This is my first shot at writing anything so….

(By the way, it's about Bella and Edward ( who is human)) AND, stuff might go by kinda slow because I haven't really gotten a rhythm as to how fast I should make events so excuse the slowness of the developing story. AND, Twilight and all characters belong to Stephanie Meyer... Enjoy...

BPOV

I was fucking done with school. Done with all this shit. Trying hard just to get somewhere. I mean, what's the point of life when you're not even living? High school is supposed to be some of the best years of your life, the youngest years of your life. And I spent every fucking day going to school, trying hard, doing my homework like a goody-two-shoes and all for what? Something was missing. I had good grades, friends, and didn't have to worry about getting into college because I would be accepted somewhere so what could it be? And it fucking bugged me that I couldn't figure it out. And now to add onto all that crap, and the work I was getting from my AP classes, which I don't see the point in taking because I'm going to fucking college anyway, I had to tutor.

I fucking HATED tutoring. I had done it once before and gotten out with the excuse that I was too busy. But now that I was a senior, I couldn't get by with that shitty excuse because seniors apparently don't have enough to do. I hated tutoring not because I didn't like helping people, it was when people didn't appreciate all the fucking time I wasted with them to help them get better that pissed me off. Why the hell should I waste my time trying to help someone who obviously doesn't want to be there either and is baked out of their mind so they can't even form one coherent sentence without sounding stupid?

Ugh. It just pissed me off so much and I couldn't refuse because Ms. Cope thought I was a fucking saint and all and, well, I was a pushover too. Fuck me. Less than a year to go and I would be out of this crappy little town in the middle of no where. Forks was its name, fucking wettest place on Earth. I mean, if all the water that rained here could be collected, we could hydrate the whole fucking planet. And besides, I was a sun person. I LOVED the sun. I used to live in Phoenix but things didn't work out so well there. My mom got remarried to Phil, who is a decent guy, but life wasn't comfortable cramped up in a two bedroom house with two newly-wed lovebirds always engaging in too much PDA. It made me sick to my stomach to even think of it. Moving here to Forks, I knew I wouldn't have to deal with that type of shit. My dad, Charlie, just wasn't like that. And it wasn't only because he hadn't moved on from my mom, but he just didn't liked sharing his feelings, especially with others, especially in public. THANK GOD.

That reminded me, as I was walking down the small fucking hallway to the tutor room, what was the kid's name again? I didn't want to be there, neither did he or she, I don't remember, but at least, I figured, I could have the decency to know their name before we sat down for a long hour of unproductive small talk trying to make him/her understand what was going on in a class he/she probably never showed up to in the first place.

I took out the thin slip of paper with the kid's name on it: Edward Cullen. That name sounded kind of familiar… I wonder why. Then I remembered that Mr. Banner had continuously called out his name in Biology class when taking attendance for the first week of class after which he just gave up. Just as I thought, this kid NEVER came to class. So why the fuck did I have to bother to help him if he never bothered to show up?

I quietly pushed the handle down on the door and slipped my way into the room, feeling a little fucking pissed, and tried to be as smooth as possible. But smooth was just not an option. I always had to fuck up first impressions because the first thing people learned about me was my clumsiness. When I tried to slip into the room, I ended up fucking slipping on the floor because my shoes were wet and the floor was tile and shit happens. But it always manages to happen to me.

The first thing I noticed, after the fact that I realized I was lying on the ground, was a faint chuckling noise coming from the farthest table, a muffled laugh. I slowly got up and looked at the table. No, glared is more like it, and saw the laughing was coming from who I presumed to be Edward Cullen, but if I had no idea I would have guessed a Calvin Klein model, sitting with his lips twitching trying to hold in his laughter. You think it's fucking funny? Since my glaring obviously wasn't intimidating enough, I looked away and surveyed the rest of the room. I noticed Ms. Wolf standing behind her desk with a concerned expression on her face.

"Are you okay dear? Looked like you had a bad fall."

