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Prologue:

I have read enough novels and heard many girls tell stories to understand the following 'guidelines:'

First Base is usually a kiss, or French kissing.

Second Base involves the term 'getting felt up.' For the girl it is usually the chest, for the guy it could be his…private area.

Please note that usually at this point I will start to blush…

Third Base is commonly called, 'fingering.' I'm too shy to go into details there. All I will say is that it virtually impossible for a guy to be fingered…unless that guy is indeed a girl because of surgical modifications and/or she likes to dress up like a man.

And then there is the Home Run. We all know that that is sex.

Now, instead of the bases, some people will crudely refer it to as 'The Four Fingers.' They will then proceed to hold up one finger after the other, saying, "French, Feel, Finger, Fuck." For some reason whenever I hear/see someone do this, they always say the last word with a lot more feeling, which I guess is warranted. Sex is the 'big finale,' 'the last act,' etc.

I never knew I would be an active participant in these bases in high school.

I never knew I would not follow the pattern of these bases.

And, most importantly, I never knew that the god of the school would be the one to help me break them.

Chapter One- Gaining Unwanted Experience

My alarm clock went off, bright and early, and I groaned lengthily. I gathered my strength and lifted my pajama clad body out from under the blankets and into the shower. With my eyes still closed, I adjusted the temperature and the spray of the water, wishing that I was still back in Phoenix, Arizona, where the weather was hot and sunny, and the shower water didn't have to be so steaming hot in order to not get frostbite. Okay that was a bit of an exaggeration, but compared to Arizona, Washington is like the North Pole! Sometimes I berate myself for acting so nice and leaving Renee with her new husband, Phil. But a second later I remember that she has someone else taking care of her now, I should give them their space. Oh, and there was a snowballs chance in hell that I wouldn't end up killing one of them with their 'lovey dovey' talk. She was happy, and would be travelling all over the U.S. with him, why should I stand in the way?

I wrapped my dripping brown hair in a towel and picked through my closet until I spotted a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. After a quick, careless blow dry, I was going down the stairs, running a brush through my wavy tresses before twisting it into a ponytail. I grabbed a granola bar out of the pantry, kissed Charlie on the cheek and climbed into my old red truck, my heavy jacket weighing down my entire body. My hair could have had those annoying bumps all over it and I never would have known. I forgot to look in a mirror, but it's not like I mind anyway. I've never really cared about my appearance. I don't have a boyfriend, haven't been kissed or even held hands with a member of the opposite sex. Charlie wouldn't have counted, but I don't even remember holding hands with him when I was little, he wasn't the affectionate type, a trait I've inherited.

I eased my red truck into a school parking space, sighing as I hoisted my bag over my shoulder and shut the rusty door. I cried out in frustration and surprise as millions of tiny droplets of water cascaded from the sky the minute I set my foot on solid ground. I should stop acting so astonished- in this place it rains basically every other day. I tried to prevent my hair from getting any wetter than it already was, pulling my hood over my head, but it was in vain. It was raining so hard that within those five seconds my head was exposed, my brown locks reverted back to the state it was in when I had just stepped out of the shower. Just my luck.

I squinted into the darkening parking lot, lifting my bulky boots over puddle after puddle. Lightening struck just as I reached the door to the main building. Smiling a bit, because I hadn't tripped over anything, I went over to my locker.

"Hello, Bella!" The cheerful, tinkling, voice of Alice Cullen greeted. Alice was one of the most popular girls in school, and with good reason. She was nice to everybody, including little invisible me. I have been here for a little over two weeks, and she had talked to me on my first day. She was part of a group that was exquisitely beautiful, and secretly envied by most.

I nodded to her, pulling out my history textbook. "Alice."

A thunder boomed loudly and I jumped. "I hate Forks…" I muttered.

Alice let out a delicate peel of laughter, grey eyes twinkling. "You're too cute, Bella."

I blushed at her unnecessary comment.

Jasper Hale, Alice's boyfriend (I've heard they've been together since ninth grade-that's three whole years) walked up to her and kissed her cheek. She put her arm around him happily and bid me a goodbye before prancing down the hallway. They were, in the words of Alice, a cute couple. He was really tall and lean, with blond hair that curled around his ears in an endearing way. Alice was extremely short, even shorter than my 5'4 inches. Her spiky black hair looked beautiful in contrast with her boyfriend's light shade.

I ignored the pang of loneliness that resounded in my chest. I had friends, what else do I need?

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A chorus of "Hey Bella's" welcomed me as I set my tray down at my lunch table.

"Hey." I smiled at my lunch mates.

"So, did you hear…?" Jessica, champion gossiper of Forks High, immediately barraged me with a slew of rumors and stories of our classmates. I tuned her out almost involuntarily. I never paid much attention to that stuff and when I did, I found it of no interest to me. My brown eyes absently flickered to random lunch tables. I stopped, however, when I took sight of the most beautiful bunch of people I have ever seen. Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale were among them, laughing at something the burly one, Emmett Cullen, had said. Beside him, his long time girlfriend Rosalie Hale sat studying her long blonde hair. I think my mom does that when she's looking for split ends. I don't know Rosalie personally, but she always seemed very vain and self-centered. It a mystery to how she had stayed with Emmett for so long, who always seems so easy going.

