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Chapter One: Forest Green Eyes

BPOV

I didn't know what I wanted to do more, kiss my mom for finally realizing I wasn't loving all the candid attention Phil was lavishing on her every chance he got, not to mention in front of me, or strangle her for exiling me to the ghost town geography calls Forks. Who knew that somewhere deep in the forests of Washington, lay a small town under a near constant cover of clouds?

Okay maybe i'm exaggerating but Forks' depressing population of only a little over 3,000 people, left little to the social status of such a town. Not that I was a very social person, but what if for some unknown reason, I decided I wanted to become more... adventurous?

My inner dialog was thankfully enough to distract me from the smallest plane I've ever been on's landing. I got out of my seat and nearly shoved an old lady in my haste. I didn't give it much thought, I really hated planes.

Charlie was waiting for me once I passed baggage claim and security. He gave me a tight smile then proceeded to grab my one suitcase without a word. I took his smile as a greeting and smiled back.

The ride down to Forks was long and not very productive. Charlie being the Police Chief, kept his eyes strictly on the road without moving as much as an inch from the left lane. I sighed and just looked out the window.

Charlie's⎯ I mean our house is very small. Two bedrooms one bathroom. Great. Charlie quickly showed me to my room then promptly left mumbling something about a baseball game. Glad to know where my socializing skills came from.

I unpacked what little belongings I had, then lied down. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. But as soon as I fell slightly into unconsciousness I felt my whole frame shake with violent sobs.

Forks high is pretty much the same as the whole town. Smallest population you could think of, skanky girls ready to spread every and any rumor they can dig their acrylic nails into, and last names that all teachers have know for at least four generations.

I knew being the new girl, gossip about me would be inevitable. Being the bigger person I tried to ignore it.

As soon as I stepped out of my new⎯well new to me⎯ rusty truck I knew it would take a while before the gossip of the new girl blew over. The building looked like the last time they renewed it was in the 60's and I was pleased to find that my piece of junk would have no trouble fitting in here.

I put my hoodie up, lowered my head and headed towards the building. But before could step foot inside, a small pixie-like girl stood in front of my with a smile not fit for seven in the morning. I gave her a small smile as I tried to move around her.

"Your Isabella Swan, the Chief's daughter!" Her high pitched voice put angels to shame and her musical laughter filled the air as she noticed the expression on my face. "I take it you don't like to be called the chief's daughter, sorry about that. I'm Alice" The expression she wore made it impossible for me not to answer her back, so I gave her the best fake smile I could muster up and gave her my name.

"Bella," I told her, the look of sheer confusion on her face told me that she though I wasn't listening when she told me her name a few seconds ago, "everyone calls me Bella." I clarified for her. She smiled and linked her tiny arm with mine and began walking.

"Well then Bella," She made sure to emphasize my name so I knew that she understood, I had to bite my lip to keep from rolling my eyes, "like i said my name's Alice, I'm student body president, President of the debate team, all time fashionista (she made special emphasis of that by looking up and down my frame) and your lunch date for today." She smiled already knowing that I couldn't refuse that face and continued.

"Bella, I know you might not know this yet, but we're going to be best friends." I nearly tripped over my own feet at the mention of having a friend such as Alice. Not that there was anything wrong with her but I wouldn't want to bring her down with my frequent lack of enthusiasm. She chuckled but just kept walking nearly dragging me by the grip she had on my arm.

She Showed me to my locker, then reluctantly let me go when I reached home room. I let out a sigh as I saw an empty desk in the back of the class, I nearly tripped in my haste to make myself invisible to the world, and brought my self more attention than necessary. I heard a few chuckles, but nothing i couldn't handle. I put my face down and studied my finger nails.

A few minutes later I felt someone standing to my right, so I reluctantly looked away from the fascinating world of my finger tips and stared up at the boy.

"Hey baby, what can I call your pretty face?" He thought he was being smooth, but all I wanted to do was roll my eyes. He stared down at me expecting an answer, but when I didn't give him one he just kept talking as if I did, "The name's Mike, but you, sweet thing, can call me anytime."

I heard snickers coming from some other boys in the class, and again had to refrain myself from rolling my eyes. I looked back up to him and I'm sure he expected me to jump his bones or something, but i just gave him a slight smile then looked back down to my nails.

