Disclaimer: I do not own twilight

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight. Wish I did though. Lol

A/N: Hey guys! This is my second Fan fic! Yay for me! If you've not seen my first fic, please check it out on my profile it's called, The Assassin. I've changed my format, just so you know, ha-ha. Hope my story gets reviews soon.

"Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination."

-Voltaire

BPOV

Who would have thought that someone like me could get so lucky...? Being granted the scholarship was the greatest achievement I've ever had. Out of a 100 applicants, I was the one who got accepted. I felt excited, nervous at the least. The feeling was of pride and confidence, generously washing over me.

My parents couldn't be prouder. It wasn't the tuition that mattered, it was the hard work I've put in succeeding, in struggling for it.

Renee, my mother, who was a psychologist, living in phoenix, offered me the keys to an apartment in Chicago near my school. It was too much to ask but I was thankful for. She lives with her new husband, Phil. I used to live with her from the time she and Charlie were divorced till my 2nd year in high school.

My father, Charlie, was chief police in forks. He didn't make much but still had more than enough to pay for all my art materials and an unexpected new car……………….

"Flight 09 has arrived. Passengers for the said flight, please proceed to gate 3."

Its 9 o'clock and Charlie is having a hard time carrying my luggage. The airport wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be. I said my goodbyes to everyone and gave Charlie a hug before proceeding to the gate.

"Bella, here's your car keys. I got a friend of mine to drop it off in your new apartment; it's in the parking lot." Charlie said after breaking our hug.

"Okay, dad." I said in reply.

"Be careful kiddo." And he took off. I walked towards the gate and handed my ticket. I sat down in first class which I did not approve of but Renee was just so stubborn.

I sat down in silence. Reading a new book my friend Angela gave me for graduation. I stopped after three pages, I was feeling faint. The rest of the ride was unbearable.

After the 4 hour flight, I was feeling sick. I ran to the bathroom as fast as I can, trying not to fall in the process.

The part near the women's bathroom was empty; it was only a guy in a suit talking on his phone and a janitress mopping the hallway. I tried to run faster but bumped into the man in the suit. I felt the vomit come out of my mouth and the dizziness unconsciously subsided.

"I... I... I'm sorry" I muttered as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, a tear coming out of my eye. I looked up to the man and saw my vomit in his suit. I blushed.

"Umm, it's okay. Good thing I have my luggage here." He said, in a business like voice. I could tell he was hiding his anger, but come on, who could blame him?

"I really am sorry; I'll pay for the cleaning costs." I said apologetically. I looked up to his face for the first time. What I saw stunned me.

He was a god. A true Adonis. His emerald eyes were unique, complimenting his already perfect features. His jaw had a good angle, which would make any woman bow down to his glory. I would have done so myself, but I was too distracted.

I starred at him, absorbing every detail of his beautiful face. Then, I suddenly realized that he was doing the same. I broke our starring game by turning my head away.

"Uh… Miss, Sir would you like to change?" the janitress said. Okay, now I was fully aware of what was happening.

I looked at the emerald eyed man's suit again and bit my bottom lip. I feel guilty, why didn't I just take the pill Charlie asked me to drink?

I got my clothes from the baggage claim and went to the unoccupied bathroom. I didn't see the man, so he must have left.

When I came out, the man in the suit was leaning against a wall near the men's bathroom, all dressed and clean.

He saw me, and waved. I waved back not knowing what to do. He approached me and I felt nervous. I think I might barf again.

"So… is that cleaning offer still available?" he asked, putting his hands into his pockets. He smiled at me, almost making me faint then and there.

"Sure, let me give you my number." I got my purse and wrote my number in a piece of paper.

"Here, just call me and I'll give you your suit back." I said with a smile. Then a man dressed in a black suit and black glasses stood behind him.

"Sir, your car is waiting; you might be late for your meeting." The man said.

The man in the suit nodded at the man's direction and turned to me. "My name's Edward Cullen." He asked, extending his hand.

"I'm Isabella Swan." I said in reply. He gave me a crooked smile and leaned forward. I thought I would be kissed by this total stranger but his face went directly beside my ear.

"Here's my number." He handed me a card and leaned back. I was shocked, the expression on my face was sure to be priceless. He must have seen it too because he giggled.

"Good bye Isabella." He waved and took off.

"It's Bella!" I shouted so he could hear me from a far.

"Good bye, Bella." He said as he turned around and waved again, before walking out.

Soon, I got my luggage and walked out of the airport. I found a cab and went to my new apartment near my campus.

I got out of the cab and saw a beautiful apartment before me. It was clean and modern yet had a feeling of belonging. I went inside and saw an old woman in the front lobby behind a huge desk.

I walked towards her and she jerked her head up.

"Ah, I was expecting you miss swan, you should have been here 2 hours ago at 2 o'clock. Anyways, please call me Nana." She extended her hand and shook mine. I smiled at her and nodded.

The old woman had blond hair and blue eyes. She had her hair tied into a bun.

"Thank you, nana." I said emphasizing the nana.

"Oh, and may I remind you that you only have a few neighbors. One is a big shot business man who lives at the penthouse at the top most floor, two couples, a family, me and my grandson and a few college students, 10 to be exact." That may be quite a number but considering the size of the building it was small.

I went to the elevator and inserted the key to a hole in the elevator to go to my designated floor. The elevator door opened to the 9th floor and I stepped out.

The floor was grand. There were only 3 doors, which makes each big inside. The entire floor is wooden and the walls were tiled, the lights were bright and the ceiling was a work of art.

I found my room, 902. I reached for the handle and slightly opened it. It was beautiful; I opened the door fully so I can come inside and bring my luggage.

I carried my luggage to the living room and starred in awe. The place was huge. I gave myself a grand tour before unpacking.

The apartment had 2 bedrooms, each differ in size but one has a walk in closet, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living room, a dining room, and what I loved the most was the balcony.

I spent a few minutes in the balcony, leaning forward against the railing, breathing in the air, thinking of the things I would love and have to do when I'm in Chicago.

And I also thought about that man in the airport, Edward Cullen. He was simply amazing. His bronze hair, flying all over the place, but fit him as well as his eyes. Oh my, his eyes, they were nothing like I've ever seen, he was captivating.

I felt giddy, my heart thumping loudly for thinking of him. I felt like a kid, having a crush. But this state was different. I was intoxicated.

I unpacked my things and made my way outside to see my car in the parking lot. I stepped in the elevator and pressed the B button and the elevator moved down.

The elevator door opened with a ding and I went straight to the row of cars, finding my Aston Martin Vantage. It was beautiful just like how Charlie described it. It was gray and must be really expensive.

I went back to my apartment, and got my cell phone. I forgot to turn it on after the flight and so I did. I had 10 text messages, 3 from Charlie, 5 from Renee, and two from an unregistered number……

A/N: hey guys! Hoped you liked that. If you really did, please rate and review. Is it too much to ask? Won't update unless I get reviews. Ha-ha. Just kidding. Till the next chapter. Comment and suggestions are welcomed.