"Good morning, Bells. How are you feeling?" Charlie asked while sitting at the table, reading the daily newspaper. He sat it down on the table top and looked at me, eyeing my sprain wrist, which was in a brace.

"Good," I lied through my teeth, but Charlie didn't notice. I have gotten better at lying, way better. Last night, I 'fell' at Jake's house. The real reason was because I didn't do his homework right and he thought I needed to be taught something.

*Flash Back*

I was sitting on his couch, just finishing up with his Geometry, something I took two years ago, in tenth grade. I remember smiling; thanking God I actually still remembered this stuff. I was just writing his name on the top and I felt someone looking at me from behind.

"You done with that?" He asked from behind the couch.

I nodded my head then turned around, looking at him, "Yes I did." I held the paper up and he snatched it from my hands. I turned around and stared at him to gaudge his reaction of my good work, once again.

"What is this!" He suddenly spat at me and I flinched. He shoved the paper in my face and I grabbed at it, not wanting to make him madder, and looked at it. I didn't ask what I did wrong, just waited for him to tell me, "You wrote my name wrong!" He ripped the paper from my hands and threw it on the ground, "Who the hell is Jake!"

I stammered my answer, "I-I I call you Jake, I thought it was okay." The tears pooled in my eyes.

He raised his hand; bring it down hard on my cheek and it instantly stung, "In school I am Jacob. Not Jake! Get it right."

He yanked at my arm and I cried out as pain ran to my shoulder. As soon as I closed in on him he shoved me backwards and I tumbled over the coffee table, landing on my head.

I scrambled to my feet, not wanting to be kicked. He walked around the table and pushed me again. I fell once again, and this time on my wrist. It bent backwards and I sucked in a breath, bring it to my stomach. I didn't even bother getting up off the floor, but Jake didn't advance towards me. He stood where he was.

"Get out of my house." He said in a stern voice and I obeyed. I grabbed my bag off the couch and ran to the door and hopped in my car. I had grabbed my phone and called Charlie's number.

He answered in a worried tone, "Bella, are you okay?"

"Yeah, Charlie," My voice cracked and I hurried on, "I fell at Jake's," the lie came easy; "he's taking me to the hospital. I fell again." I laughed nervously.

"Oh, can I talk to him?" He said in a parental voice.

Another lie came to me, "He's driving, dad."

"Okay. Well, be careful."

"I will. Love you."

"You too, kid." He said and the phone disconnected.

*End of Flash Back*

That was my so called lesson.

"Do you want any coffee?" He asked; bring me out of my memory. He stood up, walking to go start the coffee maker which sat on the counter across the small kitchen. Okay, so he saw through my lie a little, but he didn't catch on to much to ask what actually happened.

"No, Dad, I'm just gonna go to school," I said grabbing my backpack off the table.

"Oh, okay. Hey, Jake called; he said he was sorry for everything." Charlie reported. I sighed. This was the story of my life: get up, school, Jake's, home. You'd think I'd be happy, right? Well, not completely.

"Okay, I'll be back late. I'm going to Jake's to study." I told him. I pulled up in the school parking lot, which, by this time, was all ready full. As I walked into my first class, I noticed a boy sitting in the chair next to mine. Hesitantly, I walked over and sat down next to the mystery boy.

"Hi, I'm Edward. I just moved here from Alaska." He said dazzling me with his green eyes.

"Um, I'm Bella," I said quietly as I hid behind my hair and blushing.

"Hey, what's your schedule?" He asked trying to keep the conversation alive.

"Math, History, P.E., Lunch, Health, English, and Biology," I recited, glad I studied my schedule before I came into school.

"I have Math, Health, English, Lunch, P.E., History, and Biology. I know this is a little backwards, but can I save you a seat at lunch?" He asked quietly. I looked over at him, shocked. He was looking down, drawing imaginary circles onto his binder, while blushing.

"Sure, I would love too." Now it was my turn to blush. Then Mr. Moreno came in and shushed the class. He was teaching on Pythagorean Theorem, but I couldn't focus, all I was thinking about was Edward. No, wait, this isn't right. I'm with Jake. I shouldn't be leading him on, but it doesn't mean I can't be his friend. Yeah, Jake won't mind. The bell rang ending class.

"Hey, Edward, you should leave now if you wanna make it on time," I suggested.

"Yes, ma'am," he joked, pretending to salute. Then he was off.