Monday's. The blasted days I loathed when I was human but now adore as a vampire.

My Monday came and went quite silently—with at least a few twenty or so Snow battles between the Cullens and I.

So far, team Jasper and Annie was kicking everyone's asses and they couldn't wait to take revenge on our wonderful asses.

Lo and behold, Edward even had a polite and friendly conversation with Bella—making my sister as sweet as candy. All in all, a great day in my book.

•••••••

Tuesday's... blasted days.

The day after that wonderful Monday was the day Bella's fate took a step where I didn't want it to—the supernatural.

My world. Well, not mine mine, but mine nonetheless. I'd claimed this world when I had discovered my gift as a young girl, and later on when I became a vampire and I was loath to let it go.

I knew it seemed selfish but I really, really, didn't want Bella in this world. Sometimes, she had this thing that she did—she would take something that was ours, or mine, and make it all about her. So sue me if I was a bit immature when it came to my twin.

~

Everything happened in slow motion. As if I had been watching a movie.

From the second I rushed out the school office with a vision, to seeing that same vision happen in real life—when Tyler's truck glid through the parking lot towards my sister—, to the moment Edward rushed besides a frozen Bella, saving her life.

I rushed over at a more human pace—even if it felt like walking in slow motion at this point—, just in time to see Edward walk away, leaving behind a stunned Bella, who was staring at the deep dent Edward's hand had made in Tyler's truck body when he'd stopped it.

"Fuck!" With my hissed exclamation, everything seemed to click into place, things happening again at a normal pace.

"Bella? Bella!" A girl screamed.

"Holy shit!"

"Bella, are you okay? Hold on, someone call an ambulance!"

Staring at the commotion listlessly. "Fuck." I muttered, closing my eyes, resigning myself.

Welcome to our side, sis'.

•••••••••

I wanted to thank Edward—genuinely—for saving my sister, even if I knew she wouldn't have died, but I also wanted to curse him. A good punch in his gut for exposing us like this—to my sister of all people.

Bella was like a dog—now that she'd seen something so foreign, she will be on his ass like a little dog after a bone. Stubbornness was a Swan trait after all. Great.

~

It took six EMTs, and two teachers—Mr. Varner and Coach Clapp—to shift the truck far enough away from Bella to bring the stretcher in. Bella hit her head and surely got a small concussion so no matter how many times she refused her stretcher, I was relentless and she was in a neck brace in no time.

~•0•~

Bella was now in the emergency ward, in a room with Tyler and a few other patients as I stood in the hallway with Rose, Edward and Carlisle.

"This is bad. Really bad." Rose was whisper yelling. "You just exposed us to a human."

Edward sighed. "What was I supposed to do? Let Annie's sister die?"

Carlisle was silent as I squeezed Edward's hand. "And I'm glad you saved my sister, honey, but are the consequences worth it?"

At the end of the day, I was a cold-hearted bitch. If you were waiting for a redemption story between sisters, wrong place, wrong sisters. I was genuinely glad Bella was alive, but only because that way, dad didn't have to mourn for a daughter.

Like I said, I didn't want her in our world—I could feel she didn't belong in it. But who was I to tempt fate.

Besides, now that she'd been made aware of the supernatural, I bet she'd now encounter vampires left and right—and not the vegetarian ones. Fuck.

The four of us sensed Bella looking at us, or rather staring holes into Edward's head. "Can I talk to you for a moment?" Her voice had an edge to it but it was in a whisper.

Really, sis? Say thank you and move on. Gosh.

Edward walked over, pulling me with him, intent on not dealing with her on his own. "What do you want?"

The man's harsh voice seemed to stump Bella for a bit as she was at a loss of words for a second before, "You owe me an explanation." Say what, now?

"I saved your life—I don't owe you anything." Edward replied, disgust clear in his voice.

I mean, can I blame him though?

"You promised." Bella insisted, even though she flinched back from his tone.

"Bella, you hit your head. You don't know what you're talking about." Edward's voice could cut glass right now.

Suddenly I felt a bit awkward standing there between them.

My sister's temper seemed to flare. "There's something wrong with my head."

"Actually, there is." I chimed in. "It's called a concussion, Bella."

Bella glared at me as Edward spoke up. "What do you want from me, Bella?"

"I want to know the truth."

Before Edward could reply, I had enough. "How about you thank him for saving your life and let it go?"

My twin glared fiercely at me. "You weren't even there, Annie, so shut up."

Edward stepped in front of me, cutting my retort, and acting as though protecting me from my twin—I didn't need it but the move was cute. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"No." Was my dumb sister's reply.

"In that case... I hope you enjoy disappointment." He said before kissing my temple and walking away.

