Chapter 2: Forks High

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• Unimaginable Outcomes   Chapter 9: Emails

  "So, what do you want to do for dinner tonight?" I asked Bella on the drive home from school.She shrugged, "We could do steak and potatoes?"I agreed as my stomach let loose a growl of hunger.Last night, Bella and I discovered that Charlie couldn't cook much besides fried eggs and bacon. So we requested that we be assigned to kitchen detail for the duration of our stay. He was willing enough to hand over the keys to the banquet hall. We also found out that there was no food in the house. So, we had our shopping list and the cash from the jar in the cupboard labeled 'Food Money,' and we were on our way t

• Unimaginable Outcomes   Chapter 8: Better & Worse 2nd Day

  (Natalie's POV)I followed the two boys with my eyes as they left the front office. I looked back at Bella and could see the devastation in her expression. I was immediately concerned.What could have possibly happened in the last 5 minutes to piss him off so rigorously? And what was up with Jasper's reaction? His eyes, which had been a beautiful deep golden as we stopped off at our lockers, had now become a threatening dark inky was almost as if his pupils had completely swallowed up his irises.Maybe it was a trick of the light?

• Unimaginable Outcomes   Chapter 7: Escape

  (Jasper's POV)Edward stood at the desk in front of Mrs. Cope with his back towards us. His spine was rigid and his posture was tense. He slowly looked over his shoulder, though, from the emotions that he was giving off, he seemed to know who he would see when he turned around.I quickly followed his line of sight straight to where Bella Swan stood with her back pressed against the wall beside the door to our left with a piece of paper held tightly in her hands. Her eyes were wide as she took in my brother's glare.From the corner of my eye, I could see Natalie looking

• Unimaginable Outcomes   Chapter 6: Introductions

  (Jasper's POV)I took in a deep breath of the fresh air, allowing it to fill my lungs as I exited the foreign language building next to the gymnasium. Being closed into a small classroom with twenty-sum blood-filled human students gets extremely tedious after an hour.Emmett had been in that class with me and we chatted as we neared the gym.Just as we passed by the set of double doors, I felt someone bump into me and their books scattered all over the pavement. I knew who it was before I even had to look as the smell of lilacs and apples drifted up to my nose and an electric spark fluttered through me from where her bare skin had momentarily touched mine."Oh! I'm so sorry!" She apologized as her face turned a beautiful scarlet color.I gave her a lazy smile as I brushed it off, "It's quite alright. Can I help you with those?" I squatted down to assist her in gathering up her books and loose papers before the wind succeeded

• Unimaginable Outcomes   Chapter 5: In Hiding

  (Edward's POV)(All thoughts in Italics)Saved by the bell – how cliché. We were both saved. Bella, saved from death. I, saved from just a short time of being the nightmarish creature I feared and loathed.I couldn't walk as slowly as I should've as I darted from the room. If anyone had been looking at me, they might have suspected that there was something not right about the way I moved. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to me. All human's thoughts still swirled around the girl who was condemned to die in little more than an hour's time and her sister, whose face has been swirling around in my stand-offish brother's mind for the past several weeks.When he and Alice broke up, everyone was shocked. It was obvious to my family and I that they loved each other, so when they both sat us down last month to tell us about their recently signed divorce papers, we were all gob sm

• Unimaginable Outcomes   Chapter 4: The Cullen's

  (Natalie's POV)We sat at the end of a full table with several juniors, who the girl from Spanish quickly introduced us to. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to us. The boy from English, Eric, waved at me from the other end of the table.It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers that I finally saw them.They were sitting in the corner of the canteen, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long, rectangular room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food that sat in front of them. They weren't gawking at us, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught and held my attention.The same golden haired guy from ea