Just as I thought he was going to say something else, the bell rang signaling the end of homeroom. I pretended to be busy with my stuff just long enough for the class to empty out. I prayed to God that Alice wasn't waiting for me outside my class, but as always it seemed as if God hated me.

As soon as I exited the room, the little pixie linked her arm around mine and led me towards my next class.

By the time lunch came around I had already forgotten about Mike, but just as me and Alice, stepped into the cafeteria, Mike was there leading me to his table. Alice stepped in front of him and gave him a look that even made me scared to be on her bad side, and he instantly dropped my arm.

Alice gave him a sickly sweet smile, then led me to a table on the opposite side of the cafeteria. We sat down, and i went back to my fingernails. "Are you nervous or something?" Alice asked, concern lacing her voice. I looked at her like she had lost her mind, so she quickly explained, "It's just that you keep bitting your lip and it's making me nervous and all."

I looked at her in a understanding way. I never realized when I was biting my lip. I quickly released my lip and looked up to the cafeteria. I almost jumped, when I saw two new additions to our table. "Bella, this is Rosalie and thats Emmett"

The girl Rosalie was, in very little words, perfect. She had perfect flawless skin, perfect shiny blond hair, perfectly manicured nails and the most perfect figure I had ever seen. She was curvy in all the right places, and perfectly toned in all the others.

The guy sitting next to her was huge! And I don't mean I Love Cake huge, I meant Yeah I workout for a living huge. He obviously played some kind of sport from the school jersey he was wearing. But his huge form was completely contradicted by the huge smile and dimples on his face. It almost made me want to smile. Almost.

I looked over to alice for an explanation but she just smile. "Hi I'm Emmett !" Said the brick wall sitting across from me, with the biggest most genuine smile I had ever seen. Towards me anyway. I gave him a small wave and a genuine grin back. He took that as all the encouragement he needed, and introduced me to the girl next to him, "This is Rosalie. My fuck-hot girlfriend." He emphasized by wagging his eyebrows but she didn't responded like I thought, she smacked him in the back of the head and glared at him, then turned to look at me. She offered me a small smile but didn't expect a reaction from me, judging the way I greeted Emmett. I had expected the whole slap on the chest then giggle thing most girls do but not her, she stood her ground. I liked her already.

"It's nice to meet you Bella," she said in a voice like wind chimes. It would definitely put angels to shame, "I think your in my Spanish class, so maybe tomorrow we can sit together?" She left it as a question and gave me a hopeful look. I gave her a small nod. And she gave a huge smile.

As Alice started them on a conversation I looked back down to my nails. I felt like someone was watching me, so i slowly lifted my head, and was immediately lost in a forest of the greenest eyes I had ever seen. They had gold streaks coming in towards the center, and hints of gray on the edges. They contained a mysterious glint in them, like he was hiding something or was purposely putting up walls between him and every one else. But his eyes were nothing compared to what held them in place. His pale complexion was a startling contrast to the bright green of his eyes, his sharp angular jaw had about a day old stubble on it and all I wanted to do was lick my way across it.

Wait a minute. I wanted to lick this strangers jaw? I guess Forks really was starting to affect me. I stopped my inner dialog and continued to stare shamelessly at Green Eyes. His mouth was full and the slightest bit pouty and his eyelashes shadowed over the bright green forest that kept distracting my exploration.

But nothing on his face was comparable to his totally fuck-hot sex hair. Wait, totally fuck-hot. Since when did I start talking like the general population of skanks in Forks? I cleared my head from the fog his eyes had caused, and continued to examine the color of his hair. It wasn't quite red, but it wasn't brown either. The closest I could come up with was copper, so I left it at that.

But the most confusing thing about my staring, was that he was staring back. He kept his eyes trained on my face, and I didn't realize alice was talking to me until he looked away and let me have my eyes back. Not that i was complaining. Oh my god what was wrong with me? I was turning into a pubescent teenage girl. I turned my attention back to Alice, but I could still feel rather than see him staring at me. His green gaze burning a whole in the side of my face. And I never felt so happy about getting burned. Forks was going to be the end of me.