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Art passed pretty quickly, with me and Emmett joking around as usual. During Chemistry, however, I'd gotten a vision of Bella getting sick and going home with Edward. They were blood typing in Biology today. Luckily, Eric didn't notice my pause in our conversation and I managed to continue taking notes and listening to Eric. During Trig and on her way to lunch, Jess chattered happily about her plans for the dance.

As we walked into the cafeteria, the first thing I saw was Edward sitting at a corner table by himself. I met his eyes from across the room and nodded to him, which he returned. I flicked my eyes over to Bella and then back to him, thinking You want me to get her for you?

He nodded back to me, the sides of his lips curling up in a small smile.

I nudged Bella with my shoulder and nodded towards Edward, saying, "Hey, Bell."

"Edward Cullen is staring at you," Jessica said, noticing where my own gaze was. "I wonder why he's sitting alone today."

Bella's head snapped up a second later, and I watched as Edward curled a finger, asking her to come to him, and then winked at her. I rolled my eyes at the gesture, but Bella nearly swooned. Damned romantic.

"Does he mean you?" Jessica asked, astonished.

Bitch, please. He sure as hell didn't mean you.

"Maybe he needs some help with his Biology homework," Bella muttered, her cheeks beginning to flush pink. "Um, I'd better go see what he wants."

I watched as she went to sit down with him and had begun walking with Jessica to our regular lunch table when my tray was suddenly stolen from my grasp, causing me to almost fall over; however, before I could hit the floor, a pair of strong, cold arms wrapped themselves right under my ribs and pulled me into an equally icy and hard chest.

"Give me back my pizza, you ass-hat!" I yelled, not even caring who it was that took it. I loved pizza, and I was just about willing to fight someone to the death for it. I heard a booming laugh, and realized it had been Emmett who had stolen my tray and was currently jogging over to where Rosalie was sitting.

"Ass-hat?" I familiar southern drawl said next to my ear, sounding amused.

I grinned up at him as Jasper released my waist, but kept his arm over my shoulder, walking me over to their usual table. And where my pizza currently was.

"Yes. Ass-hat. A hat for your ass," I explained, and he chuckled next to me.

"That's got to be one of the most…interesting insults I've heard lately," he said, cocking his head slightly to the side.

"Stick around. You're bound to hear even more from me. You haven't seen me angry yet," I said.

By now, we had gotten to the table, and Jasper pulled out one of the old blue plastic chairs for me to sit in. I sat down, and he sat next to me. Next to Jasper was an empty seat, then Emmett, who still had my tray of food, and Rosalie next to him.

"I love you, Em, but next time you steal my pizza, I'll cut your fucking hands off. Okay?" I said, smiling sweetly as I snatched my plate back from him.

Emmett put his hand over his heart and faked a hurt expression. "Why, Seri, are you saying you love pizza more than me?"

"Hell, yes," I said, taking a bite of the warm cheesy goodness and moaning in delight.

Rosalie wrinkled in disgust. "What is she doing here, Emmett?"

"Come on, Rose," Jasper said next to me. "Edward's got Bella today, so there's no reason that Seri can't eat lunch with us."

"Yeah, Rose," Emmett agreed beside her. "Plus, then Seri would be stuck listening to Jessica Stanley spew her random shit until lunch was over."

Apparently, Rosalie hated Jessica more than she disliked me, since her nose crinkled up even more. I snorted. She had a point.

"Whore," she said, turning her nose up and crossing her arms.

"Oh, she's so sassy. So open in her hatefulness," I sighed wistfully, staring at Rosalie with my head in my hands. "Absolutely gorgeous."

Jasper snickered and Emmett laughed at my little dramatic display. I saw Rosalie glance at me out of the corner of her eyes and then roll them, but I could see a small smile playing on her lips anyway.

"So, where's Alice?" I asked, looking at the empty seat next to Jasper and taking another bite of my pizza.

"She went home after second period. Said something about new clothes coming out that she needed to buy as soon as possible. She said she should be back in time for sixth period though," Rosalie said absentmindedly, staring at her hands as she picked at her nails.

"Ah," I said, taking a drink out of a bottle of lemonade. Beside me, Jasper groaned. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised and asked, "What was that for?"

"Nothing," he mumbled, looking at the table.

Emmett rolled his eyes, throwing one of his arms over the back of Rosalie's chair. "He hates the new clothes Alice buys him."

What?

"Then why do you wear them?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"It makes her happy," he sighed out.

I opened my mouth to say something, then shut it quickly. I stared at my pizza, my eyebrows scrunched together, and absently played with my bottle of lemonade as I thought. I understood why he wanted to please her so much—he saw her as his savior from the emotions humans emit when he fed from them—but I didn't understand why, if they were mates, she wouldn't buy him clothes he would like. He had to please her but she didn't have to please him? That's bullshit.

"What?" Jasper asked, squinting slightly. Damn. He looked suspicious.

"Nothing," I said quickly, trying to cover my thoughts by taking another huge bite of pizza.

"Come on, Seri," he said, nudging me lightly with my shoulder. "What is it?"

I looked over at him and quickly ran my eyes up his form from his shoes to his head. Black dress shoes that were meant to look slightly like tennis shoes, dark wash jeans that were obviously designer, and a pale blue button up with some weird looking sweater-vest-thing that was in a darker shade of blue.

