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Read on, my lovelies!

"Life Starts Now"

"Living in a world so cold, wasting away
Living in a shell with no soul, since you've gone away
Living in a world so cold, counting the days
Since you've gone away, you've gone away"

Previously...

'None of them were tanned, though that was to be expected of the people living in Forks, and overall, the people at the table were very beautiful.

"Who are they?" I muttered under my breath.'

...and now...

Chapter Three: World So Cold

Bella Swan

Em turned to look at me, apparently having heard what I said, "Who are who?"

"Them." I subtlely pointed to their table.

"Oh. I think those are-um, shit, what'd that dude tell me? Oh yeah! I think they're the Cullens."

"There's something...off about them."

"Tell me about it. I ran into the blonde guy this morning and the second his skin touched mine it was like I was instantly calm. It freaked me out."

"So he's like a walking chill pill?"

He gave me a funny look, but answered nonetheless, "Yeah, I guess you could put it that way. You don't think..." he trailed off with wide eyes.

I knew exactly what he meant. "No," I answered. "Well...maybe. I mean, it's possible."

"But probably not."

I sighed, shrugging. "It's not likely, but then again there are a lot more of us than we originally thought."

He looked at me understandingly. "You're right, Bell. We'll just pay attention and see if we notice anything peculiar, okay?"

I bit my lip. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Good, 'cause I remember when we first met Sy—"

The bell rang, cutting Emmett off and signalling the end of the lunch period.

"That was quick," he said.

"It was. But on the bright side, we have Music next!" I grinned.

He grinned back, "That we do, little sis, that we do."

"Emmett, you do realize that I'm only 37 seconds younger than you are, right?"

"You're still younger than me."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Hardly."

"I'm still older."

"I'm still better."

"You so are not."

"Yeah, I am, Emmett."

"No, you're n—"

I cut him off, "I really am. Now let's go to class."

"Oh, hell yeah, we have Music!" He did a victory fist pump in the air, completely forgetting about what we had previously been talking about.

"Oh God, Emmett," I shook my head. "How am I not ashamed of being related to you yet?"

"Because you looove me," he sang.

"You're right. I do love you, Emmett."

Smiling at me, he said seriously, "I know, Bella Boo, and I love you too."

I sighed. "You just had to ruin that moment by making that intentionally rhyme, didn't you?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You know it, sista."

I put my index finger and thumb close together. "Yeah, now I'm like this close to being ashamed, Emmett. You might want to quit while you're ahead."

"Bu—" he started.

I shook my head at him. "Don't even bother, Em, don't even bother." I sped up in front of him and quickly made my way to the music room.

Emmett caught up to me as I walked through the door of the room. He pouted. "That was just plain rude, Bella."

"Sorry, Em."

"No, Bella, you're not sorry. You really hurt my feelings back there."

I stuck my bottom lip out in my "dangerous" pout, widened my eyes and made them well up with tears. "I'm sorry, Emmy. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings—honest. I love you," I said in a quiet voice while shuffling my feet nervously.

His eyes were as wide as saucers, making him look like a deer caught in headlights. This was the reaction I got from everyone, especially Emmett.

"No fair, Bella!" He whined.

I smirked at him and innocently asked, "What's not fair?"

He glared at me and stalked over to the teacher's small office inside the room mumbling, "Stupid pout should be illegal," under his breath. I smiled to myself and followed behind him happily. I practically skipped the way there.

The music room was nice, and had a small office inside of it made specifically for the teacher, since the school only had one to teach Music class. A woman in her thirties with curly orange hair and wild makeup—bright, colorful eyeshadow, lipstick, and blush—and bright eccentric clothing greeted us when we walked into the office.

"Hello," she said enthusiastically, her lips with bright pink lipstick on them stretching into a wide, friendly grin. "You must be the new students, Emmett and Isabella Swan."

I nodded, smiling, and saw from the corner of my eye that Emmett was just standing there smiling at her like the big teddy bear he is. "That would be us."

