Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to the Twilight Saga or its characters. All intellectual and financial rights belong to Stephenie Meyer, author of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn. Also the futures of some characters may have been altered to coincide with the story.

*Since it's been so long, I went back through and made some small, insignificant editing on the chapter. Feel free to check it out...though not a whole lot changed really.

Unwanted

Prologue- Edward Cullen(point-of-view)

The battle had not gone as planned. Contrary to our attempts, the Volturi did not stop to see what my daughter had to show them. Bella's rage at the situation distracted her. She'd barely gained control of the ability to shield others in the last couple of days. Bella's emotions led to a break in her concentration; and though she managed to cast a shield, the shield had numerous gaps.

Aro and Caius attacked, along with their guard. In her state of fear and distress, Bella had abandoned the plan and grabbed Renesmee from Jacob's back before he could stop her. She managed to kill Caius before Alec and Demetri took her down, ripping her to shreds. As the unbearable scene unfolded, I ran as fast as I could, Jacob at my heels, to save my baby girl.

But we were too late. Renesmee's body lay a few feet from her head. It was more than I could bear. Jacob and I went both went into a fierce rage. Along with the rest of our army, we managed to kill Jane, Alec, Renata and another half of the guard, plus Caius' wife Athenodora. Finally, what was left of the Volturi army retreated and returned to Volterra.

Our side had suffered losses as well. Tanya, Senna, Benjamin, and Tia had been killed as well as two of the wolves, Leah and Jared. Then of course there was my wife and daughter.

Afterward, all the remains were burned. I begged Jacob to kill me. In fact, I thought he would want to, certain he would see Bella's and Renesmee's deaths as my fault.

He refused, as did any of his friends. He told me that "we both lost the loves of our lives" and I "deserve to suffer just as much" as he would. He also assured me that he could never trust me again, so he would always be watching my family no matter where we went.

Following the gruesome battle, Alice and Jasper traveled around for awhile. Where? They never really went into details, but my best guess was places from their pasts. I think each of them needed some closure. Then, Rosalie and Emmett, they settled for awhile up North. Rosalie had been nearly as upset as I was about losing Renesmee, and Emmett felt some time alone would benefit Rosalie greatly.

For years I grieved over my wife's and my daughter's deaths. Twenty years to be exact. My heart had been torn to pieces, and I never felt they could ever be put back together. Often, I planned my revenge on the Volturi, but no plan ever seemed cruel enough or possible for that matter.

In August of 2026, Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett all returned to Forks. Once the family was back together, Carlisle and Esme announced that it was time to move. They had been wonderful since the battle. Esme let me talk or vent to her whenever I needed to. And Carlisle, well he just let me grieve however I saw fit, hunting, sitting alone in my room, or destroying things (as long as I didn't hurt anyone). They gave me the choice whether or not to come with them to Jamison, Minnesota.

A part of me wanted to stay here and mourn by myself for the rest of my life, but I knew how much that would hurt the family I had left. Thus, I decided it was time for a change. Maybe it would help me forget…a little.

Chapter 1- Jerk

My name is Musette Wells, and my life had been pretty normal up until now. I studied, played in band, sang in choir, went to dances, and hung out with my friends. That is, until August 2026. That's when "they" moved to town.

I woke up the first day of my senior year. Managing to keep myself from hitting the snooze button a third time, I crawled out of bed and ambled down the hallway to the bathroom. I tossed my AC/DC tee and green boy shorts into the hamper and turned on the shower. The steaming water washed the sleep from my face and stiffness from my muscles.

When I was done, I quickly dried off and threw on a pair of jean shorts, a black camisole, a purple half-length flannel shirt, and a pair of black Chuck Taylors. My three-minute makeup regimen and some hair gel to scrunch my wet strands was my usual routine before skidding downstairs and into the kitchen.

Dean sat at the small, round oak dining table munching on a stack of toast.

"Want some?" he offered between bites, holding out a piece slathered in peanut butter.

