AN: Hey guys! Here is the first chapter of my second fanfic. I only got one review on my first story. One. I guess it was because it was kind of short. Well, I'll do a better job on this one.

Oh and thank you so much TwihardTwilighter!! You were the one review for that fanfic! LOL.

Bella POV

I waited impatiently by his locker. Two more seconds. !!! I ran to my next class. Drrring, the bell sounded. I almost tripped over a pen as I sat down in my desk.

"Crap," I mumbled. Mr. Banner had his back to the class. I prayed he hadn't noticed my absence.

"Ms. Swan?" Uh-oh. I knew that tone. "This is your third time being tardy to class. Detention after school for 45 minutes. Understood?"

I nodded and sighed. Mike Newton had done it to me again.

* * *

"What the heck, Bella?!" Jessica Stanley, my best friend, screeched. We were in my room and I was writing a break-up letter to Mike until she'd snatched it from me, read it, and now was trying to yell some sense into me.

"My decision is final, Jess. I won't be treated this way," I said as I flopped down on my bed. "Today was our six-month anniversary and he failed to meet me at his locker as planned."

"That was one ti-"

"He's been hanging out with Eric and Tyler all week and we haven't gone out in a month."

Jessica closed her mouth, then opened it again, then closed it in defeat. She didn't have anything to defend him with. "You and Mike were so perfect."

"Whatever."

"He was your first boyfriend."

"Whatever."

She pouted. I kicked her out. I needed time to think to myself. I was going to break-up with him in person. Mike Newton was now my ex-boy friend, in my mind, anyway.

* * *

That was back in high school. Forks, Washington. I knew everyone there. It was home. That fact allowed me to be confident. I became a lot more serious about my future in my junior year. I wasn't as into dating anymore. The side of me that was shy with strangers was now dominant. I didn't mind. I was now twenty-four years old, had a pretty well-furnished apartment, and was a college English professor.

My black tea boiled over on the stove. I gasped as I turned down the gas. I had to stop thinking about the old days. I looked around my living space as I cleaned up. It looked pretty nice thanks to my best friend, Alice, who was a fashion designer. She would've been good at interior designing, too.

After I graduated high school, Jessica and I were pretty distant from each other. She left for UCLA and I for the University of Washington. I met Alice at college. We had been roommates, strangely enough, since we'd been taking very different classes from each other's. She became my true best friend. I realized Jessica had used me. She started going out with Mike as soon as I'd broken up with him. She was only disapproving my break up because she wanted me to think she was my friend. Come to think of it, she used to treat our other friends Lauren and Angela a little unfairly, too. Whatever, I thought. I was very lucky to have Alice.

"Knock, knock!" Alice trilled on the other side of my apartment door.

I laughed. "Come on in, pixie."'

She was wearing a short sundress that went down to the middle of her thighs. I don't think I could ever dress up like she did.

"What are you sitting around here for?" she asked, scrunching her eyebrows together. "Call up Rosalie and we'll be off on our girls' night!" She bounced in excitement.

Rosalie was my sister. We were the exact opposites of each other. She was tall, gorgeous, and blonde and I was a short, average-looking brunette. I don't think anyone thought we were related when we went out. She and I shared this apartment together, but mostly Alice and I made it home since she was always busy with her modeling job. I was lucky they let her work in Seattle, not that I couldn't afford to live by myself. It was just a lot nicer to have family with me.

"Okay, I'll call her," I said, grabbing my gold LG Shine off the table, "but I doubt she'll be able to make it tonight."

The phone rang four times before she picked up. "Hello?" she said. There were some people talking in the background.

"Hey, Rose. Where are you? Alice and I want to have a girls' night," I said sounding weary. I didn't enjoy doing girly things, but being with Alice made me a little less annoyed with it. I put the phone on speaker.

"I'm still at the photo shoot, but I'm done. I'm heading towards my BMW right now. I'll meet you at home. Whose car are we taking?"

Alice thought for a moment, and then said, "Bella's. We are totally taking Bella's."

Rosalie laughed. "Okay," she said.

She'd laughed because she knew why Alice had said we'd take my car. Alice was

always had something different in mind when we went out. If we were just out to have a good time, we'd take her yellow Porsche. If we were out to impress someone, we'd take Rose's white BMW convertible. If we were out to impress boys, we'd take my Ferrari 599. Yes, a Ferrari. It was a sweet 16 present from our cousin, Jasper. He is a filthy rich celebrity psychological therapist. How he got to be a celebrity therapist I'll never know. I put my black tea in the fridge for later, even if it was going to taste bad.

Rosalie was at the door and we were in my Ferrari faster then I could say 'hot red car'. Alice tossed my car keys at me and declared, "To my big brother's place!"

I laughed. "Why?"

"Because….there are people there we all need to meet." She said mischievously.

Rosalie and I looked at each other and shrugged. I put the keys in ignition. To Emmett's place it was.

AN: There! How'd you like it? I'm a 13-year-old writing about adult life! Cut me some slack! Haha. I want at least three reviews to continue, please! Bella's car and phone are on my profile for people who like visuals. Oh yeah, and this story is all human. Next chapter, the guys make an entrance! Duh! They are going to Emmett's. REVIEW:D