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"I am not going to meet with you outside of school for this project. It's better we get it over with during school. When is your free period?" Rosalie spoke, she barely looked at you. Her eyes were glued to the paper in front of her.

"Third period," You responded quietly. Blondie only nodded. You didn't know how to feel. Beautiful girl but very obviously not paying you any attention. It felt like rotten luck. Still, you swallowed your ego and met up with her the next day.

"Rosalie are you sure that's what he meant? I think it can cause an explosion." She huffed at you and rolled her eyes. Her charm was gone. Her attitude was clear as day. The first time you heard her talk more than five words and it was pure attitude and sarcasm. You inhaled trying to gain some peace. "If it explodes I am not going to detention."

"You will not being to detention if you listen. Just add 10 milliliters." Rosalie instructed, her eyes looked past you. Your eyes followed hers. Emmett. He rubbed you the wrong way. Honestly, it was probably jealously but you refused to think too much about it. You did as you were told. Of course, knowing the assignment, knowing the ingredients, the inevitable happened. It exploded in front of you.

Your body was frozen. A chorus of sorry's was heard from right next to you. Then you burst into laughter. Blue goo was all over you, but you didn't mind. You were right. That's what mattered. Rosalie was beside herself. Frantically cleaning and apologizing. She didn't understand why you were laughing, your clothes were ruined and your hair was going to be in knots. Rosalie didn't mind being confused, because it was the first time she heard your laugh. A real genuine laugh. Not a pity laugh you've given the boy next to you in class. A real one. To her it sounded like birds singing their morning song.

On the other hand you were holding your stomach from laughing so much. She guided you to the bathroom, where she tried to wash your hair in the sink. "Stop stop. Let's go to the locker room. I'll shower there," You told her. She nodded, her head hanging low like a wounded puppy. Rosalie held onto your gooey arm as she lead you to the locker room. The goo was covering your eyes. With her help you made it into the locker room.

Rosalie helped you to the showers and before she could say anything you took off your shirt. You heard her audibly gulp. Was the goo that bad? Was your only thought. "Can you find me clothes? I don't have a gym class..." Rosalie walked away with a nod. You turned the water on and let your arms go through the water. The goo became gunk. Solid pieces that became heavy on your skin and increasingly difficult to remove. You huffed and heard loud footsteps. "Uh Rosalie is that you?"

"Yeah. I found sweatpants and a school sweater. Will that do?" Rosalie called from the end of the hall.

"Yeah but small issue. The goo had a reaction with the water. It's gunky and I don't know how I'm going to take out of my hair without pulling my hair out. I need help. I'm sill clothed." It was hard to hear anything else because of the running water but she appeared right next to you.

"I can help." Was all she said as her fingers started to work. Her long fingers paired with long dark purple colored nails. First you both worked on your arms, you needed the gunk off so you could help with your face. Rosalie helped started on your hair while you did your face. "I am truly sorry." Her whisper broke the silence.

"It's fine. I knew I was right. I should've pushed harder. Mistakes happen." Rosalie only nodded. "Plus it was funny."

"It was not! You could've gotten hurt. We're lucky it's just goo. It could've been fire."

"We didn't touch fire Rosalie. Seriously, it's cool. I don't mind removing goo with you," You couldn't stop the words before they came out. In this case, it helped. Rosalie looked at you for the first time, but not just glanced. No. She looked at you. Your eyes were looking you up and down. She could feel heat on her cheeks. Rosalie actually felt heat. Her eyes shot down. "Okay I think that's enough. I need to actually shower now." Rosalie left the clothes on the side and walked away. You took your shower and changed into the clothes she brought over. Your previous outfit in total ruins.

You couldn't help the groan in realizing your favorite shirt was now garbage. You walked out of the showers and tossed the shirt into the trash with a small frown. "I'll pay for it. Trust me when I say money is not a problem. I can buy the entire outfit again or give you cash or even buy you a new wardrobe!" It was cute. How anxious this had made her. After seeing her be so quiet for the first month you knew her, this was a nice turnaround.