"Sure thanks." I shot him a grin, inhaled the piece of toast, and poured myself a mug of coffee to take with me.

"In a hurry lil' sis?" he asked through a mouthful of toast and peanut butter.

"Well, it is already seven forty-five bro!" I pointed to the Ford Classics clock on the wall.

"Oh damn! Gotta run." He shot out the door with the rest of his breakfast in one hand and his mechanic's shirt in the other.

I grabbed my empty book bag, wallet, cell phone, and a pair of sunglasses then headed out to my car. I drove a decent five miles over the speed limit in my hot pink 1998 Jeep Wrangler.

With a brother whose life revolved around cars, I got the works. Tricked out wheels, a kick-ass stereo system, a custom paint job, pink underbody lights, and all black leather interior with hot pink chrome accents.

Avenged Sevenfold blasting from my subs, I pulled into the high school parking lot. As luck would have it, I parked right next to Carmen's Red Chevy Cavalier.

"Hey chica!" she called out through an open window. Her door swung open, and she stepped out. Carmen proudly displaying her dark-skin and jet black hair, markers of her Costa Rican heritage. This morning, she was clad in short, red baby doll sundress with a pair of gold flip-flops.

"Cute outfit Carmen." I exclaimed, as I used the Jeep's frame to swing myself out and over my driver's side door.

"Likewise," Carmen replied in an upbeat tone.

As we walked together, I looked up at the red brick building we had sacrificed the past three years to.

Halfway across the lot, James joined us. He sported a pair of ripped jeans and an army green Pink Floyd t-shirt.

"Ready for our last year?" he asked ecstatically, flipping his long blonde ponytail.

"So ready," Carmen sighed.

"Hell yeah," I uttered. Then I reached into my pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. "So schedule swap?"

We traded schedules, a tradition started in middle school. As I scanned the classes of my two best friends, my face dropped.

No classes together, except band with James and study hall with Carmen.

"We have calculus and chemistry together Carmen." James handed Carmen back her schedule.

"Well, I'll see each of you in one class at least." I gave them a half-smile and returned James's schedule to him.

"Sorry Muse," Carmen shrugged, "but what did you expect? I mean you are Miss 4.0 in all of the advanced classes. At least we will always see each other at lunch."

"True," I nodded feeling better already, "It's not like it really matters much anyway. It's only school. And on the bright side, we got to choose our lockers this year. Mine is 222." I cast a questioning glance over at Carmen.

"223," she announced, "And Zach's is 224."

That girl glowed as those last words came out. Zach and Carmen had been dating for two years and kept a relationship that most people only dream of. On the other hand, James was single and would tell anyone who'd listen that most the girls at this school were too shallow and floozy to ever date.

"I'm in 221." James announced nonchalantly. "Ahhh. A clean slate."

"For all your masterpieces? James Cutter originals." I teased.

"Just you wait. Someday, I'll be famous and you'll be jealous as hell." James smirked.

I smiled up at him. James was honestly the best friend a girl could ever have.

"Oh, there's Zach," Carmen's high-pitched words cut through the crisp morning air. She waved at the tall and tan, black-haired, soccer stud standing beside a beat up old Ford Fiesta.

"See ya later Muse…James," she called out as she rushed into Zach's arms for a good-morning kiss. I looked away, blushing slightly. My feet automatically led me up the familiar path to the West doors of the school, a smile plastered to my face. I could feel that this was the start to an exciting year, and I couldn't wait.

My school was small. Each class consisted of sixty or seventy students, so everybody knew everybody else. This could sometimes be a good thing and sometimes a bad thing.

I reached my locker and spun the dial.

05-11-08

Click! The door swung open, revealing my previously prepared locker. Pin-ups of OneRepublic, Eyore, Harry Potter, and Kingdom Hearts papered the inside of the door along with a small magnetic mirror. Inside the locker were three homemade shelves wrapped in newspaper, already stocked with folders, notebooks, pens, pencils, a brush, and a spare tube of chap stick.

