Chapter Notes!

All rights belong to SM since these are mostly her characters.
The story starts off pretty much the same as twilight but i promise it'll change soon enough

Kat:)

1: First Sight

It was only fifty-two degrees when I left my house for what could be the last time, and hurried into my mother's mini-van. It was pretty much a typical October morning in Marquette, Michigan.

I was finally leaving the stupid city, a dream that I'd had since I was a young girl. Who the hell cared if it was to move to an even smaller town? At least in Forks people wouldn't have a five month long winter.

"Is it something I did?" my mother, Ann, asked softly as she backed out of the driveway.

I knew she would have asked the question sooner or later. "No Mom, I just want a little bit of space, that's all."

"An entire country's worth of space?" she joked, laughing nervously as tears started brimming over her dark brown eyes.

I gave her a small smile and gently touched her hand.

"Is it because I'm getting married?"

Kind of. But I didn't dare tell her because I knew it would only break her.

"Of course not," I answered instead. "I just want you to be happy." And I did, I just didn't want to have to leave behind the friends I had worked so hard to get just to move away junior year and have to make a new group of friends. So I was moving out to Forks, Washington to live with my former best friend Savannah. I wasn't related to her, or her mother, in any way at all, but she and I were closer than any two sisters could ever be. "I was already planning on moving out to Washington to live with Savanna for college anyway, we've talked about it before," I added, just to calm my mother's nerves.

Ann sighed shakily and pulled out a cigarette and brought it up to her lips before turning on the heater and rolling her window down just enough for the smoke to escape. "Don't lie to me Cassie," she warned. "I'm not stupid. I know you don't get along well with Allan's kids."

She did have a point. Having to live with the two immature son of a bitches did in fact add to my decision to finally pack up and leave, but it was mostly because I wanted-needed-my best friend at a time like this.

"They aren't the reason I want to leave," I told her as I fiddled with the sleeve of the hoodie I was wearing.

"You don't have to do this," she whispered hoarsely as tears started to well up in her eyes again.

I didn't reply, I just couldn't. I didn't have the words to comfort her, or to explain my feelings to her...or anyone else for that matter. So the rest of the ride to the airport was spent in a very tense silence.

"You'll tell Savannah I said hi?" It came out as a question.

I shifted from one foot to the other awkwardly and nodded. "Thank you for letting me go," I mumbled, raising my eyes to meet hers. They were darker than I'd ever seen them-like two large black coals in a snow bank as she'd once put it-and mine probably mirrored hers at the moment.

"I want you to be happy too Cassie," she replied with a forced smile as she handed me my carry-on. It was a simple brown back pack filled with an extra sweatshirt, a drawing pad, a couple books, and my iPod as well.

"And I thank you for it."

"I'll see you soon," she told me, her eyes shining with fresh tears. "You can come back as soon as you want. I don't care what I'm doing at the time, I'll drop everything and arrange for your flight back."

That won't ever happen. I thought sadly.

"Don't worry about me Mom," I urged. "This will all be a good experience for me, I love you."

She rushed forward and hugged me tightly, and just for a moment I rethought my decision to leave as I was surrounded by her warmth and love.

Was I being selfish by leaving her in order to keep myself happy and sane? Could she ever forgive me if she ever found out why I was going?

But the sound of her cell phone chirping in her back pocket only solidified my choice to go.

I turned to kiss her cheek and then swung my bag up onto my shoulder and boarded the plane, leaving my mother to deal with her new and improved life.

I pulled out my plane as soon as I was settle on the small plane and quickly sent a text to Savannah before I had to shut it off.

hey, just got on the plane.

I'll drolly be there in about 8 or 9 hours or so.

love ya,

~C

It was about a two hour flight from Marquette to Chicago, and then about another four hours to get to Seattle, and then an hour on a small plane to get to Port Angeles where Savannah would be waiting for me to bring me to my new home.

Savannah was leaning against a far wall with two coffees in her hands, waiting just like I knew she would be as I stumbled off the plane.

