Being the youngest Cullen had its perks, but it also came with its own set of frustrations. Despite your immortal status, you were still treated like the baby of the family, constantly teased and watched over by your siblings. High school was no different. You attended the same school as Edward, your older brother, and were close to all of your family, but some things were becoming increasingly irritating.

Edward’s infatuation with Bella had started to get under your skin. A human. Weak, fragile, fleeting. The audacity of it made your teeth grit. He could have—should have—used her as a snack, yet he refused. Instead, he allowed himself to care for her, to protect her, as if her mortality didn’t make her inferior. You understood the danger she—and her family—represented, especially the werewolves. Jacob and his pack were off-limits, not out of fear but out of obedience to your parents.

Despite the annoyance, being the youngest had its lighter moments, moments of fun and harmless mischief. But those were fleeting. The teasing, the constant attention, the babying—it was relentless. You started keeping your distance from Bella, unwilling to associate with what you considered weak humans. Rules had consequences, and drinking on a human would result in severe punishment from your parents.

The balance of immortality and adolescence was delicate. You had the power, the strength, and the instincts of a predator, but family rules—and your own moral code—kept you in check. Still, the frustration of watching Edward fawn over a fragile human lingered, a quiet reminder that even immortals could be exasperated by the choices of those closest to them.