I stared out the windows of the classroom as thick sheets of brackish drain water ran down the glass.

The leaves on the roof must have stained the water, it was brown. I sighed, taking in the surroundings—my desk, the teacher, the dirty rain water—Mike. I groaned internally. He leaned casually against my side of the desk. I didn't share it with anyone—thank the lord Mike already had a lab partner when I came to Forks three months ago.

Yeah, it was a dreary town. Scarcely populated, limited resources, but it was now where I called home, no matter how unwillingly. I only came here for Charlie. After Billy died, he needed someone and since Renee and Phil were going out on the road, I thought I may as well. I shuddered at the thought of Charlie living alone—although he had done so for seventeen years. I couldn't help but imagine the meals he had tried to create in the box of a kitchen at home. That box of a kitchen was now my sanctuary.

The faded yellow cabinets were so familiar to me now, I actually couldn't fathom a life without them. I frowned at myself. "Yo, Bella?" Mike waved a hand in front of my face. I flinched back and shook my head in a daze. "Sorry," I muttered sheepishly. "I've got my head in the clouds." Mike just looked at me. Glanced around then went back to talking about some football game he totally won—on the Xbox. I sighed and just stared blankly at his face. I smiled and nodded when I thought the times were appropriate.

This went on for at least ten minutes until the teacher finally started talking. For once I was relieved to have the class start.

I had already done this lab in Phoenix, this would be a cake walk...and it was.

Mike and his lab partner, Eric, were fumbling with the second slide of prophase when I had finished all eight slides.

I slouched down, grabbing my book bag and pulling my novel out. Wuthering Heights. I was up to the part when Heathcliff comes back when the bell rang. I made a glance back at Mike and Eric—not nearly finished—with a smug smile, I got up and fled into the bustling hallways of Forks high. I hadn't even reached my locker when I was tackled by Alice.

"Rawwrr!" she growled, amazingly able to sound disturbing, despite her pixie face. I made a mock expression of horror. "Ahh! Oh my god, it's—it's horrible!" I fake cried. She playfully slapped my arm. I grinned down at my best friend, she was short and petite, her black spiky hair making her look even more enchanted. She poked her tongue at me and started her combination on her locker. We stowed our books away and retreated to the crowded cafeteria. We sat at our usual table.

Alice had graciously accepted me into her group when I arrived earlier this year. Our table was occupied by Emmett Brandon—the burly football player and Alice's brother, Rosalie Hale—Emmett's girlfriend, Jasper—Alice's boyfriend and Rosalie's older brother, Jessica Stanley, Angela Webber and—sigh—Mike Newton.

There was a spare seat next to Jasper, which Alice flitted over to and another spare seat next to Mike. I gulped, swallowing my loathe and sat down. I tried to ignore his leering, glancing around the cafeteria instead, hoping he would give up and start flirting with Jessica. But he didn't. He even had the nerve to put his hand on my knee. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. I nonchalantly shook it off. "I'm going to get something to eat," I murmured, stalking off.

I chanced a peek back, and like I had planned, Mike turned to Jessica, who was more than happy. She flipped her hair and put her hand on Mike's shoulder. I rolled my eyes and continued to the line, buying a bottle of lemonade. I handed over the three dollars, vaguely aware that the lunch lady was glaring at my non-politeness.

I couldn't care, frankly. Dorothy, it said on her name badge. How cliché. Dorothy the lunch lady. I took my lemonade and started, hesitantly to my table.

I bit my lip, unsure whether or not to pick an empty table or go back to ours. Alice glanced at me, frowning. I shrugged. I also stupidly trusted my feet to get me across the level surface of the cafeteria floor. I tripped up, dropping my lemonade. "Dammnit!" I grumbled, sighing then running to catch it before it rolled out the door.

I encountered a pair of feet...in Nikes. I slowly raised my head. Holy mother. There was a boy standing right before me, the picture of perfection. From his chiselled jaw line, to his straight nose and sculpted lips. Then—last but in no god damn way least—his hair. It was a bronze colour, tousled but gelled into a careful array.

I gaped, unable to stand up right or make myself talk. I probably looked like a caveman. I almost expected myself to grunt, bash him on the head with my stick and drag him to my cave. Police Chief Swan would be exultant. I had forgotten about everyone in the room.

This boy must be new, I definitely would have remembered a fellow student like him. He bent down then, scooping up my lemonade bottle, handing it to me without a word, his face remaining blank. I stared as he brushed past me, I felt like I had been zapped. There must have been a lot of static in the air today. He strolled to the table in the corner, propped his feet up on the table, plugged his IPod ear buds in and ignored everyone else. His eyes—his eyes were a bright green shade.

I shuddered, not cold at all.

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