"I think you'd look better in worn out jeans and a t-shirt," I said, shrugging nonchalantly. I wasn't lying. He definitely would. I just don't know what he'd think about me telling him that.

He cocked his head slightly to the side, staring at me in a lazy yet alert way that told me he was trying to read my emotions. However, only a few seconds later a sophomore walked by the table to throw his trash away and gawk at us. As soon as he passed our table you could hear the massive explosion of gas that came out of his butt, and I could only keep it in for a few seconds before I sputtered and went into a hysterical laughing fit. I could feel the tears streaming down my face at the look of disdain on Rosalie's face and the disgust on Jasper and Emmett's.

It took me a few minutes before I was finally able to calm down, and when I did, I looked over to where Bella and Edward were sitting. He had a small grin on his face as he twirled what I thought was a bottle cap between his fingers. Bella just stared at him with a straight face, clearly unhappy with whatever it was he had just said.

"They look like they're getting along today," I said suddenly, and Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper turned their heads to follow my eye line. Rosalie sneered at the two of them before turning back to stare at the table while Emmett grinned in their direction and Jasper just stared.

"Is Edward as mood-swingy as Bella is?" I asked suddenly, unable to stop my lips from flapping what I was thinking.

Emmett whipped his head to look at me before booming out his usual laugh, Rosalie's lips twitched, and Jasper grinned at me.

"Very," Jasper replied.

You would know, wouldn't you?

"Shit's going to hit the fan when they get together," I muttered to myself, shoving that last bite of my pizza into my mouth. I saw Rosalie stiffen, and for a second Emmett and Jasper looked at each other. No one said anything about what I'd said though, so I just assumed it was quiet enough no human would be able to hear it.

I looked over at the table again to see Edward walking toward the table. As he walked past, he nodded to the table. Then he was out the door.

Taking the initiative, I picked up my tray and said, "I'm going to go get my stuff and head to Wars."

"I'll come with you," Jasper said, pushing out of his chair and grabbing the tray away from me.

"You know I can carry that myself, right?" I said as we walked to the trash can and then out into the sprinkling rain. Jasper walked closer to me than usual once we got outside, and I could physically see his eyes darting around us. I stared at him for a moment before something occurred to me. "Are you worried something like yesterday is going to happen again?"

Jasper's head snapped toward me, and I could see how dark his eyes were. Not mad, but protective. He looked me over before saying, "No one should treat a lady like that."

I rolled my eyes, strolling into the door of the school and right up to my locker. As I spun my lock, I said, "Jasper, nothing was going to happen, and it won't happen again."

"But how do you know that?" he asked in a serious tone as I grabbed a book.

"No need to be so aggressive," I said teasingly back, trying to get him to lighten up.

"How do you know that?" he asked again, enunciating each word separately this time. Okay, so that didn't work.

I slung my backpack onto my shoulder and slammed my locker shut. Turning to look at him, I said in my most soothing voice, "Because I do, Jasper. Trust me."

I saw his jaw tighten before he nodded once to me, and we continued on to class.

It was awkward once again when we got to class, and I wondered if every day was going to start like this now. A few minutes into the period, a vision came to me, and I grinned brightly as I looked over at Jasper and said, "Hey, you know what would be fun?"

Jasper looked at me with eyes that were still more brown than gold and raised an eyebrow.

"Can we invite Emmett and Rosalie to go ice skating with us? Please?" I begged hopefully. I put my hands up in a praying gesture in front of my chest, pushed out my lower lip, and widened my eyes, giving him the puppy dog look

Jasper's serious façade broke, and a wide smile stretched across his face as he shook his head. "Always thinking of playing around with Emmett, aren't you?"

"Well, that sounded dirty," I pointed out. His face dropped and he opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I went on. "I think it would be like a cute little date for Rosalie and Emmett. You could even bring Alice, if you want."

I didn't want, but it would be impolite to say so. It was a bonus to know she wouldn't actually come anyway.

"She wouldn't want to. There's a chance of her clothed getting wet from the ice," Jasper said, scowling slightly. "But I can ask Rose and Em when I get home later, if you'd like."

"Yay!" I cheered. I turned my head to look at Mr. Roberts. I thought about listening to him for a moment before rolling my eyes and looking toward the window beside Jasper instead. My heart skipped a beat and I almost started panicking when I saw Edward carrying Bella on the sidewalk outside. I took a deep breath as I remembered the whole blood-typing-in-biology thing.

"You okay?" Jasper asked, concern clearly in his voice.

I took another deep breath. "Yeah. I just saw Edward carrying Bella. She looked sick. Then I remembered that I heard they were blood typing in biology today."

Jasper raised an eyebrow. I knew what that meant. Explain.

"She hates the smell of blood. It makes her sick," I explained.

"But humans can't smell blood," Jasper said, confused. He didn't even notice his tiny slip.

"We can. It smells like rust and salt. Disgusting. I can just stomach it better than she can." It was true. I think it came from years of patching up her cuts and scrapes.

"That's weird," he muttered, almost to himself.

"You're telling me," I muttered back.

About halfway through class, I got a text from Bella that said Edward was taking her home because she was sick and that Alice would bring her truck around later. The rest of the period passed by pretty uneventfully, with just the chat and friendly joking between Jasper and me as we did section review questions. Gym was just as uneventful, and I was glad when the day was over and I could get away from the hellhole that was the school.