She had bleached her hair again and it hung over her shoulders, covering up the logo on her black zip-up hoodie. Somehow, she had managed to get quite a nice tan in a city that was constantly covered by clouds. And from the looks of it, she had grown a large rack of boobs since the last time I'd seen her in the seventh grade. She certainly had more curves that I did too, but they looked good on her. On my slim frame they'd probably just look out of place and weird.

"You're late," she said as she pushed herself away from the wall, her light green eyes sparkling with amusement.

I bit my lip, fighting a smile. "Um yeah, the plane-"

She rolled her eyes and laughed, cutting me off. "I meant by a few years, silly."

I didn't get it a first, but then I did and I giggled along with her as we embraced like two sisters who'd been separated for three long years. And that's how long it'd been too, exactly three years.

Three years since we'd laughed together.

Three years since we'd cried together.

Three years since we'd actually seen and held the other.

"God I missed you," Savannah murmured, her voice sounding thick like she was going to start crying.

I didn't doubt it, she was always the emotional one in our friendship.

"I missed you too," I replied earnestly. Text messages and phone calls didn't compare to actually being with her, they were just too different.

"Your hair is so long and pretty," Savannah said with a sigh, pulling back to play with a few long, brown locks of hair from the top of the head that nearly reached the middle of my back. "I'm so jealous."

My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why?"

"Because I don't even know my real hair color anymore."

"That's because you've dyed it so many times," I teased.

"Very funny smarty pants," she laughed, handing me one of the drinks before she went to retrieve the two suitcases I'd brought with me.

Forks was supposed to be a bit warmer than Marquette, so I didn't bring much of my winter wardrobe; instead, I had saved up some money and had gotten myself a few pairs of shorts and some T-shirts. That all fit into one suitcase, the other was filled with books and some art supplies.

I helped Savanna carry out my two bags to her rusted old red Chevy truck, and then settled into the passenger seat.

"My mom signed you up for school a few weeks ago," she said in a conversational tone as she got in on the driver's side. "I had her put you in a few advanced classes though."

I let out a groan. "Savannah."

"What?" she asked innocently as she shifted the car into reverse. "You're smart, you need to be challenged or school is just going to be boring."

"Yes, but I would still like to make it through school without slaughtering my GPA," I pointed out.

"Please, you're a fucking genius and you know it. Quit being so modest, it's totally not like you Cassie."

"If I fail, I'm blaming you," I warned.

But it didn't bother Savannah like it should've. "You can if you want, but I'm telling you now that it isn't going to happen," she replied confidently.

We exchanged a few more comments, explaining to each other what had changed in our lives, but that was pretty much it for conversation. I stared out my window, taking in all of the beautiful colors while enjoying the comfortable silence that settle between us. Everything here was green, which came as a relief. I liked the color better than the white I remembered from back home.

We made it back to Savannah's house in nearly an hour and a half, but we'd be alone for about another hour or two before Tammy and Rick-her parents-came back home. She lived in a medium two-story house, with four bedrooms and two bathrooms.

Her parents had supposedly cleaned out the bedroom facing the north, over looking the patch of woods that the houses on the street were surrounded by, for my arrival a few weeks back.

We carried my two bags up the steep set of stairs and into my new bedroom.

"I redecorated it for you," Savannah announced as we hauled the bags into the room.

The walls had been painted a very light-almost white-gray color, which had been splatter painted with the colors of the rainbow. There was a full size bed pushed up against the wall next to the large window. The curtains were a light blue and the comforter was the same blue with Hello Kitty all over it.

A full length mirror had been nailed into a wall between the dresser and my new closet space, and a desk had been set up with a small lap top and printer. Off to the side of the room, an easel was sitting there, calling me to go and draw.

I turned to my best friend, grinning like a fool, and pulled her into a tight hug. "I love it," I told her. I didn't care about color or if things matched, and Savannah knew this. My room was all about comfort, which would be how I would've decorated it.

She hugged me back, dropping my bag carefully, and then stepped back. "I've got to go pick up Noah from the church daycare, but I'll be back," she said, smoothing my hair back. "Why don't you take this time to get settle in and then I'll fix us all dinner when I get back, alright?"

