PROLOUGE

"You're making a mistake, but everyone makes mistakes. Let's hope you learn from yours." Those were the last words I ever heard from my sister. I didn't know what she meant, and I never got a chance to ask. All because of that day and my big mouth….

BELLA'S POINT OF VIEW

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ugh. I seriously hate alarm clocks. They are just here to make us miserable. So I should introduce myself. I hate doing this. But hi I'm Bella Swan. Yea like the bird, except I ain't graceful. Ever. I live in Denton, TX with my parents. Well my alarm woke me up for school. Eh I don't want to go. Maybe I'll skip. It won't be the first, first day I skipped.

HONK! HONK! HONK!

Ahhh. Jasper. My best friend. Imma kill him. I ain't even ready yet. Bull shit. Just then my phone rang out "Rodeo"

"What do you want?" I asked not even needing to read the caller id to know it was Jasper.

"Well, darlin, if you would get your pretty little ass out here on time then I wouldn't have to call you, now would I?" he said. Man I love that southern drawl.

"Well, Jazz, if I wanted to be down there on time I would. Give me twenty."

"Okay. But if you ain't out here by then I'm coming in there even if you are naked." He replied. If only he would but I know he won't. He's too nice for that…Least I hope. I hung up and ran to the shower and taking a quick one at that. When I got out, I put on some jean short shorts and a white tank top. Then, I straightened my long brown hair and put my make up and cowboy boots. Jasper came barging in when I was putting them on in one awkward way. He looked at me and busted out laughing. I wonder what he is laughing at. I ran to the mirror and I had an eyeliner mark all the way down my face. AHHHH! How did that happen?

"Quit laughing at me!" I hollered.

"Ahhh. Your face was sooooooo funny!" he said in between breathes.

"Gee thanks. Nice to know how much I'm loved." I finished getting ready like brushing teeth, grabbing money, and my bag. He is still standing ther-oh wait now he's on the floor…still laughing…and still laughing…

"JASPER WHITLOCK QUIT LAUGHING AT ME!" he shut up immediately knowing that I don't yell often. "Now I'm ready if you are." He got up and motioned for me to follow him. We walked to his motorcycle when I just had to beg if we could take my car. It's a beauty. It's an old VW van white with flowers on it.

"NO!" he literally yelled.

"But whyyy?" I whined. I love my car.

"The only way we take your car is if it's the '67 mustang." He said. I agreed because that's my other baby. So I'm not going to argue if I get to drive. "I'm driving." He said like he knew was I was going to say.

"Hell no. You ain't. That's my baby! You won't go near that wheel. Ever."

"Fine, but I get the radio." He reasoned. I, personally, couldn't care, but I usually would. I mean I'm a freak over music, but me and Jasper listen to the same music, so it's basically me working the radio.

After that, we were on our way to Denton High School where we spent our last three years at. Yea that's right we seniors and can't wait to leave. Or at least leave the city just not Texas, never Texas. We finally got there after like three min. cause of my ahhhmayzingg driving.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I heard from the entrance of the school gate. I looked over and saw some kid there on a motorcycle looking quite pissed if I don't say so myself.