A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for spending some time to have a look at my new fan fic. It's not my first, but it's my first here on this site. Hopefully, I will be able to completely finish it without getting bored. But I need to be persuaded and have a reason to continue it. So you can review, PM me or even contact me on my email address. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

BPOV

Sighing, I picked up the rubbish that was left lying around on the table. Jesus, no one ever heard of a bin, or are they just too fucking lazy to put their shit in it? I thought, pushing open the swinging lid on the bin and shoving the crap in.

I put the tray in the holder but stopped moving as I felt something wet and cold on my leg. I looked down, only to find a vanilla flavoured milkshake running down my black trousers, marking the part over my most private area with white.

"Oh for fuck sake, it took hours getting the hot chocolate stain out last time!" I muttered under my breath, grabbing a cloth and trying to wipe myself down.

I noticed feet walking past me and looked up to find three girls walking past, snickering at me. I rolled my eyes at them and tried smiling, but turned the other way anyway. Next thing I knew, I felt something hard hit me in the chest and I was sprawled on the ground. I looked up to find a guy holding a tray of rubbish by the bin and a disgusted expression on his face.

"Next time, look where you're going, and Christ, you could actually try messing with yourself at home," the guy said, whilst just placing the tray of crap on the nearest table. "Ugh, this place is disgusting, where did they employ you from?"

He stalked off towards the front doors, muttering under his breath. I managed to catch a few words and relief washed over me as he said something about "the crazy bitch only made me angrier after what that Tanya did" before disappearing out onto the car park. Looks like there wasn't going to be another complaint about the "clumsy person cleaning tables". He was angry before I even bumped into him. Yet, he didn't have to take his anger out on me did he. I mean, it wasn't like I fucking ran into him on purpose, injuring myself in the process! Jeez, some people just need to fucking withhold their anger and then let off their steam on other things, rather than on innocent random people.

Once again, I sighed and picked myself up off the floor. I put the rubbish he had left in the bin and went to wash my hands.

Ever since my mother had left me to live by my father, I had to start a completely different life. I used to have everything done for me, without me never having to lift a finger. My mother insisted on it because she still considered me a child at the age of 24. But I knew I couldn't live like that forever.

But sometimes I regret my decision to leave her alone with him and move nearer to my father to rekindle our relationship. However, I tell myself it's for the best. Definitely better than what I was put through.

I rubbed my hands vigorously together with soap and rinsed them off. I activated the hand dryer.

I never blamed my mother for what happened, and I don't blame her for sticking with the new love of her life instead of her lying, abusive and child-minded daughter. Well, that's what he said I was anyway.

The only thing I blame her for is not letting me see the real world as it is, instead letting me find out when I go off on my own.

I was brought out of my inner thoughts by the burning of my hands. They had dried and hot air was blowing on warm skin, causing them to heat up in pain. I pulled them away and took a few strides towards the crew room.

"Bella!"

I whipped round to the sound of my name and my insides did a little cringe of their own as I realised who it was. I should have known by the sound of his voice. Mike Newton.

"Hey, Bella. Remember that get together I told you about the other day?" He asked as I turned my head at an angle so I could breathe fresh air. His breath smelt like someone went into his room every night and had a shit in his open mouth, not brushing his teeth.

"Oh, that get together?" I replied, in a fake curious voice. "You mean that fat-ass party that's going on up on top of the hill, where everyone's been invited apart from me? Yeah, I know the one you're on about. Where little nobody's don't get invited to because they're too lame to attend such a "sick" event? Yeah, yeah, what about it?" I asked, ranting on in a nark voice.

Mike looked a little nervous and uncomfortable at this point. "Erm, well, I was... just wondering if you were... you know... going? I mean... you don't have to get invited to go there... you just had to you know... hear about it. And I suppose you actually know about it seeing as I told you like the other day. So... you going?"

OK now I feel like a right twat. I should have known this dweeb would never have got invited. I just thought he was gate crashing it or shit. Shit, what do I say now?

"Er, right. No, I don't think I'll go. I mean it's not something I do so, you know, why would I start now right?" Man, I don't know if this guy will take the lie or not. I used to party all the time when I lived with Renee but since I moved here to Seattle 2 months ago, I haven't met anyone worthy to party with. And I am most definitely not socialising with this geek. But it looks like I made a mistake by not meeting friends straight away – I have a lame job and people see me as a tramp.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm more than happy to escort you to it, if you don't know your way there?" He finished his reply as a question, so I guess I got to give him an answer. How hard is it to get to the house exactly? It's a freaking mansion on top of a hill. No one lives up there! Not rocket fucking science is it?

"No, I think I'll stick with watching a movie with a mate," I lied. Time to get out of here. I gave him a small, quick smile and turned on my heel to go when he asked a question that I almost squealed at:

"Oh, do you mind if I join?"

