Emmett Cullen had always played a part in her life. Angela had admired him from afar, not daring to confide with Ben about her secret crush. She don't want to look naïve or even worse – stereotypical.

It was stereotypical to think every girl at Forks High had a crush on a Cullen. Only one girl had succeeded in snagging one, and Isabella wasn't about to give him up to hot-guy starved blondes anytime soon.

Though stereotypical, she felt unique amongst them. Most of the people Angela talked to would reveal love and devotion for Jasper or Edward. Never Emmett.

She poked at her salad, stabbing a green leaf with interest and holding it up to her brown eyes. Not that he'd ever give thought to her. She was Angela Weber, for Christ's sake. She'd be invisible if she were the only person in the room. She chewed thoughtfully, fixing her messy brunette bun.

The other problem was Rosalie Cullen. She'd never give him up. They were frighteningly in love. She was frighteningly beautiful. And also just plain frightening.

She needed more creative adjectives. Angela pushed the rest of my food tray away silently, letting Ben slink his arm around her in a way of 'Hey guys, look at me, I have a GIRLFRIEND'. It's a serious feat that Ben scored a girl, even if she was just Angela Weber. Nobody gives her a second thought.

The bell rang and she picked up my bag, letting out a sigh. Bella's giggling and Edward's velvet tone could be heard from the other side of the cafeteria. She loaded her binders into the messenger pouch slumped on the ground and headed off. Angela hated watching Bella with Edward. She stared at them enviously, wondering why of everybody had to have it perfect and I had to have-

"Angie! My babe!" Ben's voice boomed in the side of my ear. She shrugged off his arm.

"You should be getting to class. I'd hate to keep you waiting." Angela muttered softly. He tilted his head and threw up his hands in the air.

"No comprendo, Angie. Hey, how do you say 'no' in Spanish?" He shot her a fat toothy grin. She just kind of wanted to shoot him in general. Before she could grudgingly correct him, he was off chasing after Jessica and pulling her ponytail.

Luckily, graduation was soon. She'd be able to bid him goodbye, with some tight-lipped speech about long distance relationships and how they never work and yadda yadda yadda. She pushed open the cafeteria door, breathing in the sweet scent of flowers mixed with the musky smell of rain. It was a smell she'd grown used to. She was even lucky that she'd noticed it, for it was so familiar.

Summer was wonderful in Forks. While everybody complained and moaned, she thought that the Cullens and her were on the same page. They loved the rainy weather and would kind just like to crawl away when the sun peaked in for a long put off visit.

Unfortunately, they were allowed to disappear when the sun came out. She had to brave the light and flinch whenever a sun beam caught her in the eye. She let out a small noise of failure, wishing for the clouds to open up and cover her with rain.

The rest of the day passed with ease and she had to make due with the ride Ben offered her on the way home. Rides with him were miserable. He cranks up the rap station, eats apples, and screams jokes at her because he thinks that she won't hear him. She shuddered, closing the door and walked into her house slowly.

The house was dark and ominous with all the lights off. Angela groped around all the walls, before her palm smacked a light switch. The chandelier above her lit up in a sparkle of the diamonds that glinted from the ceiling. She sighed and hurried upstairs to her room. When the light in there came on, a small velvet box lay on her bed.

She picked it up curiously, reading the note that was left on.

Angela-

I thought it was about time to pass this on to you. Prom is soon and I want you to wear this. It is an heirloom, a locket crafted by an ancestor of ours in the Civil War. Yes, he was on the Southern side! While his first name remains a shrouded mystery, Major Whitlock crafted this to keep a picture of the young woman he loved long ago.

You can take the picture of the woman out, though I would recommend that you keep it in. It's an antique.

Yes, I have seen your dress. You will look stunning with Ben.

-Mom

P.S. Heat up a frozen pizza for dinner. I'm going to be out tonight.

Angela smiled, thinking about how the note had almost been touching except for the part about frozen pizza. She gently lifted the locket out and forgot to breathe. It was gorgeous, and she gazed at her snow white strapless dress with the ankle gloves.

The locket was held on a thin gold string, in the shape of a typical heart. The letters 'JW' were printed in the smallest of emeralds, in curvy typography. The rest was golden while paler emeralds made a small border around the heart.

She struggled to carefully open the locket. There, in black and white, was a Southern belle. Thought it was in black and white, she could imagine the girl's auburn hair, almost identical to Angela's hair color, piled up in thick curls and hidden under a pastel bonnet.

Her fingers stroked the photo. The girl was pretty and delicate, and somewhat like her. She tilted her head slightly and clicked it back in place. The mannequin posing with her dress seemed like the correct place to put this. She gently clasped it around the thick, fabric neck of her lifeless model. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself in that dress with pure white strappy heels and the mother of pearl hair combs decorated with emeralds.

Opening her mouth, she did a long intake of breath through her nose. This was going to be a prom to remember.

She gazed back down at the note and frowned. Something wasn't right. When she reread it, she could visibly see herself wince in the ornate mirror across from her. It was the sentence that she'd be stunning with Ben.

She didn't want to look stunning for him. She knew who she wanted to look stunning for. Somebody who'd treat her nicely and look at her with admiration. Ben would look at her like something to play with after prom. She threw the note off the bed and clenched her fists, closing her eyes again.

Angela Weber wanted to be stunning for Emmett Cullen. But that wasn't going to happen anytime soon, was it?

For one, the reasons she'd mentioned before. He'd never look at her. But she perked up slightly. Maybe, just maybe, if he saw her in her prom dress... She bit her tongue and scoffed. If she looked like a supermodel, he wouldn't notice her. It was always Rosalie. The name burned like acid on her tongue. She had nothing against her, either then she was with Emmett.

Why was she getting so possesive? This was unnatural. Angela had never thought of anybody so much in her life. Deep breathes, she assured herself, take them and he'll be gone from your mind. But every breath brought something. His face, his laugh, his voice, his frequent make-out sessions with Rosalie. It didn't burn as much when she thought about the hilarious memories of being innocent and watching stuff like that. They didn't teach you that kind of stuff on Animal Planet.

It was a session of Cullen and high school. She was having her life lessons spoon fed to her, ala Emmett.

Angela gazed at her prom outfit. Maybe she should skip it and give it to somebody. She was sure a Cullen would look better in it.

What was it with her and being so obsessive with them? She let in a sharp breath and let her chin jut out. No way. Make a pact, Angela, and don't think of them anymore.

She coiled up under the sheets like a snake and brought her lips to make a thin line. It was impossible. The pact was broken.

She was in love with Emmett Cullen.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction on here. :D I'm dying for reviews. I've always loved Angela and I enjoy pairing her with every vampire under the sun. 3

I do not own any of the characters of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn. It all belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

I wish I owned them. ;-;