"It's fine, Rosie. I'll survive." You said to her and then started to walk, she walked behind you. Her heels clacked as she walked. "I just hope my things are fine."

"Oh I had my boyfriend clean everything else up." It was hard to not freeze right there and then. Boyfriend. Of course she had a boyfriend. You swallowed any emotional turmoil and grabbed your goo-free things. Rosalie just thought you were upset he touched your things. "He didn't clean anything inside of it. For your privacy."

"It's fine. I'm late for class." You walked away without another word. It was wrong to suddenly become cold with her, you just couldn't help the jealousy.

The next day you decided you were going to be better than that. You would play nice, she did feel bad. You liked her as a person not just a superficial crush. You thought it would be easy. You were wrong. For the next two weeks you spoke to her everyday in class. Whenever she mentioned her boyfriend you made a mistake. A lot of beakers were broken, a lot of wrong information in essay's and worst of all you had the same lunch as them. You constantly saw them touching during lunch. His arm wrapped around her. You couldn't help but imagine it being your arm. The image of her smile was ingrained in your mind, if only it was you who caused it.

Jessica was throwing a party. A no parents party. Beer party. You were invited offhandedly, perks of knowing her since you were in diapers. You mentioned it to the boy next to you in chemistry and Rosalie heard.

"Party? Are you going?" You nodded and Rosalie smiled. "I'll be there too. Emmett is sick. I don't want to be home alone." Be nice.

"Cool. See you then."

You spent the entire evening planning an outfit. You went with very short shorts and a tight tank top and some ankle boots. You looked nothing like your usual self but you want to party and you are well aware of too much clothes being a restriction. You had no idea what you were doing. You can't go after her. She has a boyfriend. She's not just taken, she has a boyfriend. She could be bi but what are the chances?

The party was in full swing when you showed up. The music was blasting, the lights were dimmed and people were half naked dancing. A perfect high school party. Jessica's house was one of the only houses not right next door to another house. It was a bit out of the way. You grabbed a beer and chugged it. It tasted horrible but you had no plan, no idea what you were going to do. First person you saw was your ex. She was on top of someone, grinding. Then she saw you. She pulled her shirt down and walked over to you, ignoring the guy pleading for her to come back.

"Is that-?" She asked with the red cup in her hand and a smile on her face. You rolled your eyes with a smile. She giggled. "I haven't seen you at Jess's parties in a minute. Parents hassling you again?"

"Just the usual. What about you? Why are you here? Weren't you banned from Jess's parties?" You questioned, crossing your arms enhancing your two best features. She leaned forward a bit.

"I snuck in," She whispered. You giggled back and took her cup. She whined and tried to reach for her cup, but you pushed it away.

"You're tipsy. You don't do well drunk. Just keep the buzz," You told her. She nodded sadly and then put her hands on your waist, pulling you in.

"Dance with me!" You nodded and went to the dance floor. You can't remember what song was playing, it didn't matter. She was pressed up against you throughout the entire song, her hands were roaming your body as if she wanted less clothes on you. Soon you were both sweating and breathing heavily.

Suddenly, two very cold hands pushed her off of you. "Can you back up?" A familiar voice spoke. You squinted in the dark to see the familiar blonde. "I need to talk to her." You were whisked away before anyone said anything else. She dragged you outside. "Are you drunk?"

"What? Rosie I had one drink! I'm not a light weight!" You responded, barely able to hear her over the music. "Why did you do that?"

"You seemed drunk! Jessica told me that was your ex. I needed to save you from any mistakes." She huffed and crossed her arms. Her face even more beautiful when she's mad. Why would she be mad?

"We were just dancing. It's not that big of a deal. Trust me when I say we've done worse," You giggled to yourself but she didn't find it funny. "Why are you mad? It was just dancing. You know what? I don't care. I'm going to actually get drunk." You walked right by her and inside. Taking shots and chugging beer. Not caring what happened to her after that. Your ex found you again and you both talked outside on the patio.

"Who was the bitch who pulled you away? Your new girl?" Your ex asked taking a hit of her cigarette. You shake your head. "Seemed like it."

