We Three Witches (Twilight)

Chapter 11 - The Seer and Her Cowboy

Alice's POV

February, 12th, 2003

"Hey." Rose nudged my shoulder and I blinked up at her. "You all good?"

I nodded, rubbing my eyes. "Yeah, just tired."

"Up all night thinking about your cowboy?" she teased and I rolled my eyes. I wish.

"You're hilarious." I pushed off my locker where I'd been resting my head against the cool metal. "No, I was up all night trying to ignore the creaking coming from your room."

"Shut up!" Rose flushed, shoving me away. "It's an old bed!"

"Of course it is." I held up my hands in surrender, grinning as we headed to English. "But that just means you were making all that noise by yourself."

She groaned, walking faster to get away from me. "I hate you so much."

Alone again, I let my grin fall away and sighed. I would have far preferred to have been awake all night just thinking about Jasper. It would have been far easier than the alternative—the plague of nightmares that had me throwing up at three in the morning.

Glancing at the time, I could see I still had a few minutes before class started, so I ducked into the bathroom for a breather. Just remembering last night was enough for my head to start pounding. I groaned, pulling out the aspirin Bella had given me this morning. It was one of the few mortal medicines that didn't react negatively to our physiology, and it was one of few that actually worked.

Waiting for the pulsing in my head to stop, I pulled out my phone and read the messages from Jasper last night. Apparently there'd been another 'animal attack' and so all the Cullens had called in sick today to hunt down whoever was snacking on Fork's residents.

Which meant all my classes were back to being Jasper-less. Yay.

I closed my eyes, slipping my phone away, and took a deep breath. As nice as having Jasper here would be, this was bigger than just a bad dream. I'd only gotten a few of these in my lives, and the only way to get through them was to wait for it all to pass. I took another deep breath.

Nightmares were normal for me—par of the course these days—but a night of recurring, vague nightmares, followed by a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach? Something bad was coming. I didn't know what, and I didn't know when—but whatever it was, it was going to hurt like hades. The last time I had gotten a feeling this bad, was the week before we found out the Church was coming for us.

Opening my eyes again, I pushed back my shoulders and stared at myself in the mirror. Screw it. I'm not going to waste today overthinking everything that hasn't happened yet.

Pulling my hair back into a bun, I headed to class, determined not to let anything get in my way. Certainly not a headache and an ambiguous feeling of dread.

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"I swear the asshole goes out of his way to piss me off," Bella growled, slamming her locker shut.

Rose grinned. "What'd he do now? Was he breathing again?"

I snorted, thinking back to Monday when Bella had nearly started a fire in Bio because of Edward's 'obnoxious asshole breathing'. Despite their 'date' last weekend, they were no closer to being civil. Though, I wouldn't put it past her to start a fire for fun—in fact, that was probably what she did.