sorry. i know i slack around. and i must tell you with honesty--this story may be comign to an end. i'm finding it hard to keep up, and it must end sometime, rite? this may the last one--sorry it's not very great--but my finale was a few chapters back :)

Alice helps Angela out at school.

-Reaching Out-

I watched the girl, feeling and hearing her heartbeat as well as if it were my own. I held an apple, poised to my half-open mouth, as a performance, of course. I was sure now that Edward would try to nudge me for staring at ordinary things at school. It wasn't normal.

I was just so fascinated by humans. If it were a class here at Forks, I might actually pay attention. Human Behavior 101. I snorted to myself. I glanced at Edward, who was looking at me through his messy auburn bangs thay fell astray. His eyebrows knitted together, then his golden eyes took a roll at my far off girly thoughts. I wrinkled my nose at Edward and bit into the apple forcefully. Bitter, slimy juice trailed down my chin and my wrist.

Edward hissed a sigh and looked away as I stubbornly began to clean myself up. Emmett and Rose were speaking, their heads low, their eyes burning with need for each other, blah blah blah.

Gentle hands patted a napkin to my mouth. I swallowed the lumpy apple chunk and stood still as Jasper busily dabbed my face and patted my wrist dry. He looked at my wrist, where my hollow veins were. He traced them with a thin, pale finger and kissed the thin white skin of my wrist. He let it fall as I smiled at him warmly. He picked up a piece of celery and grimaced softly as he nibbled it.

I turned back to the human I'd been previously scoping out.

Her chocolate brown hair--nearly black, fell between her shoulders even when pulled in a ponytail. She wore burgundy-colored glasses and a small, white toothed smile. Her skin was a pretty olive color, and her eyes were brown jewels. She settled with some friends at a table.

Her name was Angela Weber, I mused to myself. I watched as I picked at the red, fleshy peel of my fruit. I glanced up and down quickly, unnoticed.

Angela was covering her mouth with a napkin as she giggled. Her friend, a blonde boy with a youthful grin, was tossing pieces of turkey in the air and catching them in his mouth. Angela's shoulders shook under her blue coat.

Suddenly, I began to puzzle together an image of Angela. It was cloudy, so I knew it was in the future. She was where she was right now, in her blue coat and high ponytail. I watched her in my mind as she left her table with her tray. She began to head for the soup and salad bar.

I watched, knowing I looked like something was up to my siblings. I dig my fingers into my apple.

Angela spooned a helping of chicken soup into a Styrofoam cup on her tray, a smile lingering on her face as she probably thought of her friends.

Quite suddenly, a jock-looking boy was running towards her, his head turned upwards at the football that was sailing towards her. Angela was busily peppering her soup; the jock began to run backwards, his eyes locked on the ball.

He collided with the girl, the football grazing his hands. He fumbled it as he began to fall, and I heard Angela cry out. I stiffened in my seat as I watched her fall to the cafeteria ground with the jock trying to roll off of her. The football slipped from the air and hit her in the head.

She moaned and rubbed her head, while plucking at her soup-stained coat with the other hand. The jock nervously gathered his ball and surveyed the room, which was all looking at the two. The jock stood with the slightly soupy ball and darted, his friend, the thrower, behind.

Angela sat in the puddle of soup, looking down at the noodles that clung to her. Her surprised face went into a downward slope to a grimace. A couple of boys in the far corner snickered. A few more. A good portion of the room was chuckling.

Angela darted up before her friends could get out of their chairs to assist her. Noodles tumbled down her shirt as she ran to the girl's room.

I flashed back to the present. I gasped quietly and gripped my chair. Jasper turned to me, his eyes concerned. "Alice?" he whispered, touching my shoulder. I shrugged him off.

"It's nothing. I just--excuse me." I hissed levelly. I stood up as I watched Angela approach the soup bar. I bit my lip and caught sight of the jocks with the football, beginning to separate for the big receive.

Angela was spooning her soup into her cup, the jock had begun to run.

I did what I knew would affect the boy. The thrower still had his arm upraised, ready to throw.

"Hey, Mark." I stood near the jock that would catch the ball. I was pleased that this was his real name--I had just pulled it out of my blurred mind. He stopped, his face shocked. His breathing caught when I smiled and twiddled my fingers.

I wondered nervously and regretfully what Jasper was thinking. Mark walked to me, his jaw slightly slack. He wore a lettermen's. jacket and buzz cut hair do. A few pimples sprinkled his jaw line, and he had hazel eyes. He could've been handsome to a human girl--most of the female population liked him, but after being in Jasper's passionate embrace and sharing his love, anything but him was a downgrade.

"Hey." he sighed, his eyes doing a once-over to my body. I shifted and swallowed venomous bile.

Luckily, that was when his buddy cried out, "Heads up, Mark!"

I at least led him away from Angela. She looked up with her steaming soup as the football struck the jock's head. Mark cried out and staggered backwards, giving me a good way out.

I hurried back to my lunch table, to my siblings as they watched with large golden eyes.

"What was that about?" Edward asked. Jasper watched me intently.

I shook my head. "I was only creating a diversion. That poor Weber girl was about to be pummeled by the two heaviest football players." I said evenly, folding a napkin into my lap. Jasper seemed to relax. I smiled at his wary face.

"Don't you dare worry, Jasper. It would take a whole lot more than a silly human jock to make me cheat on you."