(Okay guys NEW STORY!!! For those of you just joining my "author time" as I call it, I am extremely hyper and so these A/N are a little…err eccentric? But my story lines are kind of badass. For those of you following my other stories, I'm NOT abandoning them, just starting something new. I'm writing longer updates so its taking me a while to get them all up. I put random songs before chapters. They have nothing to do with the chapter unless I say so.

Warning: 1) Some things go unanswered for a while but it will later be explained. 2) These characters are definitely OCC. I don't like Bella being all sugar and roses so she's kind of a badass. 3) Reviews make me smile. And type faster! :)

ONWARD!!!!)

Have you heard the news that you're dead?

No one ever had much nice to sayI think they never liked you anywayOh take me from the hospital bedWouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you wouldn't it be great If we were dead? Oh dead.

-My Chemical Romance (Dead)

My eyes were trained on the car door as we maneuvered through Forks. I could feel tears burning my eyes, just beginning to pour down my cheeks, but I held them back stubbornly. I hadn't cried once, since my mom, Renee, told me leaving Phoenix seven months ago, since my dad left almost a year ago, and not since we found out about… a year and a half ago.

Yeah, I had a lot of reasons to cry, but I was too damn stubborn.

I hated this. This stupid town, the fact that we'd be living in Charlie's house, and the fucking reason for the move in the first place. It sucked. Royally.

"Bella? Honey, we're here." My mom's voice pulled me from whatever musing dimension my head had slumped into.

I watched as she got out of the car, a small smile/smirk on her face as she took in the house.

His house. Charlie's house.

No our house now. Damn Swan, get it together and get your ass out of the car. You're mother probably thinks you're insane, just sitting here.

I got out of the car and took in the small house. It looked the same as it always did. Same faded white color, same green chairs on the same old wooden porch. I laughed quietly to myself as I realized Charlie didn't change a damn thing in 17 years.

My mom was off to the side, staring up at the house. Huh, I thought she had already gone in.

But her face was puzzled, cocked to one side as she stared at the door.

My mom was awesome. She had long sandy blonde hair and killer hazel eyes. Even at 39, she still had the body of someone in her mid-twenties. I was not ashamed to admit that I quite honestly had a hot mom.

I just wish I had taken some of her genes instead of Charlie's.

I was…average.

My hair was a deep brown that landed to my waist and was annoyingly wavy. My skin was freaking pale as all get out but kinda pearly at the same time. My eyes were crap brown but surrounded by dark long eyelashes. I had always been slender, yet never sexily curvy.

Oh well. I was always a why-do-I-care-what-you-think? girl. Whoever didn't like could simply deal.

I smirked at the sarcasm in my own mind as I made my way up the porch stairs and into the dim house. I didn't pause to look around; I knew I wouldn't find anything different.

My room was the last door up the stairs. Mom was staying in her and Charlie's room. That whole "mom and dad's room" thing always gave me the creeps. Sharing rooms meant sex. I mean, hello. I'm 17 and definitely not prude but parent sex…ugh. Nasty.

I started unpacking all of my stuff. Or well kinda unpacking. It made it's way into drawers but I knew that those would be some freaking wrinkled clothes in the morning.

I stood by the dresser, considering wondering whether or not I should hang some of those up for school tomorrow, but decided against it. I was gonna have to iron it myself anyway.

I flopped down on my bed, my legs dangling off the side, and stared up at the ceiling. Forks High. Home of the fighting Spartans. What the hell were they smoking when they came up with Spartans as the mascot? Can we come up with something a little better?

No. Probably not.

I spent the remainder of the evening unpacking and telling Renee where she had packed stuff. The woman had a memory worse than a gold fish, but never let me help her pack.

My mother can be a little….flighty.

When the items of my life were sorted out or at the very least stuffed somewhere, I glanced at my phone to see the time.

9:53.

Perfect. Now this was an exceptional time to try and sleep away the time before school.

I had always hated school, but I figured hey, might as well get it over with.

I fell asleep that night quickly with no clue as to what tomorrow would bring.

And I never would have been able to guess.

* * *

I woke in the morning with My Chemical Romance's Dead blaring from my phone.

"God Gerard, shut up!" I grumbled as I searched around for it on the floor.

I picked it up and hit END, shutting off the alarm I had set last night.

I sat up and sighed, just staring at nothing for a few minutes.

School. I hated the word and meaning with a passion. I hated pasting smiles on my face to act like everything was a-okay as everyone wanted it to be. And the kids. You had your preps, your nerds, skaters, emotional ones, your martyrs, bitches, jerks, jocks, and the few normal people that I would consider befriending except for the fact that they always wanted to know more about me than I was willing to share.

With a grunt of distaste, I rolled out of my toasty bed and into the chilly drafts of cool air on my bare legs.

Stupid shorts.

I stumbled over discarded bags and boxes into the bathroom where I proceeded to take a shower. The hot water was soothing on my tense muscles and I stood there until my body was red from heat.

I stepped out and wrapped myself in my blue robe. I was blow-drying my hair as the sun began to peak out over the horizon. I always got up extremely early, a habit I didn't know the reason for, but wouldn't break.