"Well, it is an absolute pleasure to meet the both of you. I'm Ms. Garcia, but please just call me Penelope. Come, come," she ushered us into the classroom. When we were in the class, she turned to the students. "Good afternoon everybody. We have new students with us today. These are the Swans, Emmett and Isa—"

I cut her off. "Bella."

She turned to me. "Sorry?"

"I hate being called Isabella. Just call me Bella."

"I think I'll stick with Isabella. It's such a beautiful name."

I glared at her. "Well, okay then, Ms. Garcia."

She raised an eyebrow at me, then smiled after a moment. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you, Bella."

"I'm going to enjoy being in your class, Penelope," I smiled back.

She grinned through her pink lipstick and then turned back to the class again. "As I was saying, this is Emmett and Bella Swan. Be nice to them, make friends, yada yada yada. What do you say we do a little Q 'n' A with them quickly?" When the class nodded enthusiastically, she smiled. "State your name, then ask your question."

"Your name's Bella, right? I'm Nathan. Are you Italian?" a boy with red hair and blue eyes asked.

"Si, siamo italiano."

"Uh...what does that mean?" He asked confusedly.

"'Yes, we're Italian,'" Emmett intervened.

A girl with black hair and very light brown eyes raised her hand next. "My name's Mira. What languages can each of you speak?" Her voice had a really nice Bulgarian accent.

"Well I can speak English, Italian, and French," Emmett said.

"Same," I shrugged.

Emmett smirked. "Come on, Bella, don't be so modest. Tell them all of the languages you can speak."

I glared at him for a minute before sighing. "English, Italian, French, Spanish, German."

Everyone seemed to be pretty shocked at that. What can I say? I like languages. Besides, it's only five and two of them I grew up listening to, and then another two I learned in my years at school, so really, I've only learned one on my own.

Emmett smiled at me.

"I'm Kelsey. What instruments can you play?" asked a very thin girl with dull red shoulder-length hair and huge hazel green eyes.

"I play drums, some bass and a little guitar, and I help Bella with writing songs a little," Emmett told them.

I frowned internally. I hated sounding like I knew so much, but honestly, I did know a lot, so it wasn't like I was lying.

"What about you?" Kelsey's large eyes landed on me.

"Guitar and piano. I also sing and write songs. That's about it," I admitted.

Penelope gave us a surprised smile. "How about you show us some of your musical skills?"

"Uh, yeah, okay."

"What song, Bells?" Emmett asked me.

I shrugged. "How about Last To Know?"

He nodded and got on the drums.

I sat at the black piano. "This is an original song we call Last To Know."

I started pressing my fingers gracefully to the ivory keys.

He just walked away
Why didn't he tell me?
And where do I go tonight?
This isn't happening to me
This can't be happening to me
He didn't say a word
Just walked away

You were the first to say
That we were not okay
You were the first to lie
When we were not alright

This was my first love
He was the first to go
And when he left me for you
I was the last to know

Why didn't he tell me
Where to go tonight?
He didn't say a word
He just walked away

You were the first to say
That we were not okay
You were the first to lie
When we were not alright

This was my first love
He was the first to go
And when he left me for you
I was the last to know

I'll be the first to say
That now I'm okay
And for the first time
I've opened up my eyes

This was my worst love
You'll be the first to go
And when he leaves you for dead
You'll be the last to know

I'll be the first to say
That now I'm okay
And for the first time
I've opened up my eyes

This was my worst love
You'll be the first to go
And when he leaves you for dead
You'll be the last to know

When we finished, the entire class, Penelope included, sat there staring at us with mouths wide open.

I snorted quietly and heard Emmett do the same.

Penelope snapped out of her stupor and clapped, the rest of the class followed. "Bravo, bravo. I am extremely impressed with the two of you," she grinned. "Go ahead and take your seats now."

Em and I quickly scurried from the front to the back and plopped down in a couple of empty seats together.

