Okay, so I decided to try a Twilight fanfic. I hope you like this. I worked really hard on it. It took me my whole Christmas vacation and then some to get it done so that I could get you guys the best Twilight fanfic I could make. I sincerely hope you review. Oh, and a little side note for you, I thank all my reviewers in each update. So I hope you review soon!


BELLA/IZZY POV

As I sit on this stupid plane next to this stupid little boy with the stupid flight attendant trying to hit on me, I realize that I will miss Phoenix. I will miss the sun burning my pale skin when I step outside to check the mail. I will miss watching my almost non-existent friends come to sit at my table out of pity at school. Hell, I'll even miss the creepy teacher who seems to think my eyes are on my chest! But what I'll miss the most, without a doubt, is my mother who was like a daughter to me.

You see, for the last ten years, since I was 7, I've been taking care of my mom, Renee. She was always going out of her way to take care of herself and look for something to take up her time. But she seemed to think that doing life-threatening stunts was the perfect way. So as she was jumping out of planes with a parachute on her back, I was cleaning the house. When she went to go bungee-jumping, I was paying the bills. And when I got someone to get her from the hospital after falling off her mountain bike in the desert, I was cooking dinner.

I am just glad Phil met her when he did. He stopped all that. He took care of her. I refused to let him take care of me. He paid the bills, he took her to less fatal clubs, and he helped her get her act together, and then went off to his baseball career and dream. He plays in the minor leagues but he's looking to get signed. So he moves a lot. And what does Renee do? She follows, leaving me to take care of myself.

So finally, the day before she was supposed to go with Phil to Florida, I told her that when she came back, I would be gone and on a plane to the rainy Forks, Washington to stay with the only other man in my life; my father, Charlie. And of course she cried and begged me to stay. She said that I could have whatever I want but I told her I can't get my childhood back and went upstairs, bought my ticket, packed my bag, jumped in my car and paid someone to drive it up to me.

So here I am, sitting on a plane and wondering why the hell I decided to come to a town where it had the most overcast days than freaking Alaska! But I'm doing this for Renee; my mother, my sister, my best friend, my daughter. God, I need to stop thinking of her like that. And this is the only way to. So I placed my headphones in my ears as the universal signal to leave me alone. But the little boy poked my arm and the flight attendant was shamelessly checking me out from his station with the drinks.

I opened one eye to catch him walking over. I decided to have some fun. I took out my headphones and took a glance at the sleeping mother and son. Perfect. I looked over at the flight attendant and smiled a seductive smile. He perked up instantly and walked over faster.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Miss?" he asked, letting me hear the double meaning in his words.

"Yes actually there is," I said in a low voice. I grabbed his collar and pulled his ear down to my lips. "You can leave me alone and quit undressing me mentally. You can quit your flirting and you can stop staring at my boobs. You're pissing me off. I'm going to write a complaint to your superiors for sexual harassment and you are going to agree with everything that was said. Because I will never, ever, and won't even consider letting you get any closer to be than you are now. So back off," I hissed in his ear and shoved him roughly away for him. I saw his flash of anger before I glared and his face paled. He hurried off and I smiled to myself.

Finally the plane landed. Right when I got off, I saw Charlie waiting for me. In my haste to get away from the perverted flight attendant, I rushed over and ambushed him in a hug.

"Hello to you too, Bells," Charlie chuckled.

"Hey Dad. Are we ready to leave?" I asked hurriedly.

"Of course. Let's go." I grabbed his arm and we walked out of the airport to his cruiser. I hate that he's the chief of police. I am so glad I have my own car.

The ride to my childhood house was silent. When we got there I grabbed the four suitcases I had brought and had Charlie carry two. We got up to my room where a full-sized bed with dark purple sheets sat along with a mahogany dresser, desk, and bookshelf. The bookshelf was already filled to the brim with all my favorite books. I had sent them to him prior to my decision so that I had them all here. I immediately started unpacking while Charlie simply went downstairs to watch some game on the flat-screen.

I found that my closet had some clothes in it from my shy days. A time when I would walk around getting stepped on because I was too afraid to hurt someone. Now, I get into fights, wear a lot of smoking hot clothes, and speak my mind where it's needed. I hate my shy days and anything that reminds me of such. So I ripped them off their hangers and threw them into a little trash bin in the corner of my room.

