Life is kicking my butt. It's okay though.

Twilight isn't mine.

I'm barely alive when lunch rolls around, dragging my feet through the short lunch line and to where I saw Bella sitting.

She's made friends, or at least people to sit with, which is an impressive feat considering its Bella- and they all pause their conversation to look at me. I plop down into a seat right next to Bella, picking at the mushy pasta on my tray.

I rested my head against the table when I realized that nothing here was edible. This was my go-to move when in the face of socializing today, well minus the pasta picking. Head meet table.

"Hey," Bella says, patting my back, her voice a soft whisper. "You okay?"

I knew she knew I wasn't, so I just keep my head down, leaning into her side. The noise of the cafeteria is close to being too much for me to handle, so I try to focus on my sister's heartbeat.

I hear a small chorus of 'aww's' coming from the few people sitting at the table. I automatically dislike the group a tad. Just a small, tiny tad.

A few minutes pass and I hear Bella ask a question to one of the girls, curiosity tinging her voice.

"Who are they?" Curious myself, I lift my head from Bella's body to look to where she was quite obviously staring. A group of 5 people sat at the furthest table, closest to the windows and away from the rest of us.

Too pale and too gorgeous, the lot of them were. The 3 men- because there's no way I could call them boys- are of all different builds and appearance, yet seemed to be carved from the careful, talented hands of Michelangelo himself; features soft yet sharp if focused on for too long.

The two women, opposites of each other in appearance and most likely personalities, were gorgeous, looking like models of varying careers. They still reminded me of statues; their features a strange mix of sharp and soft, unmoving and too perfect.

None of them moved, which was strange. Staring at their untouched, almost empty trays, and looking away from each other as if they had gotten into an argument.

"They all look constipated." It's the first thing I say, which causes the three boys at our table- whose names I don't care enough about- to burst into laughter. Bella snorts on her water, trying to hold back cough as she chokes.

I'm suddenly wishing that I had something more…philosophical to say.

"I mean…" I trail off, looking back to see the big one- hulking and too big for the tiny seat- trying to hold in laughter, body trembling at the effort. The blonde- the woman- is staring us down, her bright, honey brown eyes cold. I don't even try to look at the other three, slamming my head into Bella's chest. She makes a whoosh noise, a 'oof' as I felt my cheeks burn with a weird mixture of guilt and embarrassment.

How in the world did they hear that? I'm not that loud. I think.

"T-that's-" the girl begins, trying to talk over the boys still doubled over in laughter. "That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

That's a mouthful of info to digest.

"So like…they aren't obviously related, right?" I ask, hesitantly, hoping nothing else I said would be as bad as my first words.

Blood wasn't an important thing to consider people as family but curiosity strikes me once again because there seemed to be couples within the group, which was incredibly strange.

It seems like a question she was waiting for, launching onto another shorter spiel that takes me a moment to digest.

"Oh no, but they are like, together-together- besides Edward he's like, girlfriend-less." I notice that she sounds mighty bitter about the last part, glaring down at her own food as she spoke. Someone's angry.

"Which ones are the Cullen's?" Bella asks, resuming in her attempts to not be so obvious at staring. Which she completely failed at, mind you. I snuck a few glances myself, focusing on the big one who was slowly coming down from his sudden fit of laughter at the expense of the blonde woman.

"That would be the two black haired ones-Emmett and Alice and the redhead, Edward. The Hales are the blonds. All of them are either in our grade or are seniors."

Ah. So, I'll never see them. Okay. I hum tunelessly and soon find out from one of the boys from the table that I have time to doze off before history. Burying my hands into Bella's jacket pocket, I settle against her shoulder and fall into a light sleep.