I nodded and brought the suitcase with my clothes up to my bed to start unpacking.

"See you in a few," Savannah called out over her shoulder as she left the room and then the house altogether.

After I had finished putting my clothes away into the dresser and closet, I grabbed my bag of bathroom supplies (toothbrush, floss, shampoo, tampons, ect.) and brought it down the hall to the bathroom upstairs. Savannah and I would share the bathroom upstairs since both of our bedrooms were on the upper level of the house, while her parents and younger brother would most likely use the downstairs bathroom since their bedrooms were all downstairs.

Once I had taken over half of the medicine cabinet, I closed it and took a quick look at myself in the mirror.

I looked a lot like my mother did when she'd been my age, or so people had told me. Now she was getting a few grays in her short dark hair, and she was always tan whether it was summer or not. I had her freckles, her dark eyes and hair, and her straight nose, but I was paler and my lips were a tad bit fuller than hers.

I don't know where people get the idea that we look alike. I thought as I poked the freckles that ran over the bridge of my nose from beneath my eyes.

Shaking my head, I took a hair tie from my wrist and pulled my hair off my neck and up into a messy bun.

"Tomorrow's gonna be a long day," I mumbled under my breath as I stepped out of the bathroom and walked down into my bedroom to wait for Savannah.

That night I didn't sleep well; in fact, I never was able to sleep Sunday nights.

I tossed and turned restlessly all night only to wake up seven minutes before my alarm.

Savannah hurried inside my room only a full minute after my alarm had actually gone off, and turned on all of my lights before jumping onto my bed next to where I was laying.

"Are you ready for your first day of school?" she asked excitedly.

I moaned into my pillow, blinking against the bright artificial lights.

"C'mon, you're gonna love it here. It's quiet, peaceful-"

"You told people about me, didn't you?" I guessed.

Savannah jumped down from my bed and ran over to my closet, ignoring me. "What do you want to wear for your first day?"

"Savannah."

"Okay, okay. Maybe I told a few people," she allowed.

My eyes narrowed. "How many?"

She turned around with a pair of dark skinny jeans and a blue T-shirt, biting her lip. "Maybe three...maybe thirty."

"Savannah!"

"Shh, you can't wake up the whole house," she hushed, placing a finger to her lips.

"This is going to be hell, you know I hate attention." I clutched at my hair, something I did when I was stressed out.

"Hey, stick with me and everything will be okay," she whispered reassuringly as she placed my clothes for the day on the foot of the bed. "I promise," Savannah added before she skipped down the hall to get herself ready.

Not even an hour later, the two of us were piling into her old red truck and heading off to school.

"I don't know why you brought shorts," Savannah said, rolling her eyes. "It really isn't much warmer here."

I shrugged indifferently. "I think it is. In Marquette there's already frost."

"Yeah, I guess," she agreed as she turned into the school parking lot.

She parked the truck close to the main school building, no doubt to keep us as dry as possible, and cut off the engine. "Tammy gets really involved in this school, just so you know, mostly because my grades are so low," she warned. "So don't be surprised if a few teacher know of your arrival. This place is pretty small anyway.

I nodded in understanding, smiling at her apologetically before following Savannah into the main office.

"Hey Peggy," Savannah greeted the plump woman from behind the counter as we entered the small building.

She looked up in surprise and then smiled when she saw Savannah. "How can I help you today Miss Marlow?"

Savannah gestured to me. "This is Cassidy Swan, my best friend. She prefers to be called Cassie though."

Peggy gave me a warm smile and stood up to shake my hand. "Hello Cassie, what can I do for you today?"

"Um, I'm new here." Isn't that enough of an explanation?

Savannah rolled her eyes and stepped forward to take charge, just like she always did. "She needs her schedule and a map of the buildings so her sorry ass doesn't get lost since I can't lead her around 24/7."

Peggy gave her a stern look, but her smile remained in place. "Language Miss Marlow," she scolded as she leaned over her desk and retrieved the pieces of papers from a filing cabinet. "Here you go." She handed me the papers. "That blue one needs to be signed by your teachers, and then brought back at the end of the day, alright?"