"No, she just thought I was drunk. Didn't want me to have any regrets," Your words were slurring together but you didn't care.

"Well now she's right. You're drunk." You giggled, a higher pitch than usual. Your ex only smiled at your drunk joy. You looked over at her and pulled her in. Your lips were on hers. Your hands in her hair, gently tugging. You knew she liked that. Soft moans left her mouth, while her free hand went under your shirt. Her other hand still occupied with her cigarette. The second her hand reached your bra, you moaned in response. Your ex pulled away for air. "Fuck." She put the cigarette out and grabbed your hand, pulling you inside. Then you're both looking for a room in a dimly lit area, and most rooms were busy.

"Sorry!" You giggled out witnessing someone fully on top, both naked and moaning. Your ex giggled too and you found the basement. One room by itself. The door was closed, meaning everyone thought it was off limits. You two didn't care at the moment. You locked it behind you two. The second you saw the couch, nothing was holding you back. She pushed you down onto the couch, your head perfectly landing on the pillow. She jumped on you, her legs straddling you and she leaned down. Her dark hair falling down either side of her face and her hands on your neck. All you wanted was her. She was grinding and your hands were fondling her. Everywhere they could reach your hands went. Both of you were kissing without thinking. Your body arching as her right hand went down the side of your body, reaching the belt loop on your shorts. She tugged at them. One second more. One moment more and you would've made a mistake. But the loud banging on the door broke the moment. You two were a giggling mess not bothering to respond.

"We shouldn't do this. There was a reason we broke up," Your ex said, sobering up. You furrowed your eyebrows, clearly the drunk in you hadn't left. "I cheated." That sobered you up in a second. The door opened and you both jumped to your feet. Rosalie was storming down the stairs. She was huffing and looked crazy. "I'm going to leave you two it." Your ex went up the stairs.

Only the door closing broke Rosalie's expression. "I'm sorry. I don't even know what I'm doing." Your eyes didn't leave hers. Her beautiful eyes, they were golden and held all the beauty in the world. You couldn't take it anymore. It made you mad. How could she be so beautiful? How could a man deserve her? You stormed right up to her and brought her lips to yours. She was receptive, her hands held your waist and you were kissing her like it was the last time you'll ever kiss anyone. Trying to erase any previous kiss, trying to get rid of the taste of cigarette from your mouth. She tasted amazing. You have no idea what it was, but you wanted more. Your right hand went down to her shirt, and that reached her limit. She pushed you away, physically. You fell backwards, hard. You got the air knocked out of you, it felt like bricks were thrown at you.

You didn't react. Your body didn't understand what just happened. How could it? One second you were beyond horny and the next you're trying to understand how you ended up on the floor with your butt in deep pain. Rosalie gasped and went to help but stopped herself. "I have a boyfriend. I. We shouldn't- Why did you do that? I do not like girls like that. It's disgusting. It's gross!" She shouted at you. Now your body understand. You had made a horrible mistake. A mistake that cost you your dignity, your sanity and your heart. "You deserve to go to hell!"

Tears were forming in your eyes, and you couldn't look at her. You stood up, shakily but you did it. "I'll burn right next to you." Is all you said before you ran upstairs. Then ran home and into your room. You locked the door and window for good measure. You didn't bother to change out of your clothes before curling up in your bed, sobbing. Not only were you rejected, you're pretty sure it was a hate crime.

Nothing mattered after that moment. You went to school the next day, it was a sunny day but all you felt was pain. Rosalie wasn't there and for some reason that hurt worse. You asked your teachers to change seats. Your counselor to change lunch. Your teachers listened after telling them she was religious and didn't agree with you being a lesbian. You even gave her an excuse in your pain. The next day she did show up but you now sat in the back, nowhere near her. You avoided her in the halls, going a completely different route. At lunch you sat outside.

You repeated the same pattern the entire week. Your ex checked in with you and you lied just saying you got rejected. She felt bad but there was nothing to do. During your free period that Monday you decided to go to the library. A low chance of seeing her, and a high chance of finding a good book. You couldn't help but be a bit of a stereotype and happened to find a good Emily Dickinson book of poems.

