Defiance

Chapter 1:Bumpers

I've heard that moving was hard, but till now I've never really cared. All my life I've lived in Bolinas, California but do to my mother wanting to live in a small town I didn't have a choice.

Once learning about moving, I was scared. I mean who wouldn't be? I like to think of myself as a confident person. My name is Kaleb. I suppose the "K" is supposed to make it unique, but it doesn't. Pity. I'm not unique at all. I have light brunette hair and skin that's sort of peachy. It's not pale like I wish it was, or an attractive tan. I'm just in between.

I'm the type of person where once my name is said it will be easily forgotten; I just don't leave an impression on people when they meet me. I try to though. I've tried wearing weird or expensive clothing but it didn't work. I just wear dark clothing now.

The place we are moving to is called Forks. I've heard it is always rainy there. That's good, I love the rain.

The more I think about it, the more reasons I try to come up with for why my mother wants to move. I think I've figured it out. I went to a big school all my life, so it was easy for me to get lost in the crowd, but if I go a small school like the one in Forks, I will be noticed more. That scared me more than anything.

I sat in the back of my family's van; it is a dark red maroon color and drives smoothly. I don't really like it much; it's kind of embarrassing driving to school in a big van. It's too big if you ask me, especially since there are only three people in my family and the van seats eight.

I wasn't sure where we were, but my mother announced we were close. I nodded and turned up the music to my MP3 player. It wasn't expensive, but it played what I liked, so why complain?

I glanced back at the moving van that was following us. I wondered if the car I knew it was pulling had fallen apart yet. The car was mine. It was an awful banana yellow with a bad paint job and an equally bad engine. I had gotten it for my fifteenth birthday from my father. It had been his when he was my age. The car was ancient.

For the most part, my little car was, let's say, interesting. I'm not really sure what it was when it was first made. It looked like it had random parts of many different types of car just thrown in to create a car that looked like a rundown sports car.

Maybe during the move, its bumper might come off and get left alongside the road. At least I wouldn't have to deal with the stupid thing.

"Look, Honey!" my mother exclaimed, "We're passing the school."

And sure enough, we were. I suppose it was a pretty decent size. I had never gone to a campus school like this one though. I had gone to the type where everything is in one building — I guess it would be just another thing to get used to.

It only took a little while longer to get to our new house from where the school was, but that was probably too much for my car. It would over exert itself, and breakdown. That would be an upsetting first day.

We pulled into the driveway of our new house for the very first time. My breath was taken away. It was a light, creamy white, with blue shutter, a one-car garage, and a winding pathway that lead to a low porch with an elegant wooden door.

It was a two-story house with an underground basement that I had a feeling would be used for storage.

I stepped out of the van and stared up. I hoped my room was upstairs. I had already started planning out how I was going to set my room up. Bed pushed up beside my window, desk next to the head of the bed, my dresser on the opposite wall. That sounded nice. Oh, and my posters! I could put them everywhere.

I watched the moving van as it pulled into the driveway. I looked behind the van at my banana yellow car. Its bumper hadn't fallen off after all. I turned my attention from the car to my father and the moving guys. After a while they stopped talking and started carrying the items in. I looked into the van and saw my things. They were pretty close to the front so I decided it would be best to go pick out my room.

As I entered the house I smiled. The inside was just as lovely, if not more, than the outside. I easily found the stairs and wandered up them. I explored the top part of the house — I heard everyone else downstairs. I soon found out that there were two rooms upstairs, and had a full bathroom. Both rooms were the same size so I had a feeling the master one was downstairs.

I picked the room that had a large window that faced the deep, green, lush forest. I grinned as I walked in. It had hardwood flooring, just like the rest of the house. The walls were a light blue that I didn't necessarily dislike, but I preferred something different.

"Like this one?" my father asked from behind me. I turned, smiled, and nodded.

"Yeah, it's great." I replied.

He nodded and left the room, probably to go tell the movers where to put my things. I stayed in the room and told them where to place everything. After the furniture was placed, one of the movers handed me a box full of my things. I thanked him and he left.