I nodded and we thanked her before scurrying back outside and into the dry truck.

"Gym?" I asked in surprise.

Savannah raised her hands in defense. "Most of the electives you got were all of the leftovers."

"Well I guess that what I get for coming late."

She laughed quietly and elbowed me in the side playfully. "You haven't changed much."

My brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Your still as moody as ever," she teased.

I elbowed her back, only harder. "Every girl has a certain time when they're moody," I said as I zipped up my jacket and pulled the hood over my head and stepped out of the truck.

"Where are you going?" she called out after me.

I glanced at my schedule, trying to keep it out of the rain. "Apparently English," I replied before hurrying across the lot to my first class.

Savannah hadn't been kidding when she said teachers would know me. I didn't have to introduce myself to my first teacher because apparently, Tammy was quite the gossiper.

"You can sit in the back Cassidy," the mad said, scratching at his reseeding hairline.

I nodded and grabbed a text book before sitting the far back and waiting for the class to finally begin.

As students started to file into the building, I was instantly met wit curious eyes and I even heard them start to whisper about me.

"I heard she was kicked out of her old school because she was a drug dealer," one guy whispered, while the guy he was talking to looked back at me and totally stared right at my chest.

I folded my arms in response.

"I heard that her mom sent her here because she got pregnant," a girl with platinum blond hair said a little too loudly in a nasally voice.

My eyes widened in disbelief. Did that girl really just...? Ugh, I would so knock in that pretty little face of hers if I could.

"She isn't even related to anyone here," the girl next to the blond replied.

"I think Savannah's family took her in," a blond boy piped in.

Trust me, I'm really not this interesting. I thought as I sank back into my chair and pulled my head phones up through my shirt and switched on my iPod before I pulled out a notebook and began sketching disturbing images of the stupid blond bitch and her friend and the different ways they could die.

"I know you'll come in the night like a thiefBut I've had some time alone to hone my lying techniqueI know you think that I'm someone you can trustBut I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up(everyone now)So do you think that we could work out a psalmSo I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try..."

(Jesus Christ by Brand New)

A boy with mild acne problems and black hair leaned over my desk and pulled out one of my ear buds with shaky fingers. "Class is over," he informed me.

I lazily lifted my eyes from my drawings to his, waiting to see what'd he'd say.

"Are you really pregnant?" was all he asked.

Everyone within a three seat radius had turned to look at us, awed by this boy's bravery.

I raised one eyebrow, challenging him. "Do you think I'm the type to get pregnant?"

His cheeks turned pink. "Um, I...no?"

I laughed humorlessly and rose from my seat. "I'm-"

"Cassidy Swan, I know," he cut in, his cheeks darkening further. "I sit with Savannah at lunch," he explained quickly. "She's been talking and bragging all week."

Now it was my turn to blush, causing my calm, cool demeanor to shrivel up and die. "I prefer to be called Cassie."

"She said you did," he murmured. "I'm Eric by the way."

I nodded slowly and gathered my bag up from the floor, and shoved my notebook inside it. "Nice to meet you."

"So where's your next class, Cassie?" he asked.

I checked my schedule. "I'm with Jefferson in building six for Government."

"I'm headed that way, I'll show you if you want...?" He left the question open, waiting for my decision.

"Please," I replied, smiling politely.

We grabbed our jackets and I had Mr. Mason sign my blue slip before we headed out into the icy rain, which had picked up quite a bit since this morning.

"Those pictures you were drawing," Eric began, grinning at his thoughts, "they were pretty hilarious. I wish you'd shown them to Lauren, I think it would've been even better to see her reaction."

I laughed along with him. "Lauren...is that the name of the bitch I drew?"

He nodded. "Yeah, she's mean to everyone. I can't believe she said that though, that's just a low blow for anyone. And none of them should be worried about why you came here anyway, it's nobody's business but yours and Savannah's." Eric stopped at the door I was guessing I was supposed to go through.

"Thank you for understanding," I said sincerely. "I'm glad somebody does."

