Rain, big shocker. When you live in a place like Forks, you don't get much weather other than rain. My first day of Forks High, and it's raining. Of course. I jumped out of bed and ran a brush through my hair. Putting on a black v-neck and some dark- wash jeans, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl. I put in some Fruit Loops and ate them dry. I slammed my bowl in the sink and ran out to my ancient red truck. I glanced at the clock. It was 7:20. Crap. I do not need this. I think, pushing the car to its limit. When I finally reach the school, I slid out of my truck, only to find myself face to face with a shockingly beautiful blonde haired boy. He looked at me with a cocky smile on his lips, saying nothing but, "You must be Bella. My name is Mike Newton. We've been expecting you."

"Excuse me?" I said with shock. Who exactly is "we"?

"Well, my brothers and I have been anticipating your arrival. We made a bet; they think that you'd turn down a date with me." As he was saying this, he was leaning in closer, making my heart flutter from the close proximity of such a beautiful creature. How could he be talking to boring old me? I mean, I'm nothing special.

"Oh. Um... yeah..." I stuttered, like the idiot I usually am. I mentally slapped myself for not saying anything wittier.

"So, would you be willing to go on a date this Saturday with me?"

Instantly I was cautious. I mean, what kind of a guy asks you on a date three minutes after you've met him? But, he was so gorgeous. Why does he make it so hard to concentrate?

"Maybe. But only if I decide that you're not a total creep." I said seriously.

He smiled impishly at me, then turned on his heel and walked toward the school. I stared after him, wondering how the hell he managed to walk so gracefully. Shaking my head, I started towards my first class, English.

When I got into the classroom, I introduced myself to the teacher and asked where I would be sitting. She pointed to a seat in the back of the class, next to a bronze-haired boy. I walked there slowly, drinking in his appearance. He looked muscular, with messy hair and an angular face. He looked up when he heard me approaching. When he saw me, a grin spread across his face. HE stuck his hand out to me.

"I'm Edward Mason," he said, his voice velvet-y smooth.

"B-Bella Swan." I stuttered. What is wrong with me, am I not able to form a coherent sentence today?

"It's very nice to meet you. I noticed that you have already met Mike Cullen. Not to seem like a jerk, but I would stay away from him if I were you." He said a warning tone in his voice.



I leaned forward, my curiosity had been piqued. "Why is that?" I asked, eager to hear the answer this strange boy had.

"He's a player. He thinks because he's gorgeous that people should worship the ground he walks on. His siblings are nice though. They're the only friends I've got here, anyway."

"Really? He seemed nice enough when I talked to him."

Before Edward could answer, I heard a deep voice behind me say, "I thought that I told you that if you ever set foot in Forks again, I would kill you Bella."

I froze in place. I knew that voice all too well. Ever so slowly, I spun around to face my worst nightmare.