I am pretty sure this will be the 29th Bella/OC fiction to be on this site and I think it will be a good one! I promised a new Bella/OC story and it took a while but here is the first chapter. It is long because it's an introduction but enjoy. It will get good. Angst, drama, romance, comedy, etc.

Disclaimers: Twilight is not mine. Kumi-Chan's trying something new. (See what I did there)


Chapter 1: Chinese New Year

I remember when I first moved to Forks. It was to get away from Phoenix for a while―my mother had her new boyfriend that she married named Phil Dywer and just as he was rich, they liked to travel a lot.

I questioned myself on how I'd die on my ride to my childhood home in Forks.

And now as I made my way to my new home in Danville, California... I couldn't help but question myself all the same.

With Forks came staring out the window and only seeing green. Lush forests and trees for miles―open roads.

With Danville came staring at a world passing me by; a world filled with many people walking on the streets and sidewalks, even more green, and... civilization. Something I felt like I hadn't seen in years.

There was a reason I was locating from Forks to Danville―him.

The conversation with my father played out in my head over and over like it happened yesterday―in fact, it actually did happen yesterday.

TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange urches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

CHARLIE'S FIST CAME DOWN ON THE TABLE. "THAT'S IT, Bella! I'm sending you home."

I looked up from my cereal, which I was pondering rather than eating, and stared at Charlie in shock. I hadn't been following the conversation―actually, I hadn't been aware that we were having a conversationand I wasn't sure what he meant.

"I am home," I mumbled, confused.

"I'm sending you to Renée, to... where ever the hell she's at right now," he clarified.

Charlie watched with exasperation as I slowly grasped the meaning of his words.

"What did I do?" I felt my face crumple. It was so unfair. My behavior had been above reproach for the past two months. After that first week, which neither of us ever mentioned, I hadn't missed a day of school or work. Even with hanging out with Jacob and us having problems as a whole. My grades stayed perfect. I never broke curfew, never went anywhere after issues with Jake, in order to break curfew in the first place. I only very rarely served leftovers.

Charlie was scowling.

"You didn't do anything. That's the problem. You never do anything."

"You want me to get into trouble?" I wondered, my eyebrows pulling together in mystification. I made an effort to pay attention. It wasn't easy. I was so used to tuning everything out, my ears felt stopped up.

"Trouble would be better than this... this moping around all the time!"

That stung a bit. I'd been careful to avoid all forms of moroseness, moping included.

"I am not moping around."

"Wrong word," he grudgingly conceded. "Moping would be better that would be doing something. But you're just... lifeless, Bella. I think that's the word I want."

This accusation struck home. I sighed and tried to put some animation into my response.

"I'm sorry, Dad." My apology sounded a little flat, even to me. I'd thought I'd been fooling him. Keeping Charlie from suffering was the whole point of all this effort. How depressing to think that the effort had been wasted.

"I don't want you to apologize."

I let out a heavy sigh. "Then tell me what you do want me to do."

"Bella," he hesitated, scrutinizing my reaction to his next words. "Honey, you're not the first person to go through this kind of thing twice, you know."

"I know that." My accompanying grimace was limp and unimpressive.

"Listen, honey. I think that maybe you need some help."

"Help?"

He paused, searching for the words again. "When your mother left," he began, frowning, "and took you with her." He inhaled deeply. "Well, that was a really bad time for me."

"I know, Dad," I mumbled.

"But I handled it," he pointed out. "Honey, you're not handling it. I waited, I hoped it would get better. And it did for that one month, but for the life of me, I have no idea how you could warm up to being so happy down there in La Push with Jacob and then suddenly go back to how you were before." He stared at me and I looked down quickly. "I think we both know it's not getting better for you here."

"I'm fine." If I kept telling myself that lie, then eventually I would start believing it.

Charlie narrowed his eyes, saying with a little bite in his gruff tone, "You're not fine."

"I am." Lie. "I really am."

If I said it before I went to bed every night... if people would just stop looking... if he would just come back and love me all over again...

