Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Shiver, or Maximum Ride, I only own the characters I create.

Why do I feel this way?

Ella's POV

I woke up to the annoying sound of my alarm-clock blaring in my ear, but I woke quickly. Today was the first day of High School, I currently attend the school on the Reserve, in La Push. But I don't resemble any of the people here, I don't have black hair, but a light shade of brown. And my skin is pale, but I enjoy standing out.

I raced to the bathroom, it was a little after six, but I wanted to be at school by 7:30, I know there are going to be a swarm of kids trying to find their class-schedules, and I don't want to be one of them. My mom was already at work, so I had the house to myself. I got dressed quickly enough, and soon I was ready to walk out the door in my favorite jeans, an old t-shirt with a pop-tart in my hands and my hair thrown up into a lazy pony-tale, my usual first day of school attire.

The school was about a five minute walk from my house, so I didn't mind. When I walked out the door, it was still dark out, and it was my favorite time of the day. I inhaled the scent of the forest that surrounded La Push, thankful for the fresh scent which always seemed to calm me down no matter the situation.

I saw the school come into view after a few minutes of fanaticizing about the woods and the secrets it must hide. Once I arrived I saw a teacher opening the doors, when she saw me she looked surprised, most kids had to be drug out of bed, but me I arrived on my own will and early as well. She smiled at me gently, welcoming me inside,

"Hi, I'm Miss Highwater, why are you here so early dear?" she stated in a kind tone, looking at her up close, she looked like the motherly type, her dark jet black hair was pulled back into a pony-tale at the base of her neck, she was about the same height as me, about 5'5. I smiled at her, thankful that she didn't point out that I didn't look like I belonged here.

"Hi, I'm Ella Jonson, and I'm an early riser and I love being early to school, it makes it more fun to me." I replied and heard her sigh. She looked at me kindly and directed me towards the office, I slowly walked into the tiny room and took a seat, there was a sign at the desk that said, open at 7:45. I reached into my bag and pulled out my copy of the 'City of Bones' by Cassandra Clare. I heard someone walk in a few minutes after I opened the book. They cleared their throat and I looked up to see a boy, he looked about my age, but much taller around 6', he had amazing eyes. They looked like the forest when running through it, not far from the color of my eyes. Other than that he looked like any other La Push citizen, jet-black hair and bronze skin. One more way to make me feel out of place. He made eye-contact for a split second and I felt a jolt go through my body, he was amazing.

Get a hold of yourself! I yelled at myself, I've dated enough players to realize that this could go nowhere but down. But he was looking at me with amusement, I returned to my book, wary of his eyes on me. I looked up and saw his expression had changed, he looked angered by me. He was glaring at me and I was dumbstruck, which was saying something.

"What?" I asked and I saw his face flare, and his hands began to shake, I just stared as he barreled out the door, what was up with him? Was this how my high-school years were going to go? If this had to do with what I looked like I was beyond pissed off. I stood up and walked to the desk, the secretary had just arrived, I gave her my paperwork and she gave me my schedule. I carefully walked to my first class, AP English. Most of my classes were AP, I kept my eyes glued to the floor, and walked slower then I usually would. I couldn't help but think of the boy, there was something about him, I felt… Different around him, and I… missed him, wow I have to get a hold of myself.

When I got to the classroom I saw it was Miss Highwater's class, I walked in with a little more confidence, then I saw the boy again. He was talking to Miss Highwater, I smelled something different about the room though it smelled like the woods I loved so much, I inhaled deeply, enjoying the rich scent. My mom would always make fun of me, saying I could smell like a blood-hound, I enjoyed the ability though, so many things smelled amazing, even water. I picked an empty desk and sat down and began to read again, when someone impatiently tapped my desk, I looked up to see the boy looking down at me with distaste, I looked for Miss Highwater but she was gone.

"Are you listening?" he asked me in a voice that was mesmerizing, but all I could think about was the smell, the woods radiating off of him, it was amazing. It comforted me,

""Ok, what are you doing?" he asked me annoyed, but his eyes told a different story, they were filled with affection. I looked down at my book again, checking the page,

"You smell like the woods." I said simply, he looked at me surprised,

"How can you smell that?" he asked me, I shrugged and he looked even more confused,

"I can smell better than most." I looked back down to my book, and began to read again,

"I'm Collin by the way" he said, I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face, my side-bangs helped to cover it though, I looked up at him.

"I'm Ella," I said kindly. His eyes were deep, and looking into them made my heart flutter. He looked down at my book, and I smiled,

"It's called the 'City of Bones'" I said quietly,

"What is it about?" he asked and I smiled brightly,

"There's a girl named Clary and she meets a boy named Jace, he kills deamons. They call themselves Shadow-Hunters. They kill any demons they see, but they aren't permitted to kill creatures like were-wolves or vampires unless they attack them first." I saw his face drop after I finished,

"But the girl, Clary her best friend is a vampire, and her dad is a werewolf. They both love her, and she has a soft-spot for them, even when others treat them poorly, I like how she treats them. No matter what, she stays true to her morals and thoughts." He looked at me again, seeming angry. I dropped my gaze,

"Read any more stories like that?" he asked me and I sighed, might as well answer,

"I love fiction, Twilight, Maximum Ride, Mortal Instruments, Shiver. Stuff like that." I replied,

"I know what the first two books are, but what's Shiver?" he asked, and I smiled,

A girl named Grace was attacked by wolves when she was little, and when she gets older she learns they were werewolves." I saw his face drop again, he looked away,

"So, you read Twilight?" I nodded and he looked pale, "Who do you prefer, the werewolves… or the vampires?" I smiled, I loved answering this question because many disagree,

"Werewolves of course." I replied and he turned his head faster than I have ever seen before. "The love they have for those they imprint on is amazing." I said dreamily, realizing then I was babbling like an idiot, "Sorry, I'm talking nonsense…" I trailed off though, Collin was no longer by me, but standing close to a girl, I looked away quickly, I felt pain in my heart, why?