basically function it would seem, they don't care and aren't really aware of their surroundings. That's how they want to appear, but I'm not a goober, I'm sure they're aware of every little shift every one of us makes and keeping close track of everything. They know I'm staring at them and are just ignoring me. Even as embarrassing as that thought is, even that can't make me look away.

"Yo! My boy Mikey!" Tyler calls out, "What's happenin' baby?"

Mike stops short of the table obstructing my view of the Cullens. Fucker.

"Why are you talking like that?" Mike snaps, smoothing his rain-wet hair, falling into his icy blue eyes.

Good question. Even if I hate this little asshole and hope he gets hit by a meteorite

Tyler just grins and shrugs.

"What's up your ass?" Jessica asks as he sits down across from me.

I can see the Cullens again and all is right in my world.

"Well, for starters my house got fucking egged last night!" Mike grumbles, tearing roughly at the plastic around his burrito.

Wha-a-at?

"Yo, bro, you're lyin'! Who did it?" Tyler laughs out loudly.

Mike shakes his head, seemingly not wanting to talk about it but he answers anyway.

"I don't know who, but that's not all, my car got fucking chop shopped right in front of my house!"

Oh. My. God.

No. . . There's no way he'd go out of his way to do that for me . . .

I look over a sulking Mike Newtons shoulder to see a shit eating Emmett Cullen — grinning right at me.

I can feel a matching grin tugging at my lips, but not wanting to seem rude, or worse — guilty, I slap my hands over my mouth — which Mike takes as a sign of shock.

"I know, Bella, it's crazy."

I don't know how he didn't notice the pure glee and amusement I'm sure my eyes are expressing, but I'm thankful. No need to give away that I know the perp responsible.

"Hold up," Tyler objects — God! Not again this kid never stops, "What happened?"

Oh, uh, alright, that's fine.

Mike shakes his head again but this time in disbelief and I try as hard as I can not to look at Emmett, "What didn't happen? They stole my engine and carburetor, all that shit under the hood and all the windows were fucking stolen too! Not broken, stolen, taken right out of the fucking door! My lights, stereo and even my fucking steering wheel, too! Also the seats, man. All my fucking seats were ripped out! I don't even know how someone could do all that shit without anyone noticing but they did. My car is just scrap metal now. They even took my fuzzy dice!"

"Those scoundrels!" I exclaim, now eyeing a silently laughing Emmett.

Everyone looks at me weirdly, I'm guessing not knowing what a scoundrel is.

"More like a bunch of bitch ass punks!" Tyler argues.

I'ma kill this guy.

Emmett could then be heard by the whole cafeteria laughing ferociously.

After school I slowly mosey my way through the stinging rain, every step punctuated with silent fear.

Please. Don't. Fall. Please. Don't. Slip. I. Want. To. Li-i-i-ive.

"You need a hand, miss?" A deep voice chuckles from behind me.

It startles me only slightly, but I somehow remain upright even when I twist my body to see a grinning Cullen.

"Miss?" I challenge Emmett, disgusted by the word.

He just grins wider and Jasper comes up behind him, I think trying to hide a smile of his own.

"You want help to your truck or not?"

I huff and roll my eyes, hating that I do need help, and grab ahold of his offered arm. Walking on the wet ground immediately becomes effortless. I'm only holding onto his arm with a single hand, but somehow he's supporting my entire body weight. That and I notice even through his thick bomber jacket and my faux leather gloves his arm feels like a freezing rock.

"So, it's a shame what happened to Newtons car." I remark with a wiry smile.

I feel Emmett shake with silent laughter.

"Yeah, his fuzzy dice and everything! That's just rude."

We both burst into robust laughter, Jasper even letting himself a single chuckle.

"Why would you do that?" I finally ask one of the questions burning my mind.

"Newtons a tool and he disrespected a lady, I could hardly let that pass."

I blush at being called a lady. Oh yeah, this guy is definitely from another time.

"Oh, so you destroy his property every time he disrespects a lady? I think I heard him call Angela a giraffe, you gonna take the wheels from his car next?"

"Hmm . . . Well, I mean that girl is pretty tall . . ."

I eye him, unamused.

"For real, why'd you do it? And why help me now to my truck? Word is y'all keep to yourselves, what makes me special?"

He walks me right to my door, directly by they're Volvo, which Jasper is currently rummaging in the trunk of, and I let go of his arm.

I look up into his handsome face, seeing him looking all kinds of confused.

"Honestly . . . I don't know."

I don't have time to reply as he quickly enters the passenger side and ends our conversation.

Giving Jasper a quick purse of the lips, I climb into my truck, even more confused.

"Are you sure we shouldn't be even a little excited that there's a new female in town?" I hear a falsetto voice ask from outside the cab of my truck.

I look into my side mirror slowly.

If it is me they're talking about, I don't want to give myself away. I begin rummaging through my bag, pretending to find my keys, but still peaking at the mirror.

Alice is standing before Jasper with her arms crossed, looking up at his towering form. Her back is to me so I can't read her expression but I'd bet good money she's looking petulant as all hell. She seems the type.

"We've talked about this already, darlin,'" Jasper replies with a sigh, obviously not wanting to relive this conversation.

"But . . . the way Emmett, and even you, have been reacting to her, maybe Ed —"

"Alice!" Jasper groans walking to the drivers side of the Volvo, Alice following.

They're right beside me now, out of sight of the mirror so I have to peak carefully. If that's even possible.

"Alice, I'm sorry, I wish it were possible, but it's not, please, drop it."

I'm not sure, but it seems like little Alice is on the verge of tears but she nods and gets in the backseat when Jasper opens the door for her.

Driving home I agonize even more over this weird situation.

There's no way they were talking about me, why would they? I'm nothing to them, vampires pay humans very little mind. We're just kinda . . . not important enough to focus on. Not in a bad way, most of the time, but . . . Eh, I don't even know.

It's not their interest with me I need to focus on, it's my reaction to them, the fact that I've become obsessed.

There's really only one thing I can think of to explain all this and it's so embarrassing.

Am I crushing on one of the guys?

If so, who?

Nah, no question, Emmett — definitely Emmett.

So . . . am I developing feelings for Emmett? If so why? Yeah . . . He's handsome, but I've never crushed on a guy I didn't know before.

But then why would I be obsessed with the others as well? Am I trying to delude myself into something? But what?

Do I really have a crush?

I . . . Don't think so . . . But what other option is there?

Huh! Oh my god. He has a mate, I can't believe I forgot!

But it's not like I truly believe, that if I did have a crush, anything would happen.

Do I?

No, no I don't. I'm not sure if I have a crush, but I do know I'm not lookin' to still another woman's man. Even if it were possible and since the relationship between a vamp and his mate is a little more involved then any normal human love, it's safe to say it's not possible.

But maybe I don't have a thing for Emmett? I mean if you liked someone . . . you would know you liked them right? Well, unless they're ugly, then it sneaks up on you — the more you get to know them the more attractive they become.

But Emmett is not ugly.

Hmm . . . I'm just so confused. I don't think I have romantic feelings for him, maybe, but I have no idea where else my obsession could be stemming from.

Curiouser and curiouser.

AN: Did y'all enjoy the chaos as well?