A.N: I normally hate all these types of stories, very cliche and just generally not my thing however the crazy writers block has not been helping me and I need to publish something, this is just itching to get off my mind, this is an introduction chapter, kind of short which is how I'm keeping the whole story, max 15 chapters, plus an epilogue.

(As you can tell, I kind of have a thing for gay characters who are really camp, it's because I have a gay 'uncle' and friend, they are both SUPER camp and are really funny to be around. This really isn't a generalization I just cant see my life without them so usually I have a gay character in my stories =D)

Songs for Chap: 3 A.M. "Matchbook Twenty" (seemed appropriate seeing the time :D) The Letdown, "The White Tie Affair" and You Found Me, "The Fray"

Spotted: LittleA and R looking deep in conversation at the Coffee Bean on 5th. J and E picking up a rather large man at JFK and a unfamiliar brown haired girl moving into the apartment opposite the Cullens and Hales. I smell drama- that's the best most entertaining kind.

BPOV

"You're not a women until your cherry has been popped like a Champagne bottle."

"Stella, this is ridiculous, what can't she even tell me herself. They are actually sending me to school in New York, Meyer Preparatory- by myself that is and they are making you tell me? You're my mother's assistant, not her slave. I've been clean for almost five months, it's not like they would even care if I did re-lapse." Stella shifted uncomfortably on her foot, a look of intense guilt on her face.

Great, of course now I felt bad for making her feel bad.

"I know Bells, all I'm supposed to tell you is that.." She retrieved the typed up note from her pocket, opening it with a disgusted expression and cleared her throat, "You Isabella Swan, have been 'deported' to Meyer University where the remainder of your studies will commence, have a pleasant journey."

This was just like my mother, of course she would employ someone as kind hearted as Stella and expect her to raise the child she has abandoned and neglected to indulge her presence with for almost two years. That note is completely inexcusable.. what kind of mother could do that?

The only time I actually see her for more that two minutes is at the Swan-Black annual Thanksgiving Party, where all of our closest 'friends and family' come and dine with us. Of course that's just code for, my parents and our 'close family friends' Black's parents most important clients.

It disgusts me to see my parents anyway, Renee, who keeping in mind is still married to Charlie my father has indulged in a relationship with the famous ball player Phill Dwyer for the past three years. Also my brother's best friend.

My father, completely unaware of her own affair has a secret relationship with Sue, his assistant, and Phil's younger sister. I really do pity her, it's the classic story of a girl a little to young to know better and the sleazy boss, too conceited to give a shit.

Neither of my parents are aware that I have walked in on their escapades numerous times, it's not like they are aware of me anyway I actually had to remind my own mother of my 16th birthday last year.

I'm not sure exactly what I expected from her exactly, all I got was another one of those stupid typed up messages which are pre-printed and the name is filled in after wards. Mine looked a little something like:

Mr and Mrs Swan would like to wish you a very happy 16th birthday, Bella, Please accept this/these car as a token of our appreciation for all you have done for the company and our family over the years.

Yours

Charles, Rennett and Isabella Swan

The 16th birthday card I received from my loving parents had my own name in the signing. I would have laughed hysterically if the whole situation had not been completely unfair and far too ludicrous to imagine.

What kind of mother and father forget the day their child was born? Well apparently mine do.

Glancing back at Stella I suddenly remembered the issue at hand. Oh yes my 'deportation'. What is this Renee... the CIA? "Stella when exactly am I being 'deported'." I sneered unable to control my anger.

Stella crumbled backwards at my tone and a tiny tear escaped her eye, "Tonight." Too far Renee. Too fucking far. I thought we were past this shit.

"Where is she Stella." I fumed, going a deep crimson unable to control my anger any longer. Usually my blush is reserved for times of embarrassment, but right now it was because of all the blood cells bursting due to my vicious anger.

Stella, now used to my brash temper clamped her arm on my shoulder, forcing me to stay put, "Bella, she's in France, a car is meant to be coming in five minutes. The maids took it in their liberty to pack your bedroom and clothing, whilst you were away all your furniture was sent off, it should arrive in time for your own arrival."

I could feel my face dropping, I really couldn't fight this, I was going. To Meyer Preparatory. On my own. Away from Stella. Away from home. Away from everything. Maybe that part was a good thing, I was getting away from all the.. temptation.

Nodding curtly at Stella I began to walk away, I couldn't handle an emotional goodbye with her, it would make this feel all to real.

