Private Confessions: Bella Swan is part of the new junior class of Forks High: a public school that is tops in education, but has a not so good reputation. Bella has been raised all her life in a protected private school. Her first day at Forks High is a bit of a culture shock, especially after meeting some new friends and Edward Cullen, the school's resident player. But when E.C. takes a special interest in the inexperienced Bella, what will happen? Rated M. A bit OOC in the beginning for Eddiekins. Canon couples.

Chapter One: My First Day at Forks High

BPOV

I woke up this Monday morning feeling a sense of dread. It took me a minute to realize that the dread was coming from my fear of my first day in a public high school. I am a junior and I wasn't sure what would happen.

My name is Isabella Swan (I prefer Bella), and up until recently, I had attended Saint Meyer's Academy for Girls. The school grounds were immaculately kept and all of it's students were always perfectly pressed into the standard navy blue and white colored uniforms. Now enter Forks High. Not that it wasn't tops in education, but their disiplinary system left much to be desired.

I guess I could be pretty, but at Saint M's (nickname), there were more gorgeous rich girls than plain janes. I guess it was like one of those 'Gossip Girl' novels. There were more 'Serenas' and 'Blairs' there than regular people. All the girls there were ridiculously rich and their beauty showed it. You could tell they came from money. The only other 'plain jane' at Saint M's was Angela Weber. She is my very best friend and she is also going to tough out this journey with me.

I have a heart shaped face with boring brown eyes, framed by equally dull brown hair that curls at the ends where it falls to the middle of my back. I don't even really need make-up because my skin is at least very clear, but it is very pale. I am not fat, but I am not muscular, kind of soft in certain areas. Angela is similar to me, but her hair is a lighter shade and only goes to her shoulders and her eyes are a really nice brown with specks of hazel and green.

Angela and I are lucky to have each other. If it wasn't for her coming with me to Forks High, I would have ran to my Grandma's house in Alaska a long time ago. That is just how scared I am. Our parents are very close, and so when my parents decided to send me to public school, the Webers agreed and sent Angela with me. They decided that we would get more life experience in a public school setting, and we would get more preparation for college life.

I didn't know what the dress code was, so after taking my shower and washing my hair with my strawberries and freesia shampoo, I decided on a pair of black skinny jeans, some blue high top converse, and a thin blue and gray striped sweater. I prepared my black Jansport bag with my new school supplies, brushed my hair into a high ponytail, and went downstairs.

My mom, Renee, and my dad were already downstairs. Mom made chocolate chip pancakes, my favorite.

"So are you ready sweetie?" Mom asked.

"I guess. I am really glad Angela is coming with me. I couldn't do it alone." I said. Mom knew how close we were.

After inhaling his food in a matter of seconds, my police chief father, Charlie, grunted.

"I guess I'll take you and Angela to school now. Bye honey." He gave Renee a kiss on the cheek and ruffled my hair as we made our way down the driveway.

We got into the police cruiser and made our way to Angela's house. Her house is similar to mine with it's white exterior and the windows have a beautiful forest green trim. The only difference between our houses are the insides. While my house is sort of grandmother- antiquey, her house is very modern. Dad honked his horn and in a matter of minutes, Angela appeared.

We seemed to have the same idea about the dress code at Forks High, because she came out in a rosy pink and cream white striped polo shirt, her favorite heather gray short blazer, light blue jeans, and pink converse. It was obvious we did our school shopping together. She put her blue Jansport in the trunk and sat with me in the back.

"Hey, are you ready?" She sounded very excited and her normally gentle eyes were wide with anticipation.

"I guess so, I hope we have classes together." Angela nodded in agreement.

In no time at all we managed to get to the school. Charlie got out of the car and took out our bookbags. He gave us both hugs and looked at us.

"Now, Bells and Ang, I want you to know that if anyone tries to put the moves on my two gorgeous daughters, call me and I'll lock them up." Charlie ended by curling his fingers into an awkward fist, with a huge smile playing on his lips.

We all burst out laughing at his joke. Our families were so close, that we were often refered to as sisters, and daughters to our parents. When we stopped laughing, he gave us both hugs and sent us on our way. As we walked to the courtyard, I realized that we didn't know where the main office was. There was no one in the courtyard except for a group sitting at a table. Even from far away I could tell they were popular and rich, just by the way they carried themselves.