I grabbed my yellow folder and notebook, plus a pencil and pen then headed to my first class, Honors English.

Mrs. Hillman greeted me at the door.

"Welcome back Musette. Good summer?"

"Nothing too exciting," I answered as I slid into one of the chairs surrounding a big rectangular table in the center of the classroom.

Once the first bell rang, students began piling in the room, filling the other chairs and leaving on chair open at the head of the table for Mrs. Hillman.

The second bell rang, and Mrs. Hillman took her seat.

"Welcome back and good morning students. Everybody here knows everybody else, but there is one new face in the room." Mrs. Hillman looked down at her lesson plan. "Mr. Edward Cullen. Would you please stand and tell the class a little bit about yourself."

The class turned to where Mrs. Hillman had directed this request. At the far corner of the table a huge guy, white as snow, with short, messy, dark bronze hair stood up. He had grey circles under his golden eyes, and his ripped jeans and tight-fitted long-sleeved tee did nothing to hide his chiseled body.

He looked at the floor as he spoke, his voice low, with no inflection as though he'd rehearsed his introduction a hundred times before. "My name is Edward Cullen. I am seventeen. My parents are Carlisle and Esme Cullen. I have two brothers and two sisters, and I just moved here from Forks, Washington."

He promptly sat back down as a few students clapped awkwardly while the rest just stared.

"Thank you Edward," Mrs. Hillman said brightly, "Alright class. Our first venture this year will be Homer's The Odyssey."

The teacher continued on about how after reading each set of books, we would be graded on in-class discussions. Then, once the book was finished we would all be required to write a five to eight page report. She droned on about guidelines and grading scales until finally…

Ring!

I pulled out my schedule. Advanced Chemistry next. I returned to my locker, traded out my books, and headed for the Chemistry lab.

Edward Cullen was already seated in the back corner, staring out the window. Mr. Hunter, our Chemistry teacher, walked into the room and immediately started writing notes on the board for us to copy.

Third period was study hall with Carmen. As seniors, our study halls were held in the cafeteria and were unchaperoned.

I brought my first couple of assignments with me. Although, chances are with Carmen around, I'd never get any homework done.

"Saved ya a seat Muse." Carmen kicked out a chair beside her at the circular table.

I collapsed into the red plastic chair.

"How are classes so far?" I inquired.

Carmen closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and faked a loud snore.

I giggled. "That exciting huh?"

"Yup," she replied dully, rifling through the front pocket of her purse.

A few seconds before the bell rang, Edward Cullen stalked in, taking a seat a few tables down in our direct line of vision.

Why am I not surprised?

Carmen whistled under her breath and leaned into me. "Hottie alert!" She whispered.

"I guess," I responded faking my uninterest.

"Seriously Muse?" she cried in shock, "You can't tell me you wouldn't love to get the shirt of that perfectly-toned body."

A smile crept across my face.

His body was pretty amazing. A girl couldn't deny that.

I shook my head. "Carmen. It's not all about looks, and you know it. You should have heard him in English when he introduced himself. He sounded like a freakin' robot."

I looked over in Edward's direction as Carmen pulled out her nail kit. He stared down at his English book, paying no attention to anyone around him.

"And look at him," my voice grew softer, "The guy looks like he doesn't even know the meaning sunlight."

As she filed absentmindedly Carmen gave me a look of disappointment.

"You act like you've already made your decision on the guy…What's his name?"

"Edward."

"Maybe this Edward is a really nice guy." She blew on her curled up right hand. "I think you should go for it."

"Go for it?" I laughed, throwing my head back and turning a few heads.

Our laughter ceased momentarily, that is until giggles broke free now as a result of the students' reactions.

Carmen gained composure. I copied her.

"Well at least introduce yourself. I've seen that look before. You know you want to," Carmen urged.

"Fine. I will."

A few seconds passed; she looked up from her filing and began tapping her left forefinger on the table impatiently. "Well?" She arched one eyebrow.