"Now that is how it is done, people," Penelope said to the class. "Today we'll be..."

Music class went by really fast. Too fast for my liking. I loved music and thoroughly enjoyed the class itself. Penelope was hilarious and such a nice woman. It was hard not to like her. She was by far my favorite teacher of all time. After Music, I had Trigonometry while Emmett had Government. We bid one another goodbye and parted, going in different directions.

Trig was quick, too. For that, I was thankful. The class went something like this:

"Do you want to introduce yourself?" Mr. Varner, a rotund balding man, asked as he sat behind a wooden desk in the classroom, stuffing back donuts in a 'stealth' manner, after I had my sheet signed by him.

"Nope," I answered, popping the 'p'.

He looked at me. "That wasn't a question."

I raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you not say 'please introduce yourself' or something similar to that? You know, politely tell me to introduce myself, not ask me to introduce myself when you're just going to say that I have to do it anyway. What's the point in asking if I want to introduce myself if I don't actually have a choice in the matter?"

He blinked.

I strolled over to a random desk and sat down with a smile on my face.

He glared at me the entire class.

I glared back with my signature glare that Emmett, and the few friends I knew back home, told me could make even grown men cower in fear.

Clearly I'm an expert at pouting and glaring.

Well now aren't I just the most gifted one out there?

Emmett met me at the gymnasium doors for our last class of the day. I changed quickly into a pair of black shorts—longer than the ones I had on today—with a white t-shirt that has the Forks High School logo on the left breast and on the back, it has "SWAN" written in a bold black font with the number "17" in gold below it. I pulled on my white Nike running shoes and threw my long tresses into a high, messy ponytail before going into the gym.

An arm was thrown over my shoulder. "Let's go have the teach sign our papers," Emmett said as he directed me over to where the teacher stood.

When we got to him, I said, "Hi, we're the Swans. Um, we need you to sign our papers."

He nodded. "I'm Coach Clapp, but uh, you can just call me Coach," he said as he signed the sheets. He was tall with a fairly athletic build and very short jet black hair, and was probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He gave us the papers when he was done and smiled. "Welcome to my class. Just go on and take a seat over on the bleachers and I'll be over in about ten minutes to explain everything. I just have to get things sorted out. Y'know, new students and all."

Emmett and I casually walked over to the bleachers. They were wooden and pulled out from the wall. We went to the top of them and sat down.

I sighed. "How do you like Forks High?"

Em looked at me and shrugged. "It's fine. Nothing special."

I nodded in agreement. I was bored so I dug into the zip-up pocket of my shorts and snatched out my iPod. I turned on Hate Me by Blue October. I turned it up to the point where I could no longer hear things around me. I looked at Emmett and saw that he was pouting. I sighed and took out my right headphone and gave it to him. He smiled at me. I leaned back and closed my eyes, attempting to block out the noise from around me that was now entering through my right ear. I turned the song up a little louder and waited until I was lost in the music. I hummed along happily.

"Hate me today, hate me tomorrow. Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you," I sang under my breath. "Hate me in ways, yeah ways hard to swallow. Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you."

As the song quieted, drifting to an end, I heard a throat clear in front of me. I pursed my lips and let the next song come on, ignoring the person who I assumed was either Jessica or Mike, Mike Newton.

I lost myself once again in the music. This time, it was Nickelback's Far Away. They were one of Emmett's favorite bands, as well as mine. I knew a lot of people hated them now for some reason, which was strange to me because they used to be majorly popular and then suddenly nearly everyone hates them, but I was my own person and I didn't care what others thought. I'd never been one to follow the crowd.

"So far away, been far away for far too long, so far away, been far away for far too long. But you know, you know, you know..." Unconsciously, I began singing louder. I hadn't even realized I started doing it until Em nudged me in the side with his elbow. "Jesus, Em, for someone so muscular, you sure have a boney elbow," I muttered to him. I heard a light, tinkling giggle that sounded oddly musical and my eyes opened on their own accord only to look straight into a pair of excited brown eyes. I quirked an eyebrow at the small girl that stood in front of me, her face inches from my own.