You ended up on the floor in that aisle silently crying. A soft cough broke your trance of tears. You looked up and saw her. Rosalie. She was fidgeting with her fingers but you didn't care. You stood up and turned to walk away, wiping your tears in the process.

"Wait! Please!" She pleaded. You stopped but didn't turn around. "I'm sorry about what I said. I've just never been kissed by a... before."

"By a girl. You've never been kissed by a girl and your response was to say I was going to hell and that I'm disgusting. What a great reaction! Top five reaction. I think my very traditional religious parents reacted better than you!" You almost screamed, turning around. She winced.

"I'm sorry, I really am. How can I make it up to you?" A strange idea popped into your head, but a funny one.

"We are going to a drag show. At a lesbian bar." Rosalie had to be explained most every word of that sentence but she agreed. She didn't know why but she wanted you in her life.

The week went by fast, you were still ignoring her. For some reason it felt easy to forgive her, instead of the other imbeciles who have made similar comments that still roam the hallways. It was like a part of you knew, she liked that kiss. She just didn't want to admit it, because of what it meant. That Friday was the show.

You had a fake ID and for some reason the bouncer just let her in. You were sat in the back, the darkest corner you could find. When the show began, your eyes were glued to Rosalie. She giggled and enjoyed, and she didn't take a sip. You on the other hand had three shots. Not drunk but happy. The people around were loud, drunk and having fun. You felt more prideful of your identity, more than usual.

Rosalie couldn't keep her eyes off of the queens. You loved it. Her smile was ear to ear and it looked like she could finally breathe. Your favorite version of her.

"I am very sorry. I just. God if you understood how traditional my parents were," She laughed to herself, "It's hard to unlearn certain things. The kiss... I enjoyed it. I just felt so wrong and like if my parents saw they would kill me." Again she laughed to herself. Then a thought hit her. "Not my adopted parents! Esme and Carlisle, they were the ones who helped me apologize. I couldn't think of how to." You nodded, letting her speak. "But I do have a boyfriend. I did tell him about the kiss. Emmett wasn't upset. He knew, at the end of the day I will always go back to him."

"Rosalie, that sounds toxic." She smiled at you. "How do you feel about me? About the kiss?"

"It doesn't matter. I love Emmett.. he is the one for me." You rolled your eyes. "Try to understand. We have been together forever and we will be together forever."

"You sound like a cult! Do you understand this sounds horrible? If you were so secure you would tell me how you feel." Rosalie sighed and looked down at the table.

"I loved the kiss. It felt like my body was on fire. Like it was only the two us in the world. It scared me. It scared me because I've never felt like that before. I never thought I could." Rosalie almost sobbed out. She turned to face you and did the unthinkable. She pulled you into a kiss. Her hands pulled you closer, suddenly you were on her lap. Not grinding. No it didn't feel sexual. It felt worse. Almost felt like Love. It felt like Heaven. Then you had to pull away. You needed to breathe. She left you gasping for air. "We can't do this."

"We can. You can't live like this." Is all it took for her to lean in again. The same type of kiss. Beyond gentle, her hands on your face, holding you still while you kiss.

The next week, was like nothing happened. She was in the halls holding Emmett's hand. She was acting like you didn't have the most magical moment. Then you went to the same bar that weekend. It became a routine. For a month. Pretending she doesn't exist in school and making out with her in a dark bar on weekends.

Making out in the backseat of her car, touching each other, getting close. Then at school, nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a hello anymore. It was a new type of pain. An addiction. The high for a moment and then ripping your heart out. For a month. You couldn't do it anymore. You didn't go to the bar that weekend, instead you went out with someone you met online. A new girl who isn't from Forks. Who is kind.

Rosalie texted, every second of the date. She was mad. She threw temper tantrum in your messages. You blocked her. It felt impossible. You couldn't do it anymore. That pain. The hurt. The feeling of not being enough. The feeling of she'd rather be in pain than with you. It hurt more than anything you've ever felt. A new kind of pain. A new kind of fuck you.

