I am so sorry that I had to quit Ashford Academy, but I just couldn't come up with anything and this story had been nagging me in the back of my head for some time now, so I thought I'd give it a try. I hope you guys like it and in the meantime I'll try and put some work into AA. Thanks!

Preface

I slid my car into the narrow parking space with ease, giving myself a good distance away from the red beat up truck beside me. I wonder if the interior still smelled like strawberry freesia and lemons.

I scooped up my bag from the passenger seat, slowly sliding the CD into a small pouch gently, not wanting to wreck it. I climbed out of the Volvo, slamming the door behind me. I saw Alice from across the parking lot flinch at my obvious frustration; a pitiful look on her face.

I curiously raised an eyebrow and she turned her head towards the front of the school, where a lot of laughter and talking was coming from.

Surrounded by a large group of people was the one and only Bella Swan. She was wearing a tight blue tank top that revealed more skin on her arm and belly than I preferred. Her shorts were cut off before the pockets ended, showing lots of pale smooth skin, her feet were covered by large black pumps and her hair flowed down her back in a flat style to fake to be real.

Standing next to her was Mike Newton, eyeing her legs a little too noticeably, and gulping air as his erection became noticeable.

Bella laughed at his embarrassment, not the same old laugh that sounded like bells and wind, but the fake laugh that sounded like wooden splinters and a child's scream.

She grabbed his hand gently, pulling it towards her and placing it on her thigh, slowly helping him move higher and higher until he had reached the hem of her shorts. He gulped again; sweat trickling down his back and small beads or perspiration on his forehead.

I tensed in cold anger and clenched my fists together until they were numb and white.. I glanced over at Alice who looked as if she were going to burst into tears at any moment. Jasper looked oddly calm, yet there was worry deep in his eyes. More so because of Alice 's discomfort and less because of Bella's promiscuous ways. Rosalie looked disgusted, shriveling her nose up like she smelled something bad and a scowl on her face. Emmett looked angry; his teeth clenched and ready to beat Mike Newton in an instant. She was like a little sister to him.

My eyes drifted back towards Bella, who now slapped Mike's hand away and laughed sourly at his horrified expression, joking with Lauren beside her.

Since when did Bella become this girl? I can still remember when she was the quiet and shy nerd who wore loose fitted band t-shirts and ripped jeans and fell every time she came near a heel. I remember the girl who blushed at the word 'sex' and the one who was proud to be an outcast, not yearning to be ms. Popular. What changed her?

I did. We did. This school did. This was my fault, the girl before me pretending to be Bella was my fault, and it was my job to change it back to normal.

I stomped towards them, the small pouch heavy in my hands. I pushed through the crowd of people until I was face to face with Bella.

Her eyes were covered in blue gunk and her lashes were unnaturally long and black. She had overdone it with the blush and the red lipstick was a little too bright and red for her complexion. She looked like an asinine Barbie doll.

She raised her eyebrow flirtatiously at me, smiling a not so genuine smile.

"May I help you Edward?" she tried it ask seductively, but I saw behind the husky and rough voice and into the inner soft and quiet girl dying to be released.

I leaned in close to her, until my mouth was near who ear. I saw the hair on the back of her neck go up and goosebumps trail down her back. I smiled; glad I still had the same effect on her.

"I remember who you are," I whispered softly into her ear, shoving the pouch into her hands.

I saw her quickly open the pouch until it revealed a small silver object. She pulled it out, exposing a circular CD, labeled 'Bella's songs'.

I walked away quietly and calmly, not looking back as she gasped behind me. I caught her whisper something under her breath, something that vaguely and faintly sounded like my name.

I turned into a hallway, sneaking a shy glance at the girl I had left standing oblivious behind me. She looked completely flustered now, her eyes searching for me anywhere. Her eyes were bright with tears that she blinked back, her face drained of all color. She stood, unmoving an unsure of what to do.

I walked slowly through the hallway, my hands jammed in my pockets. I'd done all I could do, now it was up to her to finish.