What if it was Jasper that Bella fell in love with at Forks High? How would Twilight have progressed if Jasper lost control? Or is he immune to her scent? What if the Cullen's had more or different powers? People usually only think about the logical but what if it was completely illogical? And what has Bella been hiding all this time? Bella is OCC.

What if?

Chapter 1

Has anyone ever told you that moving houses sucks? Has anyone ever told you that moving states sucks? Has anyone ever told you that moving countries sucks?

Well now they have. All three of the above suck majorly.

I'm currently sitting on the aeroplane on my way to Forks, Washington. I did live in Australia but my mother sent me off to live with my father, Charlie.

I've got a kid behind me, kicking my seat and some fat guy next to me, practically drooling on me.

Thankfully we're just about to land, so I can get away from these freaks and start my new life. Away from all the trouble that was in Australia. Don't worry if you're confused, you'll find out eventually.

I basically kissed the ground when I hopped off the plane. I hated flying but I loved getting there.

After half an hour of trying to find my luggage—strange considering it's fluorescent pink—I walked to the entrance where I'd agreed to meet Ch-dad.

"Bells!" Came a cry as I reached the door. Two arms wrapped around my torso and I saw my dad.

"Dad," I replied. As much as I despised moving, I had missed my dad more then anything. I only got to see him once a year or sometimes even once every two years.

As we drove back to Forks in Charlie's police cruiser, the conversation was basically silent.

When we reached the house I stumbled on the doorstep but made it inside safely. Charlie helped me up to my room but left me in peace.

I didn't even go back downstairs before crashing in my bed. The sound of rain and hail that was unavoidable in Forks kept me up most of the night but I did get a few hours.

When my alarm went off I quickly slipped on my black flats—I'll trip over even in flats but I won't have as far to go if I were in heels—my black skinny leg jeans and a pink t-shirt. I grabbed my jacket that I knew I would need in Forks, and jogged downstairs.

Although I was taking care on the stairs, I still managed to land on my butt at the bottom. Giggling quietly to myself I jumped up and went into the kitchen. I took a breakfast bar from the top cupboard and headed outside.

Charlie had bought me a truck for the time I stay here. It was a rusty red and really old, but loved it.

Finding the school wasn't hard even though I've never been there-it was off the highway like everything else.

I noticed that most of the spaces were filled up and took a spot next to a silver Volvo. That looked to be the most expensive car there, all the others were older like mine. As I regretfully stepped out of my nice and dry cab I received a few glances and stares.

I walked as fast as I could without tripping but as I approached the only step into the main office, my foot caught. I stumbled forward but something cold and hard caught me around the waist and steadied me.

I turned around to thank my saviour but found there was nobody there. I definitely didn't imagine the arms that caught me so I was curious as to why they'd run away so quickly.

Shrugging I turned and walked through the door into the warm reception area. There was a small pixie-like girl talking to the receptionist, so I kindly waited my turn.

"My brother needs to be moved from second period English to another class. Any other class." She said to the woman.

"I'm sorry Miss Cullen, there are no spots open for his career path. If Mr Cullen has a problem with anything in that class I'd advise him to talk to Mr Falcomn. If any spots open up I'll let you know. Have a good day Miss Cullen." The lady dismissed the pixie that I assumed to be Miss Cullen.

She turned around and glared at me. Disgruntled, I moved towards the desk and cleared my throat. The lady looked up at me.

"Hello, my name is Isabella Swan. I'm supposed to be starting here today."

"Yes dear, of course. Here is your schedule and a slip for your teachers to sign. Bring it back here at the end of the day." She handed me two slips of paper.

"Thankyou..." I trailed off, looking for her name.

"Mrs Cope dear. Have a great day Miss Swan." She dismissed me and started typing on her computer. At that precise moment I wished I could read minds, to see what gossip had been spread about me.

I left the office and started walking towards where I hoped would be my locker. My locker number was 141 and on the back of my timetable was a map. I entered building three and spotted my locker right away. It was the locker closest to the door I had just entered through.

I opened my locker slowly and with care before going off to Math AC (Advanced Course).

When I walked into the room every seat except for one was filled. A big burly guy with curly brown hair sat watching me carefully with golden eyes. I blushed which caused me to lose focus which caused me to trip right in front of everyone. I blushed deeper and I gave my attention to the teacher and asked him quietly to sign my slip.

"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Mr Hawksburn—according to his nametag—asked me.

I groaned but said a few words, "I'm Bella, I moved here from Australia and I'm shy." Well okay, more then a few but still.

"Go have a seat beside..." He scanned the room, "Mr Cullen." I forced a smiled and went to sit beside this Mr Cullen.

As soon as I sat down everyone started talking. I noticed my tablemate still watching me intently. I smiled shyly at him and my blush flared up again.

"I'm Emmett McCarty Cullen." He introduced himself.

"I'm Isabella but you can call me Bella." I held my hand out for him to take. I shivered slightly as he did, his hand was so cold.

"Your blush is pretty." He complemented. My blush got darker as I looked away. I noticed there were questions written up on the board. I immediately got out my pen and paper and started writing them down quickly.

"What are you doing?" The smooth voice of Emmett asked.

"The problems," I answered with a confused glance at him. He had a smirk on his face.

"Those are homework, Gary lets us do whatever we want in class as long as we do the problems as homework." He explained with a full blown grin.

"Oh." I lamely replied. I think I actually like this class.

Emmett laughed loudly but wrote the problems from the board down. I did the same but noticed a mistake.

While Mr Hawksburn was scanning the classroom I put my hand up.

"Yes Bella?" He asked with an annoyed expression on his face.

"I believe to get the answer to the last problem you need to distribute in the brackets. To get the answer the one at the end must be a two in order for it to be a full number." I corrected sheepishly.

He looked at the board and smiled, "Great work Bella, I hadn't noticed that." He corrected the board.

"Nice." Emmett complemented.

"Thanks, I did EAC last year, so I've done all this work." I explained as I finished writing the completed the last problem.

"EAC?" He questioned.

"Extra Advanced Course. I did this work start of last year. I did next years' work last year too." I elaborated. Understanding flooded his face.

"You'll give me a run for my money in this class then." He smiled as he put away his stuff. The bell rang and I shot off to my next class. Emmett basically got up and ran away. I hoped everyone here is that nice.