After high school, and after college you eventually married a wonderful woman. One who didn't make you a secret. She was loud and proud. You went to visit your parents in Forks and you saw Rosalie. She looked exactly the same, you convinced yourself it was the scar on your heart that made you see things. But there was something that was different, her face. The second she saw you, you felt it. The pain you had all those years ago. It was on her face. You smiled as your wife came into view and she held your hand.

Movie night at Edward's place. The Cullens were slowly going out, Esme and Carlisle were the first to leave. They went out for date night and then are going to stay at a hotel. Then Alice and Jasper had to leave for whatever reason, all Edward said is they wont be back.

You're alone with Edward downstairs, watching some movie you can't even remember the title of. All you know is this scene in front of you is a girl making out with her boyfriend. All you know is the boyfriend is pulling her hair and she's moaning. Is this important to the movie? Probably not. But it's nice to watch. You can't help that your mind is racing imagining you and Edward. Imagining his mouth on your neck like that. Trailing down... and never stopping. You shiver and feel Edward next to you adjust himself in his seat.

He abruptly gets up and sits on the ground. Your eyebrows pull together and your eyes follow his movements. He didn't look over once. His eyes were set on the screen. Loud footsteps break both of you and cause your heads to turn to the stairs. Emmett carrying Rosalie.

"Sorry! We're heading out!" Is all he says. Rosalie giggling every step of the way. You know Edward is listening as they drive away. Then you hear it, Edward actually gulps.

"Are you alright?" you ask quietly, almost afraid of what the answer will be. He nods, but his eyes don't move. "Edward you're not looking at me." He slowly turns his head to look at you. The fire in his eyes settle into yours. The fire in the room rises, you feel your heart racing and your mind getting lost in the gold you are so familiar with. His smile is a ghost on his face, you can see like an animal he wants to pounce, and even worse you can see himself not wanting to move.

"I can't. Your thoughts. They're so strong, I couldn't even ignore it. I saw what you saw. Even in your imagination, I can feel what you felt." Edward mumbles, his hands are on his thighs in fists. You can't help your next thoughts, it's like he planted them with his words. You imagine his hands in your hair, tugging until you break. His hands on your hips. His lips on yours. Your hands on him. The feeling rises again in your stomach, your heart, and your brain. Your eyes are locked onto his, knowing what you're thinking you can't look away. Neither does he. "Fuck!" Edward stands up and runs his hands through his hair. You bite your lip and look away, guilty.

"I'm sorry... I can't help it. The movie-"

"Is about a war!" Edward interrupts, and the reason of your blush is no longer horny but embarrassment. "Sorry. I feel the same. I just can't do anything about it." You stand up, pulling down your skirt. Edward fidgets and turns around. You place your hand on him and he almost winces. "If I touch you. I'm afraid I'll break you. I can physically feel how hot you are. I can your thoughts. You should leave." You take a deep breath and make him turn around.

"Do it."

"What?" Edward's eyes don't leave yours, and his hands fly onto your waist. You can feel the hunger. Your own and his. "You want me to break you? Want me to feel your heart? Is that your desire? You'd be broken into pieces. This cannot be taken back. You cannot change your mind, once I start I can't stop it'd be like stopping an animal. I don't want to but that's how it'd be like." Hearts beating. Eyes locked. You don't know what to do. Do you listen to your heart? Or your brain? Logical or emotional.

"What do you want?" You whisper, twirling his hair in your fingers. Edward closes his eyes at the touch and the thought.

"I want to rip that skirt off of you and put you on the kitchen island. I want to be inside you. I want the shirt on the ground. I want my hands on your body. No barriers in the way. God I want you in ways that will make you afraid. I don't know if I can trust myself," Edward whispers, his eyes not opening once. His body not moving. You let your fingers trace his jaw down to his chin. You give him a kiss on the lips. "Please."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're addicting and you say those words? You speak as if you think I have self control. I'm just a human..." Edward bites his lip and opens his eyes.

"What do you want? Ask me to break you and I will. Ask me to stop and I will. Just ask me."

