OKay here we go, I haven't written in a while and i'm just getting back into the hang of it, i could barely stop myself from writing, this first chapter would of been about ten pages had i not stopped haha, so let me know what you all think of it please, i'm going for a bitchella thing but i know theres a good girl in there some where. once again Stephenie Meyer owns all the Characters :) please review, tell your friends, get them to review and ill update more often. P.S I'm thinking this fic is going to be rated M so for underage drinking/drug abbuse and talk of lemons ill let you know what chapters will have lemons incase ya'll wanna skip those, anyway get to reading! thanks for stopping by :)

Chapter 1:
land of roses

I run my fingers through her thick luscious brown locks of curly hair. The sun beating down on us just reflects the reddish highlights in it. The silkiness of it on my fingers feels like heaven. I lower my lips and place a soft kiss on her cheek inhaling her sweet strawberry sent as I do so... Delicious I can't even contain the moan that escapes from between my lips... "ugh!" I shake my head disappointed my day dreaming has come to an abrupt halt, with the heavy object that just hit me in the side Of the head.

I look to my right scowling at my friend grinning mischievously at me. "really Jazz?" as I take in the very thick math book he has clutched in his hands (clearly what was used as my impromptu alarm clock) chuckling "dude you were drooling, come on you! Need to stop dreaming dude, she is way outta yours and even mine's league."

I discreetly swipe my shirt sleeve across my mouth, "was not," I mumble as I glare at him "when are you gonna get over it man? I mean you've been after her for two years ever since she moved here from phoenix and she hasn't spoken or even glanced at you once... ok dude, girls like Bella Swan are rich, stuck up and mostly all sluts you don't need that, way too much drama if you ask me."

I glance back towards the stunning brunette across the cafeteria, sitting at a table surround by anyone who can get remotely close to her, she throws her head back in a joyous laugh I can almost make out over the noise of the lunch room like bells, sweet music to my ears. Her hair falling back down her back in cascading shiny thick waves; down over her purple cheerleading uniform. God, she is the pinnacle of all beauty. "you know what, no one asked you Jasper." I say in a defeated tone; without taking my eyes from Bella Swan, knowing he is absolutely right for once. I take a deep breath in and gather my books for biology not chancing another look at the goddess.

Here in Forks High school, I guess you could say I'm not exactly Mr. Popularity. Having lived here my whole life everyone knows me, knows all my secrets. Where I live, what my parents do for a living, what I looked like when I got spinach stuck in my braces in the fifth grade. But her... Bella she's been here for two years but on her first day of high school here in Forks Washington she was in charge and she knew it. Becoming a member of the cheer squad, student council and leading every pep rally lead her to queen bee of this school. I don't even think she knows my name; there isn't a time I can remember her ever looking at me.

but don't get me wrong I know where I stand, I know a guy like me could never be with a girl as beautiful as her. From the moment she got here she's had every guy on their knees begging to be hers.

I take my regular seat at the back of class. The room is filling up with all my classmates, they all seem to be having a better day than myself, laughing loudly, Jessica Stanley playfully punching Mike in the arm as she blushes. He has no clue she has had a crush on him since the second grade.

I was unfocused on what was going on around me the laughter turned into background noise. I could care less about all these people. I sigh in relief when Mr. Banner calms the class to begin. The first day of school and already I just want it to be over.

The class became eerily silent. Snapping out of my daydream just in case Mr. Banner had asked me a question I didn't hear, that's when I noticed the beautiful brunette entering the room. But what is she doing in here? Does she have this class too? I quickly scan around noticing that the only remaining available seat is next to mine. I silently pray let her please be in this class

I listen more intently as she starts to speak. "Sorry I'm late Mr. Banner. Just in the washroom." I couldn't help but notice the way her cheeks turned pink with blush when she mentioned the washroom. "That's ok miss swan why don't you take a seat beside hmm let's see oh yes there beside Mr. Cullen

I swallow a lump in my throat, She Is coming to sit beside me. Thank you. I might actually be able to get her to notice me.

