I DO NOT OWN ANY OR ALL OF TWILIGHT. THAT IS ALL STEPHENIE MEYER'S WIN. SADLY.

A/N: I have some inspirations for these chapters. Music, a lot. I might post a play list later on, but just if I feel it really needs to be done. Otherwise, it's all really good to read with any random music. This is a very important thing for me, it's sort of like my baby, you know. Please be easy on me, and review if you can. Now, Without further ado; CHAPTER 1!

EPOV

Everyday it's the same. A minute alone is all I get to peruse through the women around me whenever I'm somewhere other than at class - as if it didn't occur there either - I receive all of the same looks, the same flirting methods, it's all completely bittersweet to me. Bittersweet because I used to live for the flirtations, I wasn't called Cullen Tease in high school for nothing, but now, I abhor it. They are all the same; shallow, conceited, vain or if I get lucky shy, pretty, and smart. You can easily tell by their looks, clothing, and postures But good luck has nothing to do with my dating history and the very cliché saying is oddly yet sadly true; "The good ones are always taken." Almost always in my mind. I had to hold up hope for my future happiness but the sights of couples around me break that hope each time they flaunt their spoils in from of my eyes.

Lucky bastards.

The Starbucks I was in now was just like every other you see in any town or city quaint and warm. The thick smell of coffee clinging to the walls and I completely revered it while typing away a letter to my parents. Every now and then sipping through the green straw in the plastic container that held my favorite drink in the place, Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino. This was a requisite of them for studying so far away from home. Keep in touch and phone or e-mail at least once a week. Phrases such as "College is going great." "Classes are boring as usual but easy to keep up with." and "The parties are so overrated lately you won't believe it's not traditional" were among my usual rants for them in order to please them. Studying to become a doctor like Carlisle went on to become in Dartmouth is after all not meant to be fun at all. Though Esme had thrown quite a scene the day of my departure. Just that memory alone can help me get rid of the bad mood that was brooding inside me. My parents can do this a lot to me. They are the best source of entertainment. Esme's mothering instinct has many times gotten me stumped and I'm pretty sure that has always been her objective.

"Edward please remember that we won't be able to do much help with you if you go this far." I could see the obvious worry and sadness in her eyes as she hugged me goodbye in the Seattle airport. "I know. I'm sorry but I really want to do this. I want to become a good enough doctor." My words were meant to come out gingerly but I could feel a tightening in my torso as soon as the sentence was done. "Come on Esme his plane is boarding. He has to go." I could hear Carlisle's authoritative voice firm but in his eyes I could see sadness as well. "I do have to go, but I'll be back for break. Don't worry too much about me." The calling for the plane was going on its final one and I knew I would have to hurry in order to enter and get suited on my seat comfortable. "Esme. Let go of him." I could hear the words but I didn't see any action. I tried to pry myself from Esme's grip but it was like a stronghold. Holy shit how did this woman get so strong?! I started walking hoping it would hint her I really did need to leave already but she clung to me. All the way to the boarding gate. It took Carlisle all his strength to pry her off me and even though he had her in his arms she was fighting with him for release. "Bye dad, bye mom. I love you guys. I'll be back soon, I promise." Those were my last words before I ran all the way into the plane hoping she wouldn't try to follow me inside and drag me out.

I chuckled to myself at the memory. Esme had really surprised me with her clinging and I'm pretty sure embarrassed both Carlisle and myself with her antics. It had been just one year but it felt like a lifetime away. Sighing I forced myself to return my attention to the letter and hearing the crude sound of my straw pulling up air I decided to order another frappuccino. I placed my order and asking for it to be brought to me I stayed in my otherwise empty table looking over my schedule for this new year again. Classes wouldn't start for another 2 days but I already was trying to be prepared. I had the regular classes, my medical classes, and the elective I had chosen. It wasn't entirely my choice so much as my mother's idea to "avoid stress". This year it was American Music. My last resort to be truthful, sadly. Shaking my head in hopes to get the depressing thoughts from entering my head I looked around me for an out and gladly spotted the girl coming over with my drink. She was pretty, blonde, and had a good figure.

Might as well try since she looks as good as you can get today.

