"Bella! Get up!"

I groaned and rolled over on my couch. Then my eyes snapped open, a habit that had formed from over a year of adrenaline filled mornings. This was one of the few mornings that I didn't have to sneak someone out of the house.

"BELLA MARIE SWAN! I'M NOT HAVING THIS FIGHT WITH YOU AGAIN; GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!!!"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm up!" I called downstairs.

I gave a wide yawn and went to pick through my closet for something to wear today. I glanced at some jeans disdainfully; they covered a little too much up. I looked out the window and saw there was some sun shining weakly through the fog. It was close enough to 'warm'.

I grabbed a pair of short black shorts, and a tiny tube top that would show of my belly ring. Not that my mom could object; she wasn't here. And my dad.... well he wouldn't exactly find out.

I chuckled, imagining the expression on my brother's face when I got to school.

He always hated that his sister practically had a waiting list to get a date. Of course, Tyler being my brother had always helped. The bad boy's younger sister shows up to school with a rebellious attitude, and a knack for getting into trouble... Well, I was instantly popular. I was very talented, I loved to sing, and was a great dancer. I was an honor student without ever having to try, and was the first choice for a partner in anything from football to Biology. I was that girl that everyone wanted to be. I was confident, pretty, athletic, smart, and always had a pocket full of cash.

I could have any guy in the town I wanted... except for the one who didn't want me.

Two weeks ago a new family had moved into our school. I immediately began flirting with them and set my two best friends up. But there was Edward. He was my age and seemed completely immune to anything I did. And it pissed me off.

That was why I didn't have anyone sleeping over tonight. I had literally become obsessed with capturing Edward's attention. But it wasn't just because he simply refused to notice me that I wanted him. It was just who he was. He was simply...Edward. He wasn't trying to be anyone else, and he just moved to the beat of his own drum. His hair looked like it had never seen a comb, but I loved it. And I had never stared into greener eyes than his.

I sighed, irritated and climbed out my third floor window. There was already a car waiting out front. This was my favorite car ever to be picked up in. It was a classic; a sleek black 1964 Chevy Impala with white racing stripes and red leather interior. I also loved it because the person who picked me up had no interest in me whatsoever because he was my best friend.

I slid down the slippery roof and grabbed a flexible branch that hung over the house.

"You're going to kill yourself one day by doing that," Nick complained as I landed.

"Whatever, Nicky-boo. My luck won't run out before I move into a house where I can actually walk out my own front door," I told him as I climbed into the car.

He rolled his eyes at my nickname for him. "I hate your luck," he grumbled.

He was referring to my insane luck. I was a junior in high school now, and I had drank more than most highschoolers, and never once had a hangover. I had also frequently had someone sleep over in my room, unknown to my father of course, and had never been caught.

"Are you my only passenger this morning?" Nick asked, mockingly shocked. "Did they sneak out in the early hours of the morning? I'm sad that I missed them."

"Can it Nick," I shot at him. "I'm not a complete whore."

He rolled his eyes. This was one of my famous sayings. My other favorite was 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do!'. I liked it because it didn't limit people very much.

Nick gave me an exasperated look as he hit a red light. "You know very well you won't ever catch me saying that."

"Catch being the key word," I replied.

Nick laughed freely. "Hey, the fogs clearing up," he commented.

I looked out the window. Big mistake. We had just pulled into the parking lot, and there was a group of students crowded around two kids fighting in the parking lot. I recognized my brother in the fight. "Shit," I muttered as I climbed out of the car.

I stormed over to the fight, trying my hardest to look like an angry kitten because I knew that an upset girl was the easiest was to clear up a fight. "Jake!" I called in my best about-to-cry voice. I hated Jake, but he had a huge crush on me and I wanted Tyler to get in a good punch before the fight ended.

Jake turned and was knocked out by my brother. I smiled smugly, assuming I was no longer needed, and turned to leave.

I was instantly hit by a hard fist that knocked me to the ground. The last thing I heard was a furious roar from one of the bystanders.