Bella POV

I heard the loud music from my alarm radio from under my black duvet. Groaning, I slammed the snooze button, begging for more sleep.

"Bella! It's time to get up!" My father shouted from downstairs. I heard his keys jingling and the slam of the door, meaning he was leaving for work. I knew that if I went back to sleep I would more that likely miss school. Tempting idea but I decided against it.

I got up and went to go take a shower. After washing my hair with my strawberry shampoo and conditioner, I walked back into my room feeling refreshed and more awake. I walked over to my closet and picked out a black floral mini dress, bright fuchsia tights, and black high tops. My style was kind of... out there, I guess. I would be wearing jeans and a band tee one day, and a dress with heels the next. I straightened my mahogany hair and styled my side bangs. I put in a white feather hair comb that had a black cameo on the side. I grabbed my backpack that had a few pins and iron-ons from my favorite bands.

I guess you could say I was a loner, I didn't have any friends at school, during lunch I sat alone, reading or I was in the art room. I was more into music, art, and reading than being popular. Why did it matter? We were going to be out of here in two more years. I was more than likely graduating early anyways. But I was perfectly fine being invisible and a loner. I was happy.

I grabbed my skateboard and headed for school. And yes, I was riding a skateboard while wearing a dress, I didn't care.

Forks High. Basically you're typical stereo type high school. We've got the jocks, the nerds, the bitch sluts, the populars, the stoners etc. It seemed that everyone fit into a group except for me, well I was perfectly fine with that. I was different.

I didn't bother to get off my skateboard when I entered the building. I rounded the corner and saw two jocks picking on a blonde kid. He seemed like the nerdy type. The jocks threw him onto the floor, right in my path. I quickly jumped over him, still on my skateboard and stopped. The jocks emptied the poor kid's bag's contents onto him. They were laughing at him and calling him names. I hated guys like that, also everyone was too caught up in their own lives to do anything to help the kid. I picked up my skateboard and walked over.

I smiled at the two jerks, "Come guys, let's be nice mature young adults, and leave this kid alone." I suggested.

The two jocks looked at each other and bursted into laughter, "Sure freak, go back and mourn you're mommy's death, no one wants you here." My mouth dropped open as they continued the pick on the blonde boy.

My anger pulsed through me, I kind of had 'anger issues'. Well that's what the therapist told me, I just generally hate people because they annoy me. Steam could have been coming out of my ears right now. I grabbed the first jock by the wrist, twisted it and kicked him in the balls, he fell to the ground in pain. I grabbed the next jerk and twisted his wrist and shoved him against the lockers, "Listen you son of a bitch, leave him alone and don't ever say anything about my mom again, got it?" I pressed his face against the locker harder. "Got it?" He nodded. "Good, now run along and go fail high school." I said cheerfully letting him go and turning to where the kid was, but he wasn't. He had picked up his stuff and ran. I saw him scurrying down the halls, "You're welcome!" I shouted, annoyed. "Asshole." I muttered.

I continued my way onto my locker. Ignoring the impressed stares of Emmett McCarthy and Edward Cullen. They were two jocks but not as jerkish as the other two. They were just players. I heard the announcements before the morning bell come on, Alice Cullen - the Sophomore class president - chattering away. I passed Rosalie Hale - the cheer captain - gossiping with a bunch of other cheer leaders about the latest pregnant girl in the school.

I arrived at my locker and stuck my skateboard in, I got my books out and put them into my bags.

"What a slut." I heard the infamous bitchy Jessica Stanley say as the passed me. She was glaring at me. Tanya Denali, yet another bitch, laughed. Lauren Mallory was smirking at me, thinking that Jessica's little comment actually 'hurt' my feelings.

What have I done to them? Nothing. Have I even talked to them before? No.

Confused? Me too.

Welcome to Forks High school.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my paint brushes and put my guitar pick in between my lips while putting my paint brushes in my bag. I reached for my camera on the top shelf. I was basically into everything art and music related. Painting, sculpting, piano, guitar, photography etc. You name it. I loved it.

"Bella, babe," The school's pig Mike Newton came up from behind me, "So how about you and me go behind the quad during lunch and i'll inspire the fuck out of you." He winked.

