So yeah, here's another chapter. And I've counted a bit, and it's this chapter left. (Well duh) Then one chapter, then one more. And then one last. So, with this one it's four chapters. Wow… After all this time? Okay… Anyone else who finds it weird with a Harry Potter reference in the A/N of a twilight story? No? Good.

After all this time?

Always.

When I came to school the first time after the skating competition everyone seemed to be gathering around the bulletin board. Since I was so little I couldn't see it so I managed to squeeze my way through all of the people and see what it said. And honestly, when I did see it. I realized that I wasn't that interested.

Spring prom

Friday the thirteenth of April it's time for this year's Spring prom.

Juniors and seniors, but if they're invited to go with a person from this classes freshman and sophomores are allowed as well.

Theme- the elements- earth, water, fire and air. Let your imagination run wild

Good day

I turned around again, squeezed my way through the group and headed to my next class. If there was anything I didn't care about it was prom. In fact, I probably wouldn't have cared about it if I was a junior or senior anyway. And it was not like anyone was going to ask me to go with them. I mean- who would want to risk being labelled as the guy who went to prom with the biggest loser in Bangor?

And besides, how did you make a dress and all the equipment according to the elements? Like roll around in a pool of mud before you came there? Or stepped into the shower with everything on?

And besides, the only ones who had ever cared for me all had their own partners. Nessie had Jacob, Bella had Edward, Jasper had Alice and Emmett had Rosalie. And there wasn't a chance either of them or anybody else would ignore their real partners to go with me. Not even for some sort of charity case.

"Hey Dylan."

I sighed- couldn't anyone at school ever call me by first name. Even my middle name (Alana) which I hated would have worked better than constantly calling me by last name and I was sick and tired of it.

"Hello-oh. Anyone home?"

I had gotten lost into my own thoughts, but shook my head and brought myself back to reality. First to realize that the one who had been calling out for me was Arlo Clemente- one of the judges from the skating hall, and the most popular guy at school.

"Yes, what?"

I hadn't actually meant to sound so rude. But I had to push him away, I had to push everyone away. Or anyone who ever tried to come close to me anyway. I wasn't so sure if I still needed to do that. But it was a habit hard to break.

"I was just…" Arlo scratched the back of his head. "… I guess you saw the flyer about prom. I know you're a freshman and so but… would you like to go with me?"

My chin dropped, holey hat! Had the most popular guy at school. The one who could make anybody else popular or unpopular with a snap of his fingers just asked me to come to prom with him? Not one chance in hell! Not one chance! Nuh- uh! Oh wait… when I took so long to answer he was actually looking kind of disappointed.

"You don't want to do you?"

"Y- yes." I stuttered. "Yes, I'd really like to go to prom with you. I was just chocked." I pulled a hand through my hair. "Wow! I must have given a real good impression on that competition!" Arlo let hear a short laugh and shook his head at my stupid joke just as the bell rang. "I'm sorry. I've got to get to class." Without further notice I turned around and ran, my next lesson was in English. And even though the teacher there was nice, I couldn't risk getting into even more trouble with the teachers this year.

"Dylan!" But before I had had the time to get to the right classroom I was pushed aside and shoved into a locker. I didn't even get time to look up before one hand had grabbed my shirt on either side and with each hand Bruce Yang and Leon Taylor, the biggest bullies of the whole school pressed me up against the top locker.

"HEY." I heard Arlo's voice before any of theirs. "Get away from her." He came running and took a safe grip of my shirt before he pushed the other ones away. "And if you ever dare to come close to her again I will know and you will be…" He signed something to the others that had them turn in each direction and hurry away while Arlo put me down on the floor. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?"

"No, they didn't have the time to." My voice sounded unusually nervous. "Thanks." He just waved slightly and walked away. While I, kind of shakily continued towards Mr. Trey's classroom wondering about what had actually happened.

The next few weeks were actually spent thinking about prom, planning for prom, and shopping for prom. And if I didn't think about it for a second. Then you could be quite sure that Alice would have reminded me within five minutes. Coming with one dress or piece of accessory for me to try after the other. After the other, after the other…

I had never been a big fan of dresses and I certainly wasn't going to become now. So with every new dress that Alice made me try out I tried to come up with an excuse of why I wouldn't wear just that one. But I wouldn't have had to. Because as soon as I had gotten it on she would pull it off again thinking for yet another time that it wasn't the right one.