"I won't lie," he mumbled, "I am curious-as is everyone else-but it's your shit so you decide who knows and who doesn't."

"Thank you," I repeated before walking into the small building.

The rest of my classes flashed by in a blur. The names and faces I learned had no meaning to me, so I didn't remember most of them. I ignored the rumors and Lauren's clique that followed her around like lost puppies, always poking fun at others.

By the time lunch rolled around, I had completely mellowed out. Savannah met me at the door of my French class and then led me into the cafeteria to eat with her group of friends.

I sat between her and a blond haired boy named Mike who kept trying to get a peek down my shirt.

"Mike goes to my mom's movie store a lot," Savannah whispered under the buzz of conversation around us, her voice too low for anyone besides the two of us to hear. "He checks out porn all the time, so try and stay away from him, okay?"

My eyes widened in horror and I slid down the bench closer to her. The boy Eric, from my English class, laughed silently at my reaction.

It was there, sitting between my best friend and a perverted teenage boy, that I first saw them.

The five of them were so beautiful I thought I might cry. And I wasn't a crying person at all.

They weren't talking to anyone, not even each other, and they weren't eating anything from the trays in front of them. None of them were staring at me like I was some kind of display item like almost everyone else, so I felt no need to hide and look away. I could stare at them freely without having to worry about one of them staring right back at me.

The five looked nothing alike. There were three boys: one was muscled like a weight lifter, with dark curly hair and broad shoulders. Another was taller and a bit leaner than the first, but still muscular, and had shorter honey blond hair. The last boy was a lot less bulky than the others, and my attention was immediately drawn to his unusual, messy bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish looking than the other two sitting at the table with them.

The two girls were almost complete opposites. One was tall and blond with perfect curves-a total bimbo in my opinion-while the other was short and kind of reminded me of a fairy or pixie. Way shorter than my five feet four inches. Her hair was jet black and cropped short, pointing out in all directions.

And yet, through all of their differences, I found them all looking the same. Every one of them had perfect, flawless pale skin-something that wasn't usually found in a high school-and dark eyes despite the wide range in hair tones. I noticed that they also wore dark shadows beneath those hypnotizing eyes of theirs, almost like bruises or something. But it couldn't be from broken noses because everything about their bodies were perfect and angular.

As I continued to watch them shamelessly, the short girl rose from her seat with her tray-still untouched-and walked up to the garbage can swiftly, her eyes meeting my own briefly before she left the lunchroom altogether.

I gently elbowed Savannah to get her attention, and she looked up from the orange she had been focused on peeling with a plastic spoon. "Who are they?" I asked, inclining my head in the direction of the perfect human beings across the cafeteria.

No, the couldn't be human. Humans had too many flaws, and they had none besides the shadows beneath their eyes.

I had a feeling Savannah already knew who I was asking about, but she looked up anyway. He looked at her suddenly, the thinner, more boyish one. He looked at y friend for less than a fraction of a second before his dark eyes flickered to mine.

But then he looked away, his face holding nothing of interest as he focused his attention on the table he sat at.

Savannah laughed nervously and set her orange down on her plate. "That's Emmett and Edward Cullen, and Jasper and Rosalie Hale," she explained under her breath, like if she spoke in a normal tone they would hear her. "The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live with Dr. Cullen and his wife."

"Well, they're...very nice-looking."

"Real eye candy," Savannah agreed. "But they're all together. Emmett and Rosalie, and Jasper and that little girl Alice."

My brow furrowed as I glanced back at their table. "Which one are the Cullens? They don't really look related."

She rolled her eyes at me. "That's because they're not. Dr. Cullen is like super young and shit and adopted them all. But the Hales-the blonds-are twins and have lived with Mrs. Cullen since they were like eight or something like that."

"Leave it to you to find out the dirt on people," I teased. "So have they always lived in Forks? You never really mentioned them to me before."

Savannah shook her head. "They moved down here from somewhere in Alaska about a year after I arrived."

As I continued to examine them, the youngest Cullen looked up again and met my gaze. This time, he looked curious when our eyes met. And there was a hint of frustration in his dark eyes as well.