My mental voice spoke sarcastically and I frowned at it momentarily before putting on my best smile. It's allowed to get from paying before why shouldn't I use it now? Releasing my weapon on women was most likely the best thing that would happen to them in their lives, well, to college women anyways. In my 20 years as a guy I had learned that women are otherwise defenseless when one shows them the attention they crave and will do literally anything they ask them to. This one was clearly no different. I could see it from the way she was now looking at me. Mouth slightly parted, eyes full of excitement and lust. Any other man would've skipped from the face to the chest but I was raised to be a gentleman, I had my moments of un-chivalry mind you but I hadn't found many women to be good enough to lay that upon. Yet, at least.

"Here you are." She spoke with a high voice and a small southern accent. Up close I could see she was trying to make her attire more appealing. Shirt revealing her midriff, a clear view of her cleavage.

Not my type. "Yes, thank you." I replied with a smile back dismissing her politely.

"Do you have anything else I could help you with?" She spoke again and instantly she put me in a frowning mood. Clearly she hadn't gotten the message I had obviously laid out for her. Definitely not my type.

"I'm fine thank you." I made a move to pick up my stuff along with my drink and start to leave before her voice cut the air again.

Would you get a fucking clue please? These are the type of women I labeled as "Obnoxious Blondes". They didn't know what it meant for a guy to not be interested and then would screw a guy over. Cheating and otherwise conceited habits. I had dated one like her in high school. Lauren Mallory. It had been a week-long thing that I had been very happy to break, and fast. She had smothered me with phone calls, and unwanted displays of personal affection. That was when I believed the supposed fact of people not being what they appeared to be. That there was more to them. Whoever had said that had obviously not met Lauren or her so called best friend Jessica. She was the other girl that proved what you get on the outside is the same in the inside.

"Are you sure you don't have anything else I could help you with?"

I struggled to find something suitable to do at the unfortunate turn of events I was going through now, yet again.

Her voice did something I guessed was trying to sound seductive to her. To me it was like she was trying to fully speak words with no success at all. Her accent blurring in between some invisible lines. I desperately looked around for an out. Option 1 - I could sprint the hell out of there all the way to my apartment a block away. Con - I could never show my face in the closest Starbucks to the place. Fuck. Option 2 - I could spell it out for her that I wasn't interested. Con - I would probably suffer some kind of mishap from her seeing as how I'd probably wound her ego. Bitch. Option 3 - Use the girl just coming inside by introducing her as my girlfriend therefore showing I was taken and not possibly interested getting her off my back. Con - I'd probably have to go on a date with the girl and/or pay her off. That's all I have. Shit. I hoped I hadn't hesitated enough weighing my options but as soon as I saw her in my peripheral vision nearing my sight I grabbed what would be my savoir for the day by her waist.

"Where have you been? I though you were standing me up." I purred seductively into the girl's ear feeling her stiffen at my voice. Do something before you're double screwed ,Cullen!

My internal voice again yelled at me as I saw the blonde one's mouth stand ajar slightly.

"What the --" I worked quickly to silence the voice of my savior who was turning out to be not so good at being helpful with the only thing I could possibly think of. My lips.

BPOV

Today was definitely not my day. I fumed all the way from my small apartment towards the nearest place of refuge my eyes and mind could muster in between my fury. I had another fight with my mother about Phil, college, Charlie, and my love life - via telephone- , and had managed to fall 3 times and scrape my knee in one of those occasions. In one I was getting out of the shower. In another I ran to get the phone from my nightstand and tripped over the carpet separating my room from the living room area. The last but not least, for today I'm sure, was rushing down the stairs in a haste to leave my apartment in an angered state of being. But the more infuriating thing of it all is that it's not even 10 in the fricking morning yet!

It's another of those "I hate Bella" days, obviously. Damn you heaven! Damn you and all of the happy beings watching my misery while you celebrate entertained sipping wine and all of those delicacies the Greek Gods enjoy having. Damn every single little thing that is benefiting from my obvious horrible start of a day that will just start to get even more horribly worst! Are you enjoying yourselves? Oh, you're not? Well good! Screw you all!

My internal rant continued this was throwing a couple expletives every now and then while I stewed my way to the Starbucks located exactly 3 blocks away from my place in a corner that didn't see much traffic aside from many college alumni. A haven for many that suffered from the pressure the school would bring them. Sadly. Whoever had said 'College was the best experience of one's life' was sorely mistaken. Either that or extremely brain-damaged if they knew a thing or two about going to Dartmouth for one's 'fun and memorable college experience' in order to gain the 'necessary time' and the 'required education' to become a good, well-mannered, and well-functional person in the 'adult world'. I just had to scoff. No way in hell was Dartmouth going to be fun for me.

