Author's Note: I read the old October Cullen and decided that I could do better. I'm rewriting it over and making it better. Hope you like it! Read and review plzzzzzzzzzz!

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Chapter One

I woke up this morning to the pitter-patter of the rain - so usual. I was so used to the rain that I didn't even recognize it was raining until I looked out the window. When I looked out into the haze, I thought I saw a black cloaked boy about my age and size walking around in the woods. I blinked a few times and he was gone.

"I must be seeing things," I muttered to myself. I went to wash my face and trudged down the stairs, headed for the kitchen. The smell of my mother's homemade pancakes and coffee sped me up a little.

When I got downstairs, the two little devils were running around; Jasper was chasing Rose around trying to hit her with some kind of toy.

"Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep last night?" my kind and gentle mother asked.

"Mornin' momma," I croaked. "I slept pretty well," I always said that. Even if I don't sleep at all, I say that only to make her happy and not worry her. My night was actually restless because I kept feeling like I was being watched. I don't sleep too well when I have a feeling like that.

"OW!" I screamed, exaggerating a little. Jasper had run into me and knocked me straight into the counter. It didn't hurt that bad, but luckily, I didn't fall down or I would have hit my head on the corner.

"Sorry, Octo," Jasper cried. He was splayed out among my lap.

"It's OK, Jasper. I'm not hurt. Are you?" I asked, not exactly caring. I always acted so sweet to my siblings when mom was around. I didn't want to get her in a bad mood.

"No, I'm fine," Jasper struggled to get up because I was purposely pinning his leg under mine. I let the little reckless guy go before my mom noticed.

Once I got up, I asked mom if breakfast would be ready soon; she said it would be a few more minutes. I walked over to the counter to fix my coffee.

I sadly had to go to school today. We had a big test in History. I hadn't studied (as always) but luckily I didn't have any problem with the subject.

Mom put our pancakes on the table and yelled, "Jasper! Rose! Breakfast is ready!" She sat down at her spot and so did I. I practically drowned my pancakes in syrup, as usual. I had to eat quickly because I wanted to get to school early for a change. Hardly ever did that happen.

When I finished eating, I went up to my room to get ready for school. When I got there, I looked out my window, just curious if that boy was still there. He wasn't, unsurprisingly. I got dressed, put my makeup on, fixed my hair, and packed up. I grabbed my phone and snatched my car keys. I had the most precious and expensive car in the whole school: a black Lamborghini. My very rich uncle gave it to me as a birthday present one year. I trotted downstairs and said my goodbyes. When I went to get in my car, I saw a flash of black in the woods. I scanned the whole yard and wood, still not seeing anything else anymore.

When I got to school, I looked around again to make sure that boy wasn't following me anymore. I saw no sign of him so I just lethargically walked to class to drop my stuff off. I walked outside and sat on the picnic table, and texted my friend, Brie. I shivered as the cold wind blew in my face. I looked around, and it surprised me to see Dimitri Belikov walking towards me. He was very popular – people always enjoyed being around him. As he walked up to me, with the wind blowing in his shaggy black hair, he looked quite handsome. His eyes were a deep, piercing emerald green. His lips were perfectly shaped. His pace was quick and graceful. His expression was firm, yet it had a slight softness to it. He sat stopped in front of me and I felt a flutter in my stomach. I could smell the minty aftershave on him. All of a sudden I felt the urge to be around him just like everyone else did.

"Hi, October," his voice was perfect – it had a little raspy sound to it. His smile was dazzling.

"Um…hi, Dimitri," I replied, tucking an uncooperative strand of hair behind my ear. He hardly ever talked to me. I didn't even think he knew who I was. He just proved me wrong. He even knew my name!

"You're here early. Can I sit down?" He asked, motioning towards the bench I was sitting on.

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead. What's up?"

"Nothing much, just walking around waiting for school to start. I saw you over here and figured you could use some company. What about you?"

"Nothing really." I had no absolute clue what to say. I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of the hottest most popular guy at school. Especially when it felt like he was looking deep into my soul.

The bell rang, and he shot up and offered me his hand. I took it, feeling a warm rush of emotions hit me like a tidal wave. A giant cloud of butterflies attacked my insides. He pulled me up with hardly any effort at all, like I weighed nothing.

Wow, I thought. Major muscles! I could se a hint of a smile form on his face, like he heard what I just thought to myself. I noticed that we were still holding hands. I was also very conscious that we were standing dangerously close. He had a wild look in his eyes, and I saw a tiny smile. I was staring straight into his eyes, and my heart started beating rapidly. I felt my face get hot and knew straight away that I was blushing. I quickly stepped back and let go of his hand. He just stood there.

"What class do you have for first period?" He asked.

"World History. What about you?" I replied.

"Same here. Do you want me to accompany you to class?" He smiled that brilliant, dazzling smile. I couldn't resist that. But I was going to say yes, anyway.

"Sure. I'd like to have some company." I beamed, exited that I was the center of attention for the hottest and most popular guy at school.

We walked through the doors and down the hallway, just a little too close. Well, I was pretty happy to be so close to him, but he was all casual and laid back. It was nice.

We got to the classroom, and he walked over to a desk in the back, motioning to me to sit in front of him. I followed his suggestion, probably turning red while walking over there with all the stares following me. I sat down and he started playing with my hair.

He whispered into my ear, "Don't worry about them. They're just jealous that I'm flirting with you but not them."

Whoa. He's flirting with me! I didn't expect that. One day he's doing his normal popular guy stuff and hanging out with the "royals" as I call them, then the next day, he's flirting with me – and I thought he hardly even knew me! What's up with that? I'm pretty psyched about it, though. He's practically perfect! Wow. What a change in my life.