I walked outside and looked across the road. There were three cars in the driveway. There was a truck that rivaled my car in oldness, a shiny Volvo, and a cruiser. Great, I was living across from a cop. I eyed the Volvo, why couldn't I have an awesome car? I turned my attention back to my car and glared at it. I stomped over to the car and kicked it, hard. The bumper fell off with a loud clank.

I groaned in irritation. Perfect, damn thing was already falling apart again.

"Hey, neighbor!" someone called. I looked up to see three people walking over. I glanced around for my dad, but he wasn't outside, so I guessed they were talking to me.

"Hi." I greeted. There was a boy and a girl that were about my age and a man about my father's. I wondered if they saw me kick the car. The female looked like she didn't, nor did the man. However, it was hard to tell with the other guy. He wore an amused smile. How embarrassing, I think he did.

My father and mother walked out and introduced themselves.

"I'm Charlie Swan. This is Bella, my daughter, and Edward Cullen." The man said.

Both my parents started having a conversation with the man. I was left to talk to Bella and her…boyfriend? Yeah, they were holding hands.

I smiled at Bella and Edward, they smiled back.

"I'm Kaleb." I introduced myself.

"So, you're the new kid? You're going to Forks High School?" Bella asked.

"Yeah, that's me." I said with a sigh.

"Don't worry; I was the last new kid. You'll be fine." she said.

Edward nodded in agreement. I smiled and thanked her.

"Nice car." Edward said, the amused expression dancing across his lips. I tried hard not to glare, but it was tough. Eventually my desire won out and I sent him the most evil glare I could muster.

And to my surprise, he laughed. I huffed in annoyance, "and let me guess, the perfect little Volvo belongs to you?" I snapped.

He grinned and that answered my question. Bella elbowed him in the side playfully.

I rolled my eyes, "I would invite you in, but things aren't really set up yet."

"Just like his old man!" my father said, clasping his hand firmly on my shoulder, "He knows how to be polite to his neighbors."

I blushed lightly and looked down. I hated it when my dad compared me to him. I wasn't like him at all. Well, other than being good at sports, but that didn't really matter, considering I didn't really like playing them.

I had an odd feeling that Charlie and my parents would be friends. I was right. Charlie and my dad scheduled a fishing trip as Bella and my mother talked about different ways to cook fish. That left me with Edward.

"So…nice hair." I said rocking back and forth on my heels. I just didn't know what to say to this guy.

"Thanks."

"Well, see you." My father said, my mother clinging to him happily, "And thanks for the advice about the car. I'll look into it."

Charlie smiled a crinkly smile that in some odd way made him look younger than he was, "No problem. I'll tell Billy about it."

I looked from Charlie back to my dad. What about the car?

After they left, I turned to my parent, wanting an explanation.

My father grinned, "Charlie told me about a friend he has, nice man, by the name of Billy Black. He has a son that's extremely good with cars. I figured it wouldn't hurt for him to look into it."

"Really?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah, his son's name is Jack, Jake, or Jacob. Something like that. I don't really remember. "

I rolled my eyes; I guess my father wasn't good with names.

"Everything is set up in the house now, sweetie. Do you want to get something to eat?" my mother asked. I shook my head. There wasn't any food in the house yet. So, if I was hungry, I would probably be the one to go get the groceries. "A chance to meet new people," my mother would call it.

I walked up to my room and picked up the box with my belongings in it. I started pulling things out and placing them the way I wanted. With my posters and everything up, my room seemed roomier than it had been before. Just like my room in Bolinas…

I shook the thought away and grabbed my suitcases; I started putting everything in there away. I went through the clothing and picked out something decent to wear the first day. I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow.

The first day of school started tomorrow.

I think Jacob makes a cute gay guy. I love Kaleb. I hope you do also. Second chapter coming as soon as I edit it and take the advice from my beta, PinkAzn, She says I made Kaleb to girly in it. D: And I know she's totally right. I've just been too lazy. I have the third chapter wrote just not typed and I'm also working on the fourth chapter, so updates will be coming.

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Disclaimer: Don't own. Only the story itself. And oddly enough, I really don't want to. Well, other than the money...xD by the way, disclaimers will be going at the bottom. I read a story where they were and I was just like "I like it. I want. :D"