Author's Note: Let me know what you think of this story with a review. I'm not really sure how long it will be; this isn't a very serious story at all. It's just a nice vacation from my last multi-chapter (and super-intense!) story. Enjoy…and review!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns it all, except for this silly idea. I would also like to mention that I do not condone or practice any of the behavior portrayed in this story.

Chapter One: "First Day" Bella's POV

"You...can...do...this," I breathed, staring up at the intimidating dormitory. It was old and worn, the bricks cracked and the windows dirty. But it looked alive as a steady stream of college students swarmed around it.

Yeah. Alive and ready to gobble me up.

"Chill, Isabella," I groaned at my reflection in my truck's mirror. "You can do this. God, it's just college."

Yeah. With thousands of students.

No matter what my inner voice said, I knew that it was now or never. I had to go move into my dorm and face my new life. I really only had one goal for college, besides the obvious graduate with honors and get a good job. I wanted to come out of my shell. I wanted to leave the Jane Austen-adoring, quiet and shy Isabella Swan home in Washington. I wanted to be one of the "cool", fashionable girls who seems to walk with confidence everywhere she goes. I didn't want to be a slut or a Homecoming Queen or anything like that, but I wanted to be social. Have a life outside my worn novels. Be confident and fearless.

Nonetheless terrified, I climbed out of my ancient Chevy and hopped into the bed, easily lifting my plastic trunk. It was the only luggage I had brought, and it contained everything I needed--clothes, personal items, bedding, towels, laptop, and my iPod and iHome. I wasn't very high-maintenance at all. Just a simple girl from a simple small town.

But as I took in the Porsches and designer suitcases surrounding me, I realized that Toto, we weren't in Kansas anymore.

My insides quivering, I hopped off the side of my truck with surprising grace. Clutching my trunk to my body with my backpack on my back, I walked slowly across the parking lot, relishing the hot air. My hometown of Forks, Washington rarely experienced weather this warm. It felt amazing. And alien. Nothing like home. But I wanted to embrace the stuffy air, like I would embrace the new me. If that girl ever managed to claw her way out of my shyness.

"Hey, pretty lady," said a male voice, and I looked up to see a guy with a green mohawk whistling at me. His sports car was blasting punk rock. I nodded at him in acknowledgement, not interested at all. Punks weren't my type. I didn't like men who put more effort into their appearances than I did. Besides, I already had a boyfriend. Yes, he was in Washington, and I was now in Phoenix, Arizona. And yes, he was a senior in high school and I was a freshman in college. But I loved Jacob, and we were both already looking forward to Thanksgiving break so I could go back home and spend every minute with him. He was my baby.

It took forever to get into the dorm building because of the crowd, and even longer to get through the building. Not far from the front door was a huge mass of people who refused to move. Irritated as hell, I asked a girl what was holding the traffic up. She raised her eyebrows at me. "Uh, we're waiting on the elevator," she said in a nasal accent.

I knew that my room was on the sixth floor, and an elevator would have been nice. But the claustrophobia was creeping up on me, and I realized that just taking the stairs would be better. I thanked her and turned to the stairs, my fingers already feeling sweaty against the plastic trunk. The stairs were plentiful and challengingly steep. By the time I made it to the third floor, my arms were hurting from carrying the large trunk. It was bulky, and made for awkward cargo.

On the fourth floor, I was interrupted by a guy coming down the stairs. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said, and I looked up to see one of the most gorgeous men on the planet.

"Yeah?" I squeaked, mesmerized by his perfect face. He had honey-colored curls cut short, and an angular face with dark eyes. His body was big and muscled, his biceps straining against the sleeves of his blue Ralph Lauren Polo shirt. He spoke in a soft, but deep Southern accent.

"That looks heavy," he said. "Can I help you carry it?" I started to turn his kind offer down, but he went ahead and took the trunk from me. "Where is your room?" he asked with a dazzling smile.

"Uh..." I pulled my crumpled dorm assignment out of my shorts pocket. "614."

His eyes lit up and he started walking. "Really? That's my sister's room! At least she has a cute roommate!" He smiled at my blush. "I'm Jasper, by the way."

"I'm Isabella," I said.

"Well, Isabella," he replied, still walking up the stairs. "I have to say--you're a light packer. Maybe you could teach my sister a lesson. I'm still making multiple trips for her."

"Is your sister Rosalie, Jessica, or Angela?" I asked him, reading my paper again.

"Rose. And I'm going to warn you--she is a crazy psycho bitch. Please tell me you're not her immediate roommate, just a suitemate."

"Nope, I'm with Rosalie," I replied, cringing on the inside.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." We made it to the fifth floor. "Well, okay, let me warn you. She is incredibly vain and self-absorbed. Don't be surprised if her hair dryer wakes you up at four am. And she has PMS all month long."

I giggled. "She sounds like fun. Does it run in the family?"

He chuckled. "Definitely not. I'm a lot nicer; at least I don't bite. She's just spoiled. Lucky for you, she'll be rushing."

"Rushing?" I asked.

He looked at me curiously. "You know--joining a sorority. Are you planning on pledging?"

"Definitely not," I replied. I wasn't the sorority girl type at all.

"I would tell you that staying away from the Greeks is a good idea, but then I'd be a hypocrite. I've been a Delta Kappa Epsilon for two years. It's a lot of fun, but not for smart girls like you," he stated matter-of-factly.

I was about to ask what he meant, but we were on the sixth floor. I opened the door for him and he led me down the hallway. Soon enough, we were at Room 614.

