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Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Chapter One

Charlie threw me a last goodbye before he left for work. I gave him a wave, focusing on eating my cereal. He closed the door with a small slam, and I cleaned up my breakfast and retreated from the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths. Why was I so nervous? In the small town of Forks, Washington, everyone knew everyone. I was probably known before even stepping foot in Forks.

But the thoughts of that made more butterflies appear in my stomach.

Back in Phoenix, I was barely known. It was a huge city with thousands of people. In Phoenix, it was no problem keeping a low profile.

I felt my stomach drop, making the butterflies even more frantic. I felt a funny feeling, like something wasn't right. I had no idea what it was, and now I was near tears.

Before I could cry, I decided to leave. Better being early than late, I guess. But the sight of my ugly truck made me feel even worse. Feeling bad about the truck made me feel tragic. It was Charlie's gift to me, and I couldn't believe I was embarrassed by him having a heart. I sighed and started the car, a huge rumble erupting from it.

I reached the school, almost missing it completely. It was covered and shaded by large green trees. Green. Everything was green in Forks. It was almost always rainy, but I'd lucked out today. The weather was rain-free, but still, cloudy. I almost wanted to see brown, dead plants, but I hadn't come across one yet.

The other cars in the school lot were pretty beaten up and old. That made me feel a little better as I hopped out of the truck. But as soon as I did, my eyes immediately fell to a shining silver Volvo. Yes, it was an amazing car, but its driver and passengers caught my attention.

Even inside the car, they were breathtaking. And when the doors opened and they all piled out I almost gasped at their beauty. First out of the car came a delicate girl with short black hair, arm in arm with a tall, blond, muscular boy. They looked at each other, talking swiftly and softly, and laughing a musical laugh. Next came a harsh, blonde girl with a bronze haired, also muscular boy. The blond girl looked at me with an impaling glare, but after a second turned and stared lovingly into the bronze haired boy's eyes. Out last was the driver, the most muscular of all. He was looking down as the other two couples walked ahead.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He turned his head towards me, and his face was amazing. His eyes were an inhumane brown, and I couldn't put my finger on what shade they were. But those eyes were filled with sadness – loneliness.

Our eyes were locked. I wasn't aware of anything until I felt my feet tangle up beneath me. Apparently, I'd tripped; something very common for me, as clumsy as I was. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for impact with the ground. It never came. Instead, cold hand caught me, and I shivered with its icy effect. I looked up, and those brown, lonely eyes stared back at me. Although for a second, I realized the lonely feel of the eyes were replaced with…happiness.

Before I knew it, I was standing back up in the parking lot and the browned eyed boy was gone. I squinted my eyes in confusion and ran into the school, hoping to catch him. But instead of finding him, I ran into the blond girl – literally. The hard impacts sent me flying backwards, but weird enough the blond girl was still standing, deflecting me. She gave me a disgusted look with her harsh eyes, and walked off. I watched her for a few seconds and saw her grab hands with the bronze haired boy.

I heard laughing to my right. A petite, curly haired brunette was quietly giggling with her hand over her mouth. I blushed.

The girl approached me, still smiling. "Chief Swan's daughter?" She said.

"Yeah, Isabella. But call me Bella. How did you know?"

"Trust me, people have been awaiting your arrival. When there's someone new in this town, everyone knows."

There it was again. The everyone knows everyone thing.

"And you kind of look like your dad," the girl added. I was unsure of what to say next, so we stood in silence. "I'm Jessica," the girl finally said.

"Jessica." I smiled, repeating her name. "Well, I better get to the office. I need my schedule." I gave a forced chuckle. "Uh, would you mind showing me where –"

"Down the hall, turn right, down that hall, and you should find it."

"Thanks."

We said goodbye, and she turned the other way. I followed her directions, and sure enough, there was the office. I walked in and asked the woman at the front desk for my classes. She handed me a piece of paper. As I was walking out, I passed the brown eyed boy. He opened his mouth to say something, but the woman at the desk interrupted him.

"Emmett, may I see your schedule?"

Emmett. His name made my heart pump faster.

"Would you mind escorting Ms. Swan to her first class? You're going to the same place as it is," the woman said.

Emmett glared at her, but nodded slowly.

"Well, better get going you two. Have a nice first day, Isabella!"

"Bella," I said. "It's Bella."

Emmett and I walked out of the office. We were silent until he finally turned to me. I got lost in his eyes once again, and realized we'd stopped walking and were standing in the middle of the hall. "So, it's Bella, huh?" He said, emphasizing the Bella. My heart sped up again. I nodded, mouth agape.

He looked at me peculiarly, then reached out and touched my hand. He skin was still icy, and sent shivers up my spine. But I liked it.

I smiled as he extended his arm again. This time, he held my hand. I barely knew this guy - Emmett – yet I was walking down the hall with him hand in hand. I was surprised at how soft and gentile he was after seeing his muscular exterior.

"This is it. History," Emmett said. I smiled wider.

"Thanks," I said.

Yeah, I liked him. But I couldn't help feeling something was, I don't know, wrong. Like, I'd made a bad choice. But what had I done? I sighed as I saw Emmett was already gone, and walked into history. The butterflies in my stomach were back, and I didn't know how long I could stand them.