A/N: So no reviews for my last four chapters, it gets good I promise. Any guesses as to who or what Ally is? Anybody?

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns and for that matter pwns. I, unfortunately, do not.

Edward: Dodgeball

Ally escorted us all back to the gym. The tables from lunch were folded up and tucked away to the sides of the room. There was some great excitement when we got there, everyone was clamoring to get into the changing rooms first. The reason: dodgeball.

No wonder Ally was dreading this class.

To be honest, none of my family was very excited either; PE was no fun if you weren't allowed to try your hardest for fear of destroying the gym. Besides, playing against humans wasn't a challenge, and even Jacob and Nessie, couldn't enjoy it. They were just too strong.

The coach, Coach Martin, walked up to our little group.

"Who're you friends, Collins?" he asked.

"Oh, these are my shadows for the day," said Ally, introducing us. "Bella Mason, Edward Cullen, Nessie Cullen, and Jacob Black."

"Fine," Coach Martin turned to us. "You don't have to play, if you don't want to, just stay on the bleachers," he turned back to Ally. "But you do, so go on and get changed."

Ally glumly obeyed while the four of us found seats on the bleachers.

Teams were picked and I noted with curiosity, that Ally was last to be chosen for a team.

"They think she can't play well," said Bella in my ear.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Because they picked her last," said Jacob. "Nobody wants her on their team."

That's sad. She couldn't be that bad. But Ally looked terrified as the game started. She was imagining herself being hit repeatedly with rubber balls. The opposing team was deciding on their first targets, everybody targeted Ally. Poor girl, she was doomed and she knew it.

Coach Martin blew the whistle to start the game and Ally ran to the far wall trying to make it harder for the other team to hit her. Her thoughts were in a panic.

Oh no! I'm paste! I should have taken my glasses off! They're gonna get busted!

She ducked with her hands over her head as a ball whizzed into the wall with enough force to break her nose (and glasses). These kids really did want to damage her!

Ally looked up, eyes quickly scanning the room for another attacker. She suddenly leaped to the left as another ball flew past her. I could hear behind her chaotic thoughts, another thought telling her how to avoid the next ball:

Duck. Left. Jump. Duck. Right.

She obeyed every command and no matter how chaotic her main thoughts were, these background thoughts were calm and in control. And by doing so, she remained the only player on her side who had not been hit. I was floored, everyone else was too. But no one was more surprised than Ally.

Since when am I athletic?

Coach Martin let Ally rest on the bleachers for the next game , and she came over and sat with us.

"Did you guys see that?" she asked excitedly. I noticed she wasn't slurring, she must have taken her retainer out to play for rear of choking on it or something equally preposterous. "Usually I get pummeled in dodgeball, I thought I was gonna be creamed!"

"Paste," I corrected smiling.

"Whatever! That was amazing!"

"You've really never done that before?" Bella asked.

"Never! I'm always a target, and everybody aims for me first, and I always get hit. The voice in my head tells me how to get out of the way but I was never fast enough to comply in time. That's the first time I was able to do it!"

"I could hear the voice," I confirmed. "You react very fast. Have you always had this extra voice?"

"Yeah, it only speaks up to say 'incoming' and how to avoid being hit."

I found myself wondering again if she was human and Jacob was thinking along the same lines. She can't be human. Humans don't move like that. Maybe she's part vampire, like Nessie...he mused.

"Not possible," I said.

"What's not possible?" Ally asked.

"Just answering a thought."

Cool! Like a private conversation in public!

"Exactly."

Why couldn't it be possible? Jacob persisted. Okay so she's not half, but maybe a quarter or an eighth?

"I don't see how." I didn't want to say out loud that she smelled completely human, not with her sitting right there and being so damn observant.

We'll talk about this later.

"I don't think it's even important."

Ha!

I was then distracted by Bella's thoughts. She pushed her shield away again! Edward, Ally isn't normal. She smells human but she can't be...her thought faded as her shield moved back in place.

"Must be..." I replied unsure.

"Doesn't that get annoying," Ally whispered to Nessie.

Nessie giggled. "Sometimes, but I'm used to it."

"I guess having a telepathic brother does that to a person, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Can you do anything like that?"

"No," she sighed dramatically, overacting a bit (just like her mother). "Edward's the talented one."

"You're talented too," Ally stated.

"Oh?" Nessie was carefully avoiding Ally's eyes.

"That painting you did of the wolf, it was beautiful!"

"Oh, well thank you," Nessie blushed a little.

"You know, for some reason that picture makes me think of Jacob..." Ally trailed off, looking at Jacob thoughtfully.

Jacob's mind just about imploded. I knew we should have left when she started reading our thoughts!

"Really?" Nessie asked, trying to sound intrigued.

"Mhm... I don't know what it is about the picture," she was still studying Jacob. "I guess it's because the color of the fur matches his skin..." Hmm, they seem a bit on edge, I wonder if it has something to do with what I said?

I wished I could tell Jacob to cool it without alerting Ally. Damn her over perceptiveness. I would have to wait until she wasn't in the immediate vicinity.

Nessie, by contrast, was very calm. She didn't think Ally could read anything into a realistic drawing of a wolf whose fur happened to match a person's skin color.

Coach Martin then dismissed the class to the changing rooms and when Ally got up to change, I turned to Jacob and hissed "Calm it down, hot-shot. Ally's getting suspicious."

"That's hardly my fault is it? Her and her damn mind reading is very inconvenient for remaining secret."

Ally came back then, backpack in tow. "Hey, what you guysh talking about?" she asked, slurring again.

"Nothing important," I deflected.

She opened her mouth to ask another question but the last bell of the day cut her off and she jumped again.

A/N: Show me some love and Review, even if it's to flame me. Any guesses as to why Ally can do all this stuff? You never get it in a million years!