A/N: This chapter has been revised by my lovely beta FromHeart2Mind, she helped my turn this jumbled mush of stuff in my mind into a quality chapter so thank you girlie!

Chapter 1

Song- Fixed at zero by VERSAEMERGE

Bella Pov.

I woke up to the sound of heavy rain hitting hard against my bedroom window, a usual occurrence here in the sleepy town of Forks, Washington. I caught a whiff of the potent smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen indicating my mother Renée was making breakfast. I stumbled out of bed almost tripping over my duvet and made my way to the bathroom. My older sister, Rosalie beat me to the punch, rushing out of her room and hurrying ahead of me. She closed and locked the door behind her.

"Oh c'mon Rose seriously," I whined throwing my head back in frustration.

"Sorry sis you snooze, you lose. Besides I need longer than you do to get ready anyway," she remarked snidely.

Giving up on arguing with Rose, I made my way downstairs for breakfast.

My mother was standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand whistling some off-beat tune. My father, Charlie, sat at the kitchen table with the morning paper held up in front of his face.

"Morning," I said softly looking down at the linoleum floor.

"Hey sweetheart, are you hungry? Did you sleep well? Is your sister awake?" my mother asked bombarding me, taking no pauses to breathe.

"Um.. I guess so, yes, and yes," I replied slowly making my way to the table to sit next to Charlie.

"Hey Bells," he mumbled quietly from behind his paper.

I made no reply as none was needed. That's what I loved about my dad he wasn't a big talker and nor was I. He said what was needed and that was that. He didn't feel the need to fill every empty silence with pointless words.

After breakfast, I made my way back upstairs hoping that Rose had finished in the bathroom. To my surprise, she was. I shed my pajamas and hopped in the shower, squealing when the freezing, cold beads roughly hit my skin. "Great," I thought, "she's used up all the hot water again." I made my shower quick, washing my hair and body then hopped out to brush my teeth. I made it back to my room without anymore confrontations with my sister and quickly blow dried my hair. I slipped on a pair of jeans, a vintage "Ramones" t-shirt, and some old Vans. Grabbing my shoulder bag and my books, I again made my way downstairs. As I trudged down the steps, I heard Rose's shrill voice coming from the kitchen.

"Daddy I'm sick of taking her to school. When are you gonna buy her a car of her own?" She whined.

"Rosalie, I'll get Bella a car when I have the money to get Bella a car. Do you think money grows on trees…" he trailed off, mumbling.

"Fine," she huffed, making her way past me. Her face held an ugly look like "you'd better not make me late again." Apparently, she did not enjoy parking in the back like yesterday. I smirked.

I trailed after her silently to her Toyota and got in. As Rose put on some crappy pop song my mind began to wander. For as long as I could remember Rose and I had never been close. As kids, while rose played with dolls, I would be reading. As preteens, she chased boys and I was too busy winning the science fair.

Rose was always the beautiful one too. With her long, blond hair and ice blue eyes she took after mom while I was stuck looking like Charlie with my curly brown hair and boring brown eyes. As we got older, Rose's beauty only increased. Naturally, being two years older than me, she progressed faster than I did physically with her long never ending legs and big breasts. However, I did not have either quality. She was funny, beautiful, and popular, all things I was not.

She was also the apple of my parents' eyes and that left me living in her shadow. Everything that Rose did always came first. Her cheerleading competitions before my soccer games. Her dance practices before my science fairs. Everything I did was always put on the backburner for Rose's activities. Soon I'd had enough of everyone ignoring me and not showing up to any of my special events so I just stopped doing things. I spoke only when spoken to and spent as much time as I could on my own. I figured that since my family didn't care about me then why the hell should I care about them?

My sister snapped her long red painter fingernails in my face, bringing me out of my bitter thoughts.

"Come on Bella, we're here," she snarled nastily, turning off the ignition.

I grabbed my bag and started into school ahead of her. As I walked through the familiar halls, I kept my head down and my eyes lingering on the ground. Abruptly, I stumbled and tripped over my own feet. I closed my eyes preparing to fall to the ground but suddenly I felt arms around my waist steadying me, catching a whiff of worn leather. I looked up to see who my savior was and found myself gazing into the most amazing, emerald green eyes I'd ever seen. My heart started beating wildly in my chest and I started feeling nauseas and dizzy.

"Sorry…I…I'm so sorry," I mumbled, quietly trying to catch my breath. I felt as if I'd just run a marathon.

He spoke, his voice deep and beautiful.

"That's okay are you alright…." he asked, trailing off. I focused in on his face, finally realizing his beauty. His skin was pale and smooth, blemish free. His jaw line stood out, sharp and stubbly. He was tall, around 6'2. He was undeniably, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and suddenly I couldn't breathe again. I bent down quickly to grab my books, casting one last look at his beautiful face, and ran off.

"What the Hell was that?" I thought, as I made my way to English.