Assuming everything had been taken care of I re collected my bag from the foyer and withdrew my blackberry out, ready to text Clare, Sasha and Beatrix the news of my leaving. I don't think they would really mind, they would probably just be sad that I wasn't going to LA and meeting Lauren Conrad or something.

Rolling my eyes, I sent an automated text to all of them. It suddenly hit me how alike I really was to my mother. She sent the same shitty cards for birthdays and Christmas's off every year, all with black spaces ready to be filled in. I just sent an automated text to the girls that were supposed to be my best friends and it was exactly the same. No emotion at all.. just the facts.

All they really needed to know. Because that's how it always is with the Swan's. You find out what you need to know, not want to want to know, or what you wish to know. Only the necessities.

Oh God. I was becoming Renee. Just like Samantha had said, I really am the devil's spawn, destined for evil. God she was a bitch. The pot eventually went to her brain and she is pretty much incoherent now, ah well it's certainly an improvement from her former chatty self.

I shook all thoughts of Renee out of my head and clamored into the limo that Stella had called for. Trying to clear my mind I began slotting through all the different options for Meyer Preparatory, I could be a totally different new person, away from expectations. Actually be... myself?

Is that possible. Could I actually admit to the girls at a posh arse preparatory school that I despise shopping with a passion. That I hate heels and still after hours of lessons cannot walk in them.

Tell them that I am saving myself, against Renee's suggestions of course, she always said that you're not a women until your cherry has been popped like a Champagne bottle. Oh that woman does have a way with words.

Could I really tell them that? Ah well, it will probably be exactly like Rowler Prep, full of posh rich bitches, who get side-tracked if a reflective object is placed anywhere near them.

If it's like that then I can just indulge in the fact that I will only have to endure it for two years tops, I could always drop out early.

But I do value my existence and if I did drop out... Renee and Charlie fighting united together are and would be a force to be reckoned with.

Besides I don't have the balls to argue about anything that may tarnish their perfect family name. The Swan's are well known everywhere, I have been told multiple times.I have of course rolled my eyes to many times to count.

I feel like I belong to the royal family or something, my parents aren't the king and queen or anything, my Dad is the director of a few hospitals. Big freaking woop.

My mother therefore like all the other prissy primped wives does tons of charity work to up the image. It's a ridiculous vicious circle, which I wish I were excluded from.

My father was constantly going on and on about some of the doctors sons that I simply had to meet. He had forced me to consider Micheal Newton, or just gross Mike and I referred to him to. Mike is a pretty good looking guy but you can smell his breath from about five meters away.

No lie or exaggeration. I had to spend an entire evening speaking to him normally as he slurped and burped over his food, resembling some sort of deranged animal.

As well as the fact that every time he burped, I wanted to physically be sick. I hate burping, I find it absolutely revolting, and mixed with his funky breath? It's just a recipe for pure disgustingness. Is that even a word?

Of course he had been raised far better than that, he only indulged in such disgusting habits because his volatile mother was not there to brash him with harsh comments.

The behavior was expected, after all he was the boy who threw mud pie's at me and used to pull my hair, should I really expect him to magically change one day, obviously I thought maybe.. just maybe, I could go through a dinner with him and have an enjoyable evening.

Not a dinner filled of nothing but him joking about how I'm breathing in a ton of his burp gas.

Eh.. that's just my personal preference really.

It's not so much that it's Mike specifically, more what he represents. I'm the classic seventeen year old teenager and just don't want to conform to what my parents want. And Mike is exactly what my parents want me to want.

Therefore I don't. I'm sure he could be very nice.. setting aside the burping and cheesy lines, and really needy nature.

Ok scratch that, Mike is unbearable but I'm sure my parents have introduced me to perfectly nice guys who I have flat out rejected simply because my parents like the said guy. It's a vicious circle, I suppose I won't have to worry about that now though.

Maybe I could go after somebody who is completely wrong for my family image, like a really good looking bad boy. Or maybe an 'older' man. Ha! Maybe even a professor. No that's gross, especially if they have kids.

Talk about home wrecker.

A knock on the black sheen separating myself and the driver for today settled my mind back in reality, "Were at the airport Isabella." Bella. My name is Bella dammit.

I hated all the people my mother employed, apart from Stella, they were all obviously not happy with their positions. Plus they insisted on following every single one of my mothers little rules. The most annoying being, all staff must call me by my full name.

It was incredibly annoying, I get why she does it of course. She is intent on ruining my happiness by nitpicking at every one of my preferences she is aware of.