I tried to smile as convincingly as possible, it probably ended up as a grimace but who the fuck cares? I just banged my butt really hard on the ground but I wasn't about to admit that to a teacher who just called me fucking dear. I sighed and said,

"I'm fine Ms. Wolf. Sorry I'm a little late but we were let out of biology late today." When I said Biology, I gave a quick sideways glance at the boy still smiling crookedly, and I made sure it was a cold stare which I hoped Ms. Wolf wouldn't catch.

"That's alright, honey. I'd like you to meet Edward Cullen, the young man you will be tutoring in Biology. Edward, this is Isabella Swan," she motioned to my standing figure, because there were SO many people in the room she just HAD to point me out?

"Bella," I said instinctively. I hated when people called me Isabella, too long, too formal, and too fucking sweet. Then in an effort to be somewhat polite, I walked up to the table Edward was sitting at and held out my hand. I waited for him to shake it, like a polite gentleman, but instead, he shrugged his shoulders. Fucking shrugged. So this guy was an asshole too? I wanted to scream so loud at that moment at this guy who was about to waste half my senior life just to fucking sit with him and pretend to teach him shit which he didn't want to learn.

Just to piss him off a little, I mean, give him a taste of his own medicine, I pulled out the chair beside him forcefully so that it made an obnoxious screeching sound on the tile floor. I smiled, a fake one of course, and sat down taking my bag off my shoulder and letting it slide onto the table. I saw his body cringe up minutely at the noise which made me smug. At that moment, Ms. Wolf said she had to step out for a minute to run an errand. We both nodded and she left. Deciding that I was done playing charades and the whole bullshit nice act for Ms. Wolf could be let down, I finally took a good look at this Edward Cullen. I was about to make some snide or witty remark when I took in the complete and utter beauty of his face. I mean, .GOD. Gorgeous. And I just lost my train of thought, I almost couldn't remember why I was so pissed at him in the first place. I could tell this was not going to be easy, with his disregard for me, and my apparent loss of coherency upon looking at his face.

Well, I had to start somewhere. "So, Edward, I assume you need help with Biology. That is why we're here. So let's start. What are you studying in Biology right now?"

"Look, Isabella, I'm not here because I want to be. And I'm sure as hell not going to learn a thing. I don't skip Biology everyday so I can come here and learn it with my very own tutor. So if you don't mind, I'd like to leave early today from our session because we've gotten so far and I'm pretty exhausted because Biology can be so very confusing. Same time tomorrow?"

All I could do was gape at him. Was this kid serious? NO FUCKING WAY. No way was I going to come here and waste my life with this asshole who couldn't even fucking muster up the courage or respect to shake my hand and decided he would just leave right when we started.

Fuck you.

Of course I didn't say it aloud, how could I have? I'm not an asshole too. And anyway, he probably wouldn't have fucking cared so I just let him leave the room while I stared after him and let out a deep sigh after the door closed shut again. I didn't know I had been holding my breath this whole time but I let it finally come out. I just sat there, dumb-founded. I couldn't believe this kid was actually blowing me off, ON THE FIRST FUCKING DAY! After a couple of minutes of just venting my rage I was brought back by the sound of the door when Ms. Wolf walked in.

"Bella, where did Edward go? Are you guys already finished with today's lesson?"

"Edward had an appointment and said he had to leave early. So I just gave him a little work to do and let him go off on his way." What the fuck did I just do? Was I LYING for him now? He didn't deserve my help and Ms. Wolf, God bless her soul, sure didn't deserve my lies.

"That's great Bella. I'm so glad he is finally responding to someone. You know, he's been through three tutors already who have all given up but I decided if anyone could help him, you would be able to do it." Hah, so this kid had blown off three other people before me. Suddenly I didn't feel so bad, it wasn't personal.

"Thanks Ms. Wolf, I'll be off on my way now too. I have lots of homework to do." Bullshit. But I had to leave. I had to think of what I was going to say to Edward to either set things straight or get me off the hook with this delinquent. I gave a timid wave to Ms. Wolf and left the room. As I walked to my car, I smiled at myself thinking of all the techniques I had learned in self defense and ways in which I would physically hurt Edward Cullen, because verbally just would not be enough.

Phew. First chapter EVER. There will be EPOV later on just this chapter was strictly Bella.. Reviews would be nice… if anyone reads this Plus, I'm really new to all this so any suggestions about anything would be great.