Author's Note: Hey guys! So my name is Isis and I'll be writing this series called 'Collision', and its going to be entwining around the life of our beloved Renesmee, when she's all grown up at age 17. SORRY I know nobody reads this shit so I'll shut up and get on with the writing already. Hehe.

Renesmee's P.O.V.:

"Whoa, who's THAT?"

"Who does she think she is?"

"Oh, wow. She's so pretty."

"I think she needs to get the hell out of my school."

All these voices filled my mind as I slid down the warm, sunny hallway of my new high school, West Sylvan High, in Portland, Oregon.

I could've glared at the origins of these negative vibes, but I decided not to. Instead, I fixed my gaze on a random poster at the end of the hall. It was working, too, because I lost interest in everything else—

"OOMPH!"

I felt myself tumble, and fall on the black tiled floor. No harm was done, luckily, but I ignored that for a brief moment as I looked up to the being I had stupidly decided to crash into.

It was a boy; very tall, probably around 6'2. What luck! I could never find any decent guys who were taller than the 5'8 freak. His hair was a little long, but not long enough to be put in a ponytail, -whew-. It was a little poofy, but flipped out a bit in all the right places. It was dark, as well. So was his skin. It could've been mistaken as a really dark tan… no. It was far too natural to be a tan.

His clothes.

He wore a tight black shirt, showing off his muscles, and baggy, faded jeans.

'Oh, shut those thoughts up, Renesmee'. I scolded myself subconsciously, realizing how long I had been sitting on the floor just gazing at him like some mesmerized fish.

"Hey, watch where you're going, will you?" he said sternly, but nonetheless helping me up, studying me faster than I could tell.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

'Shit.'

I had put an image of him and me, holding hands, in his mind. Stupid abilities. I could never control them in situations like these.

He shrugged it off, trying to forget as he continued, "You're new. I can tell. Usually, in Portland, we don't focus on something at the end of the halls and stare." He joked, chuckling under his breath.

I snatched my hand away, brushing the front of my shirt in case there was any dirt or unnecessary items that could've caught on.

"Sorry. And I can tell you're the one who makes all the bad jokes?" I stifled a giggle.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway. "Sure, whatever you say." And without another word, he trudged past me, on his way.

I sighed heavily, entering a large white classroom, practically contrasting with the dark-ish halls. A young woman sat at the desk up at the front. I almost gaped in shock. If I knew any better, she could've been a student here because she looked so young and pretty. But then I noticed how she was dressed, and that she had a few TINY wrinkles here and there.

"Hi, my name is Ness… I'm the new student. I transferred here from Forks." I let it all out in one go instead of breaking it down like I usually would.

Mystery Boy's P.O.V. (you see, readers, I will sometimes write this in various POV's)

MAN, that was some crash. Oh, wow. Am I lucky I crashed into that young lady. She's HOT.

Brown hair… fair length… oh, gross. She smelled like a… hm. Never mind…

CHRIST her skin was like, flawless. Whoa. Sparkly? NO, that's not manly. Um… it's nice? I don't know. Her eyes looked odd. But at the same time so, so pretty. And those cheeks! That can't be blush. It looked too natural…

"Mr. Gray? Care to explain what you're mumbling about back there?" Mr. Matthews interrupted me.

"Oh, sorry Mr. M. I was just mumbling about some girl I crashed into earlier this morning." I said coolly, watching the whole class chuckle with me while Mr. Matthews only glared.

"I prefer you wouldn't be a wise-mouth in my class, Mr. Gray. Learn to respect your elders more." He snapped, and then continued with his lesson as my friend, Joseph, leaned in from his seat that sat only about a meter away.

"So… were you serious?"

"What?"

"About that girl."

"Oh… right! Her. She was pretty cute, man. I didn't really know how to talk to her."

"What did you say?"

"I cracked a joke and I think I was a little harsh on her, because she returned the joke with a snider one."

Joseph smirked, shaking his head at me. "Smooth."

Ness's P.O.V.

Periods 1-3 were over, and it was finally lunch. This was so typical; new girl, no friends, full lunch tables, everyone stares.

"Hey!" a bubbly voice piped up from behind me. I turned to face a miniscule girl who reminded me so much of Alice, only human. Her hair had that familiar flip like Alice's, and her face was so bright and adorable.

I looked around me, checking to see if she was talking to someone else.

Nope.

"No, silly. I was talking to you!" she chuckled. I raised an eyebrow, but smiled as best I could.

"My name is Dahlia," she continued, "and my friends and I wanted to invite you to come sit with us. We like, always take in new kids." She joked. I shrugged a 'yes', and followed her to a table that­–

Oh, lovely.

It was in the direct sunlight. Perfect.

I slid into a chair that avoided the light as much as possible, facing my –hopefully- new friends.

Dahlia introduced me to the other 4 who sat around the table with her; Mila, Carlson, Jared, Faye and Andrew.

"My name is Renesmee. Ness, for short." I said, introducing myself as best I could. I was never fond of Nessie once I hit age 14, and so I went by Ness afterwards.

"Such a pretty name!" Mila exclaimed, her lovely face smiling at me. I blushed a thank you.

But then, I noticed him.

Across the crowded lunchroom, the mystery boy I had crashed into earlier sat with his group of friends, staring straight back at me.

Mystery Boy's P.O.V.

I plopped down on my seat in the lunchroom seconds after I managed to buy a sandwich and water in record time.

"Hey, man. That's a small lunch you got right there." My other friend, Dalton, observed, staring at the abnormally small lunch I had bought.

"Eh. I wasn't that hungry in the first place to be honest." I shrugged, letting my eyes wander around the lunchroom, until I saw her.

It was that girl, staring at me with that perfect face of hers. She quickly looked away when she noticed that I had been staring too.

Idiot.

Ending Note:

Heh. Apologies that it was so short.

BLAH, I forgot about my tennis lesson today. Mom will kill me! xD

Hope you all liked the first chapter. Please review, but no mean comments please! (:

Thanks!

Isis xx