I could see her very clearly. Two girls, both on opposite sides. One brunette, another blonde. One a naïve student, another an intelligent bimbo. But ultimately, I was the winner. I would win this game of love. Triangle love nature never meant it to be, but three in love it would be. Blondie didn't count, she never loved him. He was just a trophy to her. He was my love.

Isabella was another thing. She loved him, but I didn't know if he loved her or considered her scum. Either way three it was and three it would be.

I smiled at the brunette walking in front of me, hips swaying, hair swinging. A natural beauty. Of course, the most natural ones didn't even realize the extent of their beauty, which only made Isabella an idiot and a disposable pawn. The bimbo was the one I needed to get rid of, her desperation for a trophy boyfriend was grating on my nerves.

She didn't know me yet, but I knew her. That gave me an advantage, though it wouldn't be needed much in this game. Somehow I suspected Edward knew all of this, or at least guessed there was something brewing behind the already-violent storm. Hah. Students of Forks High were going to see a much deeper game going on.

If Edward knew all of this, it would change the scenario completely. It wouldn't be a game of love. It would be his game. He would be the one controlling the strings, the puppeteer, the Pied Piper. And though I loved him deeply, I was the puppeteer. It would not do to have him controlling the strings behind the system. It would wreck my plan.

So which would it be, Isabella? A game of love, or a lover's game?