Chapter one: Miss Perfect

BPOV

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

Silence…

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEEP!

Stupid alarm clock..

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-silence..

I winced as my fist connected with my pink digital alarm clock that was resting on my bedside table, I am NOT a morning person. I groaned again as the sunlight pierced my eyes through my drawn curtains, rolled over and set one pink manicured toe softly on the cool stone floor of my room.

I really should get up.. I'm going to be late..

With one more sigh I heaved myself off of my super comfy bed and stepped over to the gilt mirror that covered my entire east wall.

I smirked and fluffed up my gorgeous hair, struck a few poses in the mirror and blew myself a perfect little kiss with my perfect little lips. Of course everything about me is totally perfect, you can ask any male in the tiny town of Forks, Washington. I winked and giggled at myself and strutted over to my bathroom to brush my teeth, even my morning breath probably smelled amazing.

I walked over to my soft white oak dresser and started throwing out my designer clothes onto the floor.

Mmmm.. I need sexy, yet not slutty… I mused to myself, and then chuckled because I don't care if anyone finds me slutty! Everybody will be drooling either way.

I finally settled on a mini dress that was a gift from Mr. Alexander McQueen himself! That's right bitches, I'm THAT cool.

It clung to my thin figure nicely, accentuating my flat stomach and pushing up my cleavage with the gold corset top, making my hips look super curvy with a ruffle that came out at my waist, and finally ended mid thigh with a skin tight mini skirt that looked like it was painted on by Michaelangelo himself.

I ended my look with orange feather earrings and pulled my hair into a fashionable sloppy bun.

After appraising my looks in the mirror for a few more seconds, I pulled on my fuck me red Louis Vuitton pumps with a six inch stiletto heel, picked up my kitty pink school bag and headed out into the mist to my Magenta pink Lamborghini Aventador.

Needless to say, I like me my pink.

The drive to my high school, and I do mean MY high school, took me less that ten minutes in my amazing car, that everyone seemed to naturally make way for.

My car got me some ogling stares, but pff I could get that without my car.

I saw Rose and Alice waiting for me by my parking spot, right next the entrance, looking quite nice.

Rose had her long blonde hair curled so they cascaded down to her mid back, wearing the shortest leather short shorts I had ever seen, and a pair of eight inch stiletto ankle booties. Her face broke into a ear splitting smile as she poked Alice in the ribs to alert her to my presence. Like she needed alerting! I could feel every pair of eyes in the vicinity on me, where they belonged.

After parking I slid my door upward, grabbed my white Samsung S5 and slid out of my car, making sure to flash my long legs and incredibly short skirt to some guy who I think was named Mike, I don't really care. I winked at him as he stood speechless behind my car. I smirked and switched my attention to my friends.

Only now did I really notice Alice, whose black hair was standing up in spikes in every direction like a pixie, she was wearing a mid thigh skin tight dress that showed off her thin and fragile physique. She also accessorized her outfit with heeled wedges and we grinned at each other, acknowledging that we matched.

"Hi Bella!" Rosalie squealed and hugged me against her tight. "Hey Rosey, how was Em's?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows up and down. Emmett is Rose's newest boyfriend, they normally don't last long but then again Rose isn't one for commitment, it doesn't take long to get her between your cheapest sheets.

"Hmm.. Incredible! You'll never believe what that boy can do with his hands!" She said winking.

Any boy could tell you that she puts out on the first date.

Alice also came forward to hug me softly, she started speaking but I totally tuned her out when I saw a utterly breath taking guy park his silver Volvo c 30 a few stops from my car.

He got out, shut his door, and walked around to the front of his car, and when he passed my car I swear to God I almost fainted. Not that I ever showed any outward signs of distress, Bella Swan does NOT sweat for any boy, no matter how hot.

He entered the school looking irresistible in tight dark wash jeans that were torn around his knees, black sneakers and a sweater that clung to every perfect muscle in his upper body. His arms! My gosh, never had I seen arms like that apart from a Adonis sculpture! And I won't even start on that perfect face, with his jaw that seems chizzled from stone in a gorgeous angle which makes me want to lick his jawline (not weird).

And last but definitely not least, that hair! That bronze disarray of 'I just got up and still look this damn good' sex hair! I swear this boy makes me weak to the knees.

"Earth to Bella?, Rose do you think she's alright?" Alice asked waving her tiny hand in front of my face.

"Wha- oh yeah, I'm totally.. um.. fine.. yeah, I'll see you guys later."

I started off towards the school entrance. My goal- BATHROOM.

After splashing my face with ice cold water and reapplying my makeup, so that I was once again flawless, I was quite certain I had regained my cool.

I am Bella Swan dammit! I can snap my fingers and have five guys on each arm, this one will be no different.

So after smirking and again blowing a kiss at myself, I headed off to class, hoping I would meet this Sex God in one of my classes.

I walked into my first hour Biology class and smirked, I was not disappointed. There sitting on the only open seat in the entire class, was Mr Adonis himself.

I usually sat alone because I wanted to, and I always got what I want, and frankly, had this boy been anyone else he would've been off that seat faster than you could say blood type.

I hanged my coat up on the coat stand, pushed my breasts together to create the irresistible cleavage that all men drooled over, and shortened my skirt a little before heading over to take my seat.

"Class, I need your attention for a second please, today we have a new student , if you could please introduce yourself?" Mr Varner asked, gesturing to the boy next to me.

"uhm, sure, Morning everyone, my name is Edward Cullen, I transferred from Italy, and well it's nice to meet you" He finished sheepishly. Gosh this boy is adorable!

Hmmm… Edward.. His name is just as delicious as the rest of him.

Mr. Varner prattled on about who cares what for half of the class, giving me no break to introduce myself, but finally I just ignored the boring teachers presence and leaned over so my body – mostly my breasts – were pressed against Edward, and breathed in my most seductive and I pray to God sexy voice "Hmm.. Good morning Mr. Cullen, I'm Bella.." I looked up from under my eyelashes at him.

"Uh, Hi Bella" He said with a frown on his face, "Do you need help with your biology or something?" He looked really confused.

"No silly!" I said playfully smacking his arm, "I just wanted to introduce myself to the cute boy next to me, that's not a crime is it?" I asked winking at him.

He only seemed to grow more suspicious as he answered "Look I really don't know who put you up to talking with me, but I think you should pay attention to your work." He said before moving his chair from me and looking down at his notes. YES he had been taking notes. Like a nerd.

Your totally out of his league anyway I thought to console myself.

Buy I couldn't get over the fact that I, Bella Swan, God's gift to man, had been rejected by new kid Edward Cullen. I mean seriously, who would reject me? Hell even I would do me if that was possible.

The bell rang then and Edward got up as soon as it rang and stormed out of class.

What the hell is his deal?

I gathered my utensils as well as my thoughts, and excited the classroom, my cool once again intact.

I brushed past that Mike guy and whispered into his ear "Mmm you look hot today.." Just to check that my effect on man was indeed still there.

"Uh, um –gulp- th..thanks Bella" Mike stammered back, I could basically hear his heart race in his chest, and left smirking off to my second hour Spanish class, totally satisfied that my effect on men was, indeed, still intact.