I wanted to kill my mother. How dare she send me away to my father. Why do you ask? Because apparently 'living with a police chief will surely set me straight', yeah I quote. I didn't even know my dad, and she expected me to go live with him after 3 consecutive years with no contact?

My mum thought I was some sort of demon child. Of course, she just hated that I went to parties all the time, and party hard might I say. I was loved in Phoenix almost every guy, single or taken, wanted me. I was the it girl to have. And if I say so myself, I loved the attention. The staring, the whistling, the chants. I would miss it all, all because I had to move to a stupid town in the middle of fucking no where.

When the plane landed at Seattle airport I couldn't help but want to punch the living daylights out of every single fucking person. I wanted the sun to come out, and warm my ivory skin. I used to hate being pale when I was younger, I never seemed to fit in with the other girls. But I grew to love it as it made me stand out amongst the try hard cheer leading sluts that called themselves 'hot'.

I wouldn't call myself 'fake' but neither would I call myself 'pure'. Though I had tried to convince my mum many times I was a virgin, it was practically the only thing I didn't lie to her about, call me old fashioned. But I wanted to save sex for someone special, not some dead beat at a party that just 'wanted a good fuck.'

"Bella?" Charlie asked me. Who the fuck doesn't know what there own daughter looks like?

"Yeah that's me. I guess." Charlie laughed awkwardly and pulled me into a one armed embrace. I pulled away after a moment of pure awkwardness, still trying not to hurt his feelings. I don't know why, but I pitied the poor man, living all by himself in this shit hole. I followed Charlie out to the police cruiser.

"You don't have another car?" I scoffed. Charlie looked at me like I was the most spoilt person on the face of the earth, then he sighed.

"Bella, not everyone can have money." No shit sherlock, I wanted to reply. I just kept my mouth shut, not wanting to get grounded, or sent back. You're an idiot! My conscience screamed at me. I wanted to go home, all I had to do was make Charlie hate me.

"No shit." I said finally. Charlie just kept his eyes on the keys he just inserted to turn the car on. The drive to Charlie's was excruciating, I was about to crack, scream, punch, do something. When Charlie finally spoke up, clearing his throat beforehand.

"Bella, your mother told me a lot about you. How you get into a lot of trouble. I just want you to know that there will be rules in my house. Youwill have an 11pm curfew." I snorted but he just continued, "You will have chores, your choice between cooking or doing the laundry." I was instantly relieved, I loved cooking, it was my secret passion.

"Rightio father dearest." I said in a sickly sweet tone. "But don't expect me to be home by eleven, thats just down right fucking stupid." I said.

"Don't you swear while I'm around you!" He scolded, I just snorted and started laughing.

"What's that? The what, third time you've ever been around me, I'm not particularly concerned Charlie." He grumbled when I called him by his first name, but made no move to argue with me again. I always win. I thought to myself. Every one of my friends new it, I was the most stubbornest person alive, and whatever fight was started, I would win.

"Don't you touch my boyfriend you bitch!" Ho bag screamed at me, I didn't even know her name.

"I'll touch whoever the fuck I want you little slut, now back the fuck off before I rip your jaw off and feed it to the hungry males positioning themselves around me." I smirked knowing she would piss off eventually.

"I – uh Fuck you! He is my boyfriend! Don't touch him."

"You obviously don't put out babe, he practically begged me for head, which I gladly have him."

I laughed to myself when I thought of how she hadn't shown her face at school for two weeks, and when she did, she was depressed and had fucking slits all over her fucking body. It was repulsive. I hated blood.

Charlie looked at me like I was insane so I just shook my head and waved him off. Definitely not wanting him to get into that story.

When we arrived to Charlie's I couldn't help but feel a little claustrophobic. I was expected to live in that small thing? With another person? More than likely sharing a bathroom. I groaned as soon as Charlie left the car. "fuck me." I whispered to myself. I was never an aggressive person, but today had me wanting to punch everyone in the fucking face.

Charlie showed me up to my new room, I wanted to drop to the floor and cry when I saw that it was pink. "I hope you like pink."

"Not overly." I answered bluntly.

"I'll give you some money to go buy some new things for your room."

"Thanks." I mumbled as Charlie passed me the $50 dollar note. Of course I thought ahead and brought my own bed sheets, pillowcases and band posters to cover my walls. But I didn't have a job, and I smoked. So add one and one and you get 'I need to get money to buy me some nicotine'. Charlie didn't hover, he went straight downstairs and turned on some crappy sport show.

I sighed and looked around my pink, fluffy room. This was my new life. I might as well get used to it. I sighed and opened the curtains, for the first time noticing the huge ass house next door. I groaned and wished I could live in that kick-ass place. I grabbed my jumper, hiding my smokes in it and ran downstairs.

"I'm going to er, investigate the woods." I said glancing towards the backyard. Remembering full well the vast wetlands that surrounded Forks, and my dads backyard. Charlie laughed and nodded, turning his attention back to his game. I registered it in my brain to remember he was easily distracted while watching sport.

I walked out the back door, into the chilly air that whipped and burned my skin. I frowned and pulled my jumper over my head and welcomed its warmness. I made my way into the woods, for the first time noticing that there wasn't a fence separating any of the houses. No personal space. I thought to myself. I made my way through the tree's until I knew Charlie wouldn't be able to see me. Luckily it wasn't raining for the first time in forever and I didn't have to find cover. I sat down on a smooth rock and took the lighter out of my cigarette packet, lighting a cancer stick. I always laughed when people told me that. I inhaled and welcomed the familiar feeling spread that spread throughout my body.

"Smoking is terrible for you." Someone whom I had never heard before spoke. I nearly shat my pants, but remained to keep my gaze on my hands.

