BPOV

I woke up that morning.. Pissed. I couldn't find a single damn thing I had packed when I moved from my beloved Pheonix to God forsaken Forks. I couldn't find my hair brush. I couldn't find a single pair of underwear. Bras OR panties. I couldnt find my car keys... Charlie had already left for work. Crap. I looked at the wall clock... I had 10 minutes to get ready before I should start walking to school. I ran my fingers through my hair to get as many knots out as possible. I quickly brushed my teeth. I threw on the first thing I spotted on the foot of my bed, in a rush, and threw it on. Hollister jeans and... Great. A white tank top. I'm not wearing a bra... and it's cold as fuck outside.. You get the picture. I glanced at the clock again... 5 minutes. Shit! I'll just throw on a jacket.. In the next three minutes I raided my entire closet and suitcase.

No jacket. Just perfect.. 2 minutes left. Got to go! I quickly managed to slip on my white vans as I ran out the front door.

The cold air bit me... right on my exposed neck. (pun intended) I cringed as I kept a fast pace on the way to Forks High School.

"Shit shit shit SHIT!" I yelled angrily as I stomped my whole way there. At least it wasn't raining.. Just then I felt a drop of rain on my bare chest as the school came into view.. You've GOT to be shitting me. This only happens in movies!

I bolted to the school as fast as I could. I found cover.. I was cold. I was wet. I was in a tank top. My hair was a mess. This was the worst school day I've ever had. And the bell hadn't even rang yet..

"Isabella?" I heard a guy say behind me.

I quickly turned around. He obviously thought it safe to assume it was my name.. due to the fact that I reacted to it.. So he continued. He was tall and thin. Blonde. But not the least bit attractive. "My name is Mike.. You're new here." He said it as a statement not a question. He looked me up and down, obviously confused. And probably a little turned on due to the fact that my nipples were hard, and I was wearing a wet, thin, white shirt. I decided to ignore it. I didn't need to be reminded of the condition I was in.

"Just Bell. Yes I'm new." I replied... I normaly went by Bella. But I'm sporting a new look today so I thought what the hell? Why not a new name too? Just Bell.. I like it.. Shorter.. One syllable. Smaller.. Like the amount of clothing I'm wearing. Less.

I mentally rolled my eyes. Yeah, like I needed to be reminded of how absurd I must look. I was simply being bitter because everything had gone wrong today. Already.

"Um.." Mike started as he continued looking at my chest. The guy already annoyed me. "Do you mind if I ask why you're-" I cut him off.

"Wet? Ratty? Half naked?" I replied with a snide smile.. "Yes. I mind if you ask." My smile dissappeared. His eyes widened.

"Um.. okay. Well.. Would you at least like to borrow my jacket? What's your first class?" Mike quickly asked. Clearly semi-frightened of me. Hmm.. It felt kind of nice. I made a mental note to be slightly bitchier to people I didn't like. Obviously it would keep them in line.

"Government. And no. I don't need a damn jaket. I just walked nearly two miles in the freezing weather.. and then it started to rain. If I needed a jacket for my survival, obviously I'd be dead by now." I snapped, coldly.

Mike hesitated.. the bell rang. "Government is my first class too. I'll walk you there." He chose to ignore the rest of my rant. I think he stated that he would walk me to first period instead of asking if he may, because he was afraid of being coldly rejected once more. I didn't reply. I just walked a few steps behind him.

A few hours later...

The lunch bell finally rang. Thank god. My shirt was almost dry now, but my hair was a frizzy mess. I loved that this school was so small, only because after only 4 periods here I now know my way around almost everywhere, and now also had the power to coldly reject Mike's offers to walk me everywhere. I no longer had use for him. I sat alone, enjoying the stares and attention I was getting, due to the new look I was sporting. Mike sat next to me, with a tray full of food.

"Hey, Bell." He said with a smile.

I sighed. Did he not get that we weren't friends? "Mike. Do you not understand that we are not-"

And then I saw him. He was beautiful. Pale. Golden eyes. A leather jacket and crooked smile that screamed danger. From that moment. That very second. I knew I was obsessed. No one else would do. I wouldn't stay away, the way his smile warned me to. Bella never get she wants.. It's a good thing I was no longer Bella. I was Bell. Bell got what she wanted.

"Bell?..Be-ell?" Mike's sing-song tone interupted my fantasy. I so badly wanted to smack him with the greasy chicken he so ignorantly put in front of me. I was a vegitarian. "Do I understand that we aren't what?" he finnished after he finally got my attention.

"Uhh.. nevermind." I decided I did have a little use left for Mike after all. I shouldn't crush him yet. "Who's that?" I asked Mike, gesturing toward the dangerous guy I'd just fallen in lust with.

Mike's gaze followed my nod. He now looked genuinely pissed. "Should've figured" he said with a sarcastic, angry, 'I-don't-believe-this-shit', smirk. "The dick's name is Edward. Have fun." Mike quickly snatched up his damn chicken and walked away... no. Make that stomped away. I had to stifle a laugh... And that's when Edward's gaze, met mine.