When Bella turned around to me, she flinched back for no reason—well... I guess I was dangerously glaring at her but... semantics.

••••••••

Dad drove us back home and told Bella to call Ren—mom.

"You told mom?" Bella was pale.

"Sorry." Dad scratched his head while I quietly snickered on the side.

Our mother's hysterics whenever Bella hurt herself—which was often—were renowned.

~•0•~

The month that followed the accident was uneasy, tense, and embarrassing for all parties involved.

Bella found herself the center of attention the rest of that week, with Tyler following her around like a kicked puppy, intent on making amends.

The Cullens' mood plummeted every time we heard Bella confess again and again that it was Edward that saved her—her hero—when no one had seen the guy anywhere near her.

I knew my sister pretty well, and I could tell that her need to tell every breathing soul that Edward had saved her was because she was in dire need of his attention. I guess she was pretty bummed that ever since the accident, neither Edward nor his family breathed in Bella's direction again.

I could tell it was eating her up, since she was getting weirdly obsessed with them, and already half in love with the guy—thanks not, dear visions. I must admit, the obsession wasn't that one-sided but the feelings part definitely was.

••••••••

"Talk to her."

We had a free class in biology, the teacher was letting us do the experiments with whomever we wanted so Edward and I had partnered up—Angela was with Bella.

Edward turned seemingly confused eyes to me. "Hm?"

"You've been pissy this whole week, Ed. And it's not cute." I sighed. "So, talk to her."

He cleared his throat. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I pinched his waist. "I don't want you to either but I swear to god if you don't talk to her and get rid of that pissy mood, I'm gonna kill you."

Edward gave me a glare but he knew I was right so, seeing Angela step away for a bit, he walked to Bella.

"Bella." I was snooping in on their little conversation. I didn't want it to happen, but I also wanted Edward to be happier and less pissy—and if it was my sister that did that, I supposed I had no choice.

"Oh, you're talking to me, now?" Bella had also been pissy the whole week.

"I'm sorry." Edward apologized. "But... us being friends is not a good idea."

"Yeah, well maybe you should have thought about that before you could regret."

"Regret?" Edward was now the confused one.

Shit. I knew what Bella was hinting at. Don't do it Bella, don't!

"Regret saving me from that truck."

Time seemed to stop around them for a bit before Edward revealed a disbelieving face. "You think I regret saving your life?"

"I know it."

Now Ed was definitely angry. "You know nothing." He snapped before he marched back to our seats.

"So much for a good plan." He elegantly glid in his seat.

"Sorry." I sighed, shaking my head in disbelief at my twin.

"Don't worry." He replied. "It really is better if I'm not friends with her."

••••••••

"What's your deal?" Bella asked as I was cooking tonight's dinner and glancing at her every now and then. Guess she'd noticed.

"What's yours?" I asked back. "Edward wanted to make peace between you two and you snapped at him."

Bella glared at me, putting down her pencil. "He said it was better if we weren't friends. So I gave him what he wanted."

"You really don't know anything, Bella." I shook my head. He said they shouldn't be friends, not that he didn't want them to be.

"Anyways, he's not interested in me. I know he meant it that way." Bella said.

"Of course he's not." I muttered. At least, not in that way.

"Of course he's not interested in me." Bella bitterly said, not hearing me. "I'm not interesting. And he is. Interesting... and brilliant... and mysterious... and perfect... and beautiful, and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand."

Was she tearing up? "You're crazy." I told her. "You've known this guy a month."

"Really?" She snapped at me.

"All I'm saying is, take it slow, Bella." I sighed. "And stop acting like you're a martyr for leaving him his space. That's what normal people usually do."

Bella was about to reply when she was cut by dad coming home. "Girls?"

"In here, dad." I called out as I took out my Mexican-themed dinner out of the oven.

"Hmm. It smells divine in here." Dad entered the kitchen, hugging the both of us before washing his hands.

"Chicken enchiladas, chili cheese crunch wraps and a cheesy taco bake." I announced with a small smile.

"I love you." Dad kissed my temple with an exaggerated expression.

I laughed. "I know you do. Come on, let's eat!"

~

"Will you be back in time for the dance?"

Bella had just obtained dad's permission for her little trip to Seattle this weekend, she probably wanted to skip said dance.

As for me, I was all ready for the dance—with Rose and Alice, we were overjoyed to go to the spring dance and make some memories. Their husbands would be their date while Edward will be mine, in a best friend kinda way.

Bella's face fell. "No—I don't dance, dad."

"Oh, that's right." Dad probably realized the balance problems Bella inherited from mom.

~

I went to sleep hoping for at least a few weeks of the boring days I loved—but I knew better.

I knew fate wanted to shake things up... fate just loved to mess with my routine.