Dartmouth.

I had to repeat the name. Ever since I had arrived it was almost like a dream. Whether good or bad didn't matter a lot to me. It just simply had to be a very deep dream I couldn't wake up from. A coma even. But, DARTMOUTH? My mind was thinking it would be good for me to think of a very stressful and serious setting for my recovery? It thought the place was Dartmouth? Just the name of the institution was enough to shot fear through my body like a bucket of cold of water in an icy morning. I was here but I couldn't picture myself as to where I fit. I'm not smart, I'm not rich, I'm not ambitious, I'm not…a lot of things. I'm just… me. Just Isabella. A single leaf blade of grass among a never-ending plain of flowers that I very much enjoyed being in. I had a small role in this production and all I had to do was grow, provide nutrients and watch the scenery that unfolded before my eyes.

I stopped at an intersection waiting for traffic to pass as my eyes raked the establishment in the corner and made plans as to where I would head from there. Obviously I couldn't stay inside brooding. Even my bad mood would not be enough for me to ruing the sanctity and peace a Starbucks brought. Nope. I would rather be submitted to wearing dresses and heels for the rest of my life rather than do something as sinful as that. I'd bet I would be bringing a depressing setting to the place as well and I was not one for the pity and microscope looks from total strangers. The pressure would get to me faster and I'd imminently all or some be forced into some sort of embarrassing moment like it. It's one thing for me to wallow and suffer by myself thanks to myself, but another thing to do so in front of people that would no doubt make fun of me for lack of something better to do than sip at their coffees.

While I brooded the light had changed and quickly crossed the street with a permanent frown upon my face. I was definitely in a horrible state of mind. I needed a bog cookie and my favorite concoction. Double Chocolate Chip Frappuccino, though this time I'd make sure I received the largest they had. It was the only thing that I was sure of would release me from my dark and pessimistic thoughts if even so for a couple of hours, the time I would be enjoying my sugar high in. Something that I completely loved but feared at the same time for. It was a dangerous weapon not meant to be used lightly or by any insubordinate person, which were thankfully, not a whole lot of people in my world. But then again Alice was never one person alone. She was several all at the same time. I'm not saying she had a personality disorder or any nonsense like that. She was just a lot to handle. She was sweet, energetic, protective, stubborn, loveable, likeable,… mainly everything I wanted to be but wasn't. I was just lucky enough to be in her good graces. No one messed with Alice after all. Beside that tiny bubbly exterior lurked something that I really didn't even dared to wonder what it was.

"When I woke up tonight I said I…

Would make somebody love me.."

A smile flitted to my lips as I halted mid-step, a couple of feet away from the door of my desired destination. Speak of the devil. I slid my phone's screen upwards until it showed the symbol of a phone in the screen and the time counter starter signaling how many minutes would go by throughout my entire call. "Alice," I started all too aware that my mood was still horrible and hoping that I wouldn't subject the one that had been standing by my side for as long as I've known her as a friend and confidant. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, I mean it's great to talk to you but don't you think it's a little early?" I looked towards the clock inside the glass windows and was confirmed of this. It was just 9:43 am, not anywhere near close the usual time she usually called me at. Which would be weird for anyone else but Alice had a mild case of OCD, or high whichever you'd like to call it that made being at the 'perfect' time for things a must.

"I KNOW!" she screeched into the phone which made me immediately cower away from it as her ramble continued on the other end. I drew my courage and put my ear to the phone hoping to subdue her. She sounded pissed and I would be very well committing a crime if I didn't save the poor soul or souls that would be on the receiving end of her wrath. "I'M SORRY BUT- NO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M NOT SORRY! WHATEVER WAS I THINKING- NO SCRATCH THAT. THE HELL HE WAS-" I drew my ear away as her voice rose continuously. It must be her boyfriend, from what I could decode and he had done something incredibly and simplistically stupid yet normal that sent Alice off.

