The morning passed without incidence. English flew by, Math dragged by, and then it was break, and Alenia found Jasper next to his car. Edward was with him, his mouth moving at rapid speed. Jasper was watching intently, and, as she pushed her hearing closer, Alenia realised no voice left Edward's lips.
"What's going on?" She asked, wrapped herself inside Jasper's already outstretched arm. He shook his head shortly. "He's figuring something out. This is his thing, can't be in his own head for long so he thinks…kind out out loud. Good news, Scott's going to be okay."
She breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed her phone. She called Carla, who didn't answer. She text her, and sent the same to Michael. Scott's fine; Edward.
They'd figure it out.
"It's strange seeing you move that fast," Edward observed, his voice impressed and his eyes engaged in the present. "I could barely catch it."
"Why thankyou. And thanks for checking on Scott, I appreciate it."
Inwardly, she threw up the barriers between her relief and the doubts she still had. His survival, as Carla pointed out, meant that, by Jasper's explanation, he would be dangerous. Carla, their human mother, would be the first he would go to.
"Class?" Jasper offered, and the trio left the car lot. Alenia was still adjusting to the number of students staring as they, or she, came into sight. She could be arrogant about it, but inside she felt like their privacy was being violated. Jasper, as she looked up at him, continued his usual icey cold stare at the male students as they entered the main building, before turning back to her. "Human males truly are disturbing. It's like they've never seen you before."
Alenia turned and giggled at her fiancé, whose ultra-protective streak she found adorable. Another time when his accent sunk further into its southern routes, and that was always good. She was only grateful that he didn't have his brother's gift, one she knew frequently distressed him during school hours. She'd know how bad it truly was in history; just one month ago, she'd walked into school with each of the Cullen's from break, and Edward snapped several pencils in one go during a lecture about the romans.
She and Edward parted ways with Jasper in the corridor and made their way to History. It wasn't always as fun as Edward's little silent tantrums, often she would see some of the girls make small scowls her way, for whatever reason. She sat at the back next to Edward anyway, just to keep out of it. Edward never told her exactly they were thinking, but she guessed from his returning ice cold glares that it wasn't anything to be overly concerned about.
The lesson, as always, dragged, and the bell sounded with the glorious announcement that Jasper would be waiting outside, which he was. The day blended into lunch, English, then back to the car lot a final time. It occurred to Alenia then that Bella hadn't turned up that day.
Edward strode over, alone, and touched the hand that wasn't in Jasper's. In her head she saw a misty house, her own, and Bella sat in the wicker chair she'd taken from Alenia's room, watching over Scott.
"She's the newest of us all, so when he wakes she can stop him. Talk to him."
"You think he's nearly…ready?" Man, he sounded like a cake.
He nodded uncertainly. "Its happened quite quickly, but its been in his body all his life. He could wake at any moment."
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