I have a special order in my closet. On one half are all my bottoms and the other all my tops. But then there's a certain order in each order. On the half with all my bottoms I put all my mid-thigh skirts first (fifty percent of my wardrobe), then my knee-length skirts (there's only two), and ending with all my jeans (the other fifty percent). On the half with all my tops it goes by sleeve-length and color. First I put all my black tops (seventy-five percent of my tops) in the closet starting with long-sleeved to spaghetti-strap, and then I put in all my other tops. I have about three to five shirts in every color. But if it's any bright color like yellow or orange, there's always some snappy remark on it to ruin how "happy" the color is. God, I hate bright colors.

I put all my shoes on the floor and look at the differences in each. I've got about five pairs of three-inch-heeled, black, knee-high boots, three pairs of flats, two pairs of kitten heels, ten pairs of Converse in different colors and styles, and then I've got my one pair of three-inch gray heels with some weird sort of scrunched-up bow on them. Oh well. I had everything organized and the only thing I had to work on now was organizing my desk.

Once that was done, I changed into a pair of sweats with a blood-red camisole and walked downstairs. I sat on the couch with Charlie and watched a football game between the Saints and the Bears.

"Who you going for?" I asked. Don't say Saints, don't say Saints, please don't say Saints.

"The Saints," he said distractedly. "You?"

"Bears." That woke him up. He looked at me and I simply shrugged and turned back to the T.V. with the thought that this was going to get extremely tense.

In the end the Bears won, just like I thought. "Ha!" I shouted at the end of the game and jumped off the couch. "Bears won! Saints suck. Admit it. We had a deal." I bragged.

He grumbled and reached into his pocket where he took out a twenty-dollar bill and gave it to me. "Saints suck," he mumbled before going up the stairs. "Go to sleep Bella. I'll see you in the morning."

"I can't go to sleep. My car's on its way here right now. I need one more hour."

"Fine. But remember that you start school tomorrow."

"I know." I still can't believe I'm a month behind everyone else. I'm enrolling a month after the year already started. God, this sucks.

An hour later, my baby was delivered. Even though it was freezing out here, I didn't care. I ran out into the night to see my sapphire, almost navy, 2011 Toyota Corolla. I threw myself at the woman who was driving it over and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you. I needed this car so bad," I said excitedly. I missed this car.

The woman smiled and went off in another car that had been following her. Without another word, I locked the car, ran inside, and went to bed. I had an amazing day ahead of me. Let's see how long it takes for people to notice me here. I fell asleep to that thought and didn't wake up until about five-thirty in the morning.

I jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom where I turned on the hot water. I jumped in and immediately woke up under the relaxingly warm water falling down my hair and over my tired muscles. I hope there's a soccer team at this school. I need my soccer.

When I got out I wrapped a towel around me and blow-dried and straightened my thick dark brown hair that fell about a centimeter above my shoulder. I used to have it to my waist but after an incident with some six-year old putting gum in my hair, I kept it short. I used to have it to my chin but wanted it a little longer. Then, if you look at it in the right light, you can see the natural red highlights that just littered it.

When my hair was pin-straight, I ran out of the bathroom, narrowly missing hitting Charlie on my way out.

"Oh, my god I'm so sorry!" I felt oddly embarrassed to be standing out here in the hallway in front of my dad in nothing but a towel.

He nodded and grunted an 'okay' or something and just continued downstairs. I didn't hesitate to barrel into my room either.

Standing in front of my closet in my black spaghetti-strap and boy shorts, I put a finger to my chin and stared at the choices I had to make. I can either look beautiful and conservative, sexy but slutty, or I can be in the middle. First day; gotta make an impression. So I grabbed my one mini skirt that reached the casual in-between section between my knees and mid-thigh. I slipped that on hurriedly and then had to stare into the depths of my closet for a top. I finally shrugged, deciding to wear my favorite blood-red V-neck that read 'Bite Me' in big black letters over my chest. The best part was the shirt gave perfect access to my neck, so I always found it ironic.

I smiled at myself in the mirror and put on some black eyeliner, mascara, and a light coat of my nude lip gloss. I threw on my black knee-high heels that fit perfectly around my calves and had a sort of corset-looking thing on the back to tie up. So once that was tied, I took one more glance in the mirror. Perfection. I blew myself a kiss with a giggle and grabbed my form-fitting leather jacket hanging from my doorknob.

