"Hey Dad."

"Hey Bells. How was school?"

Monotonous, tedious, mind numbing and not worth the effort I put into my outfit this morning, "It was fine." A generic sort of word that Charlie was happy with because it meant that he didn't have to talk about things with me. He wasn't very good with the whole emotions and girls things. If I told him I was fine he took it for granted that I was.

"Well if you don't have any work to do you can come watch the pre-game show with me if you'd like?"

"Um, no I have..." what would be the easiest way to get out of this "…a letter to write. I'll be in my room if you want me."

I made a quick escape before he could interrogate me on who I was writing to, sometimes it really sucked to be the daughter of a police chief. I was surprised that he'd even believed I was writing a letter, the man must have been an ostrich in a past life, always burying his head in the sand.

I entered my room and kicked off my heels, threw my bag at the end of my bed before turning my laptop on. I'd sighed and moaned dramatically about the slow internet until Charlie had given in and bought me a new computer with broadband internet. No emails. I wasn't really surprised, the girls I was friends with in Phoenix were all a bit shallow so I didn't really expect them to write. My mother hadn't written either. That pissed me off, she meets a baseball player and decides to travel the country watching him play ball. The stupid thing is that she hates the game. So I "come up with the idea" of moving to Forks to live with Charlie who didn't know the first thing about parenting principles.

I hated Forks when I was little, I refused to visit Charlie until he conceded and spent time with me in Phoenix, and now I was stuck in this hell-hole. School was awful; the people were washed out, the teacher's dull and no male talent to speak of. I really had come to hell. I'd been here two weeks and I already had cabin fever. I thought about that for a bit. You couldn't really get cabin fever in a town could you? I mean, I wasn't really locked up in the one place, but the only places I went were school and then home and sometimes the local stores. I pondered this and finally decided that I had cabin fever.

I fell back onto my bed and wondered why there were no cute boys to even flirt with. There was Mike, the stereotypical 'surfer' guy, complete with bleached blonde hair, brand t-shirts and faded jeans. He would be fun to tease a little if he wasn't already in love with his own reflection. Next in the line was Eric, the school nerd, I kept on good terms with him because he had a use. He helped me with my trig, I say help, I mean gives me the answers. It didn't take more than a friendly smile and a little cleavage to keep him on my side. And then there was Tyler, the all-American boy next door. Good grades, personality etc etc. he was average, though good at sports, and I really cant help myself but a guy with no shirt, sweating it up on a sports field really got me going, so maybe when I'm so desperate that I'll jump on anything that moves I'll go after Tyler. There were other boys, Ben who was so in love with Angela but too awkward to ever do anything about it. Alex, the class clown. Chris, James, Evan, these were just in the background.

The next morning arrived and I looked out my window and swore at the dark grey clouds in the sky. I chose to wear my knee length pencil skirt with a lacy Victorian style blouse that showed off my boobs perfectly. I admired my reflection, with my heels on my legs went on and on until they ended at my perfectly shaped and toned ass and then my slight waist and finally, my boobs. All this was accented with long wavy dark brown hair. I looked good and I knew it. I didn't understand where the good looking genes had come from because my parents were both kind of plain really. Time for school I grimaced at the mirror, blew myself a kiss and left.

Swearing at my beat up, run down, chipped and rusting truck as I arrived at school, I kicked the door shut leaving a nice stiletto heel shaped hole in the door, I turned and noticed absolute perfection. A long lean body poured into jeans and a button down, a handsome chiselled jaw and nose, red lips, messy sex hair, and piercing green eyes. Just as I was about to melt into a puddle I saw another person emerging from the car- a girl. Of course he has a girlfriend you idiot my inner voice screamed, she was dressed to kill, spike heels, tights and what looked like one of Adonis' shirts cinched at the waist with a belt. She looked like a pixie, a pixie not to be messed with at that. I sighed; maybe he had a hot cousin or something. Heres hoping I thought before heading to English.

I headed to my table, it was my table and nobody messed with it or tried to sit with me, but she did. After conversing with the teacher who told her "sit where you want" she sauntered down the aisle before taking the seat next to me.

"Hi", she chirped. She didn't wait for a reply before continuing "I'm Alice, I saw you this morning but you looked pretty pissed so I didn't want to come and like invade your bubble." What do you think you're doing now I thought nastily. "So I thought I'd wait to introduce myself, and I wanted to because you're the only person here with any sort of style. Oh my god have you seen what some of these girls are wearing?"

That was when I knew my first impressions were wrong, and despite my jealousy over her Adonis boyfriend I felt myself warming to her.

"Just wait until you've been here a week, you don't know if you've gone crazy or not."

We smiled at each other and after class we went our separate directions promising to meet at lunch.

I wandered slowly into biology looking at the girls glare at me who had attracted every male gaze in the room to my hips and ass on display. All but Adonis. He would notice, I would make sure of it. I put more swing into my step, straightened out and discreetly pushed my boobs out further, as I sat down next to him I swung my hair over my shoulder and said "Hi I'm Bella" sweetly.

He glanced over and said "Edward" before turning away.

WHAT?!

No man ever looked past me. Never. And Edward swans in and doesn't notice? What is this, Alice had told me that he was single, looking and a major ladies man. So why did he look at my eyes when he was speaking and not my chest? This was confusing, and that was then that I vowed that I would crack this exterior and get to him. Even if it meant bringing out my secret weapon.

Then he would be sorry, eternally sorry, that he ever turned away.

So very sorry that he had turned away.