Wishing on a Star

Summary: (takes place before New Moon) After the incident with James, Bella loses her memory. After two weeks it comes back, all of it. All of it except for her memories of Edward. Now, she hates him. But when they're cast in the school musical together, can Edward remind her of what she lost?

I kind of changed the personalities of the characters a bit, but that's okay :D

Chapter One:

I hate you, Edward Cullen. I hate you, Edward Cullen. I hate you, Edward Cullen. I thought with all my might. I hoped that somehow, impossibly, he would hear me and leave me alone. I realize that you all are probably in love with Edward, what with that signature crooked grin and all. I know you are. But, I'm not, or wasn't anyway. He drove me insane. He was like some over protective big brother that I never wanted. When I had first come to North Lakes High in Connecticut after my accident, I had been flattered. He was always there, trying to do stuff for me. And I'll admit it, he was unbelievably, sickeningly gorgeous. It was almost blinding to look at him. But it frustrated me that girls were always all over him, that he was so desirable, yet he came after me. You're probably calling me crazy. Stupid. Idiot. I've heard it all before. But you don't understand me. He made me an outcast. Girls avoided me, and guys never came near me when Edward was around. Which was basically 24/7. Sometimes I even got the feeling that he was watching me when I was at home, but then I knew I was just going overboard. It just made me angry that because of Edward, I had no friends. The only place I truly fit in was theater. I loved the feel of the stage beneath my feet-safe, strong…reliable. I liked getting to escape my dreary hole of a life for a while, to pretend to be someone brave and exciting and likeable. So I was in the auditorium on this day when I was internally cursing the mysterious Edward. I was at the "Wishing on a Star" auditions. It was the school musical, and I was hoping for the lead. See, I felt I related to the story. It was about a social outcast who wishes on a star for true love and he comes to her and they live happily ever after-all that jazz, you know. My life was a lot like the play, only my wishes on stars never came true. But I digress. Today, Edward was my worst nightmare. Why, you ask? Well, because he had invaded my one secret sanctuary. The one place I felt at home. He was at the auditions. I watched his lips pull up at the corners in that awe-inspiring grin of his. It made me want to punch him in the face. Just then, the drama teacher Mr. Jones called the auditioners to attention and began handing out audition materials-sheet music, practice scripts, the usual. I looked over the music and lines quickly, and before I knew it, I was up. As my feet hit the stage and the spotlight found me, I forgot about Edward and all the people giving me death stares from the house. I opened my mouth and began to say my rehearsed line:

All my life all I've wanted is someone to love and care for me. All I want…all I ask of you… Please…give me happiness. Give me strength. Give me love. I'll do anything. Please.

By the time I had finished, tears were in my eyes and I had fallen to my knees. I wasn't quite sure if I was acting anymore. First, Mr. Jones burst into applause, then everyone else followed. I think I managed a watery smile. I don't remember. The next thing I knew, Edward was on the stage, pulling me to my feet gently with icy hands. He had never touched me before, and the temperature was shocking, yet strangely familiar. Oddly, I didn't mind. I tugged my hands away once I was safely balanced.

"That was brilliant, Bella." He whispered.

"Thanks." I muttered, not really appreciating the compliment, since he gave me several a day. He was up next, so I went back to my seat. I listened to Edward deliver his line.

I feel as though I've known you all my life. Like I've been wishing for you since the day I was born. I used to think that love would never come for me…that was before I met you. I would gladly spend all of eternity with you. But it frightens me that our days are numbered. In spite of that, if you'll have me, I'll spend every day that we have left with you.

As Edward spoke in his smooth, melodic voice, I felt my jaw drop. He was…beyond words. He said his lines with his eyes locked in mine. When he had finished, the intensity of the speech made my head want to explode. I grabbed my book bag off the floor and sprinted from the room, the tears finally falling. I locked myself in a bathroom stall and sobbed until my eyes ran dry. I rolled up a wad of that cheap toilet paper and dabbed at my eyes with it. What was wrong with me? What was wrong with Edward? I didn't understand. I stepped out and adjusted my makeup in the mirror. As I left the bathroom I ran into Mr. Jones.

"Bella!" he said excitedly. "Keep this between us, but I think you're definitely going to be Lily." Lily. Lily! The lead! Oh! Swoon.

"Th-thank you, Mr. Jones!" I said in shock. He went along his way and as I walked in the direction of the parking lot, I began digging through my bag for my phone and car keys. Then I walked into a brick wall. I looked up. Edward Cullen. Of course. One of his arms subconsciously wrapped around my waist and I jerked away. He jumped backwards.

"I'm sorry!" he exclaimed quickly. "I-I didn't mean to. Just…," he shook his head and leaned forward, looking into my eyes. "Isabella Marie Swan," he said slowly. "Why don't you remember me?"

Remember him? Remember? Why would I remember him? From where? And then I was reminded of the accident. Where I had lost my memory, briefly. But everything had come back after a couple of weeks. And I definitely would have remembered Edward. I turned away from him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."