Coming down the stairs, I gave Charlie a kiss on the cheek and ran out to my car, with a bagel and a cup of coffee. I hopped in my car and drove off to the school. I got in the parking lot and put on my favorite seductive mask. If I was going to make an impression, might as well show them I'm confident in my dangerous curves.

I got out of my car and looked around to spot the shocked expressions of every student staring at me openly. I smirked and got out all the way. I locked the door and slung my leather bag over my shoulder, careful of my beautifully sleek black laptop in it. I winked at a boy staring at me and he blushed, looking down. I smiled an almost wistful smile before it returned to my usual smirk.

It wasn't that long ago that I would blush at any cute guy or shy away from risks. I can't judge him for staring. You see someone cute, your first instinct is to blush and make it look like you weren't looking. I hate the fake girls who think that it's just a guy who is nerdy as hell. I went over to him, knowing all eyes were on me and whispered in his ear.

"I may be a senior and you may be a freshman, but there are no differences. Don't let those fake bitches tell you otherwise. By the way, your blush gives you away. Tell anyone whatever you want to say about what I told you. Just don't make me look like a slut. 'Kay?"

He nodded vigorously and I walked off. Then I saw five of the most beautiful people I've ever seen with golden eyes staring at me from a silver Volvo. I smiled. That car is hideous. At least I've got the class to get an amazingly beautiful car.

One of the boys was lanky and lean with copper disheveled hair, as if he had been running his hand through it all day. Another was a bigger guy with curly hair and you could see his dimples when he smiled. He had his arm draped protectively over a blonde beauty that almost made me self-conscious; almost. She was glaring menacingly at me. I glared back as hard as I could and just barely registered the fact that everyone was looking at me uneasily. Finally, she smiled with a raised eyebrow and mouthed, "We'll get along just fine". I nodded with a smile of my own and let my eyes wander to a black-haired girl who was jumping up and down like she was hyped up on pixie sticks. And just like that, she had a nickname in my book. She had an arm around the last guy with honey colored curls on his head that fell into his eyes and another on his chest. He was looking at me in pure concentration.

I made my way over. I stuck my hand out to anyone who wanted to take it. "Hey, I'm Isabella Swan. But you dare call me that and I swear to whatever god you believe in that my uncle will come kill you himself." I smirked. "So call me Izzy."

"I'm Rosalie Hale. The girl you were just glaring at," Blondie said with an amused smile. She shook my hand. "From your outfit and your attitude, I can tell we are going to be close."

"Glad to hear. And the rest of you are?"

"I'm Emmett Cullen. Rosalie's boyfriend," the curly-haired dude said excitedly. This close, he was huge! He was total bear status.

"I'm Edward Cullen. It's a pleasure to meet you," the copper-haired guy said and took my hand to kiss my knuckles.

I snatched it back. "Sorry, stud. I don't like formality." I said this with an air of teasing, but inside I was getting angry. I absolutely despise people who are too formal with me. And people who tell me what I'm about to do because they say so.

"I'm Alice Cullen. We are going to be like sisters!" Pixie Sticks squealed and went to hug me. I put my hand out. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

"Hold on there. I may not like formalities, but I don't do hugs so soon." I said, hearing my southern accent leaking into my voice very subtly that I doubted they could hear. I could already tell I hated her.

"I'm Jasper Hale. I'm Rosalie's twin brother," the man that Alice had been holding on to said with his hand out. He had a strange twang to his voice. Where have I heard that before? Oh my god. He is!

"You're from the south." I said it like a statement. I knew I was right.

He blinked. "How would you know that?"

"You are repressing your accent. I can hear it in your voice. You're enunciating everything too carefully. You sound like me when I'm tryin' not to let mine show." And just like that, my southern accent was back full-force.

Jasper looked taken aback. "You're from the south as well. Where?"

"Texas. Born, bred, and raised." I snickered, remembering the phrase me and my uncle had used. I truly had been living in Texas most of my life, but then my mom suddenly went out on a whim and moved to Phoenix. I had only been there about a year before she met Phil and I moved out. I still miss Texas so much though.

"Where in Texas?"

"San Antonio. Marvelous place they have there. But on the outskirts. I used to go horseback riding in the ranch I had out there. Maybe my uncle will take me back there." I had started musing but then I stopped, realizing I had made a mistake.

