"I think it's going to be okay Bella?" Charlies words were more a question than a statement.

They were standing outside the small white house, which was quite isolated and surrounded by green forest. They both looked up at it, quietly. No, it was everything but okay. This house wasn't okay. The too green environment and the atmospheric humidity wasn't okay. Forks wasn't okay.

But she couldn't express those painful thoughts outloud, so she turned to Charlie and gave him a forced smile. "It's going to be okay dad. I want this, you know that." She thought she sounded relatively honest, but he didn't seem to be less worried. And before he turned away, she could for a small portion of a second read the pity in his eyes.

She wouldn't take that. How she hated peoples pity! It made her feel week, or even worse, vulnerable. She could feel the tears burning behind her eyes, but she angrily recollected herself before they spilled. She straighted her back and went into the house, stomped up the stairs and started unpacking her things. Charlie didn't hover at the threshold, and that pleased her, nothing would be more awkward than having him hanging over her shoulder. Maybe this would actually work out. Well, not that there were any other alternative anymore. She had no other home. She pushed away the unwelcome thought and put herself into bed before the tears came.

The next day it felt a little better. She wasn't exactly nervous about starting her new school, and everything that broke the boring routine in her life was welcome. Maybe she would even get some friends. But they would probably be off when they realized that she was nothing like them. Not that she really gave a shit...

When she was done showering, she dyed her her long hair and put on some slim, dark jeans, and a long sleeved, tight, white sweater whit pearl buttons at the cleavage. And what a cleavage. She put on some rouge and mascara, but nothing else. She didn't even own a foundation – her skin was flawless. When she was done she watched her reflection in the big mirror, and brown, dead eyes glared back, terribly vacant. She was beautiful, shockingly so. And she couldn't care less.

The house were quiet and empty, Charlie was probably already at work.

In the hall she put on her converse and then drove to school in the, according to her, awesome pickup she got from Charlie. Now she was actually getting a little nervous, how silly. As if starting a new school could be anything compared to what she had been trough. But there were still a little stubborn voice in her head, wondering if she would be avoided like plaque in this school to. She tried to shut it out.

It didn't really matter, it was probably for the best anyway. She parked her car at the big parking lot, and she noticed that the most of the cars were a bit older, like hers. That made the shiny, expensive looking Volvo parked a few meters away a bit conspicuous.

She headed for the expedition, where she received her schedule from a women named Mrs. Cope. She stared at Bella in a way that made her very sure of that she was the small towns new gossip.

But her first class were actually better then she hoped; most of her new classmates seemed polite and nice, even though she got a little stressed by the way they ogled freely at her.

When they went for lunch at the cafeteria she joined a big table whit a lot of people that she didn't really remember the names of. She smiled shyly but didn't really participate in the conversation. She looked around in the cafeteria, and then she saw them. Five people sitting at a table a bit off, but still it was like they were the center off attention. The three guys were gorgeous, one big and incredibly muscular whit dark curly hair, one tall and blond, and one whit unusual bronze hair and pale skin. The girls were eachothers opposites – one tiny and delicate whit spiky black hair, and the other one a tall, blond goddess. Bella could tell that they were the high schools queens and kings

and her stomach almost churned whit disgust. So predictable. She was definitely keeping out of their way. Not that the company she enjoyed at the moment were particularly pleasant – she was already bored whit their mindless chatter. Suddenly she heard a giggle in her ear. "Bella, you're staring!" the blond girl next to her – Jessica or something – was the one guilty of the intrusive giggle. Incapable of a reasonable answer Bella just choked out "huh?" and stared at the Jessica girl. The Jessica girl giggled some more before she collected herself. Nice habit you've got there.

"Yeah, you were like really ogling at the Cullens and Hale, the guys over there. Well not that you're the first one..." she giggled some more. Maybe she was brain damaged or something? "but however, I just wanted to warn you. They aren't really any nice people." yeah, I can just imagine. The Jessica girl suddenly drew a heavy breath and leaned in even closer to Bella. "but you know what, Edward Cullen is really staring back at you! He's the bronze haired guy, so gorgeous!!" UH UH. She would not have that! Jessica actually seemed to be kind of nice, but it was time to leave.

She forced a smile and stood up, the lemonade bottle clenched tight in her grip . She threw a quick glance over her shoulder, expecting the worst. And yep. Edward Cullen, gorgeous-perfekt-highschool-king were sitting there, probably undressing her whit his gaze. The last thing she needed. How she hated that type of guy. She gave him the coldest, most unfriendly glare that she was capable of. And that said a lot. Then she walked out of the cafeteria, head high. She really needed some space after this overwhelming day.

EPOV

He couldn't do anything but stare at her. The mare sight of her appearance made his crotch ache. She was the most beautiful, sexy creature... The luscious, dark brown hair falling in shiny waves over her back. That pale, soft skin, screaming for fingers to caresses it. His gaze traced over her perfect face- the big eyes, the full lips, the straight nose. Then she stood up – all tall, leggy goddess – and she turned around and gave him the coldest of all stares. Those wide eyes practically screaming discomfort and fucking bitchiness. She walked away, long flexible steps. He stared after her, chocked, and not so little confused.

But then a evil smirk started to grow on his lips. He would so have her, she just didn't know it yet.

No one would ever refuse him.