A/N: this is my first fanfic so it would be greatly appreciated if you go easy on me.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story plot.

3 Alice

What if Bella was never depressed after Edward left her? What would happen to her if she changed completely? Edward left Bella, she didn't get sad she changed. Bella isn't that sweet little girl anymore. What happens when the Cullens come back to Forks? What state will they find Bella in? Will she have moved on or will she be devastated?

Edward left me a year ago. I've gotten over his sorry ass, for the most part. Sure it still hurts when ever I thought of the stupid vampire, why wouldn't it. He left me alone to fend for myself. He left me broken hearted and with out the family I once thought I had. But I've changed now. I would like to see his face if he ever saw the new and improved Bella. I'm not the same shy conservative clumsy Bella anymore. Sure I still had klutz moments but everybody does.

I still get wonderful grades, he isn't worth wasting those for. Other than that I'm completely different. I go out and party as late as I like, date whom ever I please, and wear what ever I want no matter what people say about the outfit. If I learned something from Alice it was nothing gets in the way of fashion. He wanted me to move on so I did.

As I zipped up my knee high boots that go with my gray pleated skirt, I think of Mike. Sure he was fun, a good kisser, and always there when I needed a good time, but he just didn't hold my interest anymore. We had five new students. I knew exactly what they were. Vampires. They reminded me of the Cullens in a way. There was one handsome single one. Damn he was hot! Damnit focus Bella. In fact they were almost exactly like the Cullens-wince- I was thinking about them too much today. Just because I was over him doesn't mean I don't miss the rest of them. Playing Bella Barbie with Alice and Rose, reading with Carlisle, playing video games and joking around with Emmett, decorating and designing homes with Esme, and just talking with Jasper. He seemed to get me. He would let me pour out my heart and cry on his shoulder for hours until Alice scooped me away to shop. It wasn't their fault he made them leave.

I had my eye on Jackson, the single one. He had almost the exact same hair as Jasper's, only his is chocolate brown. The last thought of Jasper filled my eyes with tears. No, I was not going to cry over them anymore. I looked hot today and I needed to keep it that way. I was going to break it off with Mike for good and needed to look good. God I was turning into Rosalie. I blinked back the tears and stood up, smoothing out my snug and revealing, not over revealing, sweater. I walked to the full length mirror and smiled happily, Alice would be proud. I guess I had tried to up my fashion sense after they left to keep some part of them with me other than the memories that hurt me to think about.

I closed my eyes taking deep breaths and ran down the stairs. Charlie was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper. "Who are you breaking up with today?" he asked after returning his eyes to what he was reading after assessing what I was wearing. "Mike Newton." I bent over digging through the refrigerator. "He is fun and everything but…" I shook my head taking out a carton of orange juice and walking towards the cabinet. "Who are you after now?" Charlie sighed as I poured some juice in a glass. "What makes you think there is a new guy?" I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I leaned against the counter watching my dad's face. "Bella." He looked up from his paper raising one eyebrow in disbelief. "Okay, okay!" I raised my hands in surrender. "His name is Jackson Patterson, one of the new kids." I smiled larger and dreamed of his muscular arms wrapping around my waist his… "Well maybe you'll keep this one longer than a few weeks." Charlie grumbled pulling me out of my fantasies. "I plan on forever with this one." I whispered quietly to myself. I drained the rest of my orange juice and went to go rinse the glass out. As I passed the oven I glanced at the clock. Shit. "crap daddy I'm late I got to run." I rushed out of the kitchen kissing Charlie on the top of his head and snatched my keys off the table. I stopped for a moment when I got outside, pausing to admire my 2007 Blue Ford Explorer. Sure it wasn't the fanciest car but I adored it. I sped down the road dreaming of Jackson when I should have been paying attention.

I saw Mike look up when he heard my Ford pull in the parking lot. He smiled and started to make his way over to me as I pulled into my usual parking space. I met him at the trunk of my car. His lips crashed down on my perfectly glossed lips. I felt my hands wind their way up to tangle themselves in his hair as I shot a glance in Jackson's direction. Disgust colored his face and something else…was it jealousy? What ever it was made a blush color my neck and face. I closed my eyes as I felt Mike's hands move down towards my ass as his tongue pressed lightly against my bottom lip, begging for an entrance. I sighed and pulled away leaving my hands tangled in his hair as he left his hands resting on my ass. I didn't mind as much as other people may, but I let him seeing as he wouldn't be allowed to touch me after a few minutes.

"Mikey," I began looking into his shallow icy blues eyes that were swimming with emotion. Some I recognized, lust, desire, amazement. "I really do like you but I cant do this anymore. It was great while it lasted and I wouldn't take anything back but you and I both know that this relationship is going nowhere. I'm so sorry, but I'm breaking up with you." I whispered the last part. Letting my lower lip jut out and tremble slightly as I looked down and away. I had to at least appear sad. He violently grabbed my wrists pinning them against his chest, squeezing to the point where it was painful. I looked into his anger and hate filled eyes and my eyes widened with pure terror. What is he going to do to me?

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