"No, you are not." Charlie's face was beginning to become red... his eyes were suddenly bloodshot and his fingers would drum on the small wooden table and then clench tightly into fists. I had never seen him mad. I had never seen this side of my fatherupset. He was clearly upset with what was going on... but still―he needed to know that it was okay. He needed to know that I was fine. My façade had depth and meaning. I lived only to keep him happy―which I was clearly lousy at doing.

I breathed out a shaky sigh, pinching my temples. I was going to say and live these words one more time. "Charlie, I am fine―"

"Damn it!" he suddenly shouted, causing me to wince at the anger laced in his tone. Charlie was quick on his feet, circling around the table. Before I recovered from the blow of him yelling at me or even knew what was going on, I was yanked from my seat and dragged out into the small living room, in front of a mirror that was hung on the wall just a couple of days agohis attempts to 'spice up the house'. "Look at yourself!"

I'm starting to think the only reason this mirror was hanging on the wall was to break me.

I looked. I really looked.

"Who is she? Who is this girl?" Charlie questioned, his tone hysterical as his angered and grimacing face stared at the stranger's reflection right next to his.

"I-It's me" I attempted to smile, but failed. Imagine looking into a mirror while smiling, but only seeing your reflection frown back.

"This is what the old you left behind, Bells." Charlie pointed to my hollow cheeks and dark eyes; the purple circles surrounding the doe-eyes I used to have. The lost complexion. Utter pain and anguish behind these eyes... forever etched in this girl's once beautiful face. "This isn't my daughter. This isn't the Isabella Marie Swan I dreamed of seeing after all these years or the Isabella I paid a good couple of hundred for a damn plane ticket to get you back to me. You're not... you're not my Bells. You're a former shell."

I hadn't realized that hot, steaming tears were slowly falling from my eyes. Hitting the tip of my shoes and staining the wood tiles underneath our feet. Rolling down my cheeks.

"And it's all because" he started to say, but I cut him off, snapping my eyes shut and covering my ears with my hands.

I was sobbing now. A hard sobbing mess and I couldn't stop crying. I felt like the world was collapsing on top of me. I felt the pent up tension rip a hole in the lower depths of my abdomen. And as for my broken heart? Crushed into tinier pieces. "D-Don't say it, p-please." I sobbed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just don't..."

He braced himself and held out a hand, preventing me from running away. Charlie exhaled deeply, before making the effort to pry my hands from my ears. "Edward. Cullen." He said slowly, the name of my former boyfriend that wanted me to know that he didn't exist in this worldmy world.

"See, I said it Bells." He whispered softly as I wept. "And did you die? Are you dead?"

It hurt to hear his name. It hurt to imagine him and I sitting on the couch behind me reflected in the mirror. It hurt to know that Charlie was actually warming up to him until four mouths ago. And it hurt most know that I didn't die once I heard his name. It wasn't how I imagined it.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I mouthed a, "No..."

"Now can you please pack your things and put on a real happy face for your old man and your mother?" He grabbed a hold of my shoulders and pulled me into a warm, fatherly hug. Something he never did.

I realized, no matter how much it hurt... how much pain I felt... the world didn't stop for me. It went on. And him and his family probably did, too. I hugged my father back with all the strength I had.

I murmured, agreeing. I didn't want to leave Charlie alone in Forks... But I had to. Like the world moved on and they moved on... I had to, too. "... okay."

"Bella?" Phil brought me back to reality.

I stared out the window as he pulled up a cobblestone street that stretched out onto a hill as the silver Range Rover drove at a constant speed. "Oh, sorry, Phil..." I say, glancing at him briefly before mustering a small smile. "My mind drifted off for a second there."

He laughed shortly, nodding. "It's okay, really. We... your mother and I... we just really want you to be happy here." His blue eyes squinted at the glint from he sun.

Phil went on explaining how him and my mother wished for me to be happy. While I agreed to make the journey from Forks to Danville... I wasn't too optimistic. It would be a whole new environment―but of course, as I promised to Charlie before he allowed me to get on the plane, I would try something new. New city, new life. He tried to smile while saying that but I could tell he was either angry at the fact that he had this much of an affect on me or sad to see me go. He was a worried father, and I didn't blame him. I was worried for myself and my mental stability.