"Well what?"

"Go on." She tossed her head in the direction of the new guy.

"Now?" I asked, like a child who'd just been told she needed to go clean her room before she could have some ice cream.

"Why not?" Carmen asked, cocking her head.

"Because...because..."

"That's what I thought." She smoothly crossed her arms in front of her.

I searched my brain for a smart ass comment, but unable to find one, I gave in. Straightening up, I combed my fingers gently through the wavy brown locks that fell on my shoulders.

"How do I look?" I flashed Carmen a Hollywood smile.

"Hot chica!"

I rolled my eyes. Then rising from my seat, I shut my textbook and sucked in a deep breath. I strode over to the table where Edward sat, stopping near the seat beside him.

"Hi. I'm Musette."

Edward didn't look up…didn't even blink.

"Hi," he replied in that same mechanical tone.

"Want some company?" I pulled out the chair across from Edward.

"Not really," he droned, and I froze in the middle of sitting down.

Not really the answer I was expecting.

I stood back up, not bothering to push the chair back into place. "Oh. Okay," I mumbled, somewhat disappointment at this failed attempt, "See you in class then. And welcome to Grant High."

Asshole!

I pivoted to face Carmen again. She looked at me questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head and walked back over. Not sure what to say, Carmen pulled out a bottle of nail polish and focused extra hard on making each brush stroke perfect. For me, the rest of study hall was spent picturing how I would have liked my introduction with Edward to have gone. In one scenario he said, "Yes", and we hit it off, chatting away for the rest of the hour. In another, he said "No" like before, and I yelled "Jerk!", slapped him square across the cheek, and stormed off. That last vision made me laugh out loud, resulting in a peculiar look from Carmen.

In the midst of my daydreaming, I did notice Edward give me a couple of funny quick stares before returning to his reading.

A couple more classes slid by, each one with Edward quietly listened in the back of the room. At lunch, I sat with James while Carmen joined Zach and the soccer team at their table.

"So I'm working on this collage. Probably my best piece of work yet," James boasted through bites of mashed potatoes.

I picked up a chicken nugget. "Awesome! I can't wait to see it when it's finished."

James nodded while chewing a forkful of green beans.

"So Carmen told me about your failure to launch with the new guy in study hall."

I swallowed my bite of chicken.

"Oh did she?" I asked in a somewhat accusatory manner.

"Yeah she did. Kind of jerk huh?" James stuffed a nugget into his mouth.

I furrowed my brow. "Yeah. Big time. Who knows though? Maybe he's just shy."

"Yeah. Shy." James lolled sarcastically.

James was right. Most likely he was a jerk who wasn't interested and who, according to James, wasn't good enough for me.

"Are you interested in him?" James posed this question more seriously and paused for a response. The question caught me off guard.

"I don't know. It's hard for me to be interested in a guy I've hardly said three words to, and who blew me off when I was trying to be nice."

"Hmmm.." James thought about my answer, and we continued eating.

"What do you think?" I asked James. We'd been friends long enough that he knew exactly what I meant by this.

"I think he looks kind of Emo," James shot a glance over at Edward, who was sitting with four other people at this point, "but if you are even a little interested in him, I think you shouldn't give up just yet."

James moved his hand up and down his own bust. "I don't exactly look like a wholesome pick do I?"

"Solid point." I nodded with a grin. "He is really handsome."

Then I placed my hand gently against James' cheek . "Though not nearly as handsome as you of course." I followed it up by batting my eyelashes

He slapped my hand away, laughing, "Shut up."

James grabbed his milk. "I wonder who he's sitting with?"

I turned slightly to get a better look at the group and replied, "Well judging by their equally good looks and inhumanly pale skin, I would say brothers and sisters."

"Wonder where there from?"

"Forks, Washington." I answered matter-of-factly.

"How do you know?"

"Edward said so in English."

"Hmmm." James shrugged and looked down at his empty plate sadly, then over at my half-eaten lunch. I didn't miss the pleading, hungry look in his eyes. "Go ahead," I sighed happily, shoving my tray toward him.