When my hair was partially straight and dry as a bone, I pinned half of it up and allowed a few strands to hang along my temples and the rest to trail down my back in silky waves. I put on my makeup, black eyeliner and mascara and a light shade of brown eye shadow to make my brown eyes pop a little more. I didn't put foundation on. Didn't need it.

I walked to my dresser and flung open the drawers. That's when I was faced with a dilemma. I started pulling out random clothes, looking for a badass first-day outfit.

I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I'm rich. So my mother, being the shopaholic she is, gets me all kinds of stuff.

I finally settled on a faded purple button down, mid sleeved shirt that clung to my waist and hips, emphasizing my curves. I pulled on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and my leather pointed toes black boots. After stuffing all of my stuff into my over-sized purse, I headed down stairs. (A/N outfit on my profile)

Renee had already left, wishing me good morning with a note on the fridge that read:

Gone job hunting.

Have a good first day and try to make the best of it.

I'll see you when I get home. Love you.

Mom

I rolled my eyes at the note. My mom was loaded from her parents inheritance but she always had a job. "To keep me interested" mom would say "and so I'm not bored all the time."

I pulled a poptart from the box and sat at the table, staring at the clock as the minute hand stretched to the time to go.

When that time came, I walked outside to my car. It had been shipped overnight. It was new, a way of my mom warming me up to Forks. Yeah right. I got to pick it but I had to wait until today to drive it.

It was a silver Mercedes and was totally swoon-worthy. The interior was black and comfortable enough to sleep in, if I were ever inclined to do so.

I climbed in and started the engine, a small smile creeping onto my face when it came to life with a purr. I backed away slowly, and drove the fifteen minutes to the high school with A Day To Remember's "Downfall of Us All" blaring out of my rolled down windows.

The stares at the school were priceless. The parking lot was filled with old cars and the sight of a brand new Mercedes was like a dog seeing a steak after a month of stale kibble. Everyone stared open mouthed at me as I pulled into a spot and got out of the car. I ignored the glares from envious girls, the appraising eyes of guys as they summed me up, and the whispers of new gossip as I made my way to the office.

I won't bore you with the details of my conversation with the office lady. She was old and too perky fro this early in the morning. I got my schedule and looked it over. The bell had already rung when I was in the office but Mrs. Cope said I wouldn't be counted tardy.

First period biology. Why did the world hate me? Junior classes were going to majorly suck, I could already tell.

I was so engrossed in complaining in my head that I didn't hear the pounding footsteps coming down the hall I was about to cross until whoever was making them slammed into me.

"SHIT!" was all I heard before my bag and schedule went flying, my body following after them. My head was about to hit the ground when I felt an arm wrap around my waist and hoisted me back up.

I spun around, ready to smack whoever had run into me. When I turned around though, my yell died in my throat died in my throat.

The guy was on his knees, scrambling to pick up my stuff while mumbling "shit, shit, shit" under his breath. All I could see was he was wearing a tight blue long-sleeved shirt and jeans, a pair of converse sticking out from under them. His hair was shaggy and had the weirdest hint of bronze in it.

"Um…you okay there?" I asked as his mantra of "shit" kept up. He raised his head slowly, running his eyes from my boots to face slowly. I almost gasped at his face. He was a creamy whit color and had piercing emerald eyes set under the type of long, dark lashes that guys didn't care about and girls would kill for. His jaw and cheekbones were sharp, and his lips were a sight to be reckoned with.

He was gorgeous.

"I'm late," he said in a deep voice that would be familiar anywhere after hearing it once. He stood up and hastily handed me my books. I noticed our significant height difference. I was about 5'3" and only came up to his chest in my boots. He had to be about 6'2".

"Sorry for running into you, I was in a hurry," he said pivoting from foot to foot.

"Um, do you need to go then?" I asked, wondering why he was still standing here when he was obviously needing to get to class.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay first. For being so tiny, it wouldn't take much to hurt you. You good?"

I blinked. He was worried he'd hurt me? Huh. Most people would have just plowed right through and not stopped to be sure whoever they hit was okay. But he had.

I cocked a hip and tilted my head to one side as I stared at him. It was a pose I took up when I was thinking something over.

"Yeah," I finally said, "I'm good."

He sighed in relief before thrusting a hand out. "I'm Edward. Cullen."

"Bella Swan." I put my hand in his large one, ready to shake, when he suddenly pulled my hand up to his lips.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Bella, and it's nice to meet you." His eyes were sincerely apologetic and the gesture of kissing my hand seemed not like a corny pick-up maneuver, but as if it was normal for him.

When his lips touched my knuckles, an electric pulse ran up my spine and made me shiver.

What the hell is going on?

(SO! Whadda ya think?? Love it? Hate it? There will be a lot of stuff happen in this story and it will all be badass, whether it's good stuff, surprising stuff, or some down right creepy shit. In case you were wondering, "Gerard" she refers to is the lead singer for My Chemical Romance. Tell me what you think of the story! Should I keep going? Let me know!)