Her brows furrowed. "Why didn't you jump back?"

"Why would I?"

"I was randomly standing very close to you—it's a normal human reaction."

I shrugged.

"Oh, well," she said lightly, stepping back. "Hi, I'm Alice Cullen." She stuck her tiny, dainty hand out.

I grasped it carefully and shook it for a second before pulling back. "Bella Swan."

"Nice to meet you," she smiled. "Who is that?" she pointed beside me.

"That's just Emmett," I replied.

She grinned at me again, since Em's eyes were closed much like mine had been before. "Just a minute, I'll be right back." She loped down the steps with graceful movement after graceful movement.

I closed my eyes again. "I must be running out of luck, 'cause you're just not drunk enough to fuck. And now I've had it up to here. I don't, I don't want you..." I sang lightly. "...wake up, I'm pounding on the door, I'm not the man I was before. Where the hell are you when I need you?"

"Bella," I heard Alice's high soprano voice.

"Hi, again," I said as I opened my eyes, only to see that it wasn't just Alice anymore. She was now with the other three people that she had been sitting with at lunch time.

"I want to introduce you to my family," she grinned happily. "Bella, this is my sister Rosalie," she directed my attention to the beautiful blonde girl.

"Hello."

She looked at me boredly. "Hi."

The blonde boy—the walking chill pill—looked at me politely. "I'm Jasper, Rose's brother and Alice's boyfriend," he said with a charming southern drawl.

I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"And this," Alice said, "is my brother, Edward." She pointed to the last of the people, the boy with the weird messy hair.

He was staring at me. Wait, no. He was glaring at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him and glared back harshly. He looked momentarily shocked that I actually had the nerve to...fight back. That's right, pretty boy, I'm not afraid of you.

"So, Bella, did I tell you before that you have an amazing voice?" Alice's voice interrupted.

I increased my glare for a moment before releasing him and allowing my eyes to flick over to Alice. "Nope."

"Oh. Well, your voice is...wow," she told me, smiling.

"Thanks."

"Who's he?" Rosalie asked, looking at Emmett with a little distaste in her voice and expression.

I looked over at my brother and smirked as I realized he'd dozed off. I leaned down to his ear and whispered, "Em, wake up, Sugar Loaf's in danger," in a frantic voice.

Emmett jerked up, awake. "Sugar Loaf? Is he okay?" he looked at me with wide, sleep, disoriented eyes.

I snorted which caused him to glare at me. "What?" I asked, laughing.

"You used Sugar Loaf against me!" he said angrily. "How dare you, Bella?"

"I'm sorry, Emmett," I said. "I'm apologize deeply for using a stuffed snow leopard against you."

Alice came closer and looked at me in disbelief. "He's that frantic over a stuffy?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah. It'd be funnier to you all if you actually knew the story of Sugar Loaf."

"Then tell us," she smiled.

I sighed and looked at Emmett with a hopeful expression. "Please?"

He glared at me.

"I'll use the pout, Emmett. Don't think I won't, because I will."

He raised a brow. "I'll use the dimples."

"You love me too much," I grinned cheekily. "Besides, I can just tell them the story myself then. I just thought I'd be nice and allow you to relive it. But, I mean, if you would rath—"

He cut me off. "Fine, I'll tell them."

I smiled as Emmett turned to face the Cullens.

"When I was seven, I was at an arcade, playing on one of those crane games that you move around and drop to pick up a stuffed animal. I thought that every stuffed animal's name was on the tag, you know, like Beanie Babies, so I looked for it on the snow leopard that I'd gotten, and the tag said Sugar Loaf. I was like 'hmm, that's a strange name for a snow leopard' but I didn't want to change it and hurt his feelings. Five minutes later, I won a clown fish out of the same machine and looked for his name. It was also Sugar Loaf. I thought 'okay, now that is weird'." He looked at me.

