The Diamond Skin

Chapter 1

I don't own Twilight, just for your remembrance!

Dear Readers, if you have a question, ask me, but I won't post the question during the story, I'll PM you, if you don't have an account, I'm ever so sorry that I can't help you with your confusion.

Warning: I won't give A LOT of funniness in the OCCASIONAL A/N's. Sorry! That was both for you, and me! How else is all of this awesomeness going to get out?


My father, Edward Masen Sr., was a very successful lawyer. Sometimes he got to be on TV. Thanks to his successful occupation, we moved around a lot because people couldn't find good lawyers in their own town!

Now, I sat in the airplane on a window seat, staring out on the clouds. I actually had friends back in Chicago, and I hated saying good-bye to them. George and Daisy were great friends. They were loyal, fun, and everything you could've asked for in a good friend; I guess I'll have to just forget them. Friends aren't impossible to make.

My mother, Elizabeth, was sitting next to me and gave me a worried glance. She put a concerned hand on mine. My mother was an angel. She did everything for me, but I would never take this to my advantage. I never disrespected her. She knew how close my friends and I were, and must understand my situation.

I smiled gently at her kind face before pulling my hand away and lying it down on the arm rest. I simply just put my earphones in and listened to my iPod the whole ride there. I stared through the clouds as they slowly parted for the landing of the plane. We are landing in Port Angeles, though we were going to stay in outskirts Forks, Washington.

The ride to our new house didn't take long, it could've been shorter, and I was still listening to my iPod. When we arrived, there were three cars, two in the garage and one out. The two in the garage were both navy blue mustang fords, not to my surprise, and the one outside was mine. A silver Volvo. It was precious to me already.

"Edward! Turn those blasted things off when I'm talking to you!" My father called. From what I've heard from his clients, and my mother, he was truly quite kind. But especially from my mother, he didn't like airplane rides.

The neighborhood was very vacant. You could a few houses here and there but not many. We moved to the richer parts of Forks. The lawn was full of green plants and colorful flowers and the house was surrounded by different species of wild trees. The outside of the new house was quite a sight already. Bricks surrounded the garage, the front door, and a few windows. The roof was a dark brown. And the rest of the house was a milky white.

When I took out my earphones, he tossed me the keys to my car and I grabbed my luggage to haul to my room. We were only using a big taxi van for our luggage. The U-haul truck delivered our things to our house already with the precise instruction of my mother.

When I entered through the front door, the first thing I saw was the red walls of two hallways. To your direct left was the grand kitchen, and to the right was my father's home office. The hallway next to the kitchen led to my parents' bedroom and the living room, and the hallway on the right led to a staircase and two doors on each side. I passed the doors, knowing where to go thanks to an online tour of the place. I spotted a chandelier over the living room as I passed by it on the second floor.

My room was painted white, as I asked, and the carpet was the darkest shade of red there was. It was pretty cool to look at. My bed was a simple grey and white design and I started unpacking, with my earphones back in.

During dinner, my mother had made a wonderful lasagna.

"Edward, are you liking your new room?" My mother asked, always trying to start up a conversation.

"Oh, yes, it's wonderful. So is the lasagna," I complimented, taking a second helping. She chuckled happily.

"Thank you, dear," she said. Her happiness quickly died down as she looked at my father's empty chair. He would rarely come to the dinner table. He was always working on his cases and barely even had time for my mother. So, trying to enlighten the mood I changed the subject.

"So, what school am I going to?"

"Oh, you'd be wondering that wouldn't you? Oh my. Well, I'm sorry if this is embarrassing, but you are starting school in the middle of the year. They started school weeks ago! You will be going to school at Forks High School. I mean seriously? They couldn't have thought of a more creative name for this school? It's the only one in town!" My mother complained, looking down at the copy of the registration form. I chuckled at my mother before putting away my dishes. I kissed her atop her head before heading back upstairs to my room.

That night I lay on my bed, too restless to sleep. I couldn't help this tugging at the back of my brain that maybe moving to this place wasn't so bad. Even if it didn't change my father. It's not like anything big was going to happen.

The next morning, I woke up in alarm. My dumb alarm clock was too early! I didn't sleep much anyway and fright from the noise woke me up through and through. When I had dressed, I headed downstairs to be greeted with a smile from my mother and the mouth-watering smell of bacon. She handed me my directions to the school and my class schedules, after being saddened by the absence of my father once again, and I brushed my teeth before leaving.

With a light jacket on, the wintery air was a bit extreme. I should have brought something warmer but I wanted to be early, as to not drive to much attention to myself. On the long drive there, I noticed that Forks wasn't all that different from Chicago at all. A lot of green trees, cloudy skies, puddles everywhere, and everyone I passed would be wearing a coat. I wonder if it would be warm in the summer like it would be in Chicago, or if it would be like this all year round.

I hopped out of the car after parking in the student parking lot and walked quickly to the office. Sitting at the desk was a grumpy lady with wild and greying red hair. I stayed polite and smiled with over exaggerated happiness. She smiled back and told me that I needed to get some papers signed by my teachers.

When I walked back out, the lot was mostly crowded with students. Most of them turned their heads and watched me, but I ignored them as if I've been here before and pulled out the map to my next class. An average-sized girl with light brown hair and a guy that looked like he belonged on the chess team named Eric approached me.

"Hi! You must be new! I'm Jessica, and welcome to the school! Are you- are you liking anything you see around here?" She said a little flustered. I smiled politely as she fluttered her eyes at me, not wanting to accidentally say anything that might lead her into thinking that I like her.

"Don't mind her, dude," the guy said said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, "You'll hang out with me at lunch, won't you?" I simply nodded. I was shocked they accepted me so quickly. "I'm Eric, by the way."