Danville, California was a big town, population to nearly 43,341people―now 43,341.5 since I felt like half the person I was before―with the motto of "small town atmosphere, outstanding quality of life". It was cloudy today. But I could see the sun. It was however, a bit comforting to be back in civilization with tall buildings and many different people who all didn't know each other because their parents knew their parents' parents. And after being in dreary Forks for so long, one could only hope... that these clouds cleared up and it stayed sunny around here. I'd hate to run into a family of seven, golden eyed vampires... who are you kidding, Bella? You'd love that. Otherwise you'd stop calling a disconnected phone and sending unresponsive emails to them.

"It's a big town, but sort of like a small city and your mother has exquisite taste so if either of us overstep your luxuriant-boundaries please, just―"

"Sorry to interrupt you, Phil... but is that the house?!" I was flabbergasted, pointing to the extravagant landform that lay out before us and actually smiled genuinely at the dark blush gracing his middle-aged face. The Range Rover halted to a smooth stop as we pulled and parked into the drive way of said house. Not just any house―a posh home. Comparable to theirs. It was big.

He nodded once. "Did I say exquisite? I meant expensive."

"I can't believe... wow." I un-buckled my seatbelt and slowly got out of the car, eying each aspect. "It's... beautiful."

The home―my new home―was astounding. Grey, white and dark blue were the color schemes; white window panes, grey bricks and dark blue cedar. The house was a one-story, contemporary home that rested atop of this hill. Surrounded by thick forest and two other large, marvelous homes. My mother and Phil must have had few friends. Only three houses rested on the hill, that being my new home, a neighbor's and an empty house that was just as beautiful. The For Sale sign plastered in bold red letters placed on the beautiful lawn of a cobblestoned patio. Ours was half glass and half masonry bricks that settled into specific patterns like the home had been built on just the whim of art. It was a big and lavish house; the large windows covered with expensive, silk-looking drapes. I could only imagine the inside.

"Wait, until you see the patio and backyard." I heard him sigh as he exited the car, admiring over the home, himself.

"I'm guessing it's even bigger from what I'm seeing so far." I held my expectations high. The marbled slab stones leading up to the two cedar doors with gilded knobs gave way to that. My mother Renée was a wild card. Back in Phoenix, the house was nice but not to this extent.

"Five beds and baths, cherrywood floors, stainless steel appliances... Renée really did it picking this one. Not that it's a bad thing." Phil noted.

"It's beautiful..." I say almost breathlessly... it was extravagant enough to remind me of their home.

"Very." Phil commented quietly. He jiggled the keys and with a smile proceeded to go to the trunk of the car to unload the few bags of belongings that I brought along with me.

I ball my hands into fists and stuff them in the pockets of my sweater. It was starting to happen again... I was thinking back to them―their house. The smell of cinnamon coming from the kitchen; freesia, roses, lavender...

Thankfully, before I could go back too deep and become a mess again... the door swung open and my mother stood before me. Renée had let her wavy, brunette hair grow a little past her shoulders, and looked a little plump? I don't know if that was the word to describe her. The plumpness only grew on her stomach; other than that, every else was the same. And as Phil stated, she had grown to have expensive taste, so there was the possibility of eating steak every night which could have caused that. Mom wore a tight, red polka-dotted bikini, one of those big straw hats, matching red wedges and a shimmering, pink robe. She had one of those fancy coke bottles in her hand, full of the bubbly soda.

"Bella?!" Renée exclaimed, her blue eyes widened.

I give her a small smile. And wave, feeling awkward. "Hi, mom..."

"Bella! My Bella!" She cheered, jumping up and down with joy, all the while her coke cola splashed from the glass bottle. She dropped it on the porch―surprisingly not breaking it in the process―and ran over to me, engulfing me in a spirit-crushing hug. "Oh, sweetie! It's been forever!"

"It's only been a couple months, mom."

"Honey, a couple of months, living in such a big house with only a man and no children is considered to be forever." She marveled breaking the hug, to get a good look at me. "How are you feeling? I mean, because Charlie he told me about Edward, sweetie."

I guess she felt me flinch, because immediately her happy face full of many laugh lines scrunched up and she was frowning just like I was.

