AN: This is my first story with an actual plot. So please tell me if you actually enjoy it. If it gets at least 10 reviews I will add a new chapter!

Edit 9/10/10: I'm just going through, changed the band name from Never Say Never to Impossibilities are Finite. Because I had a feeling people would feel I stole it from Chrisy Drew. But I came up with story back in last September before I heard of him. So I changed it! I'm also editing it.

Edit 12/16/11: So…I'm going through and re-writing this. Combining chapters, and whatnot. Taking this off the shelf and into the much needed light.

BPOV

It was too damn early to be awake. I rolled over, hit the snooze button on my alarm and promptly went back to sleep.

Roughly ten minutes later, it went off again. Groaning I turned it off and laid back down. For a total of 2.6 seconds, before I remembered today was the first day Senior Year. Finally. I dressed in my favorite skinny jeans, my Omega shirt and some wicked neon pink and green converse.

After I was clothed, I left my room to go try to tame "the uncontrollable beast" or, I guess you could it, my hair. Just like I thought, it was in no condition to be seen by the entire student body of Forks High.

After I had brushed all the knots out, and gotten it straightened, my phone started going off with the sounds of Barbie Girl. I didn't need to look at my phone to know it was Rosalie. She was the only one with it.

"'Ello,"

"Get your skinny ass in my car, so we can go get Alice," Rosalie growled.

"Good morning to you too, I'm coming, don't worry," I chuckled. Rosalie was not a morning person.

I walked down the hallway into the living room. Grabbing my bag off the couch, I walked through the kitchen. I opened the garage door, locked the house door and walked down to the black mustang idling in my driveway.

I opened the passenger door, to find a giggling Rosalie sitting in the driver seat. I pushed the button on the garage door remote.

"What's so funny," I asked as I sat down in the car.

"Emmett sent me this ridiculous picture," she said between giggles.

I just rolled my eyes, "What? Of him flexing in the mirror?"

"Ha! I wish, more like him making kissey faces," she giggled as she pulled out of my driveway.

When we pulled into Alice's driveway, there were two people instead of one standing in her driveway. We groaned in unison. Perfect. Just Perfect. Of course Cynthia would tag along with Alice. Just Perfect. Cynthia was a one of those dumb, blonde, preppy, gum chewing cheerleader types, that everyone hated.

Alice and Cynthia got in the car. "Why are you here, Cynthia," Rosalie asked, pretty calmly if you ask me, considering last time Rose saw her, she had about slapped her.

"Because, Tyler's trucked broke down last night," Cynthia said annoyingly between chomps of gum.

"You didn't even ask if I would take you!" Rose ground out from clenched teeth. I could see she was reaching her breaking point.

"Rose, just let her be. It's too early for this headache," Alice pleaded from the back seat.

"Don't you dare break anything back there, or I kill you slowly through torture," Rose grunted, "I just got this last month."

"Rosie, this car is older than dirt. It ain't a brand new penny," I retored.

"You know I have been waiting forever for this car," she wailed.

"Ok, ok, ok. Get going."

She pulled out of the driveway mumbling about how much she wanted to kick Cynthia out. I couldn't blame her though, with a sister like Charlotte, who got into everything, she had a right to be a little overprotective of her car. From her ramblings all summer long and the days we just stared at it, I found out that it was a 1967 Shelby Mustang gt500. She was absolutely in love with this car. Sometimes she referred to it as her "baby". I guess that's what you get when you spend the weekends, school breaks, Wednesdays and summers working at your dad's mechanic shop, which specialized in Mustangs.

Unlike me, but that's a long story for another time. Before I knew it we pulled into the school parking lot. As we got out we heard someone whistle. I looked up to see Emmett coming over.

Even after four years of being together, they acted as giddy as if it was their first week.

"Nothing mushy, there are children present," Alice said, giggling and looking pointedly to me.

"Hey, my birthday is in two weeks, jeez. Cynthia is the child here."

"Whatever, bye losers," was all she had to say before walking off.

"Your face is a loser," I called after her.

"Her face," Emmett asked, "Is that this year's crappy comeback?"

"Oh, shove it up your ass," I grumbled before stalking off.