On Tuesday night, only a few days before prom I was sitting Indian style on my bed. I had a copy of a little princess opened on my lap. I usually didn't like reading- but this one was okay. Also, a part of me was worried I would have to come to prom in jeans. But I guess I knew that Alice was going to come up with something that would suit me.

"Jamie." In the middle of my carefully gathered concentration Alice opened the door and came into my room. "I found another dress. I think this is the one." I suppressed a sigh- another one? But I stood up and put the book on the desk and then reached for the big plastic bag that Alice was reaching to me.

Before I tried it on I didn't take much notice on what it looked like. It probably wouldn't fit anyway. But after Alice had helped me close the zipper in the back and I turned towards the full- body mirror she had put in here with all the trying out dresses I felt my chin drop while I pulled for my breath- Wow!

"You look so beautiful." Alice squealed. I didn't say anything. But if I had I would probably just have agreed with her because darn! I did look beautiful. The dress was short, but not too short. In a grey- blue color that made the shimmer in the skirt remind of when the sun was reflecting in the water. And I spun around once to see it from every direction. While the top part was just of the same color as the skirt but without the glitter and strapless.

"Jay. I…" Without knocking Emmett came in too. But stopped in the door and smiled from ear to ear. "Wow Jame… You look smokin' hot." I smiled, then for a few seconds. I couldn't stop. And from then on. I just couldn't wait for prom and show everybody else that Jamie Dylan was something more than jeans and sweatshirts.

There was one problem though. Whenever I looked to Arlo, I knew that I should have felt something. Weren't you supposed to feel something whenever you looked to the one who had asked you to prom and you said yes? Well. I didn't feel a thing. Maybe it would be the way he felt whenever he looked at me. But it wasn't, and I knew that there was another person who would. And I knew those feelings exactly.

I just ignored it though. Kept on telling myself that it would probably change when I saw Arlo in tux or whatever he would be wearing for going to prom with me. Although every time we passed each other in the hallway and he smiled at me. I knew there was only one person's smile or anything that would made my heart beat- and with him I had already blown my last chance.

"Oh, and on top of that." On Friday, just before six p.m. when prom would start. I and Alice were standing in my room. She had picked out a big scarf I could have around my shoulders and shoes (Thank God without heels) in dark blue. Grey tights, and had put up my hair after curling it in some sort of grey, shimmering clips.

"Wow." I whispered under my breath but knew very well that everyone in the house could hear me anyway and I just couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you Alice. This would never have been possible without you." Alice just hang her head a bit to the side and kept silent. Although I had a feeling she talked to the other ones too fast for me to see or hear. "Wow! Should we let the others see?"

As of now, I, Alice and Emmett were the only ones that had seen the dress. But that would have to change tonight and Alice nodded and then walked over to hers and Jasper's room. I had a good feeling they ran past me while I walked the rest of the way into the living room where Carlisle and Esme sat in the sofa watching TV. And Carlisle was the first to look up when I came out of the hallway.

"Wow" His smile was undeniable. And so was Esme's while they both came over to me. "It's like a whole new person." I shook my head. "Are you sure? Are you still Jamie?" I just sighed and shook my head at his stupid joke while Esme embraced me and I shivered from the touch of her cold skin.

"Oh, sorry honey. You look beautiful." I just nodded as thank you and then looked to Carlisle who bowed towards me and held out his hand.

"Jamierella. May I escort you to prom?"

"Jamierella?" I grimaced at the way Carlisle had said that. "Yuk! Carlisle, if you keep on making jokes like that I'm going to puke." Carlisle just laughed at my statement and stood up as usual and pulled up a small jewelry box and I frowned slightly. "For me?" He nodded. "Nope! No you guys have already given me way too much I can't…" He raised an eyebrow. "And with that logo on the box… What did it cost? No! I don't want to know." Carlisle let hear another short laugh and showed me to turn around and while I did he held the box opened to Esme who grabbed the piece of jewelry.