"Mom..." I sighed, as she pulled me into another hug. This one being comforting. It was what I needed. A hug from my mother. No doubt being around her bubbly attitude would do me good―I needed to be surrounded by happiness. The bedroom walls were my old friends. And with the presence of my mother who was like a child on Christmas morning every day... that would change. No matter if the bedroom walls were there from beginning to end.

"Oh, Bella..."

"I'm fine, honestly... dad wanted me to come here to clear my head and find something new. So..." I trailed off. My eyes pricked with little tears, but once she let me go, I quickly blinked them away. And gestured to myself with a hand. "Here I am. New me. New Bella. Starting today."

I hoped.

"Eep!" She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, which made me snicker for once.

"Mom, did you just eep?"

"I did, Bella. I did. I'm just so excited to have you back!" Renée's enthusiasm should have been used to fuel other's happiness. Mom hooked her arm around mine and we proceeded to approach the house again.

"There's so much to do, so much to discuss―shopping! We have to get you shopping for a new wardrobe. None of that jeans and t-shirt stuff you wear on the daily, now. And your school! Tomorrow before shopping, we'll go check out the local schools. . ." She went on while I glanced at the dirty Converse sneakers, sweater and faded jeans with a grimace on my face.

"What's wrong with what I wear now?" I raised eyebrows.

Seriously? What was wrong with dressing casually? I didn't need designer clothes or the finest, tailored silk to be happy―I needed...

Mom beamed, pointing a finger at me as we stepped inside the beautiful home. "New you, new clothes!"

I was starting to regret letting Charlie give me that motto to live up to, now.

It would be new everything, wouldn't it?

The cedar front doors shut behind us and Phil placed my suit case and duffle on the cherry wood floors. He kissed my mom on the lips and shook his head. "Honey, you waste all your coke on the porch..."

"We'll just have the maid clean it, Phil." She waved him off with a smile.

I let her arm go and gawked at the vast living room area.

"All of this and a maid?" I scoffed, my eyes jumping around the huge living space with the vaulted ceilings. Half walls were painted in a beautiful créme color, contrasting with the shiny, cherrywood tiles and the other half colored deep maroon broke off into the kitchen that was separated by cremé columns and connected to the living room. I wandered down the three-steps that led to the area and up the other three that led into the kitchen. I stopped and I think... my mouth dropped. My mother was no chef. She experimented in cooking and loved the little kitchen we had back in Pheonix. But this? It was nothing short of a chef's dream, complete with real marble countertops, sleek and steel appliances, then a cooktop and oven that looked huge enough to cook several meals at once.

In the far corner lay a nice, glass table big enough for five people to sit. Behind the table were the glass sliding doors that revealed the magnificence of a patio and backyard that Phil was talking about. Paradise. Granite and cobble stone designed floors, a glimmering pool, many beautiful flowers and a green garden, right down to the glass and marble patio table and chairs set just perfectly so that the sun wasn't too blinding and that there was a gorgeous view of the forest and hilltops settled off into the distance. Did I forget to mention the giant Sycamore tree complete with a swing set under it? Paradise.

"We don't have a maid." Phil said, bringing my attention back to the family behind me.

Mom beamed again, "Then we should hire one!"

"Mom..."

Phil and I say at the same time.

"Renée..."

"Sorry, sorry! It's just," she waved a hand, slipping the straw hat off of her head. "Bella, I'm so, so happy! You don't understand... I must be such a wreck with all this planning and the baby―"

I stood awkwardly in the kitchen, chewing my bottom lip. I don't think I heard right.

"Mom, back up... baby?"

"Oh! All this excitement and I forgot to tell you..."

"I'm pregnant now." She walked down the steps and placed a hand over her bump―so it wasn't growing body fat, it was a baby.

"We hope it doesn't come as a shock." Phil quickly interjected once he noticed the look of shock on my face.

"I'm going to be a sister." I said to more to myself than to them. New house. New family.

There was a stagnant silence before Renée gave me her signature crooked grin that showed the prominent age on her face and laugh lines, then grabbed my hand. She led me back up the steps and down the dark hall.

"A happy sister! Now come on, I'll show you to your room."

