This is the first Chapter of my Twilight Fan Fiction. I do not own any of the original themes and/or characters of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series. Although, I do claim and copyright, the characters, and plot ideas which I created. Please do not steal any of the work I have done.

Fan Fiction: Twilight- New Beginnings

Chapter One: Letting Go

My heart fluttered uneasily as I entered the classroom. The buzzing of thousands of voices glided to my ears, but they didn't register. My eyes were only focused on him- the way his hair curled into those gorgeous deep brown curls, the way his muscles curled tightly around his arms. Everything about him dragged me in. No matter what happened, I could never quit him; I always needed my daily fix.

"Good morning, Zane." I smiled breathlessly, my blonde hair falling into my eyes as I bowed my head self-consciously.

"Hello." He replied, and smiled warmly. I held my breath, biting my bottom lip nervously. "Your hair looks exquisite this morning." He nodded in appreciation, and waved to the empty seat next to him, "Please, have a seat beside me today Maggie."

"Thanks, Zane." I smiled, my cheeks blushing profusely. Setting my books down on the black, granite countertop of the science desk I caught him watching me. I quickly glanced over and regretted it, he grinned his gorgeous lopsided smile. I caught my breath in my throat and went into another fit of ravenous blushing.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, and tilted his head to the side, cocking a wary brow.

"N- No." I managed, and turned away, regaining my breath and calming myself. He laughed silently, and I scowled, "What?" I asked angrily.

"Nothing," He responded angelically. "I love it when you blush." He shrugged and faced the teacher, who had begun to drone about human anatomy. "The colour really compliments you bright blue eyes."

"Having looked at the bones of the skeleton and the joints between them we logically move on to consider the muscles which move the bones and then nerves which control them..."

"Thanks." I grinned. Before I could retaliate, he had reached up and quickly swiped a strand of my light hair from my face. I stuttered, and simply watched as he reluctantly pulled his warm hand from my face.



"Muscle; however does other things besides moving bones. It is a contractile tissue, divided on histological structure into three types: skeletal or striated. Under direct (Voluntary) nervous control, cardiac, also striated but specialised and confined to the heart..."

He looked down at his notes, and scribbled in a few stray words, "Um. Maggie?" He asked, his pen scratching in sentences as he spoke, "Can I ask you something?" I nodded, and waited expectantly. "What do you think of Amy?" He asked and looked across the classroom to the girl named Amy.

"Smooth or visceral. Not under direct (voluntary) nervous control. In walls of alimentary tract, blood vessels, arrector pili- slow and sustained response..."

"She's okay, if you like low life sluts who suck face with anyone they can get." I blurted out before thinking. Zane simply stared at me, his jaw practically hanging open. "Was that wrong?" I asked, secretly hating myself.

"Well, it's just. I kind of like her, and your opinion really matters to me."

"Oh." I almost threw up. Couldn't he see that my whole life revolved around him?

"Yeah," He sighed, and looked away.

"Zane, its fine," I managed, my voice breaking slightly. "If you like her, then, go for her." I didn't mean it.

"Are you sure? Because I know how we hang out a lot and I don't ever want you to feel like I'm replacing you, Maggie. You're my best friend." He meant it, I could tell from the tone in his voice.

"You can't get rid of me that easily." I laughed, and punched him in the arm.

"Touch me like that again and I'll take you down once we get out of class." He warned, and waved his finger in my face.

"Ouch. I'm so terrified." I taunted him, waving my fingers around for effect.

"Humph. You should be." He smirked, and kicked my chair, almost causing me to fall from my seat.

"You stupid bas-" I was cut off.

"Mrs. Greenway!" hollered Mr. Brown, "I do NOT tolerate fooling around in my classroom!" He spat, "Pull your chair up properly and keep your hands to yourself, along with your cussing no good mouth." I kept my eyes down, as he turned back to the class and continued his speech.

"-tard." I finished the word, and followed it with a special finger sign that suited him perfectly. He simply sniggered, and went back to writing down notes.

After class, I quickly gathered my things, and darted out of the classroom. When I had reached the hallway, he was right behind me. "Mags," He smiled, and grabbed the back of my sweater, chocking me. "Don't run away from me, people might think I'm going to hurt you." He scoffed.



"How," I gasped, "could they manage that!" I blurted, "You're not chocking me or anything!"

He seemed astonished, and quickly let go. "I'm sorry." He said, his eyes wide, "I didn't realise. Are you okay?" He asked, seeming quite worried.

"God Zane, calm down. I'm alright." I rolled my eyes, "Can we just get lunch? My stomach is rumbling so much I could eat horse crap." He made a disgusted face, but shrugged, and walked silently beside me.

Zane and I had been friends since the beginning of High School here at Richmond Academy. I remember the first day we met as if it were an hour ago, but I won't go too much into it seeing as it's a pretty embarrassing story.

We'd reached the cafeteria without speaking, and settled down at an empty table in the far back corner. "It's your turn to get lunch today." I reminded him happily.

"Yeah, sure," He rolled his eyes, and got up to stand in line for Thursdays delicacies: Pizza Pops. It took him a total of five minutes, but when he returned, they were already deflated and unappetizing.

"You really need to work on timing." I remarked as I started to poke at the Pizza Pops, the cheese and tomato sauce combination oozing out from where my fingers left a gaping hole. Zane stared absently into the distance, not bothering to touch his food. "Are YOU alight?" I asked, poking his shoulder.

He looked up, looking disturbed and disoriented. "What? Yeah. I'm okay." He shrugged, and bit into his lunch, not really seeming to notice what he was doing."It's just I've been thinking a lot about what you said in Science, and I don't know if it's such a good idea to ask Amy to go out with me anymore."

I felt kind of bad for him, he actually looked sad. "What? Zane, no, ask her out, I'm sure she's not that bad." I nodded encouragingly. He simply shook his head, and went back to eating his Pizza Pops, gosh what a downer.

Once we had finished, and I had decided I was going to do something about getting Amy and Zane together, and we were on our way out of the cafeteria. Before we left, I quickly pulled him towards Amy's table. We stopped at the end, where Amy was talking animatedly about her shopping trip last week in New York City. "Hey Amy," I waved, and quickly dragged Zane over to her, "have you met Zane?" I asked her, and she shook her head no in response. "Well, have fun!" I giggled, and left them to talk. Before I finally left the cafeteria I took one last look back to her table. Zane was smiling, and Amy's cheeks were bright red with laughter.

I shrugged, and headed down to the library angry and let down. I couldn't believe I had let the guy I thought I loved to be happy with another woman; a woman who was a complete and utter slut. I always believed that to be in love, there had to be real feelings, but for Amy, they were non-existent. She would break his heart, and I would clean up the pieces.

Would he ever look my way? I doubt it.