Um, yeah. This story is kind of based on true events that have happened in my life, but since my life has a copyright, I'm going to change it up a little bit.

I don't own anything. Sigh.

Shout out to Redheadluvr1300 and Tequilaluvr, mai BFFAEAEs till the end of time! Thea, you're the Gus to my Shawn, and Ali, I hope everything goes great with Nick!

BPOV

"So, do you see anything you like?" Alice stretched up to see through the crowd. She was on her tip-toes, and the way she extended her neck made her look like a giraffe. I laughed at her then realized that I too was somewhat standing on my tip-toes to see through the horde of hormonal teenage girls.

"Hmph! I can't see anything! Why must I be so vertically challenged?!" Alice tried jumping up and down, holding on to my shoulder to support her weight.

I chuckled and shook my head, but I was frustrated too, so I squeezed my way through the little spaces between the rest of the girls trying to see. When I got up a little closer, I had to get down on the ground and crawl to make my way up to the front.

There they were. All of them, so eccentric, so foreign, so unknown, so…….interesting. I squealed with glee and clapped as they entered our school for the first time in history.

When I was 16, my mom Renee kicked me out claiming that I was too much of a burden, and that I could spend some "quality time" with my dad Charlie in hell- oops, I mean Forks, Washington. It was the worst two weeks of my life. Charlie made me make him breakfast and dinner every day. I had to do all the laundry, including his girlfriend Sue's, and I had to baby-sit this stupid kid named Jacob, who I'm pretty sure doesn't need baby-sitting, considering the fact that at the time he was 13 ½, and attempted to hit on me- twice. After two weeks, I got so fed up with stupid Charlie, and stupid Jacob, and all of stupid Forks, that I just left. I packed my bags, called my cousin Alice to tell her I'd be moving in, and next thing I know, I'm on a plane flying to New York.

Now I go to NYB-HIGH, and today is definitely a day to remember. New York Boarding School High (NYB-HIGH) has been a private, all girls' school since the day it opened up. Now, as we stand here, squealing and jumping up and down, boys are dispersing themselves throughout the school. As of today, March 27, NYB-HIGH is officially a public school! Thank the lord! Guys are flowing through the front gates as if it were natural for them to be here. All of the girls, 9th-12th grade are staring at the gates as the boys flood through our school.

They seemed just as happy to be here as we were to have them here.

Alice suddenly appeared next to me, and I was startled to see that her eyebrows were all scrunched up, and she was giving me the classic Alice pout. I quirked an eyebrow and started asking "What is i-" but before I could even finish my sentence, she was giving me an explanation.

"I saw this one pretty attractive guy, so I walked up to him thinking that I could introduce myself. But, the moment I got up to him, that stupid whore Jessica was rubbing herself all over him. He kinda blushed, but didn't refuse, so I just stormed off."

"Well, Alice, there are over three hundre-" She cut me off again.

"Then I found this other moderately good-looking guy, but I didn't even get the chance to blink before two more sluts were on him! I don't know what I'm going to do if those skanks keep stealing all the good men!" I just rolled my eyes.

The crowd started dying down when fewer guys started coming through our gates. It didn't seem like there were very many left. And whoever was left was not my type.

I gently closed my eyes, and sighed. I guess I wasn't going to have any luck this year. I could understand why, I mean, I was pretty but nothing compared to Alice. She was gorgeous. Her pixie haircut was a beautiful shade of mahogany, and her eyes…Her eyes were those of a god. They were rich, caramel colored, intense and wide with excitement and joy. I was envious of her perfect body and the way that boys would always do a double take whenever she walked by. I wished I was Alice, but I knew that would never happen, so I just had to work with what I had.

I opened my eyes, and looked back to the gate.

"OH MY GOD!" Alice and I said in unison. I felt like I was going to pass out. No way could this beauty exist, especially at a crappy boarding school in the middle of New York. They looked like they belonged on a pedestal somewhere in the middle of Rome. "Oh..Uh…...d..……huuh," Was all I managed to get out. I began feeling like I was going to faint. Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth, I told myself over and over.

I blinked again and again to wake myself up from my dream.

But I wasn't dreaming.

Standing before us were no doubt the three handsomest, Greek-godlike, most attractive men I had seen in my life. I looked to Alice who stared on, slack-jawed and wide-eyed at them.

I took a deep breath, and then braced myself to look back. They walked in with such elegance that I found myself gaping at their beauty. Thankfully I caught myself, and tried to put on a somewhat ladylike face.

The three of them were all different, but all equally as handsome as the other. The one on the far right was huge. I hate to admit it, but he sort of intimidated me. His bicep muscles looked like they were going to rip through his shirt and you could see his abs through the tight fabric clinging to his mid-section.

The one in the middle was also very attractive, but I'm not big on blondes. I prefer dark hair, but his was a face to die for. His curly hair framed out his face in such a perfect way that I couldn't help but gawk at his beauty. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw that Alice was doing the same. He was about 6'2" and his legs took up about ¾ of that. He could truly be a male model.

My gaze left him after about 3 minutes, and met the gaze of the male on the far left. He stared into my eyes, but it felt like he was staring into my soul. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to avert my eyes in order to prevent an accident like me running up and into his arms, whispering some very dirty stuff into his ear, and then shoving my tongue down his throat. No, Bella! Bad Girl! Don't think about that! Shame on you!

When I looked back, he was watching the ground in front of him as if it were the most interesting piece of literature he had ever read. I sighed, but took the opportunity to ogle him. His bronze hair was so beautiful that it made me want to cry. His eyes were a shocking green, and his facial features were the best out of all three guys. He was wearing a plain grey short-sleeved shirt and boot-leg jeans that fit him perfectly. He was not as buff as the first guy, but he was a bit more buff then the second one. He seemed to be around 6'3" though I couldn't be sure. He had on some old, worn-out vans and as I stared, I realized something.

Why am I doing this? He is too perfect.

He would never be interested in someone like me.