Poor guy. I reasoned internally as I went back to ranting Alice. "Al, Alice. Shh. Calm down. I'm here. Take a deep breath." I tried to soothe her and slowly but gradually I could hear her start to breath evenly. I knew she was pissed which meant my advice would not do good at the moment. "Now, how about we talk about this over lunch? I'll meet you at the place and then you can tell me everything? It's too early right now? Look at the clock. We wouldn't want to break tradition now, would we?" I knew she had seen the time because I could hear the appalled gasp from her end. Tradition was having lunch together whenever we got into irrationally horrible moods. It had been this way since high school and our senior year Alice had made it final with a contract she made herself for it. Only Alice.

"O my gosh! You're right! I'm sorry. Okay. I'll call you later and then we'll meet. Thanks so much! You'd never guess how stupid he was. I mean-" She had started rambling again and I had to stop her before she went off again on me.

"Alice." I scolded. I was really having a crappy morning and unfortunately she was making things horribly worst.

"Sorry." She apologized like a child and I inwardly smiled at her. She was really something aside from energetic, and everything else she was.

"It's okay. Just try to calm down and wait until we meet." I paused hoping she would follow my instructions before I had to say my farewell for now. "Listen Al, I have to go. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay. Don't worry about it. BYE!" She greeted me goodbye enthusiastically and ending the call I sighed in relief before placing a hand atop my forehead to relax minutely. I definitely need that cookie now.

I walked again with my phone in had and smiled as I breathed in the familiar scent of coffee in the air. I sighed but this time in content as I opened the door and walked reverently. This place was definitely going to become my sanctuary pretty soon.

The view was what you'd usually expect in a coffee place. Filled the brim with college students though this time it was a little too early on a Friday with no classes to be the setting at the moment. Though I did took in the stands of a worker and a student towards my right I wasn't interested enough on that but just hoping she wouldn't be the one to deliver my order. A lover's spat that I knew nothing abut would just be the nail in the coffin of my day. No, I could not think of anything else that would ruin my day. I just couldn't keep my eyes of the prize.

Determined I started to walk to the counter in front of the scene in which I tried to ignore before I got caught by surprise by a strong arm snaked around my waist. I blinked momentarily dazed and confused as to how this would happen. Wasn't I just..? The arm was securely resting in my mid-section nowhere near my chest area or lower - gratefully- but the long fingertips curled around my side. As if I was the arms perfect size. I was about to look at the person's face, who I was sure was a man, due to the way his hand was formed and rested along with the muscles one could barely make out through the long-sleeved t-shirt he was wearing when his voice caught me off-guard.

"Where have you been? I though you were standing me up."

My body had gone rigid as soon as his statement was registered in the latent parts of my brain. Is this guy serious? Did he mistake me for his girlfriend or was he trying to screw with me? I raised my head from his arm to the girl he had been having an argument with I presumed. She looked shocked, which confused to no end but then her eyes were glaring at me with unmasked jealousy and anger. My day just couldn't get any worst. I had asked for this situation to not include me and what happens? It throws me right in the middle of it. I hope you're fucking happy now assholes. Was my only response to the laughing beings that were looking at this situation with amused grins on their faces. I frowned and the girl's lips pursed in skepticism. Now I'm really confused. I had to know why I was here, in the middle of a coffee shop with a stranger's arm around my waist and a girl glaring at me for it.

"What the -" hell is going on. I had to finish my statement internally. My voice had gone completely blank after the first two words because I had been silenced. It took me even longer to register this as lips crushed to mine and a tongue darted towards my bottom one. I wasn't this easy to win over but the taste…. God the taste. It was one if not my favorites in the world. My favorite concoction. The lips tasted of chocolate from the syrup and had a light hint of whipped cream. A beautiful combination. But his mouth…it was chocolate with coffee with everything and more. I unconsciously moaned at the taste but before I had a chance to pull away as my senses returned I felt a hand snake towards the back of my head and the other rest on the small of my back. Though I knew I had to stop this, my body recognized this as a much better and pleasant position and my mind was able to override my will in resisting the urge that kept growing with the taste my tongue could feel in the other person's mouth.

A/N: How'd you like it? Yes, there's going to be an explanation for the whole "Cullen Tease" thing and the fight with Bella and her mom. If anyone's wondering about the ringtone Bella has for Alice the song is called Do You Want To by Franz Ferdinand.

Before I forget thanks to my BETA. A really good friend of mine was able to do it this time but any help from anyone else is gladly welcomed.

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