I watch her glance around the room obviously looking for whoever Mr. Cullen was. I wince slightly at the confirmation of my thoughts when Mr. Banner points out just who I am.

Unaffected by the situation she sits casually beside me without even a glance in my direction. Whipping her cell out she becomes engrossed in the text on the screen, Mr. Banner continues on with I don't even know because I couldn't strain my eyes from her. Her skin alabaster white and smooth, her big brown doe eyes encased in long eyelashes, her flowing brown locks framing her heart shaped face. Perfection.

strawberries? Yes I subtly sniff the air it smells of the sweetest strawberries, her scent, it engulfs me and fills me with a deep desire to run my fingers through her long hair inhaling deeply.

I'm started awake by the bell signaling classes end. I watch as she gracefully gathers her books and effortlessly joins in with Lauren and Jessica laughing and joking as they leave the class. My heart plummets, why didn't I say anything to her, Instead of ogling her the entire class. Oh god did she notice me staring at her? A wave of embarrassment crashes over me when I over hear some other classmates whispering, apparently if Bella didn't notice my staring, she's about the only one, unfortunately.

BPOV

I shake the rain from my long hair as i enter the school cafeteria for lunch. God I hate Forks! It's like never sunny here, I mean I used to live in Phoenix with my mother Renee, she wasn't really the best mother out there, to ditzy, couldn't tell her rights from her lefts. That's why I loved her... god I could get away with almost anything; I didn't even have a curfew! I guess which is a bad thing when you're a smokin' hott (so I've been told) teenage girl living in a massive city such as phoenix Arizona.

The day Phil joined are family was the worst day of my life. Phil is my new daddy! Hah, that's what Renee said when she came home from a night of too much Champaign married to Mr. Minor league baseball. Phil isn't really a bad guy, I guess I kinda feel bad for him really; he fell right into Renee's trap. But who could really blame him? Renee is the spitting image of myself, but 18 years my senior. Long flowing brown hair, perfect pale skin, the only exception; I got Charlie's eyes, while she got my grandmothers pale sky blue...

I guess when Phil went to that bar after a tiring game, he just wants to relax with a drink or two but when he met the bubbly person who acts as though she is in her twenties instead of her thirties, he couldn't ignore the charm. And next thing you know Phil is my new step dad. I guess they had a good relationship; they looked pretty much in love to me. It's just I guess the new role of dad to a sixteen year old got to his head, he soon realized Renee was flaking on her mom duties. I apparently was hanging around to many boys, staying out to late, not helping my mom out around the house when Phil was at a game. it wasn't too long before he implemented my new house rules. 1) no staying out later than 10 on a school night. 2) no staying out later than 11 on weekends. 3) all homework must be completed and shown (to Phil) before going out. 4) all people I go out with must be introduced and approved by Phil and my mom 5) no fun.

I guess these rules are normal for anyone else, but I'm not just anyone... I have a dad I didn't need a make shift one named Phil; of course I was sweet and innocent about everything. I took his rules to heart. I was the perfect daughter...to Renee. But there was no way I was introducing my boyfriend to my parents. Peter was 19, he rode a motorcycle and he was still in my high school, but he knew all the best parties and all the people you would want to have a good time with. I guess I had to get caught eventually. Phil wasn't kidding about grounding me if I missed curfew again. So when I snuck out at 1 in the morning on a school night to go meet Peter, I wasn't expecting Phil to follow me, crash my party, threaten to charge my boyfriend because I was underage or to tell Renee.

Perhaps Phil has rubbed off on her (ugh) a bit; because she was pissed she couldn't believe that her sweet honor roll girl could be into so much trouble. But just like good ole' flakey Renee she did was she always does, unable to deal with me like a real parent she sent me to the next best thing my dad. The next day I was in Forks Washington...

So technically I only hate Forks because of the rain. Truthfully I miss the sun. The way it beat down on me, highlighting my hair with natural honey streaks of gold, that natural feeling of warmth on my cheeks, unlike here where my fingers are like bone cold giving the impression of what a corpses hands would be like.

