Little Swan Twin *EMMETT CULLEN*

The Return and the Long Week

It is a long week, and Emmett hasn't returned yet. The week without him is easier, but something deep inside of me tells me that he left because of me. I just can't shake away the feeling, no matter what. 

And in that week, Edward hasn't talked to my sister, which I think may have to do with what I told him on Monday. But either way, I prefer he doesn't get near my sister. It's just something about the way he looks at her that sparks my sisterly instincts, even though I am technically younger than Bella, but still. I don't want him to hurt her, and he hasn't. 

The week was long, but I am glad that I am able to understand my classes and what the teachers are teaching to us. Spanish is especially easy, since I was learning it secretly since I was seven. My mom and sister don't know, and I don't plan on telling them anytime soon. The language just fascinates me, and I wonder what about it makes me happy. Maybe it's the way some words are said, and how their pronunciations work. Or maybe it's the distinction and the separation of Spanish from other languages that are similar to it in many ways. Either way, I am glad I have been learning it secretly, or else I would end up failing Spanish. 

Also, Mike Newton seems to take Edward and Emmett not talking to my sister and I as an opportunity to try to flirt with us. But when he first tried to with my sister, I told him to back off or else he would end up with a chancla in his face. Ever since, he hasn't made any more attempts to flirt, or as far as I am concerned, he hasn't. I just hope he isn't doing it behind my back. 

Monday comes after a quiet weekend at home with my sister, and we catch up on some things. Renee has emailed various times, and questioning why we haven't responded to her yet, and we answered saying we have been busy lately, and that we're sorry about not responding sooner. Well, Bella wrote the majority of it, and I wrote some more so the email wouldn't bore our mother. Our mother who is sensitive, and tries new things every time she gets a chance to. 

By the time lunch comes around, I am exhausted, because of a dream I had last night. It was weird, because I dreamed of wolves and Emmett. It doesn't make sense, I know, so I try not to think about the dream and how I wasn't able to sleep the full seven hours, only three. 

When I get to the lunch line, I end up leaning on to my sister for support, since I can't even walk straight today. I mean, I'm not as clumsy as my sister, but I have inherited some of the klutziness from our father. 

"You okay, Kass?" My sister asks me, and I nod, trying to straighten up, but I end up stumbling to the side as I do. 

"Yeah, just...not feeling too well right now." 

We finish getting our lunches, and she helps me as we walk over to our table. But, as we do, I notice something I didn't notice earlier. What I see causes me to freeze in place, not able to move any further towards my table. 

All five of the Cullens are sitting at their table, and I can't help but notice how they're all happy, not worried at all about the others who are looking at them weirdly. Emmett is shaking his wet hair towards his sisters, and they lean back, laughing and smiling. He puts an arm around Rosalie, but then Edward notices me, his brow raising in question as he watches me. I look away just as Bella waves a hand in front of my face. 

"Earth to Kaszandra!" She waves her hand in front of my face again, and I look at her and wince as she uses my full name. 

"Sorry," I say, and then walk stiffly towards our table, where Mike and Jessica are already sitting with their lunches in front of them. 

"What's wrong with her?" Mike questions Bella as I sit down next to Jessica, and Jess looks to me, frowning. 

"I don't know," Bella whispers in reply, and I have to keep from rolling my eyes at the two. They're talking like I'm not here.

As I eat my lunch, even though I have lost my appetite, the others keep questioning me, asking me if I'm alright. I only smile and nod, but I can tell Jess and my sister aren't convinced, though I am not sure about Newton boy. 

When I'm done with my lunch, I get up and walk towards the trash can, not really focusing on where I'm walking, and throw my lunch in the trash bin. Once I'm turning, I end up bumping into someone, and I look up, startled. Though I almost look back down at the ground and head back to my table immediately. 

"Sorry about that, miss," Emmett says, looking ashamed, as his golden orbs suddenly take on a pleading look, though I don't know why. But what I don't expect is that his eyes catch me, and reel me in, so that I lose my thoughts. Before I let it go too far, I end up blinking back into the present and shake my head. 

"Fault was mine, Emmett," I say, and ignore the way it brings my heartbeat to say his name. 

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Emmett (Third-Person POV)

Emmett gets up to throw away his lunch into the nearby trash bin, but he notices halfway there that the small Swan twin is walking towards the trash can with her face down. Her dark waves cover her face from his view, and it frustrates him that he can't know what her expression shows. Again, with those types of thoughts, he thinks to himself, and shakes his head free from them before they can take over his mind. 

He throws away his trash at the same time that Kassie does, and he freezes before he can stop himself, and smells her scent as he takes a breath. 

She bumps into him, her warm body somehow making a thrill go through him. But he doesn't understand why, though, since he already has Rosalie. He is his mate, after all. 

She looks up, her dark waves now not obscuring her expression and face anymore. Her chocolate-brown eyes narrow and are filled with sadness and questions that she doesn't bother to ask. 

"Sorry about that, miss," he tells her apologetically, and she only shakes her head. Though, he notices, that before she does, she freezes as she stares deep into his eyes, he thinks that she can see deep into his souless heart. 

"Fault was mine, Emmett," she responds, and again the thrill goes through him as she says his name, though he doesn't understand why, again. He shakes his head and only smiles. 

"No, it was not, Kassie." As he says her preferred nickname, he feels another thrill go through him.