Feeling my cheeks flush, I broke eye contact and turned to Savannah. "Which one's the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked as I ran my hand through my hair and peeked over at him from the corners of my eyes.

"Edward," Savannah answered, sounding uninterested. "I wouldn't try anything with him though if I were you, it's a waste of time. Lauren would eat you for breakfast if she heard you had feelings for him." She looked up at me, her green eyes meeting my brown ones. "I can't lose you to Lauren and her skanky followers Cassie," she told me seriously. "I don't want to go to jail at seventeen because I took revenge for you death, okay?"

"I don't believe in high school relationships Savannah, you know that." I rolled my eyes and gave her a quick one-arm hug before I stood up. "I'll see you after school, and don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

"I know, I know." She waved me off. "Forgive me for caring about my innocent best friend's well being."

"You're forgiven," I called back over my shoulder as I left the cafeteria.

I ran back to Savannah's truck to grab my bag, and then headed for Biology, my next class.

As I entered the classroom, I immediately noticed that all tables were full except for one. I recognized the boy by his unusual hair, and realized he was the one sitting next to that one and only open seat.

I hurriedly made my way down the aisle to introduce myself and get my slip signed by the teacher. Just as I passed him, he suddenly went rigid in his seat. His eyes flashed to mine, bulging wide, and I met his hostile expression before nearly tripping over my own two feet.

No one had ever looked at me like that before. They'd never acted so...cold. Not even Lauren.

Mr. Banner signed the small blue slip and wordlessly handed me a book and then pointed to the only empty seat, giving me an apologetic look as I turned to walk back up the aisle.

I kept my head down as I set my book down on the black counter top and took my seat, but I could still feel his black eyes burning holes into my skull. I saw his perfect posture change from the corners of my eyes, and I saw him move so that he was on the extreme edge of his chair, leaning away from me as far as the chair would let him go.

"Dick," I muttered under my breath.

He whipped his gorgeous face away from me, his nostrils flaring in anger.

Embarrassed at the fact that he might just have caught me, I let my hair fall over my left shoulder, creating a dark curtain between us, and did my best to focus on what Mr. Banner was saying.

But I had already learned about cellular anatomy back in my freshman year at Marquette Senior High, so I found no distraction in his lecture.

I pulled out my notebook, trying not to stir the air too much between us as I did because each time I moved Edward seemed to get even angrier and more pissy.

I couldn't stop myself when I opened my notebook to fresh page, I just had to look at him. He was too perfect-even while he was angry-for the artist in me to ignore him. I wanted to paint his perfect form and his dark eyes as he glared at me.

He hadn't relaxed the tiniest bit since I'd sat down; if anything, he'd tensed up even further.

He had his hand on his right leg, clenched into a tight fist, causing the tendons to stand out from under his smooth, pale skin. He had the sleeves of his white long-sleeved shirt pushed up to his elbows, revealing a hard and muscular forearm. He wasn't as sight looking when he wasn't next to his brothers.

I met his angry eyes again, adding their black depths to my memory for later.

I can't draw him here, it'll have to wait until later. I told myself as I turned away from the beautiful, dangerous boy again.

The class dragged on longer than all the others, and I found myself fighting the urge to fidget under Edward's stare. I couldn't understand why he was so angry with me.

Did he think I was some crack head with a baby on the way like the others did? Were there more rumors that I'd missed? Or did he see straight through to my boring, self-absorbed self?

Panic closed in on my throat at the thought and I felt my breathing pick up while Edward remained unchanged, and not breathing beside me.

God please let him think of me as a drug using whore. I prayed, clenching my eyes closed.

I reopened my eyes after a few seconds and flinched away when I saw his fist tighten up further, and sank deeper into my chair.

At that moment, the bell rang loudly, making me jump and nearly fall to the floor. Edward Cullen was out of his seat faster than I even thought possible, with his books cradled delicately to his chest in one arm, and he was out of the building before anyone else-including myself-had gotten the chance to stand.

I sat frozen to my chair, my gaze focused on the door he had left through.