Charlie. What can I say about Charlie? I love him. You know how they say opposites attract, well that I guess is why Renee and my dad didn't last as a couple, breaking up only after they had me at 18. Because you see, Charlie and Renee are exactly alike, two peas in a pod. Not the sharpest tools in the shed. Because Charlie was just glad to have his baby girl back at home with him after 15 years. He just turned a blind eye to everything I did, missed curfews, unexplained absences. Nothing to upset the balance of having his baby home and what he could assume was safe.

Forks loved me, everyone wanted to be me, I even made the cheer squad. I didn't even cheer at my old school but whatever; turns out I'm pretty good at it. And I like the attention. Walking into the cafeteria, I inhale deeply and put a smile on my face ah the first day of school, this should be fun.

Jessica and Lauren are fighting over who gets to sit beside me, I settle for the middle and let them sit on either side of me. Playing with my apple, they both go through a play by play of their summers, which they both spent as camp counselors out in Port Angeles; trying to one up each other with their scandalous after dark stories with the male counselors. I hold back my laughter, at least their entertaining.

It get's eerily quite so I look up; the entire table has turned their attentions to me. "What?" I say irritated now. Jessica shoves me a little, and I look at her, smiling she say's "I asked you what you did this summer." "Oh I uh, just hung out with my dad on the reservation you know his friend Billy has a son our age named Jake, so we uh hung a bit, whatever not much." I look away; you have to be careful with what you say to Jess and Lauren, because what you tell them; you tell the entire town. And now I know I do like attention, for some reason I don't want them to ruin what I have with Jake. My personal sun. They both gaze at each other, their eyebrows quirking as they look at me like I'm not telling them something. Which I'm not. I roll my eyes at them and laugh "whatever guys!" we all chuckle together.

They both lean in close to me, great a secret. I suppress my shrill of excitement, I love secrets. "So guess who was raving about seeing you, all summer loonngg." Lauren sings in a whisper. Her and Jess are suppressing smiles but failing miserably. My interest peeked. "Who?" she crouches in further to my ear, "Tyler Crowley!" they both let out whispered squeals of delight. And why wouldn't they Tyler is only the quarterback of the football team, smoking hot and giving me bedroom eyes from across the cafeteria right now. "Holy crow, he's hot!" I fake fan myself and the girls giggle. Jessica reaches into her pocket and passes me a fold piece of paper. "This is for you." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at me and I snatch the letter from her pink polished nails. Unfolding it I read it. A slight blush spread across my cheek. "ooh, she's blushing!"Lauren laughs. Damn my blush, I mean I haven't been a virgin for a while now but for some reason that still doesn't stop my blush. "Shut up Lauren." I hiss.

"Well what's it say?!" They both squeal in unison. "You didn't read it?" I ask shocked. Laughing Jessica shakes her head "no I figured you'd at least share!" I hold the paper out for them to read. Meet in the girls second bathroom at lunch bell,Ty. They both look at me, "are you gonna go?" I've never really had to think about it really, I mean with peter, he was my first and that just sort of happened in a drunken stupor high on pills, it's was magic and we never stopped. When I moved her I guess I felt like I was an addict going through withdrawals I needed to be touched, craved it. When I realised I had an appeal to the guys in this town as well, I used it to my advantage, football players, basket ball players, computer geeks. I don't think of myself as a slut just someone with a healthy libido. I never really planned it, it just happened, but this I would be consensually deciding to go to the bathroom and willingly give myself to another. A chill went down my spine, how thrilling.

The Bell rang signaling lunches end. I gathered my books and made my way the girl's second washroom, the second washroom was in the back of school by the library no one really used it, perfect for some privacy.

A/N alright review please let me know what you think, i think in my next chap i'm going to just build up more of what kind of character Bella is going to be i dont know if any of you have seen the television show the lying game but if you have i like the idea of the bad sutton and good sutton even though one is a twin sister i'm going for one girl (bella) being the ultimate unattainable prize, mean, sweet, innocent, desirable no one has a fighting chance. ;) review please if you want more!