"So I've been told, over and over." I replied darkly. I really couldn't be bothered putting up with this shit.

"So give me one then." I frowned and looked up at the stranger. He had dark auburn hair and emerald green eyes, his full lips where moist and all I could imagine was pulling on his bottom one with my teeth while he... snap out of it. I shook my head, thus clearing it and looked up at the sexy stranger again. "Well?" he pushed.

"Well what?" I replied curtly.

"Can I have one?" I nodded slowly, pulling another cigarette out of the packet and passing it to him. He took it and pulled his lighter out of his pocket. I watched as he slipped the smoke into his mouth, looking way too sexy. Not even Chase Crawford could pull that off.

"So.." He began, I had gone through this many times. Here come the Q&A "Who are you?"

"Bella." I replied. Who the fuck did he think he was?

"Bella who?"

"I could ask you the same Mr. Pushy." I replied. How lame was that! I internally kicked myself.

"Well I'm curious as to why such a pretty girl would be out in the woods all by herself." He thought I was pretty? I hadn't even looked in the mirror since I got here, and I was sure I had terrible plain hair.

"Isabella Swan. I prefer Bella, actually, if you ever call me Isabella, I will rip your balls off." I said. I hatd the name Isabella, it always made me feel like I was a little girl in trouble.

"Well, nice to meet you Bella. My name is Edward Cullen. I presume when you say Swan that your are Chief Swans daughter. I live next door to you." I nodded silently screaming that I lived next door to that. "I helped your dad yesterday carry a bed into a room and helped him put it together. Im presuming you are lucky enough to be given those lovely bedsheets."

"Shut the fuck up." I grumbled. Edward laughed while I swooned over the sound of it. What the fuck? What was I, like twelve? I didn't get crushes on boys.

"What sort of music do you like?" He asked, listening attentively like he could really give a flying fuck.

"Um, my favourite band of all time is Paramore. But I also like, Greenday, U2, Owl City... all those sorts." Edward nodded and a huge grin spread across his face.

"I love Paramore." He mused. I had never met a guy that really liked Paramore. I felt like wrapping my arms around him and hugging him. Bella Swan does not fucking hug. My inner bitch told me.

"Why are you out here?" I asked.

"I had to get away from my hyperactive sister." I mumbled. From the way he talked about her, I could tell he loved her, though the word 'hyperactive' made me grimace. I didn't have any energy.

"How old are you?" He asked smoothly. I blushed knowing I would be way to young for him.

"15, but I swear to fucking god I act older!"

"I can tell." he didn't seem bothered by my age at all. But I knew all chances of dating this fine guy had just been thrown out the window by my big mouth.

"You?" I asked weakly.

"I'm seventeen, but I swear I act younger than I am!" he gushed, imitating me. I couldn't help but laugh at the way he said this.

Me and Edward talked about all out likes and dislikes. I learnt he played the piano and guitar, and that he wasn't too keen on competitive sports, though he like working out in the gym. I swooned over imagining him pumping weights or something.

"Hey Edward, are there any good parties around here?" I asked. He beamed and smiled down at me.

"Hell fucking yeah, me and my siblings throw one every few weeks. There are some other kids around that have awesome parties too! You like to party?"

"Absolutely! But I can't go to any of yours if I'm right next door." I sounded like a fucking five year old crying because she lost her lollipop.

"We always wait until the chief is on a fishing trip or doing something, Bella." he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

We kept talking until it started drizzling lightly, and both made our way home.

EPOV

"Edward! C'mon lets go shopping." What the fuck?

"I'm not a fucking girl Alice!" I yelled.

"Language!" Esme scolded from the next room. I sighed, running out into the woods at full speed. I noted how it hadn't rained once today, I smiled and not having to worry about slipping and splitting my head open.

I heard the faint sound of a lighter being lit and made my way quietly to the girl sitting on the rock. She was the most exquisite thing I had ever seen, big brown chocolate eyes, and long dark brown hair to her waist. I watched as she took a drag of her cigarette and licked my lips unconsciously, all I could think about was kissing her beautiful lips.

"Smoking is terrible for you." I told the mysterious girl, even though I wanted a drag myself.

"So I've been told, over and over." She said, clearly annoyed. Her voice was even more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

"So give me one then." I stated, probably too rude for her liking, but Edward Cullen is not the type to be nice. After a few moment silence I decided to ask her again "Well?" I pushed, letting annoyance seep through my tone. Was she mentally incompetent?

"Well what?" She replied curtly.

"Can I have one?" She nodded, taking her time and passed me the cigarette. I lit it up and took a drag, noticing how her attention was redirected onto her hands.

I talked to Bella for what seemed like hours. I learnt that she had an incredible taste in music, I learnt that she was 15, I learnt that she played acoustic guitar and I learnt that she was possibly the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen in my entire 17 years.

Though she was two years younger than me, I couldn't help but want to kiss her. It was there and then that I made a vow to myself. I will kiss Isabella Swan. Though I'm technically 'taken' I could fix that all on Monday.

I laughed aloud at my cocky self while retreating to my house. As soon as I walked in I was bombarded with Esme and Alice.

"Where have you been?" Alice screamed.

"Oh um, nowhere. Why? How long was I gone?"

"Three hours Edward. That is unacceptable." Esme scolded, relief thick in her voice.

"Sorry mum, I'm going to bed if you don't mind." She smiled and nodded while Alice glared at me the whole way up the stairs. I flipped her off while Esme's back was facing me, which made Alice shoot me 'if looks could kill' look.

I laughed and retreated to my bedroom, the whole time thinking about Bella Swan.