A/N: So this is my first fanfic ever and I hope I did everything alright. Tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I own nothing... Not even Edward. He and everything else belongs to Stephenie Meyer.


This could probably be considered one of the most awkward conversations of my seventeen years. Here I am in a car with my father, who I've never technically lived with while my mother is off traveling with her baseball playing, younger husband. It's a shame I don't have the courage to jump out of the car. We're definitely moving fast enough, being on the highway and all.

"So… Do you still like to fish?"

No, Charlie, I'm afraid the only time I've fished were those summers I spent with you here in Forks and I didn't exactly enjoy it.

"Not really."

Charlie sighed. "Oh well, I guess we can find something else to do on nice days."

Nice days? Forks rarely had a day that wasn't overcast. When I was younger and spent my summers in this tiny Washington town, I would refuse to shower and insisted that the many days of rain kept me clean.

Charlie and I drove in silence for the rest of the way to Forks, which was too small to have its own airport so I had to land in Seattle.

The closer and closer we got to Forks, I noticed more clouds appearing and they kept darkening with every mile driven, threatening to explode with precipitation at any given moment. I didn't really mind the rain, but it was just so constant in Forks. There was something so depressing about only having sunshine every once in a while.

We pulled up to Charlie's- I mean, our house. It was hard to believe that I would be living there for my remaining two years of high school. I got my bags from the trunk of the car and began heading inside. The car actually happened to be a police car since Charlie was the police chief of Forks. I found this rather humiliating and it's usually pretty hard to embarrass me.

"Hey! Edward, wait a sec!" Charlie called and I turned around. He was standing in front of a red truck I hadn't noticed before. "So your mom told me you wanted to buy a car when you got to Forks, but I found this one at a really good price. It's not a big deal or anything and you don't have to pay for it, but if you really don't want it…" Charlie trailed off.

The truck was huge and sturdy, definitely old and used but fantastic nonetheless

"No, Charlie, it's great," I began, fearing another uncomfortable conversation. "Thanks."

"Erm, no problem," Charlie handed me both a house key and what I assumed to be the key to the truck. He picked up my duffel bags and disappeared inside the house.

After carefully examining the truck and driving it around the block a few times, I too, walked into the house.

After determining both of us were completely inadequate in the kitchen, we called a local pizza place and ordered a large pie. Charlie left a few minutes later to pick it up; and finally, I was completely alone.

My room was simple and the obvious color of blue. I pulled my laptop out of my bag, placed it on the solid oak desk and began typing a quick e-mail to Renée to tell her of my arrival in Forks.

I was happy that my mom found Ben, who made her feel so complete even though I wasn't too fond of him myself. I felt no one was ever good enough for Renée. However, there wasn't anything I really disliked about Ben and he seemed responsible enough for a professional sports player so I felt little worry leaving him with my mom, who was a little eccentric.

Charlie soon returned with dinner. We ate in silence and I think we decided that was better then trying to fill it with talk of fishing trips. The remainder of the evening was spent watching TV on Charlie's part and reading on mine. I was unusually anxious to start school the next day.

It seemed that living in Forks was making me act bizarre.

I pulled into the parking lot of Forks High School and sighed in slight relief that there weren't any particularly fancy cars in the student lot, unlike my old school in Phoenix. The closest thing to my old school was a shiny silver Volvo, and even then... a Volvo?

As soon as I jumped out of my truck, I felt the stare of many pairs of eyes on me, most of them female. This surprised me. I knew I wasn't ugly; I was tall and lean but still slightly muscular. My hair was messy and auburn and my eyes a bright green. However, I was awkward and always managed to say the exactly wrong thing to any female I encountered. That could be the reason as to why I've never had a girlfriend or anything remotely close to that. Here in Forks however, I had yet to speak to any of the girls so they all simply noticed me for my appearance.

My attention quickly went from the forks female population to those coming out of the Volvo. Two guys and three girls appeared, all of whom were unbelievably attractive. They were all pale skinned and perfect-featured. Four of them seemed to be paired off but the one who was alone caught my attention the most. Her pale skin was amazing and brown hair shined. Even from a distance, I could see she had dark eyes.

I began walking to the office, distracted by the stunning girl.

