Disclaimer:

I do not own the Twilight Universe. If I did, well, Id be a lot better off. Stephenie Meyer is the owner and the naughty muse who's stories haunt other's and recently, my own mind. Only characters I own is Maxi, Her dad, grand father and Bo...so far. Well, I think thats been established, let the reading begin. Enjoy.

Chap. 1

Public Enemy Number 1

I was not going to blame them. Why should I? Not there fault I was new. Everywhere I went, the most curious and vile glances gouged into my armor. I internally snickered. Stuck up small town folk. The bell rang and I immediately showed myself out, beating everyone out of the classroom. I am Maxi Brogan. The new girl in Forks, Washington. Don't hold your breath, nothing special about me. I'm the daughter of the new mechanic in town, Jerry Brogan. This is his home town, so naturally he knew everyone. I sighed as I dumped my books and binder into my locker. Lunch time. Now they get to see me on display. I have always just loved first days.

I'm a sophomore. Not that bad. So I shouldn't be on too many shit-lists. I didn't grab a tray, just an apple and a bottled water. Quickly skimming the not so big lunch room, I spotted an empty table towards the back. I hadn't noticed who's table it was beside. I plopped down and pushed a few loose hairs from my bun, to behind my ears. All around me people were buzzing with elation, gossip and doing last minuet homework. I took a bite and heard a giggle that was almost too sweet. I looked to my right and saw who was sitting on the table across from mine. They were all gorgeous.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Two girls, and three guys. Each absolutely stunning. Then I sighed. It never fails. I rolled my eyes and continued devouring this apple. I usually never get that perplexed with beautiful people. But, damn! They were...unnaturally too...pale. I mean, I'm not tan myself, but they were white! I got myself in check for I fell all over myself with studying their fair features. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the guy with bronze hair turn his head my way. I acted as if I didn't notice. So as casually as I could manage, I looked his way and for a brief instant our gazes met. His eyes were honey. My heart jumped in my chest, pink colored my cheeks.

I quickly capped my water and rose. I pulled my black hoodie down, and walked off. I was flushed and wanted to smack myself. I bit my bottom lip in nervous habit as I opened my locker to get my books for next period. Luckily for me, I was in advanced science. I forgot exactly what the technical term for the class was called, but it was a grade above mine. Naturally, I was lost in the multi building school-web, so when I eventually found my class...I was tardy. "Ah Ms. Brogan I presume?" The teacher addressed me kindly and walked over to shake my hand. "Welcome to Forks. Here, have a seat there beside Mr. Cullen and we'll get started."

I looked who he could have been pointing too and it was Mr. Bronze and Honey. I suddenly felt a tiny flutter...or maybe nausea in my stomach. I swallowed another redundant lump in my throat and sat down. I scooted my chair over so I could give him some space. As I pulled out a pencil from my pocket and opened my notebook, people started whispering. I managed to hear someone. "Ugh, wish I was her. I wonder if she knows anything about them." I couldn't help let a small grin escape the tough girl facade. I didn't look to my left, I was scared he'd be giving me the evil eye or cringing in disgust. Suddenly from deep in his chest, was a warm low chuckle. I couldn't help but look at him. He stared ahead, giving a moment to appraise his profile. His hair was organized chaos, high cheek bones, a sleek aristocratic nose and a pair of perfect pout lips. I couldn't help but imagining all the shiny things he probably gets with a set of puppy dog eyes and those lips quivering.

Then I took in the rest of his appearance. His jaw was masculine, not too intimidating. His smooth looking skin was covered in a navy blue long sleeve dress shirt. The top two buttons undone, sleeves rolled up. He took time to look good, but not enough to over do it. I smoothly leaned back pretending to be looking at my shoes, when I looked at his pants and feet. Khaki pants, black converse. I smiled to myself, no matter how rich someone is, they always have an edge. I sat back up strait and tried to concentrate. Mr. Teacher, I have done forgot his name as well, (I suffer from an incorrigible memory), gave us a worksheet we were supposed to partner up to complete.