"Good ole' San Anton'. I have a friend out there." Jasper seemed suspicious.

"Yep. Love that place. Why are you repressin' your accent, sugar?" I said quickly.

Alice made an almost inaudible hissing sound and wrapped herself around Jasper. I've lived around that sound and knew exactly what it was. Jealousy.

"Calm down, Pixie Sticks. Me talking to your boyfriend is not going to hurt anyone. So quit hissing at me!" My anger was getting the best of me. I had to get out of here. I glared hard at her shocked expression and growled, "I've gotta go before I do something I may or even may not regret."

I spun on my heel and walked to the office, knowing that Rosalie and—by association—Emmett were following me. I got my schedule and turned to find them just studying me. "What?" I snapped.

"Let's see your schedule." I handed Rose my schedule and she looked over it quickly. Her eyes widened slightly. "You have every class with me and Jasper. In some of the other classes you have one or none of the others, but you have every class with us."

"What grades are ya'll in anyway?" I could feel my earlier anger simmering down and so could she. She simply smiled and nodded in understanding.

"Jasper, Emmett, and I are all seniors and Edward and Alice are juniors." I smiled. This is going to be fun.

"Rose?"

"Yeah, Izzy?"

"Let's go to class." I smiled and she laughed. I looped my arm through hers and we stalked the halls of the school to our first class with Emmett following close behind. We laughed knowing that every kid was thinking that the two most beautiful people were now close and they should watch out before we kill them.

I sat down in my seat between Rose and Emmett. Then suddenly a boy with a desperate look in his eyes but a smile that he thought was charming turned around in the seat in front of us. His smile grew and apparently so did his confidence when his eyes roamed down to my chest.

I gripped his chin in my hand tightly and roughly moved his head to look into my eyes. "My eyes are up here, dumbass," I hissed before I dropped my hand and glared at him.

His confidence seemed to grow even more along with his determination because his smile grew. "Your eyes are quite beautiful, I must admit."

"Yeah. You must. Now please cut the bull and tell me why you suddenly think that you can just stare at me like I'm a piece of meat. Then tell me what you want."

"I'll tell you what I want. I want a date with the gorgeous Isabella Swan. You are simply breath-taking." He must have thought he was charming because he stared intensely at me. I could feel Rosalie and Emmett's glares on this conversation. So I smiled a half smile for Rose, showing her I would take care of it.

I leaned in ever so slowly and he seemed to get even more excited thinking he won. I was best at my whispered threats. "I'll tell you what. You turn around and quit staring at me. But you won't get a date. If you continue to even so much as think about me in any inappropriate way, I will make sure that someone tears off some very important parts for your hand when you're alone in your room thinking about some chick and makes you swallow it. Then I will be sure to let my father, the chief of police, have a long talk to you about sexual harassment. You want that, sugar?" I purred in his ear, satisfied when he shook his head with wide eyes. "Good. Now turn." Instantly, he turned around in his seat, not even taking a single glance at this girl that I knew was going to be a jerk to me who was trying desperately for his attention.

Rose high-fived me and Emmett started laughing. Then Jasper walked into the room. I remembered something I learned not too long ago and sent him a deliberate wave of amusement from me. His eyes widened slightly but I continued talking to Rose about possibly spending the night at her house this weekend. She agreed quickly and squealed gleefully. This was an amazing friendship already. Jasper sat next to a still pale pervert, in front of Emmett and asked why "Mike Newton" was scared. We all laughed.

Emmett then went into full detail about what I said and Jasper smiled slightly, though he was shaking in complete and utter rage. I put a hand over his and sent him a burst of calm. I don't know why I did. But I hated seeing him angry. Immediately I realized my mistake and asked the teacher if I could go home for the rest of the day because I wasn't feeling so well when he walked in. Rose and Emmett looked confused while Jasper gave me a suspicious look. This is not laying low. I high-tailed it out to my car, only to find Jasper leaning against the driver's side with an eyebrow raised.

"Well, that was interesting," Jasper mused.

"What is?" I decided to play innocent. I had to. My uncle is so going to kill me.

"You know what it is." He glowered at me.

"Listen, I don't feel good and want to go home. Just let me leave." I pushed him away from my car and jumped in. I drove as fast as I could out of the parking lot and straight home. I ran inside to find my uncle sitting at my table with his wife behind him and her hand on his shoulder.

