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Chapter 1 - Obsessing


"Nooo," she screamed, stumbling through the woods, trying to outrun her pursuer. She tripped over a root and fell, screaming yet again.

"If she stopped screaming, she might be able to escape," I commented to Jasper.

"Please, please…don't," she whimpered as her pursuer stalked closer to her.

I rolled my eyes and looked over at Jasper. "I can't believe we're watching this."

He shrugged.

"Shh," Emmett scolded, completely engrossed in the movie. "This is the best part!"

I shook my head in disbelief at him. Sometimes I wondered how Emmett, Jasper and I could be friends. I mean, an assistant baseball coach, a student counselor, and a piano teacher all hanging out? What were the odds? I realized working at the same, small college in Seattle helped reduce those odds, but really I knew it was something more than coincidence or luck. Especially when I saw how perfect Jasper and my sister, Alice, were together.

I had invited Jasper and Emmett to Alice's birthday party last October to help me deflect some of the fashion-minded women that always frequented such events. None of these women were ever my type but that never stopped my dear sister from pushing them at me.

One introduction and handshake later, Alice had looked Jasper over and declared,"I've been waiting for you. What took you so long?"

Jasper looked at me, amused and then back at Alice. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

They had spent the rest of the night holed up in a corner of the bar Alice had rented out, talking and gazing at each other. The next night they went on their first date and were now inseparable. I was really happy for Alice. Jasper was a great guy. Plus, the constant blind dates Alice always arranged for me have decreased substantially since they got together.

I returned my attention back to the movie in time to see the poor girl dragged back into the house she had just escaped from by the knife-welding serial killer.

I groaned. "I can't take any more! This is worse than 'Texas Chain Massacre.' How do you find this crap?" I asked Emmett.

He smiled. "It's a gift."

I snorted. Like that was an answer. I already knew he got most of his movie suggestions from the guys on his baseball team.

"Well, it's a gift I will no longer endure," I replied, making a move to get up from the couch.

Emmett grabbed my arm. "Ah, come on Eddie! I watched that girly movie about those sisters for you and did I once complain about not knowing what was happening? No. So sit back down."

Jasper snickered. I glared at him.

"He's got a point," Jasper stated, looking back at the gore.

"As much as I appreciate you watching 'Pride & Prejudice' and expanding your limited horizon from sports and gore, I believe your last girlfriend was the one to convince you to watch it. Not me. So I should not be forced to partake of this ridiculous storyline or horrible acting for another second." I looked pointedly at him until he let go of my arm, grumbling in defeat.

Any further comments from him were silenced by Jasper's ringing phone. I smiled to myself. Thank God for Alice and her uncanny perfect timing.

I slipped out of the living room and went into the kitchen. Sitting down at the table, my thoughts again drifted for the thousandth time that day to the beautiful girl I had seen across the courtyard this morning.

I had been heading to my first class of the day and trying to avoid the ice on the sidewalk when a flash of something to my right caught my eye. I glanced over only to see this tall, gangly guy carrying a large piece of mirror with him. I shook my head in bewilderment and smiled, wondering what he could possibly be going to use that for, when my breath was knocked out of me by the girl who had stepped into view.

I was spellbound as I watched her and her friend walk across the clearing and into the English building. I had to remind myself to breathe before hurrying to my class. I can still vividly see her smile, which lit up her entire face so much it was almost blinding, and her laugh, which had carried across the space between us and sounded sweeter than any music I had ever heard.

I had barely caught a glimpse of her but I was hooked. All through my classes I tried to figure out if she was an undergrad – she had been dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, or a grad student – she had looked older than most of my students, or maybe a new teacher – that bag she was carrying had been full of books and papers.

I sighed. The worst part was I didn't know any way to find her without looking like a stalker or insane. I couldn't very well ask everyone I saw in the English building if they knew a striking girl with straight, mid-back length brown hair, a stunning smile, who probably came up to my shoulders and looked to be over 20, could I? I sighed again, this time in frustration.

Who knows, maybe I'll see her again…

My musings were interrupted by Emmett's entrance.

"Hey, did I tell you I'm going to be interviewed by that hot weekend sports anchor tomorrow?" he asked me as he took a seat next to me at the table.

I shook my head. "No. You mean that woman you've been drooling over for the past month?"

He nodded. "That's the one." He smiled, stretched out his arms and puffed out his chest. "She's never going to know what hit her."

I laughed. "I see you're over Tiffany."

"Yeah, she was only good to look at. There wasn't much going on upstairs." Emmett tapped a finger to his temple twice. "If you know what I mean."

I laughed again. "Yes, I do." I clapped his shoulder. "I would wish you good luck, but you seem pretty confident."

He grinned. "Luck has nothing to do with it. Rosalie Hale is going to be putty in my hands before I'm done with her. Just wait and see."