I turned to him, trying not to show him the disgust in my face. Shit, think quick.

"Erm, well actually, it's my boyfriend's house, and like, it's just me and him. I mean, you'll be a total gooseberry and it'll be uncomfortable. Maybe take a rain check?" WHAT?! What the hell did I have to say that for? God, I'm trying to get rid of this guy, but I just told him another time??

He gave me a wide smile, teeth and all. Great. "Yeah, sure, another time. We could go to the movies or something. We'll have to make plans soon."

I tried smiling but I think it turned out to be a grimace. "Right, well I best get going. Got work to do. As you know, you are my boss."

Yeah, that's right. He's my manager. And he's asking me out. How sick is that? Actually, it could have some advantages you know. Promotion, pay rise maybe? Shut it. Never consider that again!

I gave a quick wave and walked off to the crew room again and relaxed as soon as I was out of his sight. Since I started this job, he's never left me alone once. Always asking me if I need help, whilst pushing himself closer to me. Asking if I need a ride home after every shift, even though my silver BMW M6 Convertible is sitting outside.

Yeah, everyone wonders how the hell I afforded that car. Well, let's just say that I'm overqualified to be working at greasy old McDonalds, but it's just a day job for a couple of months whilst I look for a job that suits my needs.

You see, my mother wanted me to go to a University in England when I turned 18, so she decided the two of us would move over there for a couple of years. I went to Staffordshire University and studied Forensic Science. And, I graduated. I am a Forensic Scientist who now happens to live back in the USA and working in a part-time job at McDonalds. Just as I wanted it to be. Not.

I sighed for the millionth time today and carried on with my work, glancing at the clock every 5 minutes. 3.45pm. Another 15 minutes to go before I'm out of here and 3 days off!

But, what am I supposed to do when I get home? Pig out on the couch again, watching Braveheart for the thousandth time this week? Cook dinner for a family of 4 when it's only me who'll be eating it?

Don't get me wrong. I have a body to die for, as I've been told by almost everyone, boys and girls. I can eat a whole cow and maintain the same figure I have now. A chest that makes guys drool, an ass that they wish they were tapping, and a body so slim that, no matter what I wear, it always looks pretty amazing just because I'm the one wearing it.

But unlike most girls, I don't flaunt it.

Sometimes, I wish I did, just so I get that attention that everyone craves from lads. Yet, if I try too hard, then I'll be attracting the wrong people, lads that come up to me and rub themselves up my leg like a dog on heat. No, I don't get turned on by THAT thank you very much.

However, ever since I came to Seattle, I've just been lonely, not one bit of attention coming my way (apart from the freak of a boss). I'm used to having so many friends that I don't need to try. People begged to be my friend years ago, but that's all changed now. I want it back!

A glance up to the clock showed 4pm. I threw the dirty cloth in the designated bucket and near enough ran to clock out. I decided what I was going to do tonight. I'm going to that party and I WILL flaunt myself, and I'll be brushing guys off as if they were flies attracted to food. They can look but they can't touch.

I clocked out and grabbed my coat and bag in haste, just wanting to get out of this stinking uniform. I can't wait to get out of it forever once I find the right job! As I walked out the front doors, my car keys swinging on my index finger, trying to dig into my bag to find my mobile phone, I felt myself colliding with something small and soft, but hard enough to throw me off balance and landing on my back side for the second time today.

"Why me?" I whined as I tried picking myself up again.

Whilst I was whining to myself and trying to brush myself down, I heard a little giggle and a voice to my right. "You should try looking where you're going if you don't want to fall down all the time."

I turned around with a confused expression set upon my face. I thought I had bumped into an inanimate object of some kind, rather than an actual person, and the way she spoke to me wasn't angry at all. It was as if she didn't care that I just knocked her flying and not even tried helping her up. The words spoken were not in a tone of anger, but the way you talk to a friend or relative.

As I focused in on the girl, I started to notice her appearance. She had short, black hair that was spiked softly at the back. She looked rather small and petite, but must have been in her 20's because her face looked rather mature. She was wearing some black leggings with black heels decorated with silver baubles on them, at least 4 inches high. She had an emerald coloured top on that was designed to be a bit longer than necessary so they went with the leggings. Great, the clothes look expensive and I bet I've created a hole in them now.

When I looked back to her face, she had a cheery smile that looked quite contagious. She was wearing minimal make up, showing that she was naturally pretty, only wearing a bit of eyeliner and a little mascara. I noticed I was smiling without trying, which is rather unusual for me. I always had to force a smile on my face for most people, especially strangers. I knew there was something about that cheery smile. It WAS contagious after all.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise I knocked someone over!" I exclaimed after noticing she was still on the floor. I held my hand out to her so I could pull her up. She didn't take my hand straight away, instead cocking her head to the side and looking as if she was examining me. She did a little shake off her head and then grabbed hold of my hand. I pulled and was shocked at how light she was. Either that or I have a lot of strength. Yeah, right.