All the sudden my shy side showed her deep blush, before I scratched my head and before I could gain the courage to ask Mr. Cullen, he turned in his chair and face me. "Hello, I'm Edward Cullen. Shall we?" I smiled and extended my hand. He looked as if he would had refused, but then changed his mind and enveloped my hand with his. A shiver ran through me as it felt like I had shaken hands with an ice sculpture. "Maxi Brogan. New girl. Public enemy number one. And yes, we shall." He smiled, and re-adjusted his seat. We went on like this for about fifteen minuets. We were the first done. "Wow, your smart. Number 17 had me stumped." He shrugged. "Well, the polar charges are simple." I nodded. "If you say so." He smiled again.

His teeth were perfect. White. Strait. And for some reason the word deadly crossed my mind. I slightly shook my head and sighed. Suddenly the bell rang. He turned to ask me something when the heaters kicked in, I got blasted full force as my papers went flying through the air. "Damn it!" I muttered. When I looked up I realized after a few seconds of the heater kicking on, Edward suddenly jumped three feet over, as if something had knocked him off balance. I stood quickly to help him up but he scooted back and shook his head. "I'm fine. Thanks." He was curt. Before I could actually shrug, he was gone. Weird. I sighed and moped into my last class. I was horribly not able to concentrate. The idea of his face when I extended my hand to Edward to help him up. His eyes were livid, and frightened. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what I'd done. Maybe he was just embarrassed for losing his balance.

I seemed I had only been staring out the class window for a few moments when the bell rang and everyone rushed out. Good job Maxi, your already failing. I sighed and picked up my book and notebook. For the low population of Forks, the hallways were packed. I got bumped and pushed in every direction just to get to my locker. Frustrated at my lack of knowledge of what I'd done to anger the Cullen boy, I snatched my keys. Like habit, I put the key ring securely around my middle finger on my right hand. Then I closed my fist. I was not one to like bobbles and charms, so it was just on a simple ring with a homemade charm from my best friend. My first beer cap. Sure, underage drinking shouldn't be encouraged. But...you'd have to be me. I took a second and smiled to myself.

I held up the cap, letting that night come back to me. It was the night before we left to come here to Washington. All my friends showed up at the house and told Dad they were kidnapping me, and I'd be back by morning. He smiled and waved me on, not a care cause all my packing was done. They all took me to an abandoned farm where they'd been busy the past two days setting everything up for a bon-fire and strings of lights everywhere. I remember tearing up and hugging everyone. It had been David, Lee, Sandy, Carri and Cameron. We'd sat for hours around that fire. Then Cameron's older brother, Bo, brought a a couple packs of Miller Long Necks. I wont lie, I hung with the party crowd. They were all seniors. Except for Bo, he's been out of school for two years. They lovingly referred to me as the 'little sis' or the 'baby'. Id grown up with these people. They were family.

Suddenly as I started to get too into the memory, someone bumped me and reminded me of where I was. I cleared my throat of the tears that were brimming my dark eyes. I cleared my throat and checked my back pocket to make sure I had my wallet. Secure, I rushed outside and found my car. I grinned. An old Pontiac 1973 Trans Am. It was covered in a flat gray primer. But the body was just fine, I don't care what other people think. I love my car. I stuck the key in the door, turned and hopped in. I rolled my window down. It was hot. I still think Dad's crazy for moving us down here so close to summer vacation. I stuck the key into the ignition and listened to it start up to life. I couldn't help but look up and see about a dozen boys look and grin. I rolled my eyes and stuck my I Pod into the system.

With a few presses of my finger. Paper Cut by L.P. began pumping through my speakers. I put the car into reverse and smoothly backed it out, and joined the line of cars waiting to pull out. The line was actually surprisingly long. Seemed like everyone owned a car. When I got about a cars length to pull up a little bit, a shiny silver Volvo whipped in front of me. My jaw went slack. ASSHOLE! I was pissed! I hate it when people cut in front of me. I felt my nostrils flair as I pushed down on the clutch and revved my engine. I looked into the Volvo's rear view mirror and saw a pair of honey eyes giving me the death glare. Edward Cullen. I was taken aback, by the hatred that shot through his mirror and hit me in the chest. When it was time for him to pull out, I checked and peeled out with him. I heard yells and plenty of W.T.F.'s. Something inside me was grinning, this instinct to beat him at something. I shifted into second gear as he sped up. Slowly, he got faster, and I shifted. I was intent on riding his bumper. I smiled to myself as I missed my turn off and he lifted his hand so I could see it. He motioned for me to pass.

