I didn't get in.

The letter in my hand spoke volumes. I had gotten rejected, once again, from another university of my choice.

The rain poured down like the fucking Niagara Falls, but this wasn't anything new in Forks. What I was more worried about was that all I had left was my mother's internship. It seemed like a ridiculous back up plan considering that I was confident that my near perfect SAT scores would get me, if not one, but all my choices, however clearly someone up there had a sense of humor because I was standing here, in the rain, looking at the final rejection. I suppose one would be relieved that I wasn't left all alone and that I wasn't going to become those stereotypical teenagers who wallowed their sorrows in coke, but I wasn't relieved.

See the thing is, her internship? It's in London.

"Bells?" Oh shit. Of all the times that Charlie has to act concerned, now.

"Bells, what are you doing out in the rain? Your mum called an-

holy shit. Are you crying?"

My hand automatically went up to wipe the wetness over my face but that wasn't such a good idea considering that it was raining.

"Nah Charlie It's fine. I'm just gonna head over to Jasper's cool?"

He just nodded stiffly and went back in the house, probably to complete that Mets game. Joy. Jasper was my boyfriend, the love of my life, the savior of humanity… I could go on. We're celebrating our fifth year anniversary making us the proud owners of the Longest Relationship in Forks High championship cup. Hypothetically of course. We'd lost our virginities together last summer and it was glorious, and yes he may be ridiculously stubborn and a bit of a jackass but it's those things that turned me on.

My red truck grunted as I parked it outside Jas's house. The damp moss on his doorstep stuck onto my boots, great, and these were new too. Just as I was about to tap the door I heard something crash, and bang and then a frustrated scream.

Ah. Jasper's dad was home.

See this wasn't like those classic dad-gets-violent families. Jasper's parents are in the middle of a divorce, a never-ending divorce. His mum was found sleeping with the gardener four years ago, how original, and ever since then they've been killing each other over who gets which room in the house. I always figured that they delayed signing the papers simply because they were still madly in love with each other and didn't want to let go. Jasper thought that I was blind not to that every ounce of love that was once there is now filled with hatred. Oh well.

The door swung open and there appeared in the doorframe was my sexy as hell boyfriend. His blonde hair was long and shaggy and matched his crystal blue eyes. His tan was perfect considering that he was an intense surfer and his accent? Don't even get me started on that Southern Drawl. Lucky me.

"Hey baby, you ready to go?" he drew out. Behind him something else smashed and we both winced.

"Uh yeah sure. Let's hit the coffee place?"

"Sure." He pecked my lips and we drove off.

Coffee Store

"You were rejected from EVERYWHERE? Bells, how is that even possible. You're a genius, top of your class and everything."

Sigh. Jasper always thought so highly of me, always thought everything was so easy, but it really wasn't.

"They said I didn't have what they were looking for. Maybe I'm too boring."

"Baby, boring isn't a bad thing. It's good to be organized, they're idiots."

HAH. Hypocrite, says the person who's future plans are 'I'll just follow you baby'.

"Anyways, I'm going to go live with Renee in London and maybe work at her law firm until I figure out when I can reapply. What'd think?"

His smile was blinding and all sense of annoyance was out of the window. I was quickly reminded of why I loved him so much.

"Funny you mentioned it because I happen to have an aunt who lives in London. I could visit you and maybe look for possible job opportunities. It'll be perfect."

"What are you planning on looking in to Jas? What field?" Why would I ask when I already knew what was coming?

"Law of course, like you Bells." Well duh. The guy's never had any real plans of his own. However whenever I brought that point up he'd bring down all the shit that happens with his parents and make me feel like the bad guy. So I just smiled and nodded as the rest of the afternoon went on slowly.

Charlie's

"Yeah mum, I'll be there in around two months? Yes. Yes. No mum I already have a boyfriend remember? Yeah he'll be there too. No I'm not pregnant mum. Yes we use protection. JESUS…"

Typical Renee, the woman dedicated her entire life making me desirable so that I could marry some rich hunk, and when I do get down with a guy she disapproves, and now she thinks I'm going to get pregnant? Does she not remember buying me my birth control pills three years ago?

"…Bye Mum, love you too. See you soon."

I hadn't planned this. In my mind, by now I would be out celebrating my acceptance into MIT, but clearly things don't always work.

"Bells, it's already 11. Why don't you go sleep, big day tomorrow," Charlie said calmly as he watched me from my door.

"Yeah Dad, I know." Tomorrow was my final day of High school and I knew that everyone would be waiting to see what college I got into. I really didn't want to be the girl that was a big hit in high school and a total fail afterwards, but I was going to have to face it. Face THEM. The girls who were permanently trying to find faults in me simply because they didn't like that I had none.

My phone buzzed but I didn't bother checking who the text was from. I knew it was my goodnight message from Jasper, the one I received every night before I fell asleep. I thought of his warm body hoping that he would appear in my dreams.

Did he?

Yeah right, when have I ever gotten what I wanted?

Forks High

My short jean skirt and my tank top was glued onto me like a glove. My C cup breasts looked amazing in this new bra I had gotten from Seattle and my small heels were just enough to make my legs look toned and long. I figured, despite everything, I was going to leave Forks High with dignity.

I strutted down the hallway to get to my locker already sensing that Jas was there before me. He was leaning against the metal doors and was playing with his blonde bangs. I could see the girls next to me staring at him as if he were a god, couldn't say I blamed them.

"Hey Jas," I said in a sultry voice. He shot his head up to look at mine and his blue eyes darkened as he took in my outfit.

"Oh fuck Bella, you look delectable." Yeah I know.

"Mhmm, after my meeting with Principle Banner I was thinking that maybe we could go down to the bleaches and you know… play?" I knew he loved it when I teased him like this.

Our faces grew close together and his hands went around my waist, everything was burning and damn was I turned on. Until someone cleared their throat. I turned around and groaned in annoyance when I saw who it was.

"Edward. Is there something you need?"

"My book Bella, you took it from like a month ago and I seriously need it," he whined.

Everyone, meet Edward Cullen. My best friend since pre-school, we used to go to each others houses and scribble on each other's clothes with crayon. He's just another reason why god hates me. The boy who used to pinch my cheeks because he enjoyed the color they were was now 6"3, rowing captain with a body like Adonis, and possibly the hottest guy, aside of Jas, in the school. His bronze, near brown hair and his striking green eyes made him irresistible. Yeah, to everyone but me. We never saw each other in that way.

And even better? He's dating my best friend Rosalie Hale. I set them up and now they were on their three year mark. I know that she'd already planned out their wedding and I also know that he's apparently amazing in bed. But ew. TMI.

"Oh fuck Edward I'm sorry. I know Rosalie's been dying to read it, how about I just give It to her when she comes to my place later on? I totally forgot it," I said apologetically as I could feel Jasper's impatience radiating off him.

Jasper never liked Edward. God knows why. He can be possessive.

Edward looked at Jasper and smirked, "Yeah no problem Bella, you do that. Sorry for interrupting your… session. Laters." And he just walked down the corridor, I couldn't help but shake my head at how many heads turned to look at him.

"Right sorry about him. So….. bleaches?"

Cue the smile.