I walk up the steps and gently knock on the door. Maybe if I breathe wrong, I'll break it. I hold my breath as the door slowly swings open. Edward. I roll my eyes and he very obviously frowns. He's in a grey t-shirt with black sweats, and his hair is wet. Obviously he just got out of the shower.

"I'm here for Alice. She's helping me out in math." I say, gripping onto my bag for comfort. Alice rushes down the stairs calling my name. "Alice!" She throws her arms around me and hugs me tightly. She's in her same school clothes, a babydoll dress with shorts underneath and her house slippers. I didn't realize she was so short.

"Edward do you mind?" She asks, pushing him away from us. He scoffs at her, and runs his fingers through his hair. Whatever. I can't be angry at someone I don't care about. Alice grabs my hand with the biggest smile and leads me up many stairs and into her room. A beautiful canopy bed, designs all around and white desk facing a window.

"Woah. Your room is so pretty," I whisper more to myself than to her. Alice nods, making her pixie hair bounce a bit. "You drew all of this?" I gently touch the sketchbook paper on the walls. Alice hums. Each drawing looks like students in beautifully fabulous outfits.

"I get inspired all the time! Yours is next to the door." Alice says, taking out her math textbook. I walk over and see me. She drew me in a long polka dot skirt and a white tank top. My hair is in big curls and she even did makeup. "I was inspired by the 50's a line skirts! You know the poodle ones? It would suit you." I stare in awe at her talent, it looks like a photo.

"Sorry I'm just staring at your things. Let's get started?" I question sitting down at her desk, as she's sat on her bed. Alice nods and we start going over our homework. I've never had so much help before, it's nice. Most of my friends are in higher level courses, it's embarrassing to ask them for help. Alice didn't mind helping me in class, and she minds even less now. Going into detail and asking me which parts are confusing. She should be a teacher.

There's a gentle knock on the door. "Alice? Is your friend staying for dinner?" A woman asks on the other end of the door.

"Come in!" Alice barely calls out. My mom would be standing out there saying she didn't hear me. The door opens and this woman has dark hair like Alice, but everything else is different. Her smile is warm but there's a sadness to it. She's a bit taller than Alice and is still stounding outside the doorframe. Alice introduces me.

"I'm Esme. It's so nice to meet you. Are you staying for dinner? We could make you lobster with a side salad!" Esme says, and looks around the room. Lobster? Did she just say lobster? What world did I come into? Then Esme laughs. Oh a joke. I smile at her. "We had seafood yesterday and we have plently of leftovers. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Oh uh no. I'm fine with seafood leftovers. Thank you," I reply and Esme nods at me, then at Alice before leaving.

"Thank you mother." I glance at Alice who didn't even look up. "I apologize. She can be overbearing." I furrow my eyebrows and stare at her.

"That was overbearing? My mother would've asked you for your social security number. Yours didn't ask me a single question outside if I wanted food!" Alice looks down with a small smile. "She seems very nice."

"She'll love that you said that. We all think she's a tad helicopter mom. You may not see it but we do!" Alice laughs and we continue with our work. A few minutes later Alice gets up and opens the bedroom door. I stand with, but not without making a confused face. "Food's ready!" How did she know? I don't understand what magic Alice possess because the second we get down the first few steps I smell the food.

The Cullen family, all of them I assume are washing dishes. "Oh hey. You're the chick Alice brought over?" The big one, I think his name is Emmett says. I raise an eyebrow at him and notice the blonde gently hitting his arm. He smiles at her.

"We ate before you. That way you weren't being bombarded with questions from our mom," Jasper says, suddenly making his presence known directly at my side. Esme smiles and serves me a plate, setting it down right in front of me.

"This is my husband. Carlisle." She motions to a man who is currently cleaning a knife with a smile.

"Oh Dr Cullen right? You did my last checkup!" I comment, sitting down in front of the food. He smiles at me and nods. It's strange seeing him without a lab coat. Dr Cullen sets the knife down.

"Please in my home feel free to call me Carlisle." This is some weird hippy shit that my mom would kill me for. I bite my tongue and nod at him, not before noticing Edward lets out a chuckle. I roll my eyes.

