Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight and all that jazz.

Hey Guys! Ok, this is the first chapter to my new story! It's the first Fanfic I've ever written so I hope I didn't do such a horrible job at it. Tell me what you think! I'm open to suggestions and even bashing, if necessary.

The characters are pretty OOC. But not too much, I suppose. Besides, who doesn't love all the different sides of Edward? I know I do. Haha. Updates won't happen all that fast because you know--with school starting and everything. Gotta make good impressions on teachers! Haha! The first chapters are kinda short because it's the beginning of the story and it's only intros. So hopefully the next few chapters will be longer.

Songs:

Dangerous by Akon ft. Kardinal Offishall

Smack That by Eminem ft. Akon

Enjoy!

EPOV

Girl I can't notice but to,

notice you, noticing me,

from across the room I can see it and can't stop myself from looking and

noticing you, noticing me.

I closed my eyes and started to focus on the different thoughts that were floating in my head. Increasing the volume of my iPod as one of my favourite songs started to play. My hands drummed the beats of the song against the arm rests feeling completely engulfed in nothing else but the music.

Hip-hop songs from artists like Akon, Eminem, T-pain and Flo Rida are probably not the music parents would recommend their children to listen to; with their provocative and disrespecting lyrics. If they did have their way though, we'd still be listening to Barney and The Teletubbies until we were all well into our thirties. Sure Hip-hop can be labelled as loud, pointless and just plain stupid by some. But to me, it is one of the few genres that I can get my mind lost in.

That girl is a bad girl, I've seen her type before

She's so DANGEROUS,That girl is so DANGEROUS,

That girl is a bad girl, yeah

It has bass beats that your heart would automatically thump along with and a rhythm that would make memorizing lyrics so much easier. Belting out profanities but at the same time, not mean them. It amazes me how words can always mean so much and can also mean so little. It all really depends on the emotion you put behind them. You don't have to think twice about what words are slipping out of your lips next due to such familiarity. Or you could hardly care about the obnoxious words altogether and just search your mind for something else to think about and have the blaring music serve as a shield against the world.

Ohhh yeah thats her the big dog tryin to get her little kitty to purr.

Ex-man lookin at me like i'm Lucifer, Cause he knows I will deal with his case yes SIR!

Don't get me wrong, it's not all I listen to. I enjoy a lot of other genres as well; Rock, Acoustic rock, Rap, Classical, Country—you name it. I listen to songs that usually reflect my mood during a certain moment like most people do.

Watch out I've seen her type before

That girl is so DANGEROUS,

That girl is so DANGEROUS,

…

I listen to the song until it almost comes to an end, its last verses repeating over and over. I slowly push myself off my black Lay-Z boy recliner I've been burying myself in for the past hour or so. My family sometimes get the impression that I'm clinically depressed just because I drown myself in music for hours, not moving or talking. I shook my head as I recalled one of the "talks" I had to endure.

Flashback

With a pillow over my head, I groaned realizing Alice outside my room talking to Esme.

"Mom, I'm telling you; something's wrong with him!" Alice hissed, trying to be subtle. I rolled my eyes. I have headphones on—I'm not deaf. Esme muttered something and I prepared myself for another "heart to heart" as my mother would call it.

"Edward? Can I come in?" she knocked quietly though already halfway through the door. I took a deep breath. It's best if I could take the annoyance out of my voice as to not add more suspicion to my apparent "condition".

"Sure, Mom." I sat up on my bed, the pillow falling on my lap in the process. I paused my music to hear her more clearly.

"Son, you know I love you very much, right? You can tell me absolutely anything. I can't bear to see you so upset over something that I'm sure can be solved." she stated in a motherly tone that took the annoyance out completely. She just cares about me and wants to help. But the last time we had a "heart to heart" I told her that there was nothing wrong with me and I just wanted some time alone—which is true. She took it as a sign of denial and pressured me into telling her what's really going on. I had to think of another approach to this fix this situation.