"Jasper!" said a demanding female voice as we walked into the dorm. The voice belonged to a girl who was just as beautiful as her brother. Rosalie Hale was tall and trim with long, cascading blonde locks and eyes as vivid as violets. Her long, perfect legs were bared by a pair of slutty denim shorts. Her lip-glossed mouth opened again, and she demanded, "Where have you been? Why don't you have my suitcase?"

"I was helping your roommate," he replied, gesturing to me. He dropped my trunk on my bed. "Do you have anything else, Isabella?"

I shook my head. "No. That's it. Thanks a lot, Jasper. It was really nice to meet you."

He smiled widely, flashing his pearly white teeth. "No problem, babe."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Is that really all you packed?" she asked me, staring at my solitary trunk in disbelief.

"Yup," I replied. "I'm Isabella Swan, by the way. Do you prefer Rosalie?" I had heard her brother call her "Rose", but I didn't know if that was a nickname for "privileged" people only.

She looked down at me. "Yes. You can call me Rosalie. Uh, Bella, may I ask what color your bedspread is?"

I opened up my trunk and pulled out my purple comforter and sheets, showing her.

"Good," she said, satisfied. "I brought pink curtains and I wanted to make sure it would match. I'm trying to liven this place up a bit with bright colors. You know, pinks, purples, yellows, oranges, lime greens. I just can't stand to look at plain things."

That seemed to confirm what she thought of me. Whatever. I didn't care. Hopefully she would join a slutty sorority with other Barbie clones and I could have the room to myself--or at the very least, a nicer roommate. "Have our other roommates checked in?" I asked, making up my bed.

"Jessica has," she replied. "She's not in the room right now, though. She seems like a really stupid bitch. You don't care if I use the closet, do you? I obviously have more clothes than you do."

"It's yours," I replied, rolling my eyes down at my bed. My clothes would easily fit into the chest of drawers by my personal desk.

She didn't even thank me. Well, so much for the dream of a live-in best friend for college.

Though I never thought I would agree with Rosalie, Jessica was a stupid bitch. She wore tons of makeup and even skimpier clothing than Rosalie, even though she didn't possess a fraction of Rosalie's beauty or her perfect figure. You could tell that Jessica thought of herself as a head-turner, though.

"Oh my God!" Jessica exclaimed for about the fiftieth time. "Rosie, your brother is hot! You need to give my number to him!"

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "I asked you not to call me Rosie."

Just then, the song "Bubbly" by Colbie Caillat started to play. My boyfriend Jacob's personal ringtone. I picked up my cell phone and went into the bathroom that joined my room with Angela and Jessica's. "Hey baby!" I said, answering it.

His voice was concerned. "Are you at the university yet?"

"Yeah," I said, confused. "Why?"

"You were supposed to call me when you made it to your dorm. I've been worrying."

"Oh, crap!" I groaned, remembering. "I am so sorry, Jake. I've been so busy moving in and getting to know my roommates. But I am here, safe in my dorm."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like a controlling boyfriend. I just worry about you when you drive long distances."

"I know, Jake," I smiled. "It's okay."

"How do you like it? Are your roommates cool?"

"Uh..." I could hear Jessica blabbering. It was best not to say anything right then.

"Oh, I get it," he said, understanding my silence perfectly. "You can't talk about them right now."

"Exactly," I said, making him laugh. "I miss you, Jake!"

"I miss you, Isabelly. I never thought part of my heart would be in Arizona."

I smiled; he was so sweet. "I'll take care of it for you."

"Be careful--it's fragile."

"I know. It's surrounded in tender, loving care."

He sighed. "When is Thanksgiving, again?"

I laughed. "Too far away. Time will fly by, though."

He snorted. "Sure. Are there any guys I should know about?"

I laughed again, immediately thinking of Jasper. "Definitely not. Save up your jealousy for when you should actually use it."

"Good. I have to go. Billy wants to go into town," he said, referring to his father. "But be careful. Don't get too wasted tonight."

I laughed. "Okay. Send Billy my love. I love you, Jacob Black."

"I love you, Isabella Swan. Goodbye, honey."

I hung up smiling and went back into my room. Jessica was still talking nonstop. "So, Rosie, are you excited about rushing? What sororities are you considering? I totally want to be a Tri-Del!"

Rosalie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time--obviously a habit. "There is only one sorority I'm even considering. My mom was a Phi Mu, and I know that I'll easily be a Phi Mu pledge. I mean, my mom is Lillian Hale. She's famous in the Phi Mu world. She still serves as an advisor. I practically grew up in the Phi Mu house. I am so guaranteed to be a Phi Mu. And by the way, Delta Delta Delta is only for tramps and whores who shop at Abercrombie & Fitch."

Jessica kind of stared at her, an embarrassed blush staining her face and neck, and then turned to me, tears in her eyes. "What about you, Isabella?" she sniffled.

I sat on my bed and waved my hand in the air dismissively. "No rushing or pledging for me. I'm not really into social clubs."

"I'm not surprised," Rosalie replied frankly. I shrugged and noticed something white on my newly-made bed. I curiously picked it up and inspected it. It was a small slip of paper that said:

Isabella--party tonight at the Delta Kappa Epsilon house. I've already confirmed with Rose that you can ride with her. Hope you can come! Jasper Hale.

A phone number was at the bottom. I know my eyes were wide when I looked up from the slip of paper. An older guy's number and a party invitation on my first day? It was kind of exciting. Okay, fine, it was really exciting.

Rosalie snorted. "I guess you're going to the party?"

"Uh...yeah, I guess," I said. "Um...what do you wear to this kind of thing?"

We'll meet a frat-boy version of Edward next chapter. Don't forget to click that little green button below and review.