"No worries, I usually get knocked over because of my height. I'm only 5 feet tall so no one usually sees me coming," she replied. She talked rapidly so I had to strain my ears a little to catch every word and stop them from merging into each other. "You're very pretty."

Her words shocked me a little and I took a step back to stop me from losing my balance again. I was wearing this dirty old uniform, covered in shit, and she was calling me pretty when I just fucking knocked her on her tiny ass! I looked down at myself and back up at her with a questioning expression.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. And how rude of me! I'm Alice. I just happen to say the first thing that comes to me. I got a little excited that's all. I haven't seen you before. Do you live around here? Are you new in town? What's your name?" It seemed that she said all of this in one breath! Right, what question do I answer first?

"My names Bella," I replied. "Yeah, I live here in Seattle and actually I moved here like 2 months ago." There, that was all of the questions answered.

"I'm not one to judge but is that a McDonald's uniform you're wearing? Do you work here?" She asked with a curious tone. She seemed really interested.

"Yeah, I mean, it's only a part time job. I'm overqualified really, but it's something to keep me out of the house whilst I'm looking for a job that suits me. Otherwise I'd just be lounging around the house." Oh my god, did I just really tell the truth to a complete stranger? But there was something about Alice that makes you be honest. I couldn't quite put my finger on it though.

"I knew you looked out of place in that horrid clothing," she exclaimed with a huge grin. She had pearly white teeth hidden underneath full lips. "You seem smart as well. What qualifications do you have? What are you up to tonight? How old are you?!"

She asks a lot of questions in a short amount of time. I couldn't help but smile at her curiousness. What was I doing tonight? I just realised that I had forgotten all about my hurry to get home and get changed.

"Well, I was thinking about going to this party that's going on, which everyone's going to. I thought I'd do a bit of socialising since I haven't done any since I moved here." One question down two to go. "When I said I'm overqualified to be working at McDonalds, I seriously meant it. I'm a qualified Forensic Scientist and Investigator. And I'm 24."

"My gosh! You're like, totally the same as my cousin! He's 25 and a Forensic Investigator. He's cracked so many cases it's unbelievable. You should meet him. He might be able to set you up with a job. Although, he's not very happy at the moment, but as soon as he sees you I bet he will be!" She was practically jumping on her tip toes at this point. She suddenly stopped and a look of realisation crossed her face. "Wait, you said you're going to the party tonight?" I nodded my head, and waited for her to carry on. "My cousin will be there! I'll introduce you! Eeek I can't wait!" She was now squealing out of excitement and I couldn't help but chuckle a little and this extraordinary human.

"So I'm guessing you're going then?" I asked her to try and get all the attention of me for a bit. Blimey, you're actually getting some attention for once in years!

"Oh yes, I wouldn't miss a party for the world! I'm 23 years old but it feels like I'm still 21, as if I've just become legal to drink. Plus, there's someone at the party I want to see." She did a little a wink and clapped her hands together. "Hey, why don't we go to the party together? Rose and I are getting ready at my house, we always do this kind of stuff."

"Who's Rose?" I asked.

"Rosalie. She's my best friend. She's really nice but doesn't have as much energy as me so she doesn't show her nice side much. Everybody respects Rosalie."

"She sounds powerful," I laughed. Hmm, Alice seems really cool. She reminds me so much of Angela."Erm, yeah, why not? I mean, I don't really want to make a grand entrance by myself." I bit my lip a bit nervously. Damn, I didn't think about the entrance!

"Cool! Well, you can drive to my house and then we'll walk from mine. The Hale's house is only up the hill from me." So the house must be owned by this Hale person. I smiled and nodded my head in agreement.

"Well I guess I best get my clothes then. Erm, which house was yours again?" I asked, knowing that I'd probably get lost.

"Oh, you won't get lost." I blinked. How did she know I was thinking that? "There's only two houses on that street. Mine and the Hales'. Mines the one at the bottom of the hill. Easy."

"Oh right, Ok. Sounds good to remember." I smiled and thanked god that I didn't have to remember any directions or any house numbers.

"Right see you at mine about 5pm?" Alice suggested.

I snuck a peek at my watch and saw that it was 4.30pm already. "Erm, OK its 4.30 now so I'll have to rush. I'll see you later then."

"OK bye!" Suddenly, I felt myself being engulfed by arms and pulled downwards. I realised it was Alice trying to give me a hug. I tried hugging her awkwardly and let go. She smiled up at me and skipped, yes skipped, off towards the cash point next to my place of work.

Such an intriguing person.

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