"So bonfire at your house this weekend right?" James asked, wolfing down the remnants of my lunch.

"Absolutely. Friday night at eight. Usual crowd."

"Sweet! I'll bring the tunes."

"'Kay and let everyone know they need to bring their own drinks. But no alcohol, or my brother will whoop their ass in a heartbeat. Oh, and let's leave your Indie Rock collection at home."

"Got it," he sighed in disappointment.

Ring!

"See ya later James," I said pushing out my chair and letting James take the two empty trays to the dishwasher.

"Yes you will." He winked and shot me with a "hand gun".

My loud laughs echoed through the cafeteria as I strolled off.

Two more classes with guess who? Yup Edward Cullen. I swear if our schedules weren't carefully designed by the guidance counselor and a specialized computer program, I'd confront him for stalkish behavior.

Finally, the end of the day neared. I walked down to the music hall where my last two classes were held, choir and band.

In choir, the first item on Mr. Hart's agenda was to divide us into voice parts. As usual, I was placed in the Soprano II section. Whether by luck or by fate, I have no clue, one of the girls sitting with Edward at lunch was also placed in the same section as me in the seat on my right. On my other side was one of my friends, Brianna Clay.

"Hey Muse," Brianna nudged my shoulder as a greeting.

"Hey," I replied, still somewhat distracted by the new girl.

Brianna, noticing where my attention lay, tapped the new girl on the shoulder. She turned to face us.

"Muse," she moved her gaze to the new girl, "This is Alice Cullen."

I turned slightly in my chair to look straight at the girl. She was tall with brown hair in a pixie cut, porcelain skin, and she wore a pair of skinny jeans, an army green t-shirt, a brown leather pilot's jacket, and a pair of brown leather high-heeled boots. For a second, I felt like I was about to approach a supermodel but quickly shook the feeling away.

"Hi. I'm Musette. You're new here right?"

She smiled brightly. I couldn't help but notice that she also had the same golden eyes as Edward.

"Yeah. My family and I just moved here."

"Nice to meet you, Alice," I responded, relaxing a little now that I knew she wasn't going to blow me off like Edward did. "What year are you?"

"I'm a Senior. Actually, so are all my brothers and sisters."

My jaw dropped. "Wow. So you're like quintuplets or something?"

She giggled. Her laugh sounded like a bell tinkling. "No, no. Adopted. Our mom couldn't have kids of her own, so her and our dad adopted us one by one."

"Gotcha." I nodded understandingly.

Now it makes sense. They weren't actually related; though I had to admit It still seemed kinda wrong.

On that note, the director caught the class's attention, and we spent the remainder of the class going through three or four of the songs he'd chosen for our first concert.

Just before the bell rang, Brianna leaned over in her chair. "So Muse? Bonfire on Friday right."

"Yeah."

Taking notice of the interest on Alice's face, I explained, "My friends and I always have a bonfire the first week of school at my house."

Alice nodded a little, "That sounds like fun."

The bonfire wasn't exclusive, and as hostess I felt it would only be right to extend the invitation.

"It's Friday at eight o'clock. Would you wanna come?"

"Sure love to," Alice exclaimed, bouncing in her seat.

"Okay girl. Calm down." I stifled a snigger at her overwhelming excitement. "I live out on Pine Avenue, east of town. It's the only house on that road, so you can't miss it."

"Great! I can't wait!" she shrieked and got up to leave.

Brianna grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her. She turned back around, still smiling.

"Oh and you're brothers and sisters are invited too, if they want to come." Brianna had taken the words right out of my mouth.

"I'll let them know," she promised and skipped out the door.

Author's Note: I hope the first chapter was enjoyable. I started writing this to build up a more fun, relatable female character. I intend for this story to have comedy, romance, and horror. Much more excitement to come. And reviews inspire me and keep me writing/posting my chapters faster, so please leave your feedback. Thanks.