A/N

Hi! So this is my first story. English isn't my first language, so please be patient. At the same time it would mean a lot to me if you expressed your honest opinion.

My name is not Stephanie, so of course Twilight doesn't belong to me. I just borrowed some of her characters to tell this story.

Enjoy?

Summary

Fourteen year-old Bella is shy and focused on academics. By the end of her freshman year of high school she is persuaded by her friend Rose to sign up for a sailing camp. Rose is two years older than her and almost complete opposite to Bella: blonde with hourglass figure and outgoing personality to petite brunette with deep chocolate brown eyes hidden behind glasses and bangs. When girls arrive at the meeting point Bella is quite surprised as waiting by the bus are three boys. Two of them she knows pretty well: Royce King, Roses long time fuck buddy and Jasper Hale, Roses twin brother and Bella's secret crush. The third one makes Bella stop in her tracks: tall with longish unruly hair in the most unusual mix of brown, red and blond colours. Even though his looks could suggest otherwise, handsome Edward (Jasper's and Rose's cousin from Chicago) is painfully shy and barely stutters his hello to Bella. It quickly becomes clear to Bella that her holidays might look different from what she expected.. What will happen this summer?

Chapter 1

First day of summer vacation. When I woke up this morning at 7, as usual it was pary of my usual routine, it took me a moment to realize that I didn't have to get up so early, finally. 'Well, I won't be able to sleep any longer' I decided. As it was surprisingly sunny (complete rarity for Forks), after a quick shower, I grabbed a banana and went to sit in our small yard. I was alone because Charlie, my workaholic dad, already left for the station where he acts as Chief of Police. It was only last year when I came to live with him in tiny and rainy town of Forks, place where I had been born and my father still lived, in a house build when my parents had been married. My first thirteen and half years I spent with my quirky mom Renée. We moved a lot. A when I say a lot I really mean it. Until I came to Washington, I was a resident of California, Alaska, Arizona, Nevada and Louisiana. Yep, five states. And twice as many cities. But then one day in New Orleans, fates interrupted our moving adventures when my mother met her future husband. Phil is only ten years older than me and a professional baseball player. At first glance, it may seem that he is too young for my mother, but the truth is, Renée never grew up, so they are actually perfectly suited. From the moment she stumbled into him, serving coffee in coffee shop where she's been a waitress, they knew that they were 'it' for each other. After two days they decided to get married. On the one hand, it came to me as a shock: my never-get-attached anti-marriage mother planning nuptials. On the other it was not the craziest thing she had done. If I was to describe her in one word, I would definitely say 'spontaneous'. I mean, once she decided we should move to Alaska, because of the TV show. Only she forgot her hatred for cold and two weeks later we moved to Nevada. Do I need to say more? Well... That's my mother. So yes, she and Phil got engaged two days after their stumbling encounter and two and a half week later they tied the knot in Vegas. I was their only bridesmaid (Renée guilt-tricked me into the most hideous bubble gum dress. I still have nightmares). Then came another surprise. As it turned out, Phil just signed contract to play in Jacksonville. So there was another move in my future. But after a week in the room next honeymooners I had enough. There is only so much moaning and banging one can take hearing, especially when it concerns your own parent. Of course I didn't use that argument when I told them about my decision to live with Charlie. Ew… As if I wanted to talk about sex with my over-sharing mother. No, I just said that maybe it's time for me to get to know my dad a little bit better. A week during summer, mostly spend in whatever quirky place Renée and I lived at the time, wasn't enough to get to know each other. So that's how I ended up in rainy Forks. Of course I didn't take into consideration that my father is a total workaholic, so I don't see him much more than I did when I lived in different state. Anyway, I started high school in probably one of the smallest schools ever. But how big school could be if the whole town consisted of less than 1 000 people.