Finally, I saw Edward Cullen, in my opinion, the most attractive of all. He, too, was amused, but it was a little less obvious. He had one side of his full mouth quirked and his green eyes were full of mirth. Out of all of them, he was the hardest one to define. Alice was hyper, Jasper was calm, Rosalie was selfish, Emmett was laid back, and Edward was-well, I have no idea. When I have actually worked up the courage and asked Jessica about him, she's always shrugged and said, "That's Edward, he's hot." Ever since I took up the seat next to him in Biology, I've wanted to know him, know who he is.

All of a sudden I felt warmth spread through my body as those green eyes I had just been admiring connected with mine. Blushing, I quickly glanced away, into the face of Mike Newton.

"Bella, why are you blushing?" He asked, mouth full of mystery meat.

"It's hot in here." I lied.

"Bella, are you even listening to me?" Jessica said, exasperated.

"Of course." Another lie.

"Then what did I say?" She demanded, narrowing her eyes. A boom of thunder punctuated her statement. It's been thundering on and off all day! Only in Forks…

I opened my mouth to tell her the truth, when the bell for sixth period rang. I cheered happily in my head.

I reached the biology classroom before Edward did, setting my bag on the floor next to my chair and eagerly awaiting his presence. Pathetic? Yes. But I didn't care; even if I was tempting myself with something I could never have.

He ambled his way in a minute before the late bell rang, placing his book silently on the space next to me.

"Hello, Bella." He said politely. That's really what our relationship was-polite and nothing more. We were lab partners but didn't talk about anything besides that. It's sad really. I knew if Jessica was in my position she would be talking his ears off.

"Hi." I waved my hand like an idiot as he sat down, allowing me to take a good whiff of his cologne.

I guess Mr. Banner, our teacher, was feeling extremely lazy today, because he put in an educational movie, shut the lights and plopped down at his desk. With the darkened room , I was acutely aware of Edward. If I looked out of the corner of my eye I would see the silhouette of his strong jaw line, his soft hair and- oh my god he caught me looking. My cheeks enflamed, I quickly looked away, knowing that since it was me, he could probably see the heat in my face in the dark.

I know it was cowardly, but I filled out my pass and excused myself to the bathroom, needing fresh air. Air that didn't surround Edward.

I splashed some water on my face and then dried it with a towel, looking in a filthy mirror that reflected my boring face back at me. I observed that there were no imperfections in my hair, for once. Another boom of thunder clapped above the school, making it sound like the earth was splitting open. That had me scurrying back to the classroom.

As I made my way past the gymnasium, the lights overhead began to flicker, and I picked up the pace. I wasn't really a fan of being alone in a creepy looking hallway.

The lights went out just as I opened the wooden biology door. Girly screams can be heard throughout the building, some of them occurring in this room. Lightening illuminated everyone's faces for a quick moment, and I sought out Edward's. He looked calm and collected as usual. The thunder that followed was the loudest, most frightening one I have ever heard. I jerked and my back hit the brick wall. I think I'll just hang out here for a bit… just until the lights are turned back on. It was pitch black, the closed shades not offering any light to come in from outside. I waved my hand in front of my face, unable to see. My seat was right near the door, but I didn't want to be persuading myself to jump into Edward's arms for comfort. Also, there was a good chance I would trip on my way over.

"Everyone stay calm." Mr. Banner said firmly. That was probably directed at the pathetic, squealing girls.

An announcement came over the loud speaker. "Due to the weather, our power was temporarily shut down. But, our generators have replenished everything. All everyone has to do now is turn everything back on. So, flick those light switches, people. Thank you for attention." Our principal clicked off.

"Edward, get the lights, if you please." Mr. Banner ordered.

"Of course." He replied, his chair squeaking against the linoleum floor as it was pushed back. I could have done it, I was right by the light switch, but it was too late now, I didn't want to risk our hands touching or something.

I heard his light footsteps as he came within an inch of my body. My breathing stopped.

It all happened very quickly. I assume he had his hands out, searching for a solid wall so he can then turn on the lights, because I unpredictably felt his hands placed over my chest. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, if I wasn't so mortified I'm sure I would have shuddered from the tingling sensation. I felt his hands jerk back and heard myself gasp.

A moment later I heard a soft click and my wide eyes and red cheeks were basked in the harsh, fluorescent lights. His eyes ran over my face, and darted to my chest before he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. Without a word he returned to his seat, face an indescribable mask. I slowly took my seat next to him, legs quaking. When I spared a short peek at him I was stunned to see the tips of his ears red and cheeks slightly pink.

Edward Cullen was embarrassed. Now that's something I've never witnessed before.

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