"Long story short," I said. "I broke it to him a few hours later that the tag wasn't the animal's name, but the actual manufacturer name."

"But I kept the name for the snow leopard anyway, since it came before the fish. I'm a dork, I know," Emmett finished.

I grinned at my brother.

"So," Alice started suddenly. "How long have you two been together?"

Emmett and I looked at each other with matching sly smiles. I said, "A year," at the same time as he said, "Nine months."

I snapped my head back to him and glared. "We've been together for a year, not nine months! How dare you forget how long we've been in a relationship, Emmett? Ugh, you probably don't even love me, you selfish, arrogant, cocky, pig-headed prick!"

His eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about, you crazy chick? We've only known each other for eleven months, so it's impossible for us to have been together a year. Besides, we've only been together for nine months!"

I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face. But he already knew I was going to do that at on the right cheek and everything, so he easily pretended to get hit even though I didn't touch him at all. It was like one of those scenes from a movie where someone gets slapped, but they don't really because the people are synchronized and the one slaps at the same time as the other moves their head so that they just look like they're being slapped, even though they're really not.

"You bitch," he hissed at me as he got up.

"You're a dick," I told him.

He grabbed my iPod and ripped the headphone. Literally.

I looked at him with honestly shocked, wide-eyes. "Emmett!" I screeched as I jumped onto his back. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Shit, sorry, Bella! It wasn't supposed to actually rip them. I just wanted to take the iPod."

I let out a deep breath. "It's okay, Emmett."

He looked at me over his shoulder. "Do you forgive me, Bella-Boo?" he asked, giving me a grin with dimples.

I sighed, my whole body melting in defeat. "You cannot use those, Emmett," I pointed out, knowing he'd felt me give up fighting him as soon as I caught sight of his irresistible dimples. "But yes, of course I forgive you, Emmy-Bear. Always."

He smiled wider and swung me off his back, only to wrap his muscular arms around me in a soft hug. He pulled back, kissing the top of my head.

I looked over to see the Cullens looking at us with dumbfounded expressions. Except for Edward, he was still glaring at me.

"What was that all about?" Jasper asked confusedly.

I grinned. "Well, it was supposed to be what we do everytime people mistake as us a couple—fight and bitch each other out—but then Emmett accidentally broke my headphones and we sort of...got off track."

"Wait, so you're not together?" Alice asked.

"Um, no," I answered. "We're siblings—twins, actually."

Her jaw dropped and she looked from me to Em and back again over and over. "Ohh," she said in realization. "How did I even miss that before?"

Emmett shrugged. "Lots of people do."

"Okay, Alice, can I ask you something?" I said.

"Sure."

"Why is your brother glaring at me?"

"I didn't know he was." She looked at him. "Edward! Stop!" she smacked him on the head.

He rolled his emerald eyes and turned to look at Alice. "Sorry," he apologized mockingly.

I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by the deep voice of Coach Clapp calling everyone in.

"Sorry for the wait, guys," he said to the class once everyone was seated on the bleachers. "I had to talk to Mrs. Cope and get some stuff sorted out," he sighed. "Alright, well we have a couple of new students joining us today. Please be nice to Isabella and Emmett Swan," he gestured to us, and nearly the entire class turned to gawk at us.

I shifted in annoyance, hating their eyes on me because, well, it annoyed me. "It's just Bella," I told Coach Clapp as politely as I could. Which was actually quite polite. Hey, just because I can be rude and a huge bitch, doesn't mean I don't know when to use the manners my parents taught me.

He nodded once, "Sure." He revealed a basketball from behind his back. "Now, let's get started."

We ended up playing a quick game of basketball, hence the basketball...ball...and Emmett and I were put onto the same team. Rosalie was also on our team, but the other three, Edward included (thankfully) were on the opposite team.

We obliterated them. Well, we beat them...not by a ton, but we still beat them, which made me feel proud and victorious.