I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings. I really couldn't care less about this lameass place that I was confined to for the rest of my high school education. So I wasn't paying attention, which resulted in me running into the last person I ever wanted to see. Jacob. My ex-boyfriend.

"Watch were you're go- oh, hey Bella," he said starting out sounding all superior incase of it being a lowerclassmen, but then changed to being sweet.

I groaned. I didn't have time for his shit about us getting back together. He had been feeding me that bull all summer, after realizing little Miss Priss wasn't as much fun as me. But, as always, I told him that I wasn't going to take him back after what he did. Which is another story for another time.

I sucked it up and answered him, "Hey, Jake. Are going to feed that bull about us getting together again? Or do I have to listen to some long ass story you came up with to capture my attention? Because I don't have time for either. I have to get to class," I said icily before brushing past him to get to the glass front doors.

"Bella, don't be like that," he said catching up to me.

"Fuck off, Jacob. I don't have time this."

"Bells-,"

"Jacob, go. Away. Now. I. Don't. Have. Time. For. This."

"Fine, but you're going to be sorry."

I stopped in my tracks, "Is that a threat?"

"No, no, no," he said doubling back, "Of course not, I just meant that you're going regret not considering taking me back."

"Whatever, go back to little Miss Priss."

After that the day was pretty normal. Jake backed off. Rosalie, Alice and I had second, third, and lunch together. During lunch, Alice was gushing about the kid. Going on about how sexy he was, and how she would take about out of him. I wasn't really paying attention, I was hyped up about sixth hour. Advanced Ancient History. Which I specialized in. It really was advanced. Only eight other kids got into it. But, unfortunately Jacob was part of that eight. He only got in, because in regular History class I was his tutor and he learned more from me than from the teacher. The others…they learned on their on time.

As I walked in, I saw the new kid. Like Rosalie and Alice said, this boy would break some hearts.

Just then he looked up at me in confusion.

EPOV

"Edward, hurry up, you're going to be late," my mom called up the stairs.

Ugh, I hated this. Another new school. Fifth one in three years. Stupid dad just had to have to be re-stationed every six months so we don't set any "roots" anywhere. I'd like to set roots somewhere. Somewhere where I had a longer history than six months. But no. We just had to move every six months. Stupid old man.

"Edward, put a damn shirt on and come down here, now," she called angrily

"Alright, alright," I pulled on my Pi shirt, hoping that the girls would think I'm a math-nerd and stay away.

I walked down stairs with my bag slung over my shoulder.

"You have to wear that shirt, on your first day?"

"Yup," was all I had to say.

"Whatever, get going or you'll be late."

"Fine," I grumbled as I walked out of our "new" house. And jumped into my Volvo and zoomed out of the driveway towards my new lame school. Hopefully I could finish senior year in this school. Highly unlikely, but a guy can dream.

I pulled up next to an awesome looking car. Definitely a classic. 1967 Shelby Mustang gt500. My favorite Mustang, by far. There were two girls and a guy standing by it. I figured that it was the guy's.

"Sweet ride."

"Thanks, I just got it last month," replied the Amazon looking blonde that had the guy's arm wrapped around her waist. Then they turned to look at me. And, of course, they stared dumbstruck. The tall girl recovered first.

"Hi, I'm Rosalie, this is Emmett and that's Mary Alice," she said, smirking at the other girl, "but we just call her May or Alice."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Edward."

"Well we better get going, whose homeroom to you got," asked the boy named Emmett.

"Um…I have to check in the office first to make sure my mom actually registered me."

"Oh, see you around," said the girl named Alice.

As I walked into the school, I wondered who in their right mind would name their kid Mary Alice? That sounded like a grandma name.

As I walked into the second set of glass doors, I caught some guy with shaggy Black hair and dark brown eyes and a shirt that had a weird design on with the words Impossibilities are Finite glaring at me. It took me a minute to figure out why, then I saw the little bimbo he was holding hands with.

I sighed. When will girls learn, I'm not interested in dating when most likely I'll be gone right in the middle of it? I learned that the hard way with Tanya. Didn't feel like repeating that again. I walked into the front office.

