Chapter One: Bella meets Rosalie

Authors' Note: This will eventually be a smut filled story, that's how it started in my head. However, the characters had other ideas and wouldn't leave me alone. They continued to beat me over the head until I sat down to write this out. I fully intend for there to be lemons in this story, whenever the characters finally let me out of the straight-jacket to play.

Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

BPOV

Pulling my rusty old truck into the parking lot, it rattled its' last breath and died before I ever got it into a parking spot. Walking in front of me was a beautiful blonde woman. The prettiest I'd ever seen in fact, wearing a white top, short black skirt and red high heels that were ridiculous to walk around a campus in. The clothes definitely showed off her assets, busty with long legs. I felt like I should crawl under a rock and die compared to her. She stopped and looked at me with a disgusted expression on her face. Sighing I got out of my truck and promptly kicked it. Oh well, at least it got me this far. I'd driven all the way from Forks, Washington to Portland, Oregon. Now I needed to call a tow-truck to pick up my baby. It certainly wasn't drivable anymore.

As I looked up the blonde woman was still there looking right at me as though she wanted to speak. Looking down I was too embarrassed to form any words. That didn't stop her though. She strode up to me confidently and appraised my truck. I wondered what she thought she was doing. A beautiful well-dressed woman shouldn't have anything to do with this monstrosity. She lifted the hood of my truck then and leaned over, looking it over. It took me a moment to find the words to speak. Finally I said "Excuse me. What are you doing?"

She stood then and replied haughtily "I'm looking over your truck to see why it broke down." The way she came across though was more like 'What does it look like I'm doing, stupid girl?'

"Why would you do that? It's a crappy old truck and needs to be buried now. She's had plenty of good years in her." Turning away I was going to get my stuff out of the back and find my new dorm room as well as a phone book. Feeling a strong hand snake around my arm I was pulled back to her.

She looked at me angrily and said "Where do you think you're going?"

In complete shock I replied "To call a tow-truck if you'd let go of me." Attempting to jerk my arm away her grip just got tighter. I was not even sure she realized she was holding onto me anymore.

Her next words surprised me though "No, I won't let you do that."

"Why the hell not? It's not your vehicle, it's mine. I can't afford the repairs on it, so it's going to the junkyard and I will get plenty of exercise walking on this campus." I replied to her statement.

The beautiful blonde woman smiled at me angelically and let go of her vice-like grip on my arm and said "Don't worry about it. I'll fix it for you and it will be better than it's ever been, even when it was new."

My mouth hanging open I had to ask" What are you talking about?"

She smiled smugly and pointed at herself saying "I love cars and rebuilding them. I'd like to fix this one for you. Granted most of it needs to go, the body really being the only salvageable part."

"Okay… but why would you do that? You don't even know me. Not to mention my aforementioned I can't afford to fix it." My temper was starting to rise thinking this woman was just amusing herself at my expense.

Her response was surprising "This truck could get me out of my current job fixing cars and into what I really want to do, which is rebuilding old cars. One day that will be my business and I'll enjoy it." She looked at me hopefully with her hands flat together waiting for my response.

"Sure, I guess you can have it, if you really want it. I certainly can't use it anymore." Turning away,I was attempting to remove my things from the truck bed when I felt that now familiar grip on my arm. "Why do you keep doing that? It's very rude you know. You already have my permission to take the truck anywhere you want."

She let go of me then and looked down sheepishly. "I want you to drive it when I'm done with it. If anyone asks where you got it tricked out you give them my name. It's advertisement for my future business."

"I can't afford to pay for it, I already told you. As far as advertising goes, I don't even know your name." Meeting this girl was already wearing me out and I was ready to get away from her.

"First of all, it's advertisement so you don't need to pay me for this one. In the future if you buy something from me I am charging full price for it. As for my name, you didn't ask, nor did I ask for yours. It's Rosalie though if you are truly interested." When she said that her eyes lit up as though she wanted me to know who she was.

"Bella, my name is Bella. You are the first person I've met here and so far it's the most eventful meeting I've ever had with anyone in my life." I smiled at her thinking don't look a gift horse in the mouth. She stuck out her hand to shake mine in agreement and I immediately took it. Rosalie was incredibly strong, which I was surprised by. She looked more like a high-maintenance girl, high heels and all.

She turned back to continue looking under the hood when I heard a whistle and from a male voice "Look at those gorgeous legs? They could only belong to one person." Startled I jumped and turned to look at him. This guy was huge and very muscular with dark curly hair, not my type at all. He grinned at me evilly and winked as he smacked Rosalie's ass. She, of course, wasn't fazed at all as she stood up and punched her elbow into him. "Aww Rose, don't be like that. I've missed you. I was coming to look for you." The man said.