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Rebel without a clue

Roxanna, rebelling against her mum since her dad vanished, now sent to spend time in Forks. A problem for Edward and a famous Vampire Hunter. [banner removed per site regulations]

I don't own these characters except for Roxanna, Rhiannon and Shannon. Roxanna's father is partly property of bram stoker and partly property of my imagination. The rest are Stephenie Meyers and i'm seriously annoyed about that. This is not based on the song Rebel without a clue

7. Josh, Jennifer and Katie

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“Hey it’s the car accident girl,” said Emmett coming downstairs. She looked up, startled.

“Emmett, calm down” I told him. She was still seriously jumpy. Emmett sat down next to her.

“What’s with you, you’re like a jumpy thing,” he teased. Emmett could get on with anyone. It was true, Roxie was hunched up, her eyes darting around the room and she was jumping at small noises.

“We told her,” I said to Emmett.

“You did?” he grew very still and somber. I waited. He was focusing on keeping his mind blank.

“Fantastic!” he yelled. Roxie jumped to her feet, eyes darting around the room.

“Emmett” I said.

“What?” he asked then saw how scared she was.

“Oh. Sorry. I’m just used to Bella. She took everything so coolly”

“Bella knows? And she still invited me to hang out?”

“Something wrong with that?” I asked, confused.

“I told Bella about my past. About my father” oh, right.

“Wasn’t she worried at all?”

“If she was she didn’t tell me,” I told her. That was odd; Bella normally told me everything.

Roxie’s point of view.

I could tell there was something he wasn’t telling me. I hadn’t told him everything that I had in my dream. I still couldn’t believe what he had said. About them being vampires. I wanted to run away, like you should when you meet a monster.

“I’ll take you home,” said Edward.

“I’ll walk” I had trusted them for long enough. I wanted to get away.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll drive you,” he said. I protested but he steered me from the room. He led me to his car and started the engine. I kept quiet for the entire journey.

“You can talk you know”

“I don’t feel like it”

“This has to be a first. Roxanna Van Helsing, speechless”

“You do realize I don’t really remember you so it sounds weird when you talk like you’ve known me your whole life”

“Well, it would be nearly impossible for me to know you my whole life. I knew you for a substantial amount of yours though”

“How long?”

“About four years. Then Rhiannon was taken, you drove off the cliff and we left. I didn’t want to endanger you anymore. The whole family moved. I didn’t think about what it would do to you. I repeated that later with Bella but I saw what happened then. She nearly died. I suppose you were lucky you forgot” I didn’t feel lucky.

“You’re not telling me something”

“Perceptive aren’t you?”

“Was I ever any other way?” he shook his head.

“But you used to be different, happier. Maybe I did do the wrong thing leaving you”

“If you hadn’t left me, you would never have met Bella. She’s perfect for you”

“Hmm. Yes she is. But the thing is I had another perfect match before I even met her. Something happened to her and I knew I would never see her again. So I met Bella. What would you do if the first match reappeared suddenly?” it was a strange question.

“I think, I would tell the first match how I feel about them and how I feel about the second match. I mean, you know the second match loves you and you should find out how the first match feels. This is confusing”

“Okay, let’s call the first match Jennifer and the second match Katie. And let’s call the boy Josh”

“Josh should tell Jennifer how he feels about her and how he feels about Katie. Then he can find out what she thinks and if she feels the same way about him as he feels about her then he needs to think about which one he likes more, which one he has the most in common with etc” he stared at me.

“Thanks. You are incredibly thoughtful; maybe you should be an agony aunt”

“That’s a great idea,” I thought. I might actually try that. At my old school, we had an agony aunt webpage and it wasn’t hard to guess who wrote what. This would be a chance to get to know more about everyone.

“I think I may actually do that”