The first real chapter of Camp of Endings is coming up, but I got some more inspiration for this one (*coughthecuteguymentionedcough*).

Bella is the new girl in Forks, and this is the day Edward comes back after going to the Denali in the first book, this is how I would have made the book more interesting (crushing on him or not) (though, if I DID write Twilight, why on earth would I be writing fan-fiction instead of another book to accompany the series?). And the story just goes on from there. Oh! And in my story, she goes to Charlie's every summer, but just hangs out with Jake on the reservation (which will be tied in to my story later this chapter).

Bella POV

I pretty much have given up looking through the school every day for Him. Yes, I can't even say his name.

In the lunch-room

I looked up to his family's table out of habit; he wasn't there, and they looked really pissed – well, the pixie-like one looked excited, and the big bulky one looked distant, but other than that, they were all mad.

I walked up through the lunch-line with Jessica as always, and she got an insanely jealous look on her face, then she got a smirk; I was confused.

"Edward Cullen is starring at you – again!" she said, looking proud of me, as though it was her who got him to come back to school and stare at me.

I looked up; he motioned for me to go to him. I was a little taken a-back, not to mention a little dazed, so I let my better judgment alone and walked over to him, he smirked at that.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" he asked; I sat down, it was a reflex.

I took a deep breath, cleared my head, and tore away from his piercing gaze.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep the anger, hurt and confusion out of my voice, but I think he somehow knew it was there.

"I wanted to apologize to you; I apologize for my actions this past week, and I am sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." He said, smiling.

"And by what, of course, do you mean by 'the wrong impression'?" I asked, holding back a smile; I won!

"That I hated you, or something along those lines." He said, I dropped my lemonade and he gave it back to me, his skin accidently brushed mine and it is freezing!

I blushed and his eyes turned black, his phone rang.

"I'm sorry, I need to go. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, smiling.

"What, you're not going to biology?" I asked, standing up.

"It's healthy to ditch every once in a while." He said, smiling a huge smile.

"Uh-huh…" I said, dis-believing; I think he knew something was going on in my mind because his smile disappeared. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." I said, and started to leave.

A hand was on my shoulder, halfway to my usual lunch table.

"I need to talk to you, would it be alright if I waited for you after school today?" he asked, completely serious; I smirked and did a mental happy dance: "This means my theory is right! And he knows it!" I shouted in my head.

I was grinning a triumphant grin and his face looked grim; I nodded for an answer.

His siblings were staring, well, more like glaring, at him, while his pixie-like sister was beaming, and the big bulky one still looked distant.

As we walked away from each other, the cafeteria fell silent.

"God, your life is more confusing than mine…" I muttered, fully aware he could hear me.

I walked into the biology room early and started to doodle on my note-book again. Before I knew it, I had a picture of a heart and Edward Cullen's initials in it. My eyes widened and I immediately tried to think of anything or anyone else with the initials or abbreviations E.A.M.C.(yes, she knows his initials); I couldn't find any, so I quickly shut it just in time for Mike to sit on my desk and start again in boring gloating about him-self.

My mind wondered aimlessly, and every which direction it went, it ended up at Edward Cullen. Trust me, I re-thought aimlessly about 10 times before I gave in and started day-dreaming about him.

"So, will you?" Mike asked me, hopefully.

"Mmmm… Will I what?" I asked, coming out of my Edward-day-dream.

"Go out, with me. Tonight." He said, radiating with confidence.

"Why did he have to go and do this?" I asked myself in side my head.

"Mike, why?" I asked, hoping for a good answer, and not the one that was most likely.

"Because, you're a hot young girl, and I'm, well, I'm me." He stated, as though it was obvious and he said it completely full of confidence. I rolled my eyes.

"No! Not that! Why did you have to go and ruin a perfectly good friend ship by asking me out for the billionth time?! You are the second guy friend to do that to me, and I have to say; it's getting really freaking annoying!!!" I asked him/shouted at him, getting really annoyed at him for interrupting my Edward-themed day-dream. Oh yeah! And for asking me out. That too.

Just then Mr. Banner walked in and explained we were doing blood typing today.

Did I mention I faint at the smell of blood? Yeah, well, I do.