"Yeah, sure. I'm Edward Masen. Nice to meet you guys," I said. I guess making friends here wouldn't be so hard after all. They approached me anyway. Jessica seemed to swoon at my voice and leaned a bit closer to me. I can see down her shirt, something I don't want to see, and I started walking faster. Eric easily caught up with me, but Jessica had to skip a little.

"So, where's your first class, I can help you find it," Jessica said heavily.

"Yeah, thanks," I said, as she took the papers out of my hands. She half squealed before composing herself once again.

"You have the same first class with me! Come on!" Jessica then dragged me away from Eric who was laughing among other guys I haven't met yet.

Jessica was only in that one first class, but she demanded that I have a warm welcome and dragged me to every one of my classes until lunch.

"Everyone, meet my man, Edward!" Jessica jumped.

"Your man? Met him first! He's mine!" Eric yelled playfully. Eric flipped imaginary hair behind his shoulder and huffed, causing everyone to laugh.

"I'm Mike Newton. You can call me Mike... or Newton. They call me Mike and/or Newton. But you can call Mike... or Newton," Mike introduced himself. I smiled, introduced myself and nodded.

"I'm Tyler Crowley, don't worry I'm not like Mikey here," Tyler said pushing Mike's head away from Jessica, "Over there is Ben Cheney, and Angela Weber." They waved. I waved back.

Jessica sat me down next to her at a corner seat, where no one else could sit by me, and attempted to hold my hand. I politely moved my hand away. I laughed when they laughed. Some I laughed because I could. When a few people came into the cafeteria.

"Who're they?" I asked Jessica. Eric sat across from me and listened in on our conversation.

"They're the Cullens. They're weird. They all live together but they're all together. Like, together, together. They were all adopted by Dr. Carlisle and Esme Cullen," she looked back at them, "Okay, you see the tall blonde girl and the big guy? That's Rosalie Hale and Emmett Cullen. Then see them? The blonde is Rosalie's twin brother, Jasper Hale. He's with Alice Cullen," Jessica seemed disgusted with the last girl. She was about to complain about her when Eric cut in. He reached his arm lightning fast across the table and wrapped his arm around my neck, bringing me close.

"See that last girl there? She's hot isn't she? That's Isabella Cullen, call her Bella though. All the guys have tried and failed to ask the mystery girl out! But maybe you have what it takes to tame the great and powerful Bella!" Eric rolled off the table as if he was shot in the heart. I laughed at him before turning my attention back to the group of beautiful people sitting in the corner of the cafeteria. They were laughing at Bella as she laughed at herself as well. I don't know why Jessica doesn't like Bella. I definitely thought she was beautiful. She looked kind. But I certainly do not like Eric's description of her being hot. I never really liked that term.

I didn't bring a lunch or money so everyone just threw me small bits of food. Grapes, animal crackers, chips, strawberries from Jessica where she offered to feed me, and some bread. I wasn't that hungry anyway.

Mike took my schedule from me as I was taking it out.

"Hey! You have the same class as me! Wonderful!" Mike cheered in a Irish accent. I followed him to Biology class where he sat behind the beautiful girl Bella. She was the only one with an empty seat and she sat closest to the open window.

I gave Mr. Banner my slip without looking at her, whilst he signed my slip. He nodded his head towards Bella and I nodded a thanks. One for signing the slip, two for directing me to my seat, and three for not making me introduce myself.

When I sat down, Bella reacted as if she had smelled something horrible. She almost looked like her adopted brother, Jasper. In pain. But it wasn't too bad. She didn't flinch away from me. Though she didn't move a muscle. I glanced over at her angelic form. Her eyes were pitch black and she was rigid. She was gripping the left side of the table a bit too tightly. She flashed her eyes towards me and her nostrils flared a bit. I could barely pay attention in class with this beautiful creature sitting next to me, absolutely terrifyingly beautiful. She was angry, I could tell. Also distracting me from class. I knew the topic already, I had learned in my old school.

Finally, though it scared me so much I almost jumped, the bell rang and Bella zoomed out of here before the teacher could drop his marker.

"Damn, Masen. What did you do to make her so mad?" Mike said to me when he caught up to me. We both had P.E., too. I internally groaned.

I was pretty good at baseball. I wouldn't call myself good enough to try Major Leagues, but I was good enough to hit home run almost every hit in baseball. Back in Chicago, the other players didn't even try catching my swings, they knew it would be home run anyway. Thank goodness we were playing baseball this class!

The guys on my team patted my back as it was my turn to swing. To the Coach's surprise, it was dry enough to play outside. I positioned myself at the base and the pitcher almost laughed at my seriousness. He reached back to throw the ball.

SMACK!

I didn't wait to see the ball fly, I jogged to every base before it fell. The baseball landed far on the other side of the field where no one expected it to go. The girls inside the gymnasium cheered, apparently watching me. I was home, safe.

After P.E., Coach Clapp approached me. He asked me if I wanted to try out for baseball. Try outs were next Tuesday. I politely declined, I wanted to focus on my studies. If I could. My mind was too wrapped around Bella to even focus on the simplest of subjects, school related or not.

I tried to just ignore Newton as much as possible after school. I simply just walked to my car... with him inches away from me. It's not like he would ask for my opinion anyway, not that I would reply honestly about any of his thoughts. His thoughts were too wrapped around hitting on girls and their girly gossip. When I reached my beloved Volvo, Newton whistled. Though I could tell it wasn't for my car. He grabbed my shoulder and leaned in to my ear.

"The Cullens are watching you," Newton whispered, winking at Bella. I looked at the Cullens' signature red truck and I blushed a light pink. I pushed him away and slammed my car door shut. I sped out of the parking lot as fast as I could, almost hitting Newton on the way out.