The first, cedar door with a metallic colored, gilded knob was opened and we walked inside. My mom held out her hands like one of those models on the television trying to sell something.

"... it's pink."

"The interior decorator said pink is in."

"Pink is disgusting." I grimaced.

"Pink is your new room, Bella!" Mom exclaimed, bouncing up and down.

The room was huge with a big beautiful window and deck right off of it. And there was a built-in bookshelf that I could imagine being topped and filled with my favorites... the matching cherry-wood floors and step-up stairs leading to another door which I assumed to be a bathroom. But it was pink. Pink walls, pink king-sized bed, pink sheets, pink sheer curtains hanging from atop of the bed, pink silk curtains for the windows and pink dressers/nightstand tables. Pink all everything... disgusting. But the stupid new life motto...

"Well... New me―" I started to mutter with a dreaded tone, before she exclaimed much more happier about the statement,

"New room!"

"Thanks, mom... just... thanks." I hug her for the third time today. This one, I wanted.

"It's no problem, Bella. You deserve good things. And a good life. So when you're ready... we can talk about him." She whispered, suddenly smiling sympathetically.

"Yeah." I bit my bottom lip. "So, uh, mom... I guess I should call Jake now."

Her thin eyebrows furrowed and she looked at me. "Jake? What about Edw―"

I quickly state and draw the line, "Jacob is just a friend. A good one." I nod, looking at my dirty sneakers.

No doubt she'd toss these out since the motto was new everything.

New environment. New house. New room. New family. New people. New school. New town. New clothes. New shoes. New face... New heart... New Bella... New life...

It wasn't fair.

But I promised.

And would deal.

Try something new. The worst thing I ever could have agreed to.

Renée left me to my new room to call Jacob Black, my best friend from La Push, the small reservation that was just a fifteen minute drive from Forks.

We hadn't been on good speaking terms since he phased.

Phased as in shape-shifting into a gigantic wolf.

When and why did this happen?

It was beyond his control.

A month after they left, I began seeing Jacob as a distraction; a way to cope with the loss of losing what matter most to me, more than life. And along the way... it became something more. Something that held me together and thickened the once thin string that held my sanity in place. He became my sun. My personal sun. A person filled with so much positive energy, that it spread and radiated just from being around him. He wasn't a distraction anymore―he was my friend. A friend that I slowly began to like as more than a friend. But as soon as that glimmer of hope showed, is as fast as it diminished. That one little spark we felt for each other died and my chances at getting life back vanished. Because it happened.

First there was phasing.

Imprinting. Imprinting on some city girl all the way from New York who only visited the reservation on a tour once.

And telling me we couldn't see each other anymore because of her and that he was a danger to me.

At first I didn't understand, until going on a small journey to find our secret meadow that now was filled with dead flowers and brown grass... But it all came together when Laurent showed up, with a message from her. Victoria, James' furious mate set out to kill me. Jake rescued me before anything could even happen. And afterwards he apologized. And he spilled everything. Every secret of his tribe, the bond of imprints and whatever else that happened. Then said we could be friends.

Thought I'd get my happy ending even after that?

I winded up back where I started.

Pining, and depressed. And in denial. And wanting, aching, yearning, and still loving him. And his family.

So now, here I was. Sitting in a pink room. Staring at the blank cell phone screen.

I know I said I'd call Jake, but...

We're sorry.

The number you have dialed has been disconnected.

Please try your call again.

With a sigh, I kick off my sneakers. Wiggle my toes in my socks. Glance around the room. And let the tears fall.

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. .

"Wake up, Bella!" I groaned at the feeling of the soft mattress bouncing up and down along with my mother. Sometimes having a kid in an adult's body for a mother was... deafening.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I look for the clock that's not on the nightstand table―new house, I almost expected to wake up in my old room. "Mom! Its―" I couldn't even complain about how early it was when I didn't know the time. I grab one of the feathered pillows and cover it over my head, but groan when she stops bouncing on the bed and starts jumping, instead.

"Time to get up!"

"Come on, Bella." She plops! down beside me and smacks my bottom. "Phil's making blueberry waffles and they're to die for. And get ready, too! School picking and shopping after breakfast!"

