"Hey Bella," a nasally voice came from behind me.

I turned around to see a tall, skinny boy with grimy black hair.

"Not trying to be rude," I said, "but do I know you?"

"Yeah," the boy said, "but you may not remember me. I'm Henry, from dissection."

"The last time I took dissection was two years ago," I said, grimacing.

Dissection was not my favorite subject.

"I know," Henry said, "I tried to talk to you but you never heard me. But, anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime. Anytime. I'm always free. Even when I'm not free, I'll be free. I'll be so free I could fly!"

"I don't think I'm available…" I trailed off, hoping he'd get a hint.

I watched as his face crumbled, then brightened, "well, whenever you are available, I'll be free. Even if your just lonely and you need to snuggle. Or if your lonely and you want someone to sit next to. Or I could sit on the other side of the room. Or I can just look at you through your window!"

Okay, a bit scary. How was I going to get out of this one?

"I don't think she'll be available."

Thank god for Alice. TGFA.

"I don't believe I was asking you," Henry huffed.

"Yeah, but I was talking to you," Alice retorted.

"Let Bella answer," Henry commanded.

"In situations like these," Alice sneered, "Bella would rather Alice answer, for her."

"Let Bella talk!" Henry yelled, agitated.

"If Bella wanted to talk, Bella would talk," Alice told Henry, "period."

Alice linked her petite arm around mine and strolled off.

"Bye Hammy," I called.

"It's Henry," he called after me.

"Thank you Alice," I whispered to Alice, "I think that guy was stalking me!"

"Bella," Alice sighed, shaking her head, "he isn't the only boy stalking you!"

"That made me feel loads better!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey Bella," the soccer team yelled as we crossed the field.

"Hey guys!" I smiled.

I liked being popular. Everyone was nice to you…well almost everyone. I hate the girls who are jealous of me. They are so mean.

I'm not a popular stereotype. I think of myself as nice. People say I'm pretty, which is one of the reasons they are jealous of me.

I think I'm pretty plain looking. But, apparently, almost all the boys at California High, don't think I'm average looking.

I have been drooled over ever since I got here.

It is really annoying. But other than that, my life was great.

"You are lucky," Alice had told me, "some people aren't given the time of day."

A/N: I know, this chapter is really super short. I need to know whether or not you would like me to continue this story. It is pretty much about Bella being the 'it' girl. You can tell me where you want me to go with this story. Review, review, review!

-Rebecca