hey decided to reupload this story since i took a creative writting class and feel that i actually finish this story.

disclaimer: only the plot belongs to me. everything else belongs to stephanie meyer.

Chapter One

BPOV

The music swelled around me as I took a sip of my beer and thought about the three chasers that I had just done.(AN: for those of you who don't know a chaser is a shot of absolute vodka followed by a shot of Pepsi.) My vision was beginning to blur but to tell you the truth I could care less. I was standing around laughing and talking with my friends Jesse, Lisa, Taylor, and Austin when Lauren walked over. What the hell does she want now? I've already kicked her ass once, does she want another beating? I thought to myself.

"Hey whore! Stay away from my boyfriend!" She screamed at me causing a few heads to turn.

"What are you talking about, Barbie?" I said taking a step forward.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. My boyfriend Tom, if I ever see you with him again I'll kick your ass."

I laughed a bitter laugh as I thought about who I had most recently danced with. I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard Lauren's annoying voice yet again. This caused me to laugh a second time as I thought of he thinking that she could possibly beat me in a fight. No chance in hell, I thought.

"What's so funny, bitch?" Lauren asked.

I replied with a bit of a smirk on my face, "what's funny is one, the fact that your boyfriend came over and asked me to dance and two the idea of you trying to beat me in a fight." And I guess I must have gotten to her because she walked over and smacked me across the face. All I said was "is that all you got?" before I punched her and she staggered back. As she tried to regain her balance I took it as an opportunity to knock her down. As I took a step forward one of her friends decided to join in the fight; which wasn't bad considering how she fought-strictly slapping-again no match for me.

But I was surprised when she kicked me in the stomach. I found myself fighting the urge to double over as I looked to Lisa to take care of this skank. She caught me glance and immediately walked over to the girl and knocked her out with one swift right hook to the temple. I saw Lauren starting to get up so I straightened up and glared at her with an expression that practically said 'come and hit me again I dare ya'.

As she began to take another step towards me I noticed the flashing lights making me aware that the cops had arrived. Although I could care less about the police showing up I was disappointed, I hadn't even made the skunk bag bleed yet. As I pulled my arm back to get in one last hit, a warm hand grabbed my wrist and forced it behind my back as he grabbed the handcuffs and began putting them on me. I was put into the back of the cop car and as I sat there I stared at my reflection in the rearview mirror as they continued to make sure everyone left. As I looked at myself I thought of the words anything but ordinary, that was me. I was definitely anything but ordinary.

I was pale despite living in Phoenix with straight deep red hair that went down to my waist, bangs that framed my face perfectly and piercing blue eyes. My interest were also far away from being relatively ordinary for a 17 year old. A few years ago I had started to constantly party. Which of coarse led to smoking and some over the top binge drinking. I also gained an attitude-that caused many problems-along with my new best friends: Lisa, Jesse, Austin, Taylor and many others that I partied with. I was pulled from my thoughts when the officer stepped in and started the car then drove off towards the police station.

As I lay in bed that night the tears streamed down my cheeks from my bloodshot eyes. Once again my mom, Reneé, had to come and pick me up from my parole officer's office, only this time when we got home she flipped shit.

She had told me that she couldn't do this anymore and that she was sending me to live with my father, a police chief in the tiny town of Forks, Washington. She told me that it was for my own good and that she hoped having to live with a police officer would give me a new perspective on life. Who was she kidding? Forks High had a population of 342-soon to be 343-students and would probably just make me rebel even more. Oh well how much worse could I get? I thought to myself accompanied by a sigh. At least I get to take my car and keep my cell and ipod.

EPOV

I could start to feel the rush of adrenaline that I usually got whenever I boosted a shinny new car. As I welcomed the rush I lit a cigarette and stepped into the silver Porsche. Once I was in I started the car and took a long drag off my cigarette as I listened to the purr of the engine. After I let out the last of the smoke through my mouth I put the car in drive and stepped on the accelerator.

After I sped out into the street I picked up my cell phone and dialed Emmett's number. He answered after the first two rings "Hello?" You could tell that he was trying not to yell but it was inevitable because of the music blaring in the background.

"Hey I got a new car for you." I told him.

"Alright. Bring it over and I'll check it out"

I hung up and stepped on the gas to get off the main roads and onto the thruway. I arrived at Emmett's condo and could hear the thudding of the bass before I even got out of the car. Once I was out of the car I glanced around and saw Jasper and Emmett strolling towards me. They both had a bottle of beer in their hands.

"WO-A-OW." Jasper slurred when he saw the car I had brought.

Emmett let out a low whistle before saying, "Well this is a nice car, not that you don't usually get nice cars but she's a beauty." He said the last part with a quick glance at the car. Then Jasper decided to speak again:

"Hey Edward. How does she handle the road?"

"Good want to race?" I asked with an evil grin on my face.

"Sure, but you're going down."

So we got in our cars, pulled out onto the street, revved our engines and started down the road. There were only a few other cars out on the road, but we just weaved in and out of them. Jasper was beating me for the time being, and that was only because I wasn't pushing all the way down on the accelerator. We were nearing the final mile when I was just about to press the gas pedal, when I noticed the flashing lights up ahead and behind us. I flashed my lights at Jasper and he flashed his back signaling that it was time to split up at the next intersection.

I slammed on my brakes and turned the wheel to the right and stepped back on the gas once I could see down this new street. I was already about a half a mile down this side street when I saw the flashing lights behind me yet again. And guess what I did, I floored it. The next thing I knew my cell was ringing. I reached over and grabbed it pressing the talk then the speaker button. "Hello?" I asked in an aggravated tone.

"Dude! Man! Jazz just called and told me ya'll got the police on your asses." Emmett's booming voice resounded through the car.

"Yeah, but we split up to try and lose them." Stating the obvious like we're dumb enough to just pull over without all the excitement.

"Where are you headed?" he asked probably already knowing the answer, but just asked to annoy the fuck out of me.

"Like I fucking know. Do we ever know where we're going during these things?"

"Well…I don't know. I just felt like asking." he said in typical Emmett fashion. I swear sometimes that he has the intelligence level of a eight year old. How they ever let him past the third grade, I'll never understand.

"Emmett, if you don't mind I'm gonna hang up now so that I can get these bastards off my tail." I said in a bored tone. Instead of responding he just hung up. I pressed the end button, closed my phone and placed it back in the center council.

Fifteen minutes later the damn car ran out of gas and slowed to a stop as the lights and sirens became closer. I contemplated getting out and making a run for it on foot but soon decided against it remembering that it would just make matters worse. So as a cop approached the car I stepped out with my hands in the air. I looked at the cop expecting to see the usual dark-haired man who was formally known as chief of police Charlie Swan and had arrested me the most times, but was shocked to see a new face.

He ordered me to turn around and place my hands on the roof of the car. I did as I was told with an internal groan not wanting what was coming next. Nearly seconds after I had turned around a second cop had come over and began the routine frisk. As usual they didn't find a damn thing, because I was never fucking dumb enough to carry any of that shit on me during a race.

After the cop was finished 'feeling me up', he proceeded to pull my arms behind my back and cuffing them together. A few minutes later after some unneeded questioning they led me over to the police car and told me to get in.