Our team won 17-10. Rosalie was a surprisingly good basketball player for a girl with as much beauty as she has. I mean, she looks like she gracefully sauntered off of a Sports Illustrated magazine cover, but she's like a tank on the court. Alice... Well, it should probably be illegal for Alice to step foot on a basketball court. She was one of the most graceful people I've seen, but that girl couldn't play basketball to save her life. She actually did get one basket...in her own team's hoop. I laughed at her for about a minute and a half before I saw her beautiful, delicate face glaring at me, her big brown eyes narrowed and her face scrunched in anger. She had quite the cold glare for such a dainty little thing. She could easily pull off being a pixie or a fairy. Hell, she could probably make Tinkerbell look like a masculine girl that's into monster truck rallies. That's how pixielike and innocent Alice looks.

Jasper was good as well, and though I hated to admit it, Edward—I inwardly sneered his name—was actually a rather good basketball player, too.

Emmett was still better than him, though.

Okay, he probably wasn't that much better, but I felt like being childish and pretending that Edward sucked at everything in life.

In the end, the Cullens, Em, and I were all fairly good basketball players. The guys were probably the best—but I think I could squeeze in with them, and probably Rosalie, too—then me, Rosalie, and then Alice. Actually, minus Alice. I don't think she should really be on that list. I loved the girl's pixieness, and even though she's absolutely adorable, I don't think it's safe for other people's health if she's on the court. It's probably not even safe for her own health.

Coach Clapp could have warned Emmett and I before we started playing the game that Alice wasn't a good player. I'll still admit that it was the highlight of my day when Alice somehow managed to trip Emmett's massive form and make him tumble to the ground with a loud, resounding thud.

When the bell rang, signalling the end of the day, I sighed happily. I'd survived my first day of Forks High and didn't even get into trouble with any of my teachers. Not that I ever had...much.

We'd already ended the game by the time the bell went, and we'd just been sitting on the bleachers. We had about five minutes until the end of the school day, and so we went to get changed and then headed back out. I found out that all of the Cullens, except for one bronze-haired boy, were actually pretty cool. Rosalie, though she looked like a model and acted cold, was totally into cars, which had surprised even me. The look on Emmett's face when he heard that was comical to me. But I couldn't blame him. A stunning girl with brains, who likes and can play sports fairly well, and adores tinkering with cars...she's like the complete package. I swear she's Emmett's dream girl.

Too bad she thinks that he's just some oversized beast who hits on girls and uses them, just to throw them away. Well, I think that's what she assumes. I'll have to make sure she sees how he really is—sweet, kind, caring, loving. My Emmy-Bear.

Alice, though obsessed with shopping and fashion, is great, too. She's such a sweet girl, and her energy didn't drop even one point the entire time I was around her. I wouldn't be surprised if she was constantly that energetic.

Sort of like the Energizer bunny...on crack.

Jasper was the complete opposite of Alice—quiet and reserved. But he and Emmett got along great. The two of them kept up conversation and I think I even heard a soft, velvety voice join in at points. It must have been Edward. I also completely understood what Emmett meant by Jasper being a walking chill pill. Just being near him made me a lot more tranquil, and everytime Alice went close enough to Jasper, she stopped bouncing around. Sure, she was still hyper as hyper can get, but at least she wasn't hopping around like some sort of deranged rabbit. Jasper's voice was even calming and soothing; it kind of reminded me more of melting honey.

I quickly said my goodbyes to Alice, Rosalie, and Jasper. I even managed a small smile in Edward's direction.

Okay, that's a lie. It was a glare, but can you really blame me? He was the one who started it.

Yeah, that sounded mature.

Alice invited Em and I to sit with them at lunch tomorrow and I told her maybe. I would have said yes, because even though we're not the type of people who really enjoy having friends, I didn't think it'd hurt to befriend them since they seemed to be quite similar to Em and I in the sense that they didn't seem to want to have other people join in their familial circle. But then there's Edward, who very clearly didn't welcome us to sit at their table. Actually, he probably would have welcomed Emmett with arms wide open. Me, not so much.