Angela and I glanced at each other. I nodded and we began to walk over to them. As we approached the group I noticed how, well, beautiful they were. There was a gorgeous blonde that looked like she belonged on a Victoria's Secret runway, like the one Charlie and Angela's dad Robert watched when our mothers were out. I swear, she had naturally blonde hair to the middle of her back, electric blue eyes and a figure that stars spent millions to train for. She was in the middle of kissing a large man. Well, large doesn't begin to describe him. He was huge and menacing, he looked like he could crush both me and Angela with his pinkie finger. There was another couple sitting next to them. The girl was very short, thin in the extreme, with spiky black hair, and the greenest eyes I had ever seen. She was making googly eyes at a tall blonde guy, similar to the blonde girl. It was like the blondes were siblings or something. He also had electric blue eyes. Then, right in the middle, sat a tall lanky guy with black hair past his ears, hazel eyes and skater boy clothes. I noticed that he gave Angela an appreciative look as we walked over. I think Angela might have her first boyfriend, the way they were staring at each other.

Then, last but not least, a tall, beautiful Greek God. He had angular cheekbones, with the slightest hint of a five o'clock shadow. His lips were all full and pink. His hair was the stangest color, like a bronzey, browny, blackish color. The only way to describe it's color in the sunlight is to compare it to a penny. If I thought his hair was beautiful, then I was in for a shock when I saw his eyes. It was obvious that he and the small black haired girl were siblings, because their eyes were the exact same shade of brilliant green. He was gorgeous.

Angela and I were pretty intimidated by them, but we needed directions. I walked forward and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder. Who just happened to be the bronze haired God. He turned in my direction with his eyes opened wide. What I saw scared me because he looked at Angela and I with hateful eyes. I realized I had been staring and I blushed so badly, my face turned hot, as I stammered out my question.

"Um, h-hi. My friend and I were wondering w-where the main office w-was. Can y-you give us directions, please?" I must have looked so wimpish.

"What makes you think I would tell you? Freak." He said. He sounded hateful and nasty, but his voice was so beautiful, like velvet and honey. Me, being clueless, had to answer back pitifully. I think I just wanted to hear his voice again, no matter how hateful it sounded.

"W-well, we're new here and we just needed our schedules. There was no one else here but you guys, so I figured you could help us." By the time I got to the end, my voice had reduced to no more than a whisper. I kept my eyes glued to my Converse, willing myself not to run and cry.

There was a small smacking sound on the back of the God's head, I looked up and saw the intimidating blonde with a nice smile on her face.

"Gosh, Eddie, don't be such a fuck face. Hi, I'm Rosalie Hale. That retard right there is Eddie Cullen. Just ignore him, I usually do."

"I told you not to call me that! It's EDWARD!"

Angela and I giggled a bit at their banter. It was hard not to. Rosalie continued to introduce the group.

"The big guy is Emmett McCarty, he's my boyfriend, that small pixie over there is Alice Cullen. She's Eddie's sister. The blonde haired guy is Jasper Whitlock, he's my twin brother, and Alice's boyfriend, and the guy in the middle is Ben Cheney. I hope this idiot's behavior doesn't have you thinking we are all mean. What are your names?"

This time Angela spoke up.

"I am Angela Weber, and this is Bella Swan. We just transferred from Saint Meyer's Girls School. We just wanted to know where the main office was. We are kind of lost."

Rosalie smiled. "So you are the transfer students. All of Forks High has been waiting for you, and I can say they won't be dissapointed."

Rosalie eyed us up and down, and nodded her head as if we passed some sort of test. I immediatley blushed and folded my arms, feeling exposed even though I was in a sweater.

"Well, if you guys need the Main Office, I know where that is. Alice and I will show you the way. C'mon Ally."

Alice jumped up and spoke for the first time. She had a high pitched bell-like voice. "Okay. I have a feeling we're all going to be best friends Bella and Angela."

"I would listen to her. Her 'feelings' are rarely ever wrong." Rosalie giggled.

Rosalie and Alice gathered their stuff, and we began to walk away. Before I could control myself, I turned and found Edward Cullen staring at me with something unfamiliar in his brilliant bottle green eyes. Something I had never seen before. Something that caused me to shudder violently, my body's natural reaction to trouble.

It was going to be an interesting two years at Forks High.