"Um, hi. I'm Edward Masen. I'm new, and I don't know who my homeroom teacher is," I told the secretary.

"Ok, let's bring your record up and see," she said while working on a computer, "Mr. Purdy is your homeroom teacher."

"Thanks," I called over my shoulder as I walked out.

The day went by without a hitch. People stared, but I was fine with it. I had B lunch. I saw the first people I met that day over at table with some girl who was making a fool of herself. After I got my food. I sat down at an empty table, hoping that people would just leave me alone. Unfortunately, my prayers weren't answered. Three guys sat down at my table. One of them being the Impossibilities are Finite guy from this morning.

"Dude, are you going to be on the football team," asked a boy with a buzz cut.

"Um, no."

"Why?" asked a boy long black hair pulled back in a ponytail

I sighed. I didn't want to play any sports because I might not be able to finish the season. Also learned that the hard way.

"Now, now boys don't start to pressure him into," said the Impossibilities are Finite shirt guy with a smirk.

I realized then that all them were wearing Impossibilities are Finite t-shirts. In varying colors. The first one's was black. The buzz cut had a dark blue one. And the ponytail had a blood red one. Just then the bell rang.

"Hey, what class do you have next," asked buzz cut.

"Um, Advanced Ancient History."

"Jacob, don't you have that one," asked ponytail.

"Yeah," said Jacob.

"Um, I don't know your guys' names," I told them.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Quil," said buzz cut or Quil.

"I'm Embry," said ponytail or Embry.

"And I'm Jake," said Jacob.

"Well its nice to meet you, Quil, Embry and Jake," I said before heading off towards English with Jacob following. It looked like there were going to be nine other people in that class named Bella Swan, Eric Yorkie, Jasper Whitlock, Tyler Crowly, Mike Newton, Ben Chenney, James Hunt, and Marcus Volturi.

When I got to the class, six boys were in there. I was really surprised that Jacob was in this class, because he seemed like a complete idiot. I sat down in front.

Just then a girl walked in. I reckoned that this was Bella Swan. Well it was either that, or some screwed up parents named their son a girl name.

"Hey, Bella," the blonde kid next to me said to the girl.

"Hey, Jasper," she said back.

Just then the bell rang and the teacher walked in.

"Mr. Black, I suggest you take a seat," he said before turning to the class, "We are going to have a seating chart now, since Mr. Black couldn't sit in a proper seat. Sit in Alphabetical order. I think you can do that on your own."

With some fumbling around, we all got into our new seats. On my left was Bella and on my right Jacob.

"I'll be back in a few with your books, and when I get back you better be quiet and in you seats," said Mr. Cullen before leaving.

After she left, I turned to Bella; "Your name is Bella?" I thought it was strange that a parent would name their child beautiful in Italian.

"Yeah, actually it's Isabella. But I prefer Bella," she said.

Just then Jacob got her attention about something. She was pretty. She was about 5'4", long dark brown hair straightened to perfection, a Greek shirt, skinny jeans and bright converse. She also had an air to her that she was smart, but had a playful side.

"Jacob, just like I told you this morning, I don't care," she sounded angry.

"Bells, just consider it."

"No, I will never consider it. You were the one that couldn't keep your hands to yourself. So go away. Or I'm quitting," when she said the last part that his face fell.

"Fine."

"What did you mean that you would quit," I asked.

"Our band. Impossibilities are finite," she answered.

"Really, what do you play?"

She laughed, "Clarinet, but in my band I just sing. The boys play, not me."

"So what do the boys play? And who are these boys?"

"Embry, Quil, and Jacob. Embry does the drums. Quil; bass. And Jacob the guitar."

I ask going to ask about their sign, but then the teacher came back. After that we didn't get a chance to talk again. When we had to right some notes, she was doodling in the corner of her paper. It was the band sign.

I had study hall next, but unfortunately she wasn't in it. I saw her get in the Mustang parked next my car. Along with Rosalie, Alice and some other girl that was ogling me this morning.

Later that night as I laid in my bed, hoping that for once I could get a girl who liked me for me and not just for my looks.

AN: wow that actually came out good. So what do you think? Drop me a line to let me know!