Next was pulling the comforter blanket off of me. "Come on, move it, missy!"

With a sigh, I begrudgingly got out of bed and proceeded to get ready for the tedious day I had already anticipated and blueberry waffles made by Phil that were "to die for". Hopefully they'd kill me. Then maybe I'd be one step closer to them.

Scratch that thought.

New me. No thoughts of them.

After a regular teeth brushing, hair combing and hot shower, I dressed in my favorite pair of blue jeans, hoodie and same old converse. Mom grimaced when she saw me emerge from my pink room; probably at my choice of attire... but I might as well had basked in my old clothes since I knew this would be the last time wearing them while I'm here. She'd have to be content until we got to shopping―another thing I was dreading.

And then there was picking a new school.

As Danville was a city-like town... unlike Forks, this place did have options. There were three schools to choose from.

Public schools: Monte Vista or San Ramon Valley and private school: The Athenian.

At this point in time, I honestly didn't care what school I went to. It'd be new. That was all that mattered. I was half-way through my junior year and senior year should go faster than expected. Then afterwards, real world and hopefully moving on... no seeking them out.

"Ready?" Renée smiled as we buckled up in her shiny Prius.

I nod and muster a small grin. I can tell my eyes don't meet my smile because she frowns.

"Bella, I really wish you would have ate more than two bites." - "Were they not good? Did Phil use too many blueberries? Because if he did, I can make him use less..."

"Mom, it's fine. The blueberries were nice. I loved the waffles." It's just I haven't really given eating much thought. I was dealing. One night sleeping in a new bedroom in a new room in a new town would not make my depressing habits change. It took time. And I was going to give myself all that time... partially.

She pats my cheek. "Are you sure, sweetie? I mean, we can just eat―"

I interrupt her by turning on the radio with a smile. "Renée, it's okay." This upbeat song starts playing, which immediately switches the subject away from my mother's worrying about me and waffles with too much blueberries because now it's just my mother and I driving to the first school to check out and her singing horribly along.

And... as we reach the second stoplight, I sing along with her.

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"Okay, this is the last one, Bella―San Ramon Valley... Home of the Wolves." Renée chimes as we pull the car into an empty space. She does her impression of howling like a wolf which makes me laugh. Genuinely.

It was mid-noon and she was right. This was the last one to check out. I know I said I could care less for which school I went to, but I knew it wouldn't be The Athenian, which was a private college preparatory school and my choices weighed between the other and this one. Monte Vista was the complete stigma of tans, blonde hair and preppy people―not my style. And as for San Ramon Valley...

It looked to be a small school half maroon bricked like Forks High but then half decked with different colonial styled buildings. The school was shrouded by trees and a thin forest line and small mountains that cast off in the distance. There was an old marbled plaque chipped from age and covered in moss that said in green faded letters, Home of the Wolves. A statue of a small man-like wolf standing on its hind legs howling to the blue skies stood next to it. One could only hope...

"There's the principal right there!" She beeped the horn twice and waved with a bright smile on her face. The principal―a balding, short and fat man wearing a light blue button-down shirt with sweat stains under his arms due to the sweltering sun out today―waved back and approached the car with a toothy grin that showed his straight teeth.

"Good afternoon, Miss. Dywer?"

Mom rolled down the window and shook his hand. "Hi! Mrs. Dwyer." She flashed the ring on her finger with a giggle. Renée was so bubbly. Even to strangers. "We're so excited to see the school!" Speak for yourself―okay... I was a little anxious.

Maybe this whole new concept was getting to me.

Today proved that I could have happiness with this new environment. On the drive, while we sang horribly to songs that played on the radio, we got beeped at the red light by these tools in a black Hummer, offering to buy us breakfast. Mom was ecstatic when one of them asked who was the younger sister. But of course, she flashed the huge diamond ring on her finger and they sped off. And then after The Athenian tour, we went for a quick coffee. I completely hated coffee but the way Renée ordered it... let's just say that I'll be having a cup from that little cafe any day that I could.

"Bella! I'm going to go chat with the principal―explore around the campus and see if you like it!" Mom said, as we got out the car.