"I know, Mom." I took another deep breath to appear as though I had difficulty saying what was on my mind. My eyes met hers. She looked at me intently with all her attention focused towards me. When I saw the seriousness in her eyes I suddenly remembered that I didn't think of a reason yet. What was I to say? I'm mentally unstable and that I should be sent to a mental institution?! No…it had to be something not too tragic that would require me having to see some kind of psychiatrist yet bad enough for them to know it's best to leave me alone.

I blurted out the first idea that came to my head.

"It's about a girl…" I said silently. WHAT?! A girl?! Jeez, Edward, you could be a little bit more creative than that! "I've liked this girl for quite sometime now but…I found out she doesn't feel the same way." I looked down trying to hide the obvious lie in my eyes. Thank goodness my mother saw that as a sign of depression. She ran to my side and gave me a hug.

"Oh, Edward. It's alright, I'm sure it had nothing to do with you. She'd be a fool not to see how wonderful you are" her eyes gleaming as she praised me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Wonderful? Yeah right. I just nodded my head sheepishly.

And with that, she left my room. I plopped back down to my bed and released a stressed out breath. I was about to resume listening to the song I had been occupied with earlier when I heard Emmett asking Esme if I was alright.

"Yeah, he just seems a little upset over a girl who didn't return his affection." I could practically see her pouting when she spoke. After saying that, she walked off quietly. Then I heard Alice ask Emmett what Esme found out.

"Edward didn't get laid by some girl." I rolled my eyes at my brother's crude language and lack of skill in relaying the correct information. I hastily grabbed the pillow that had been tossed off to the side and shoved my face into it.

End Flashback

And since then, I learned to get up from time to time to walk around the house and socialize with the others. I'm not depressed—really. I just want to be alone sometimes to think about whatever there is to think about. And it's not that I dislike being with my family, I love them with every fibre of my being. But sometimes I feel like the world is crowding around me and trying to suffocate me with all the evil it can muster up. So what better way to regain control over everything than by being away from the problem itself?

I sigh as another song came into play. I immediately recognized it as Smack That by Eminem and Akon. I laughed—another Akon song. I decided to walk around the house with my headphones still attached to my head and my iPod safely placed in my pocket. As I stepped out of my bedroom, I was immediately hit with the smell of fresh baked brownies—my favourite. Making my way down the stairs, I made a mad dash for the kitchen.

I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow

Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo

Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo

And possibly bend you over look back and watch me

Taking a quick glance at my watch, I realized it was only 4pm. Esme said she wouldn't be home till dinner time. Couldn't be Carlisle, he doesn't get back till late at night because of the workload he has at the hospital. Alice? No, she doesn't like cooking. Emmett? Hah—I almost laughed out loud at the thought of my older brother trying to cook. The last time he tried, he failed miserably and managed to cover our entire kitchen with purple goo. Only God knows what that boy was trying to make.

I feel it down and cracked now (ooh)

I see it dull and backed now

I'm gonna call her, than I pull the mack down

Money no problem, pocket full of that now!

As the aroma of fresh brownies pulled me face to face with the mahogany door of our kitchen, I tentatively pushed it open. I lowered the volume of my iPod so I could hear whether someone was inside or not. The song lulled down into a quiet but still evident, background music.

"Hello?" I asked as I inched more into the room. "Alice? Are you in here?" I asked hoping she would pop out somewhere; happy and jumpy as always. Our kitchen was fairly large so you had to move around the room to actually be able to see the entire thing. I reached the island we had that was decorated with marble and granite. When my palm met the cool tile, I heard a loud crash of pots and pans from somewhere close. I leaned over the island to inspect its other side.

And possibly bend you over look back and watch me.

I stopped mid-way and my eyes went as wide as saucers. Right in front of me was a sight that will forever be embedded in my mind.

SMACK THAT…!

So...what'd you think? Good, bad, neutral? Tell me the truth, I can take it!

Next chapter will be written in Bella's POV since you know, we always gotta make intros for the two.

Review please! Nothing makes me happier--actually, that's a lie. Food makes me happier. You could send me food, but I don't think that's possible. So reviews will do!