"Let's go. We're not spending our free time staring at her as she eats," Rosalie says, physically dragging Emmett away. Jasper nods at me and follows them out.

"Enjoy," Esme says, linking her arm with Carlisle and walking away. Edward stays and has the nerve to sit next to me. I roll my eyes, again.

"Alice you're not going to eat?" I question, grabbing my fork. She shakes her head.

"I tend to eat later than everyone else. I need to use the restroom." She walks out of the kitchen. Leaving me with Edward.

"Eat." I snap my head to look at him. "It's good." I look back at my plate and take a bite of the shrimp. It is eerily good. Like it has a perfect mixture of all the seasonings and the temperature is perfect. "I am sorry if I said anything to offend you today."

"You didn't offend me." I start eating more comfortably, obviously he isn't leaving me alone and I am hungry.

"Then why do you hate me?"

"I don't."

"You do."

"Just because I don't like you? Does that automatically mean I hate you? I apologize for not being head over heels for you. Can I eat now?" I glare at him and his eyebrows are furrowed. It's like everything I saw he doesn't understand. Am I speaking another language? Is everyone truly so in love with him that he has never met someone who doesn't care? Talk about privilege. Alice hops back in.

"Edward, Rosalie is calling for you." She says motioning upstairs. He sighs and walks away. I finish eating. We go upstairs and finish our homework. I don't see Edward when I leave but his parents do take me to the door.

"Thank you for finding a friend in Alice. We worry about her at times. She's unique. I'm sure you're aware," Carlisle says, while Esme hands me leftovers.

"Please take this for your family. We have plenty to share. We hope to see you again!" Esme says with a huge smile. I smile back.

"Of course. Alice is so sweet. I'm sure I'll see you guys again. Thank you for having me over!" I walk to my car and happily drive home. What a strange family.

Edward's POV

I can't believe she was at my house yesterday, and I barely spoke to her. Alice is stealing her from me and I only received hatred. I sit in my usual spot in English class and wait. I wait forever and she shows up after the bell has rung. She sits down without looking back and immediately takes out her book.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn around. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. I want to see your eyes. Let me see your face. Please. Tun around.

Her head turns around as she hands me a paper the teacher is giving out. She doesn't smile, she barely even looks back. Our eyes lock for a split moment, met with her rolling her eyes.

"Dude pass the paper," The kid behind me says. I practically throw them at him and she snickers in front of me.

"I did, but in order to take my photography class I had to change most of my classes," I respond to the teacher. She nods, understanding and points me to an empty seat in the front. I nod back and slide into my seat. I think it's Edward who's sat behind me. The teacher starts talking about A Tale of Two Cities, and the main characters.

"Who says Lucie should end up with Carton and why?" I raise my hand and she points to me.

"He's messy but even so, his love for Lucie is what makes him beautiful. He destroyed his life because of how much he loved her. I think it's romantic." Some students nod in agreement. The teacher smiles at me.

"Yes Edward? Do you agree?" I turn my head and his eyebrows are furrowed staring at me. The rest of the class almost stops breathing staring at him. I try not to roll my eyes again.

"No I do not agree. Darnay is handsome and has the money. Why should Lucie date a guy who is broke and destroyed himself?" My hand shoots up before he even finishes. The teacher nods to me.

"Is that really all it takes to love someone? Money and beauty? Are you that shallow Edward?"

"Isn't everyone? Lucie is a woman and in this time she doesn't have much of a choice. Money would be her answer."

"Lucie deserves love no matter how much money he has. Carton devoted his life to her, for her. His love for her is the reason the end-"

"Students, I think that's enough for tod-"

"Carton is a mess. She deserves someone who at least looks presentable. And who's to say Darnay didn't love her like Carton did?" Edward cuts off the teacher.

"Your only argument has been that he has money. We haven't seen any proof of Darnay's devotion to her like Carton. All we see is all of his choices leading to prove that he loves her. It doesn't matter who is more attractive or has more money. That's a stupid argument to make."

"Students!" The teacher yells. Edward and I both snap back to look at her. "Enough. The bell is about to ring." She shakes her head at me, suddenly I feel small and realize the entire class was just staring at us. I huff and cross my arms. Behind me, Edward starts to whisper my name.