I smiled, "Oh Mike, the only thing you'll inspire to me is the urge to throw up and shove my foot up your ass." I patted/slapped his cheek, "Try asking Mrs. Cope, I heard she's looking and she has really low standards."

Eric York came up behind him and shouted, "Oh! Burn! Damn, dude..." I blocked out the rest of their conversation as I went to my homeroom, Art VI.

Guys in high school are so immature.

Edward POV

"Edward," Tanya's nasally voice entered my brain, "I don't see why you won't go out with me!" She whined. This girl is so damn annoying. She never got that she wasn't my type. Tanya was obnoxious, and had so respect for anyone, including herself. She threw herself at every guy in sight.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned my head back on the head rest, "Tanya, get out of my car." I didn't even give her a ride or invite her in. I pulled up in the school parking lot and she got in!

She scoffed, "You know what, like fine. Mike Newton like so didn't give me this trouble!" She complained then - thankfully - got out of my car. It will take me months to get rid of the smell of cheap perfume. It was giving me a headache.

I got out of my silver Volvo and locked it. Immediately, I was relieved with fresh air. Running a hand through my hair, I walked over to my best friend Emmett McCarthy. We were both on the football team, I was the quarterback and Emmett was captain. He was your typical football player, huge but all muscle. He could be moronic one minute then completely genius the next. He was mostly moronic though.

Emmett met me at the front of the school, "Eddie boy!" Emmett boomed. "My night last night was.." I drowned him out, not really wanting to hear his night with his girlfriend Rosalie Hale. They're mostly sex crazed addicts. "We need to get you a girl, Edwardo."

I glared at him for the nickname, I hated it when he did that. "I'm perfectly fine single."

Emmett's mouthed formed the shape of an 'O', "Dude," He hissed, taking a step back with wide eyes, "You're not gay are you?"

Scoffing, "I am not gay! I just don't really find any of these girls attractive or my type, most of them are so shallow and dense." I ranted to Emmett but noticed he was just oogling over his girlfriend down the hall. "Emmett!" I punched his arm.

"Ow, hey dude, that hu-" He was cut off by Tyler Crowley and Bryce Gordon picking on Jasper Hale. Poor kid.

He was Rosalie's twin brother even though they were nothing alike. Jasper was very quiet, introverted. He seemed more interested in school work than anything. Rosalie however was interested in looks in popularity. She was also sometimes a real - well lack for a better word - bitch. I could clearly see that she was just insecure and afraid that someone would take her place as head cheerleader. Emmett saw something in her that I didn't, 'She's different if you get to know her.' he would say to me. I trusted his judgement but...he's Emmett.

Breaking me out of my thoughts was Emmett, "Whoa! Dude, did you see that?!" He raged on excitedly.

I shook my head and became aware of my surroundings. Jasper Hale was hastily cleaning up his books. Bryce was on the floor clutching his..area. While Tyler was pressed against the locker by Bella Swan. This shocked me as Bella was a small 5'2 and a sophomore. She didn't have any friends, she was always in the music room or art room. I never saw her at any parties or school games. Most people said that she was weird and a loner. I thought that she was different, a good different. She's never had a boyfriend before - that I've known of since she's started high school - and she wasn't shallow at all or dense. She was smart and mature. She respected herself and didn't take crap from anyone, for example Tyler and Bryce.

Emmett stared at her in amusement while I stared at her in admiration. To be completely honest, I've had a crush on her since her sophomore year, when she was just a freshmen. It seems juvenile and silly but my feelings for her were strong. When I was 'practicing soccer' during lunch, I would actually be watching her paint, play music, or whatever activity she decided to do that day. It seemed stalkerish but it wasn't like that. I wasn't prowling around corners waiting until she was vulnerable and then pounce on her.

She did nothing but give us a simple glance as she walked by, her dark brown eyes melted my heart as they met with my green ones. Then in a flash she turned away and went to her locker.

"Dude..." Emmett said, "Are you into Bella?"

"What? No." I lied way to quickly.

Emmett saw through it, "You so have a thing for her! Way to go, Eddie. You really aren't gay!" He gave me a high five. I rolled my eyes.

He is so immature at times.