I grabbed my bag and told Emmett that I'd meet him at the Jeep. I had to stop at my locker and put some books away first.

I made my way to my locker as quickly as I could. The school was only one floor, seeing as their was only a few hundred kids in the entire school, so I didn't have to go very far. The lockers were all a light grey color, with the exception of a few columns of lockers at the opposite end of the school which were all painted green and chipped. Those were no doubt very old ones, while the grey ones were newer; they looked to be maybe two years old.

I spun the blue dial on the silver lock three times left, 34, two times right, 14, left all the way to 45. It opened with a low-pitched squeak.

I dug through my bag and scavenged out the few textbooks and notebooks that I didn't need to take home, due to me having no homework in those classes, and shoved them into my locker. I only needed to bring home my Trig textbook and I had to write a paragraph about myself for English. I opened up my Trigonometry binder and took out the pieces of paper I needed for my homework. I shoved them into a random page of the textbook and put it into my bag. I decided that I'd just type up my English homework rather than writing it, so I slammed my locker shut and folded the flap of my bag over then headed out of the school and toward the parking lot.

When I was outside, I looked over and spotted Emmett making his way toward me, his face blank. I met him half way, only to have him grab my arm and started dragging me over to his Jeep.

"Emmett," I hissed, pulling myself from his grasp. "What the hell?"

"I overheard the Cullens talking and what they said...it makes me think that they're Specials, Bella," Emmett whispered to me, slightly frantic.

"What do you mean? What were they saying?"

He looked around quickly before returning his eyes to mine and grabbing my wrist lightly. "Come on, I'll tell you in the car."

He pulled me the rest of the way to his Jeep and bounded over to the driver's side, hopping in there as I climbed in on the passenger's side.

"We're in the car now, so tell me," I demanded when we were both settled into our seats.

"Wait until we're further away. I promise I'll tell you in soon, okay?" he said, pulling out of the student parking lot.

I sighed, leaning back in the seat, "Fine."

"Okay," he breathed when we were away from the school. "After class I forgot my bag in the changeroom, so I went to go get it. On my way, I saw the Cullens. I was going to go over and say a quick bye to them, but then I heard our names, so I hid behind the corner and listened in." I gave him a look and when he saw it he stumbled to say, "Yeah, I know it was wrong of me to eavesdrop, but you know you would have done it, too," he smirked a little at me before turning serious again. "Anyway, so I heard Alice asking Edward why he was glaring at you so much, and he said...he said he was trying to figure out what you were, and why he couldn't read your mind."

My jaw dropped.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, staring at the road ahead. "And then I heard Alice question him about what he meant, but I couldn't hear what he said to her because it was too quiet."

"Did you hear anything else?" I asked.

"Not really. All I heard was Alice say that she could 'see' you just fine, but I have no idea what she could have meant by that."

"So Edward can read minds?"

Em gave a one-shouldered shrug, "Apparently."

"So we have a Special around here, then," I smiled a little to myself. "Interesting."

"Don't get any ideas, now, Bella."

I looked at him innocently. "What ever do you mean?" Emmett opened his mouth to retort something, but I quickly shouted, "STOP!"

He hit the brakes as hard as he could and the massive Jeep came to a abrupt halt. "What the hell, Bella?"

"Look!" I pointed out the passenger side window.

"Is that a..."

A/N: Oh my goodness, what could it possibly be? A bear? A turtle? A whale? A flying pineapple with angel wings? A pterodactyl?

All of the above?

AHAH. Tune in next time to see what it is. I bet it's nothing very interesting (even though I so totally shouldn't say that about my own story)...

I shouldn't even be updating since I only got one review which is totally sucky, but I don't care, I may as well put this story somewhere I guess... Anyway, so y'all should definitely leave me a...

REVIEW!

- dawn mae