Suddenly, my own anger seemed to flare up. He was being so mean and cruel, and he didn't even know me! I'd expected it from Lauren, but this boy? He'd sat with his family at lunch, safely out of the clutches of the evil skanks, and he seemed quiet from far away. But now...well, I knew that I'd be giving him a piece of my mind when I saw him again.

"Cassie Swan, right?" a familiar male voice asked.

I looked up and was met with the porno pervert from lunch. He had a baby face and spiky pale blond hair.

I swallowed. "Uh, yeah."

"I'm Mike, I sat next to you at lunch."

I nodded once. "Hi, Mike."

"Do you need some help finding your next class?"

I narrowed my eyes at the lab table. "I'm headed to the gym, I think I can find it on my own," I replied, hoping he'd just leave me alone with my rage. He might've been a perv, but he wasn't the only one that I'd ever met, and I knew how to deal with them. But I'd feel bad if I lashed out on him for no reason just because Edward had pissed me off.

"Well that's my class too," he said cheerfully. "We can walk together."

I forced out a smile, which was more like a grimace, and collected my belongings before following him outside.

"So what'd you do to get Edward's panties all bunched up and twisted?" he asked casually as we walked quickly across campus.

"I didn't say anything to him," I mumbled in response.

Mike held the door open for me and lingered by my side instead of going to the dressing room. "I've never seen him like that before," he admitted. "But he's just weird all around so it doesn't really surprise me that he'd act so strange around a pretty girl like you."

I didn't know if I should've been flattered or thoroughly creeped out.

"Um, thanks?" I gave him a small smile before leaving him and walking into the girl's locker room.

The gym teacher found me a uniform, but didn't require me to get involved in any of the activities for the day. So I just watched instead, figuring it'd be safer for everyone, and drew some quick sketches of the people around me playing until the bell rang.

I walked slowly to the office at the end of the day, and once again I questioned my decision.

I could be at home, my real home, right now and helping my mother plan her wedding. Did I really want to do that though?

The answer was simple, of course not. But anything was better than being called trash and having to deal with hostile students.

I gritted my teeth as my thoughts were filled with Edward's death glares as I roughly pushed through the office door, my hand clenched around the blue slip of paper I had to return.

"Stupid, gorgeous, asshole," I hissed under my breath as I walked straight up to the counter.

It was then that I realized Peggy and I weren't the only two in the small room. Not even two feet away from me stood Edward Cullen.

His back stiffened and he turned slowly to glare at me with hate-filled eyes.

Panic closed in on me again, causing the hairs on my arms to rise up from my skin.

He quickly turned back to Peggy. "Never mind," he said hastily, in an attractive voice. "I can see that changing my schedule will be impossible. Thank you for your time anyway." He turned on his heel gracefully and stalked back out into the rain, never looking back at me again once.

I frowned and handed Peggy the blue slip.

"How did your first day go, dear?" she asked as she filed it away.

Horrible.

"Fine, couldn't have been better," I lied. I was good at lying, so it didn't take much for me to convince her.

Peggy smiled. "That's wonderful news, Forks has such a great school system. Everyone's so nice..." She continued talking, but I was already gone.

I ran, faster than I ever had before, back to Savannah's truck where she was waiting for me, the engine already running.

She opened her mouth to speak, but one pained look from me shut her up.

"I'm sorry," I heard her murmur before she backed out and sped back to the empty house I now was forced to call home.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked as we pulled into her driveway.

I ignored her and picked my bag up from the floor. "I have homework," I lied.

"Cassie," she started, but I was already gone. I heard her door slam as I ran up the porch steps and into the house. "Cassie come back!" Savannah called out.

A few angry tears escaped and I brushed them away and locked myself in my bedroom.

With new found rage, I blasted my stereo to drown out the pounding of Savannah's small fists on the door, and turned to the easel in the far corner of my room.

Thanks for anyone who reads! Please make sure and leave me a comment (if you feel it's good enough, that is).

This is my first fanfic and comments (even if they're bad) will boost my confidence so...yeah.

Catch ya on the flip side,

Kat:)