It was a necklace, only a simple (But probably expensive as hell!) silver chain with a blue glass drop. I could see it clearly in the mirror on the wall. And in the reflection I could see Carlisle and Esme smiling. And with fingering towards the glass charm I turned around and nodded slightly- it was time to go. And Carlisle held out his arm for me to take going up the stairs and out. I sighed, but took it as I didn't want to waste energy on protesting.

"I'll pick you up at nine. Right here." Carlisle told me and held a hand on my arm to stop me from stepping out of the car- the prom went on for a couple of hours longer. But they seemed to think I was too young to stay that long. And honestly I was kind of relieved. "Now." He leaned over me and opened the door and pushed it open. "Have fun dear."

While getting out, as I had done through the window on the whole way I almost expected everything to look different. The colors the walls of the gym should be more colorful, the shines of the street lamps should be shinier. And the early evening should be broad daylight. But everything actually looked exactly as it had yesterday, and today, and last week, and last month. Although I still thought that something should have changed on the outside as it had on my inside.

Carlisle sat still in the driver's seat with one hand on the wheel and watched me go. He was such a dad and he probably waited until I had went around the corner before he drove away only to see that I was safe on the other side of the parking lot. The rest of the Cullen's had disappeared some wherever. But probably because I had told them to, to get some time with Arlo without my… well, my family hanging in my heels. And so I just looked around, and walked towards the door where I waited under the porch roof and wondered why he wasn't here yet. While I tried to push away the weird feeling I had that something was going very, very wrong.

I span around when I heard boys laughing behind me. And it wasn't the kind of laugh when someone have just told a good joke, or when you're just with a friend watching a fun movie. So. It sounded almost evil and mean. And when I had turned around I could see Arlo coming out the door with all of his stupid friends after him laughing so they could barely stay on their feet.

It didn't take long for me to realize that Arlo was as high as a house. He held a bottle in his hand and was swaying from side to side. And it obviously was more to him than just alcohol because I had never seen anyone that far and away standing on their feet. Afraid, I took a step back and glanced over him and his friends before I said the first thing that came to mind.

"I thought you and I were going to prom together Arlo." I swore to myself- well, it was pretty obvious we weren't. And Arlo laughed evilly and all of his friends screamed with laughter yet one more time before Arlo had breathed enough to be able to talk clearly. Even though he was still slurring when he answered me.

"Really? You believed that. It was a joke from the start I would never go with you. Oh come on Dylan. You might have been there to come second in the skating competition but you're still a loser." Arlo's friends screamed with laughter and I backed a few steps. "No way I'm going to prom with a loser." With that, Kiana came out the door and Arlo laid his arm around her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. "What are you waiting for Dylan?" He asked when he looked to me again. "Get lost. You're not allowed to be here."

Arlo stunk of alcohol, and it sent one flashback after the other through my head. You stupid kid. There would be a way for the doctor to save your little brother. There is always a way and I bet he would have ended up better than you. Heck! Everybody ends up better than you. I shook my head. And tried to seem like I didn't care about any of this.

With that, I span around and ran, as fast as I could in these stupid shoes down the road and around the corner. Then just continued running, and running, and running. Until I couldn't run anymore and damn it, now my dress was really according to the elements. I was wet, and muddy, and cold by the chilly April air. And upon that it was ripped at so many places it was probably a miracle it had stayed on my body.

I sunk down on the pavement and hung my head. Then, before I knew anything else I just had to let the teardrops fall. They would say that Friday the thirteenth was unlucky day. But I had never even believed it. My life was full of unlucky days I guess I shouldn't have been able to tell one from the other anyway.

I was so humiliated. I was never going to show myself at school again!

So. That's it for this chapter. I hope you liked it, cliffy, cliffy. What do you think will happen next? I know. And I bet you're all going to love, love, love, love it. Wow- only three chapter left. I can't believe it. But, I hope you'll like the rest.

Random fact

In fact, Arlo's character was created for being the most popular guy at school and the one who asked Jamie to go to prom with him but it was a very mean practical joke. But still, he wasn't created until a few chapters ago. Even though I had had this part planned like forever.