"Bella." He said.

Shit. "Hi Peter. Hey Charlotte."

JASPER POV

I can't believe it. She was able to deliberately project onto me. I got the instant feeling to call Carlisle but stopped myself. I need to call Peter. He'll know what to do. He always does.

I called Peter on my way home from a hunt after school was over. This girl was something special. Maybe Peter has some cryptic message on how to figure this out. Or maybe I'm simply over-thinking things. Maybe she just felt really calm when touching my hand. Why am I thinking about this?

"Hey Major," Peter answered. I could almost feel his smug emotions through the phone.

"Peter, I think we've got a problem. There's this new girl at the school. She seems to know I'm an Empath. I felt amusement from her and then suddenly it was like she was sending me some calm. It was so strange. Then I could have sworn she mentioned something about your ranch in San Antonio. But she said it was her uncle who had a ranch there. It's really wierding me out." I felt as if it were important I tell him all this.

Suddenly I heard sounds of Charlotte holding someone and Peter was growling low in his throat. "Did she know?" he said sarcastically.

"Don't be sarcastic Peter. This is not the time. I think this human knows about us."

"Oh come on Jasper! You are over-thinking this. And over-reacting. Just go back to whatever it is you do with that mate of yours. The seer. Quit worrying about it. It's nothing. Leave the poor girl alone. She's new. She was probably wishing you were calm. I am too. Just do whatever and leave the drama to the girls." He started snickering.

I sighed. "You're right Peter. You always are. Talk to you another time, yeah?"

"Of course. Now go. I have some business with Charlotte to attend to."

I laughed and hung up. Peter's right. He wouldn't lead me wrong. So I headed home and watched Rose pace all night until it was time for school. Then she'd get ready and go through school in a daze. When we got home she'd pace again. This went on 'til Friday morning when we saw Izzy's car pulled in. She got on and I swear my jaw dropped.

She was wearing a denim mini with a frayed hem that showed off her legs until below her knees where the same boots from Monday covered the rest of her legs. She was wearing a dark purple shirt that was puffy at the sleeves and hung on the sides of her arms under a tight black actual corset. She had her hair pin-straight and caught the light perfectly in her hair when she turned to get her black bag, letting me see her natural red highlights. Her black eyeliner made her deep chocolate-brown eyes pop and look perfect. And here she was, walking toward us.

"Hey Izzy!" Alice called, forcing a smile as she placed her small hand protectively on my chest.

She glared at Alice then smiled when she saw Rose. Alice's own smile faltered. "Rosie!" Izzy squealed and was somehow able to run in her heels to Rose. She threw her hands around her neck. "I'm so sorry I didn't call. But the flu hit me right then and there. Ugh, I hated just sitting on the couch watching the games with Charlie. Got kind of bored after a while." Izzy complained, her accent was still there and was strong.

"Hey Busy-Izzy, how's it going?" Emmett bellowed as he wrapped her up in a hug. Edward growled and I chuckled, leaving Alice dumb-struck.

"Feeling much better, thanks Em. Let's go to class, shall we Rosie?" Izzy giggled.

"We shall, Izzy." With that, the long-haired blonde and the short-haired brunette skipped off. I smiled and followed. Alice tried to hug me and kiss me but I pushed her away.

"Get over your petty jealousies, Alice and let me be." I almost growled at her.

She looked back at me indignantly. Edward glowered at me. "I can't get a read on her mind, Jasper. She could be dangerous," Edward warned.

"Yeah right," I scoffed. "Just because your ability doesn't work on her, suddenly means that she's some sort of vampire killer? Get over your egotistical self Eddie." I walked over to follow Emmett, leaving Edward and Alice in my tracks.

The first classes went by smoothly with Izzy sitting next to me in every one of them. She was always joking and teasing with either me or Rosie. And then whenever Rosie would nudge her and whisper something in her ear too low for me to hear, she would blush and shake her head with a small smile. So beautiful. Wait…what? Did I just say my sister's best friend is beautiful? Especially when she dresses in more than beautiful clothes. I guess the right word is sexy. But that still doesn't work. Radiant, stunning, magnificent, powerful. Those are better words.

Oh no. I'm falling for Isabella Swan. A human Isabella Swan. The girl I had just met not four days ago. Me, a married man, is falling for a human. I'm in some deep shit.


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