"Oh!" I heard a girl yell and it took me a moment to realize that I was the cause of her cry. I had been so preoccupied that I hadn't noticed I had collided with this girl, sending her book flying.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, bending down to pick up her books and binders. "I'm Edward Cullen."

"I'm Jessica, Jessica Stanley," said the girl, taking her books from me. Her voice was a little too perky. "I'm so pleased to meet you! I've heard soo much about you!"

"Have you?" I asked, intrigued.

"Oh yes! Everyone has been talking about you coming to Forks for weeks!" She replied, lively as ever.

"I see," I frowned. I didn't exactly like the idea of being the town's biggest news. "Well thank you… Jessica?"

I was good at reading people. Jessica Stanley was not the kind of person I wanted to befriend here in Forks. She screamed gossip and unintelligent conversation to me. I was sure that she had intended to walk into me so she could get my attention.

I managed to find my way to the office building to receive my schedule and then headed to class. School at Forks was nothing new. I had been in AP classes at my old school in Phoenix but they weren't offered in Forks so everything had a sort of been there, done that feel. I saw most of the same people in each class I attended. In my English and Social Studies class I met my classmate Mike Newton who appeared to take a liking to me. However, he also seemed jealous of me for an unclear reason. I had an idea that it was because the Stanley girl was talking to me every chance she got.

I sat with Mike at lunchtime and he introduced me to a table of people that unfortunately consisted of Jessica, who was across from me. I decided to take advantage of her nature to ask her about the mysterious beautiful people I had seen that morning. They were now sitting at a table in the corner of the cafeteria; the five of them sat alone and all the other students steered clear of them.

"Who are they?" I asked Jessica, pointing to the table.

She looked around and I could see disappointment flood her face. "Oh. Those are the Cullens and the Hales. You see the two blondes? That's Jasper and Rosalie Hale."

I nodded.

"Then the strong looking guy is Emmett, the small, black-haired girl is Alice. They are both Cullens. They are all together. Emmett is with Rosalie and Jasper with Alice."

"And?" I wished she would continue.

I saw she was jealous that I wanted to know who this girl was and wasn't focusing my attention on her. What a static character this Jessica Stanley is.

"That," she said, unhappily. "Is Bella Cullen."

Bella, I smiled. What a nice name. I looked at her and was amazed to see her staring - no, glaring at me. Her eyes darted away from me the moment she saw me looking at her. I wondered what this girls' problem was, but I was definitely interested to find out more about her.

After lunch was biology. The teacher welcomed me to Forks and directed me to a table in the middle of the room. The bell rang right as Bella gracefully entered the room and froze when she saw me. She walked a little more cautiously to the exact table I was sitting at and placed herself on the stool next to me. We were biology partners and she did not look the least bit pleased. When she shot a glance at me, I was shock to see just how dark her eyes were, almost black. She also appeared exhausted, with dark circles under those unusual eyes.

"Hello, I am Edward Masen," I tried to sound warm, though I had to admit that the girl frightened me a little.

"Hello," she muttered and turned away from me. Was I that unbelievably repulsive to the opposite sex? Was I destined to be with the Jessica Stanleys of the world? The thought made me cringe in horror.

The teacher began his lesson and I noticed that Bella was sitting at the far end of the table as distant as she could possibly be from me. She seemed uneasy but that's all I could comprehend about her. She was very difficult to read, which only fascinated me more.

The day was only one of taking notes so there were no chances to speak with Bella and as soon as the bell rang, she bolted from the room at an incredible speed. I tried to follow her out but by the time I escaped from the classroom, she was out of sight.

I spent my final class, gym, sitting on the sidelines since the teacher said I didn't have to participate today. I was able to wonder more and more about this Bella Cullen. She didn't seem to like me very much but I was unsure as to why she felt this way. I hadn't said quite enough to her yet for her to legitimately dislike me.

After the final bell rang, I had to go to the office to return some forms. I walked into the small building and a gust of wind entered with me. I smelled a sweet scent and realized that it belonged to Bella. She looked as though she was pleading with the secretary, however; as soon as she noticed I was in the room, she mumbled something illegible to the woman at the desk and sprinted from the room.

I handed in my forms and started towards my truck, my mind consumed with thoughts and questions of the mysterious Bella Cullen.