I watched her walk off down the brick pavement with the principal, Mr. Perky before sighing and leaning against the car.

I guess it was lunchtime for the students here; many of them were loitering around the front of the school, some looking at me, others not so much as even aware that I existed. It was kind of a relief. My first day at Forks―it wasn't my first day here, but at Forks, everyone and I mean everyone knew my name and who I was. If I could just be invisible here...

I started up the sidewalk and down the brick pavement, just looking around. Hands in my pockets, bottom lip tugged between my teeth, chocolate brown eyes aloof.

In Arizona, I never really fit in. In Forks, I kind of did. I had friends. I had another family. Here, in Danville... I had... what did I have?

So far... everyone looked insignificant. Like me. I guess I should smile about that.

With a sigh, I feel like I've seen enough. And as I turn around, I stop mid-way. And look at him. Not Edward... but... him.

As I was staring he suddenly jerked his head to move his hair; it caught the light and the golden gleam nearly blinded me. His hair itself was like spun gold, each thread falling perfectly, weaving together into thick, straight locks that framed his tanned face. Shoulder length, cascading into perfect little cuffs at the ends. He pulled a silver lighter from his pocket and lit the flame on what was in his other hand―a cigarette, I think. I watched him bring the cigarette to his lips―perfectly formed, parted slightly, his breath deeply inhaling, smoke moving in and out in steady streams of air―and his nose was straight and acquiline, smoke flowing out again. His fingers were long but strong looking, nails pink and smooth, with half moons near the cuticles. He slicked his golden hair back, those fingers roaming through each strand like it was silk. He looked up and I caught a flash of his eyes framed by tangled golden lashes before ducking my head and pretending to kick an imagination pebble on the ground.. Green eyes. Vibrant green eyes, aloof and looking right back at me. He exhaled more smoke.

I chewed my bottom lip. "I didn't know they allow you to smoke on campus..." I find myself suddenly saying. I look up, under the scrutiny of his eyes. "Is that marijuana?" I feel stupid for asking that question... or rather stupid for even speaking and not going back to the car like I should have.

Green Eyes blows out more smoke―it wasn't a cigarette. It smelled strong. That strong distinct smell. "I thought it was a cigarette..."

He does nothing but stare. And I can feel my face getting hotter each second. "You don't look like the type to smoke weedpotmarijuana..." I didn't know what term to use. He only looked. Said nothing but breathed in and breathed out. And shifted his jacket. "I-I mean with the leather jacket and all, it kind of reminds me of James Dean―Danny Zuko, you know from Grease―"

"I get the fucking point, girlie." His voice cut me off―it wasn't smooth and velvet like Edward's. But it was something. It was husky, lightly deep and raspy― his speech was slow. It sent chills down my spine when it shouldn't have. And the term girlie...

"My name's Isa―Bella. Just call me Bella." I stammered, looking down at my dirty sneakers and his scuffed combat boots―Doc Martin's.

"Hate to burst your bubble, sweetheart..." he dropped his rolled one on the pavement and crushed it with his boot. "But I honestly don't give a shit. And I clearly didn't ask for your name."

"Right." Paper cuts. "So, Home of the Wolves..."

His hands went in his pockets. His eye contact never ceasing to break from mine. "You're thinking about coming here?"

"W-Well, yeah... Renée―my mom... we, uh are checking out schools. I just moved here from Forks to get away from―" I was cut off again.

"Do me a favor, Isabella or Bella or flustered brunette chick... don't come here." Lemon juice in my paper cuts. Ouch.

"Wh-What?"

"Don't come here." He cocked his head in my direction. "School's already filled with ditzy city chicks thinking they can come and fuck shit up. Brunettes with emotional problems such as yourself."

Emotional problems?

Nonsense. I came... to get away. Since yesterday I've made effort... New me. New life. New everything. I was going to try something new. I promised. And wanted to live up to that... suddenly.

"I don't have―" I started but his voice towered over mine.

"Sweethart―"

But I found mine and corrected, "Bella."

He only smiled. His pink lips curved into a smug smile that I wanted to wipe off of his face. He was cocky. "Sweetcheeks, you were about to tell me―when I obviously don't care―that you left where ever you came from to get away from some bullshit dominating your life―"

I was but... "Those weren't going to be my exact words..."