That rainy (what a surprise !) morning of my first day as high schooler, it didn't take me too long to see that my wish to remain invisible and concentrate on studies would be quite easy to grant. No one took notice of mousy girl in glasses and braces. After receiving few As on my papers, I was accosted by my teachers iniquiring, why don't I participate more during classes. When I told them that I'm too shy and that I really don't want to stand out as a class geek they tried to encourage me to give up my shell. But I knew what I wanted, and that was to finish high school without exposing myself to taunts from my peers. I cared about my studies, but not enough to subject myself to cruel pranks of some of the fellow students. I have seen what they did to poor Ben Cheney. Unfortunate guy was a senior and president of the chess club. During my first week, I witnessed few guys from the football team cramming him into his locker and painting 'LOSER' in big, bold red letters on it's door. So I just stayed quiet and did my work.

I should have known my luck couldn't last forever. It was just after Christmas break. I've been walking down the corridor minding my own business, when during rounding the corner I violently crushed into someone. My bag ripped and all of my possessions spilled onto floor. Busy trying to get my stuff together I didn't even notice who was the person, that I barreled into. But then hand with perfectly manicured red nails grabbed my chemistry test with big A on it and I heard a gasp. I followed the movement of the hand and saw who it belonged to.

Oh shit!

Of course the person I crushed into had to be Rosalie Hale. Popular, pretty cheerleader, a junior, who can make my life hell if she wants to.

"I'm so, so sorry!" I cried out. "I wasn't looking where I was going… and… and…" I tried to catch my breath. But then heard something odd. Giggling. Rosalie giggled?! Not sneered, as popular girls usually do at non-popular people. No, she actually giggled like a little girl.

"Are you serious? I crashed into you, spilled your belongings and you are apologising to me?" she giggled again.

"I... I…." I stammered like an idiot that I apparently turned into.

"Honey, it's ok. No blood spilled." She smiled." My name is Rose. And yours?"

"B-Bella" I managed to get out "Bella Swan"

"Well, Bella, Bella Swan. It's nice to meet you. I couldn't help but notice this big fat A on your chem paper down there. Do you have Banner or Johnson?"

"B-Banner. Why… Why do you ask?"

"Well…" she paused" what grade are you in? I' be had problem with chemistry forever now and I'm only in Chem 101. Unfortunately my last tutor decided that I'm a lost cause. But I don't want to believe it. I can't believe it. I'm not stupid. I mean maybe I'm not the candidate for valedictorian but I want to go to college. And I know I can do it. So what grade are you in again?" she finished her rant. 'Wow, that girl certainly knows her worth'

"I'm freshman. But if you want… I mean chemistry is my favourite subject. I basically read all my text books for it up until senior class… I mean I'm only a freshman, but if you want I could try to.. help you?" I babbled nervously. It felt all kind of surreal. I mean, what the hell? Was I really talking to Rosalie Hale about tutoring her?

"Freshman?" she looked hesitant "Hm… We could try." She smiled her dazzling white smile and tossed her platinum hair over the shoulder.

"So. Library after school today? Oh, no! Wait! I have better idea! Why don't you come by my place today around six. My mum is doing this crazy quesadillas for dinner. You'll love it!" she said excitedly.

"S-Sure." I agreed. Because… what else was I supposed to say?

"Ok. See ya!" and she left.

What the hell just happened?!

I felt like I just stepped into the Twilight Zone. Did Rosalie Hale really invited me to her house? To help her with chemistry and to share her crazy quesadillas?

When I finally managed to get over the shock, I went to class. And then after school I got home and quickly finished my homework. Charlie wasn't there, as usual he was at the station. So I didn't even bothered to notify him about my dinner plans and started my truck to follow to Hales household. And I got there. This evening was the start of my unlikely friendship with Rose.

Friendship that led me to this moment. I just finished my first year of high school and if it weren't for Rose I would probably spend my summer reading and lounging around the house. But no. My best (or rather only) friend had different plans for us. She decided that it's an awesome idea to sign us up for the sailing camp.

"Come on Bella! Don't be a spoilsport! It's going to be great. Wind, sun… maybe some handsome sailors?"

My whines and begging went nowhere. My explanation that I'm coordinationally challenged and can tangle into ropes and die went nowhere. My insistence that there are no boys I'm interested in went nowhere. We were going.

So right now I'm all packed and waiting for Rose to arrive.

So? What do you think?