Hi. This is my first Emmett and Bella fan fic. I love Emmett so much. Anyway..

Disclaimer.

I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's wonderful creations. All credit goes to her. I'm just playing around with her characters.

Bella and Edward are slightly out of character.

Enjoy.

It was there, sitting in the lunchroom, trying to make conversation with seven curious strangers, that I first saw them.
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible. There were five of them. They weren't talking or eating. They weren't gawking at me like any of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But, it was none of these things that caught my attention.

They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big – muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with un-tidy, bronze colored hair.

The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixie-like, thin. Her hair was deep black, cropped short, but pointing in every direction. I had to give her credit. I'd never wear my hair like that. But, maybe because it'd never work on me. I'd just look weird, whereas she looked dazzlingly beautiful. That didn't say much, since the rest of them did too. Especially the muscular, teddy bear looking one.

He was the one who had caught my attention, the big one. My thoughts swirled in incoherence. He was so perfect. He was smiling, showing perfect teeth and adorable dimples.

"Who are they?" I asked the girl, whose name had escaped me. She looked up to see who I was talking about, even though I'm sure she knew from the breathlessness in my voice. "The biggest one is Emmett Cullen, next to him is Edward Cullen. Then you have the Hale twins; the blondes. Rosalie, and Jasper. And, the smallest of them, Alice Cullen."

Strange, unpopular names, I thought. The kind of names grandparents had.
"They are very.. nice looking," I said.

Emmett looked at me, with the slightest smile playing on his lips, and my heart beat increased. He was so beautiful. The other Cullen boy, Edward, looked at me with inhuman black eyes, his lips in a tight line. He looked stressed. And, I instantly felt a pang of pity for him, then it instantly went away. Weird.

"Yes!" the girl agreed with a giggle. "They're all together though. Edward and Rosalie. Jasper and Alice, I mean. And, they live together." I let that information sink in.

"Which ones are the Cullens?" I asked. "They don't look related.."

"Oh, they're not. Dr. Cullen is really young, in his twenties or early thirties. They're all adopted. The Hale's are brother and sister, twins. And, they're foster children."

"They're a little old for foster children."

"They are now, Jasper and Rosalie are both eighteen, but they've been with Mrs. Cullen since they were eight. She's their aunt or something like that."

"That's really kind of nice for them to take care of all those kids like that, when they were so young and everything."

"I guess so," the girl admitted reluctantly and I got the impression she didn't like the doctor and his wife. The way her nose had scrunched up when she said something about Mrs. Cullen, I would presume it was jealousy. "I think that Mrs. Cullen can't have kids though," she added.

Throughout this conversation my eyes would flicker back to Emmett Cullen. But, he wasn't even paying attention to me.

"So.. Emmet..?" I let my question trail off, hoping she would understand what I was asking.

"He's gorgeous, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him."

I smiled to myself.

That was something I was going to change. Emmett Cullen will be mine by the end of the year.

Lunch passed by quickly and I found myself walking to my next class with one of the girls friends, whose was Angela. When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lad table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In fact, all the lap tables were filled but one. Next to the center isle, I recognized Edward Cullen, sitting next to that open seat.

As I walked down the isle to get my slip signed and to introduce myself to the teacher, I let my eyes flicker to him repeatedly. Just as I passed, he smiled brightly. It was beautiful, dazzling even. I looked away quickly, not knowing what to think. I stumbled over a book and was about ready to face plant when two strong arms held my waist. "Easy there," his soft voice said, pulling me back onto my feet. Edward Cullen had just saved me from completely embarrassing myself on my first day. When I was on my feet again, I mumbled a 'thank you' and went to get my slip signed.

Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense about introductions. Thank God. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, he had no choice but to send me to the only open seat in the classroom. The fantastic Edward Cullen.

I didn't look over at him as I set my book on the table and took my seat, but I saw his posture change from the corner of my eye. He turned his chair to face towards me and he put an elbow on the table and put his fist under his chin, holding up his head. "You smell nice," he said. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair. It smelled like apples, the scent of my favorite shampoo. I wonder if he smelt my hair when he stopped me from falling. "Thank you," I said, smiling at him and opening my book to the page that Mr. Banner had written on the board.

I finally had the nerve to look over at him. He was beautiful, it took my breath away. Messy copper hair and golden eyes. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. My name is Edward Cullen." He was being friendly. Didn't that girl at lunch say something..? I couldn't remember. "I'm Bella." He smiled and we chatted easily until Mr. Banner started talking.

The class seemed to drag on longer than the others. Was it because the day was finally coming to a close, or because I was anxious to see Emmett? I looked at Edward again, about to say something. But, I forget when the bell rang loudly, making me jump and Edward was out of his seat. Fluidly he rose, he was much taller than I thought, and was out of the door before anyone else.

I got my book and went to my locker.

"Hello," said a seductive, honey sweet voice from behind me. I turned around, shutting my locker, and was shocked to see a very charming Emmett Cullen sporting a polite smile. "I'm Emmett Cullen," he said, extending his hand. I lightly took it in mine, and shook it awkwardly. "I'm-" His smile widened. "You're Isabella Swan. But, you like to go by Bella." I looked at him in confusion. "So, I've heard," he added, hastily. I let go of his hand, not because I wanted to; but because it was absurdly cold, and it had numbed my hand.

"Hi Emmett."

"Do you need any help finding your next class?"

I wanted to say yes so bad, but I couldn't. I didn't want to seem desperate. "I'm headed to the gym, actually. I think I can find it."

"That's my next class too." He seemed thrilled, though it wasn't that big of a coincidence in a small school like this.

We walked to class together. He asked a few questions, the usual ones. Why was I here. Did I miss the sun. Blah blah blah. He was actually the easiest person to talk to that I've met so far. But, as we entered gym, he asked, "So, you and Edward huh? He doesn't really talk to anyone who isn't family." There was something tight and tense about his voice. Maybe anger. He was smiling, but beneath that there was something intense. I decided to play dumb.

"He doesn't talk to a lot of people? He could have fooled me. He was pretty nice."

Something drifted into those golden eyes of his. Jealousy? No. I was being crazy. I smiled at him before I walked into the girls' locker room door.

The Gym teacher, Coach Clapp, found me a uniform but didn't make me dress down because it was my first day. At home, P.E was only mandatory for two years. But, here it was mandatory for all four years. Forks was my own personal hell, but we'll get to why later.

The day had finally ended and I only had one thought on my mind as I drove my truck back to Charlie's house.

Emmett Cullen will be mine by the end of the year.

Ummm. 15 reviews for chapter two? Maybe. Thank you for reading.