Green Eyes laughed, shaking his head. He roamed his long fingers through his shoulder length, blonde hair. "Heh, I'll say they were pretty damn close."

"Yeah, but..." I shrug once and kick another imaginary rock. "I still wouldn't have said that it's dominating my life... because it's not."

"You're lying, girlie." He steps closer and my breath hitches. "And I can tell because I read people like a book."

For a moment all I do is stare into his green eyes―pale, emerald, light, dark... many different shades. He was mysterious. I gulp and take a step―stumble back and mumble, "You can read others... but not me, because I'm like... Macbeth or something challenging―not on your brain level." It was the best comeback I could come up with... I was no rhetorician.

"The pages on your face reads about an insecure, flustered little girlie that is currently getting on my last fucking nerve, who needs to know that she shouldn't come here―to this school. That it will eat her alive unless she womans up and becomes somebody other than a meager, little plaything." The word plaything rang in my head. It was what he said. I stood there in silence as he let out a yawn and stretched, his plain t-shirt underneath the leather jacket lifting up and revealing the tanned well-toned abs, muscles and hairs trailing from his belly button to down below.

There was tears pricking my eyes but a blush adorning my face.

"I've finished my smoke and the bell will ring in about―" He looked at his wrist as if he was checking the time on a watch and cue the bell ringing and students dispersing. "Oh, there it is! Now if you will excuse me..."

Green Eyes started walking away.

"Logan?!" A female voice thrilled from afar. We both looked to see an elderly woman approaching Green Eyes whose name was Logan. "Logan Briggs?! If that is you my 20/20 vision is seeing―you'll be in even more trouble, mister!"

Logan turned to face me and winked an eye. "internal suspension does call."

"And it's medicinal." He said. "You know, my weedpotmarijuana."

He snickered and proceeded to walk off into the direction of one of the buildings.

"Bella?!" I turned to see Renée looking around for me.

I waved an arm in the air and she smiled, as I joined to meet her. "Oh there you are, sweetie." She pat my back, whispering in a hushed tone, "Who was the boy you were talking to? He's a handso―"

"Asshole. The biggest one I've ever met." I cut her off. "More meaner than that old goat grams had out on the farm."

"Girls need a goat." She sighs, as we get in the car and buckle up.

We hadn't even pulled off yet and I already felt the immense headache coming on. "I need an asprin."

"Headache?"

I nod.

"We'll grab a bite to eat and go pick up some from a nearby store, 'kay?"

I nod again and lean my head on the window, looking out at the town passing us by.

"So did you decide which one you like?" She said after a while of silence.

Monte Vista, a school full of preppy students that would immediately have me ostracized for not participating in a cheerful sport like volleyball or tennis or for preferring to read over partying with the blondes. The Athenian, a preparatory college for grades 6-12, ensuring that I had a future...which I wasn't even so sure about at the moment. And lastly, San Ramon Valley... a school much like Forks, medium-sized in population, Home of the Wolves and one golden blonde, green-eyed, marijuana-smoking, cynical asshole who basically warned me not to attend the school and... actually kind-of, sort-of told me the truth about myself in a mean way that had me contemplating his words and my very life.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely." I find myself smiling at my decision.

"Monte Vista or San Ramon Valley or The Athenian?"

"San Ramon Valley." It was a confirmation. A confirmation that I'd attend this school and do what I've been supposed to be doing. Something New.

Plus, I wanted to see the look on Green Eyes'―Logan Briggs' face when I in fact did start to attend San Ramon Valley and it didn't eat me alive.


A/N:

Okay, this was the first chapter of what I have been working on for a while. A new Bella/OC story, set during New Moon with a few twists and a lot of turns. As far as I have imagined and written, I'm not sure about canon events but definitely will include the Cullens, a new Bella, Wolf Pack and etcetera.

This is rated M , will contain lemons/smut, violence, language and things considered disturbing, I guess. And this will be a great story, similar to Age in different ways. But completely different.

Thanks For Reading!

And please stay tooned for what I have coming up next.

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