The bell rings and I turn to face him. "Yes?"

"That was a good argument." I roll my eyes and walk out of the class. The last I saw was his eyes wide and his mouth open. That wasn't the last I saw of him with my new classes.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're my lab partner?" I question sitting down next to him. I throw my bag on the floor and he only smiles. I may roll my eyes to the back of my head if I keep seeing him. I need a new reaction.

"Have I done something to you?" His eyes hold my own. Why are his eyes golden? What kind of rich shit are the Cullens on? I bite my tongue. Behave.

"No. I just hate how everyone treats you like royalty." I turn to fully face him. He's smirking. I raise an eyebrow. "Just because you're rich doesn't mean shit. You're just a dude." His smile drops and confusion is smacked on his face. Good. I turn back and listen to our teacher. Class ends as fast as it began. If I see him again I may scream. Math. I physically bite my tongue as I sit down next to Edward for the third time in the same day and this time I'm between him and Alice.

"Hi! I'm Alice. Nice to meet you!" She chirps next to me. I give her a small smile. She's nice. Edward says my name and I turn to face him. My smile gone.

"Can't give me a smile?"

"Creep." His eyes widen in horror and his mouth starts to move but no sound comes out. I meant what I said. I only ever say what I think.

"No I just meant-because- well- I'm sorry." He turns to face the front and Alice asks me questions about myself. The class starts and he gives us some independent work time. During this time, Edward drops his pencil and legit five girls go to pick it up. I scoff and roll my eyes for the millionth time that day. Edward smiles at them and they blush. I laugh to myself, and Edward snaps to look at me.

Edward POV

Her laugh. I haven't heard it yet. Despite her mind yelling at me, her laugh is beautiful. Alice is in her mind laughing at me. But she. She is just so mad at me.

Is he so beautiful that they think he can't pick up his own stupid pencil? Did he hypnotize them? Must be the only reason. I can't imagine idolizing someone because they're attractive according to society.

I look over at her. Her face is neutral. No emotion. I sit a bit closer to her and she glares at me from the corner of her eye. Noted. I didn't care at first. It's not unusual I'm not someone's type but with her it's different. I've never been hated. Not like this. I adored her argument earlier. Did I do something in the argument? Did I offend her? What did I say? I turn to face her and her eyebrows are furrowed as she stares at her work.

What the fuck? How did I get -2? Alice got 5? I'm confused.

How is she so calm when two seconds ago she was hating me? Is it just me? I pull my phone out and text Alice to help her. Alice shrugs, not understanding why but she does it anyway.

Oh how sweet. Alice is very kind. Maybe I can be her friend? It would be nice to make a friend today.

I don't understand. Why doesn't she like me?

Jacob somewhere in La Push was texting you. He's a family friend and wanted to update you in some family drama. He just also happens to be funny. You laugh again, Edward huffing to himself.

"Oh hey look! They're about to get kicked off the boat!" You barely look up and he huffs louder. "Captain is pissed." You are too busy responding to Jacob to register what Edward is saying. "Darling?" You look up, not letting go of your phone.

"Yes, Edward? What's up?" You ask, your phone still dinging in your hand. Jacob also happens to respond fast. You look back down. Edward throws his head back and groans. "What's wrong?"

"Who are you texting? You're not watching with me and it was your idea," He asks, glancing over at you and pausing the show. "I don't actually care about a show that is about a boat."

"It's just Jacob. I'm so-"

"The dog? He cannot possible be so funny." Edward is now fully turned to you. You set your phone down, it's still dinging. "He also cannot have that much to say. His brain is the size of a walnut." You stare at his beautiful golden eyes. His face has drooped. Suddenly, you can only laugh. You're holding your stomach and tears are forming. "What? What did I say?"

"Edward. He's giving updates about how his aunt got into it with my mom! The story is stupid and hilarious. Plus you are more into this show than I am. I'm sorry for ignoring you. You have my full attention." He almost pouts. You roll your eyes, with the biggest smile on your face. "Jealousy looks good on you."