She knows it annoys me. Therefore she makes sure that everyone refers to me as Isabella.

The amount of rules Stella had broken was pretty admirable, she was the only member of staff who had lasted for as long as she had. Going on sixteen years, she was for all intensive purposes my mother.

I was nearing eighteen, and Stella had raised me all by herself whilst my mother was off frolicking with men, and my father to absorbed in his career to give a shit, or even notice. I really should have said goodbye to her properly. Ugh.. I'm such an idiot.

"Isabella, did you hear me? We have arrived." My attention turning back to the driver for this week interrupted my thoughts. Nodding curtly, I left the limo without an other word.

I looked up, prepared to see the school. But my mother, always there to flaunt her money had me dropped off outside a huge apartment building. I actually could not see the top, it was utmost to all other surrounding skyscrapers. Clouds surrounded the top, masking the tip from few.

Trust Renee. A lavish building is the only type suitable for a Swan. Rolling my eyes in a profuse nature I crossed the red carpet that was lain out in from of the lobby doors. A man, of about six foot opened the door with a sleazy grin on his face. Ew. He looked about ten years older than me, with blond hair tied back in a greasy ponytail.

He was kind of creepy looking to say the least, "Mornin' what's you name pretty lady?" I had to hold onto the door to stop myself from laughing. If you have ever seen that movie, She's The Man, you can imagine how his voice sounded. Very creepy.

His face contorted as he observed my obvious amusement. His previous smile, changed into a forceful frown. He looked kind of.. aggressive? Feeling uncomfortable at the sudden change in the atmosphere, I quickly slipped through the doors shuffling to the front desk. I mentally bashed my mother for getting me an apartment in this building.

Would I have to see this creep everyday? Sighing I walked to the front desk and smiled tentatively at the person on duty. "Hi, I'm Bella Swan, I'm assuming my mother set everything up." The man glanced up smiling with a wicked grin, "Oh my lorrrd! Honey, was your mother the witchy bitch, with the clipped tone? Because if so, no offense honey but she sounded like she had a stick up her ass."

Giggling I nodded, "Yeah that's her. And none taken, try living with her. Well actually I never see her, just try living with all the people she employees, it's a job all in it's own." Smiling I stuck out my hand, "Did I say before? I'm Bella." With a shit eating grin on his face he mirrored my movement and struck his hand in mine, "You can call me Laurent, I prefer Laura or Lauren though."

He dug around the desk for a few seconds before retrieving a key, "Your mother, got you the second best apartment in the place." I was shocked.. my mother did not do second best. "Second? I'm not going to throw a bitch fit.. but seriously how the hell did you convince my mother to get second best! You are my idol!"

Rolling his eyes, "It was tough, she actually asked if we could have the Cullens evicted. I don't think she realized at the time that they own all the buildings on this street. It was quite difficult to convince her that a three bedroom glass apartment overlooking the whole of New York would be sufficient for a 17 year old. I'll be honest, I expected a seriously snooty bitch, that's why I made the comment about your mother."

Nodding my head in understanding I took the key from his hand and smiled, "I get it, alot of people assume that because I'm from money I am instantly a bitch. Usually that's the case, eurghh I cant believe I am going to the snobbiest school in the city either. It's going to be a joyus event- my first day day that is."

He grinned, "I like you! Let me guess, Meyer Prep?" Nodding my head solemnly his grin did not falter, "Some of the students are actually really nice, especially the Cullen and Hale kids. Well apart from Rosalie she is one bitch. Fucking hell. The amount of times I have had to smile and not strangle the girl to death is unbelievable."

Obviously exasperated I laughed at his tensed stance. "I would stay and get to know you better but I'm dying to see what my mother has done with the place..." Laughing at my sarcastic tone he waved, "See you around Bella!" Giggling I ran towards the elevator in mock enthusiasm

"OH your floor is 29!" Smirking I stepped into the elevator suprised by the sight within...

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A/N: Sorry for typos, it's 4am :D Well there's the first chap, this is a fast moving story, I'm thinking an update ever two/three days. I want it to be finished in about a month. :)

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If you do I will send you a longer teaser:

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"Who are you?" She asked, still holding her legs together, a stance which both worried and confused me at the same time. Her hair was in light waves circling her shoulders, she looked so tortured yet at the same time undeniably beautiful. It was such a contrasting image.

"Well, you first."

I saw her swallow and a little tear escape her eye, "Rosalie Hale"