Okay, Pretty Boy. Lets see how much that money has bought you. I checked behind me and into the other lane. Few cars way back behind me. I waited for a second then veered over to the left and sped up to be head to head with his car. I didn't make a motion to pass. He looked over at me and our gazes met again. He was blank. No emotion. His pale face and piercing eyes just keeping eye contact. I grinned and stared back. He sped up, I shifted and was head to head again. It was only about that we were doing this when I heard a horn. I looked up ahead of me, a old Toyota truck was coming up. I had plenty of time. He looked back at me. I grinned and waited. HONK HONK HONK! His expression fell as the truck was getting closer. Don't wet your knickers. I thought, so right before I was involved in a head on collision, I shifted, sped up and veered in front of the Volvo. My adrenaline was pumping so hard I yelled and pounded my fist against the steering wheel as I slowed and did a 'U' turn.

It was only then I noticed the 3 cars of students a good half mile back who'd been watching. Oh great. Well, so much for the clean slate. As I passed them at the legal speed limit, They whooped at me. I rolled my eyes and found my turn and headed strait into town. Even though it got loud, I loved living above the shop. My grandfather and dad ran it. They stopped and peered out from under the hood of a old beat up truck, looked like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. "Hey baby!" Papaw called as I smiled and hugged him fiercely. "School okay?" Dad piped in, taking his turn at squeezing me. "I survived. I swear, you'd think I had two heads." Papaw laughed and pinched my cheek. "Well darlin', your one of the prettiest lil things here in Forks." I swatted his hand away grinning. My grandfather was Cherokee Indian. My dad was half. Grandma hadn't been Indian at all, neither had mama. But still, it seemed like it skipped to land on me.

Papaw seemed to have read my thoughts. "You know, you look just like me and your mother Maxi. You have the raven hair of my people, high cheeks and those dark brown eyes. You got that pale skin from your mother, and those lips. I swear when you were a child, all you would have to do is pout and I swore you was gonna trip over it!" I smiled and Dad did too. Then as he grabbed some tool, he cleared his throat and wiped the sweat off his neck. "Well, me and Dad's gonna work down here for awhile, I think one of your friends called. I wrote it down 'side the phone honey." I nodded and I suddenly got butterflies. I missed them terribly. I opened the screen door and pushed past the metal one, then tossed my bag into my room. I collasped onto my bed long enough to kick out of my shoes and change into a pair of sleeping pants and a teeshirt. My dark eyes scanned for the notepad and I about fainted.

Bo Called. Call back when you get the time.

I didn't wait. I grabbed the phone and dialed the too familiar number. Ring. Ring. "Hello?" I heard the husky deep voice and shiver ran up and down my spine. "Bo? Dad said you called, I just got in." He sighed and I heard the smile in his voice. "Hey baby girl. Hows everything?" I shrugged, then realized he couldn't see me...it made me extremely sad. "Good. Still adjusting. I started school today, you'd think I was an alien or something." He laughed that warm and hearty laugh. "They'll always look at you that way." I grinned. "Why's that?" He was serious, or sounded that way. "Cause they'll never see anything prettier." He said in that warm Kentucky accent. I blushed crimson. "I miss you Bo." He sighed again. "I miss you too Max. Yall plannin on coming in at all anytime within the next few months?" I bit my lip. "I don't know yet. Hopefully. Hows the gang doin?" He chuckled.

"Same old gang really. Dave and Sandy are still arguing just to make up, Lee got his letter from USC, and Carri is still workin' at the Dairy Bar." I nodded to myself. "Wow, I'm happy for Lee. I wonder what his mama is going to do without him around?" He laughed a little. "Go crazy and join Carri's mom for the community sewing circle night twice a week." I giggled, remembering all the jokes we made about those old ladies. Our laughter died out and he grew serious. "I got news too, Max." I knew it was serious when he said it like that. "What is it?" I could see him playing with the hem of his white stained up teeshirt. He always wore them a little tight, to show off his farm boy body. He was staring at his feet, bis turn to bit his bottom lip. "I got a job working at the mines. I start training day after tomorrow." I stared at the wall as collapsed into my bed. "Oh..." He knew I hated the thought of him having to work in the mines.

"Now I know your mad Max, but mommas sick...and with dad passing away..." I felt tears brimming my eyes. "I know. I know..." I could see his brown eyes so clearly in my head. My heart hurt. "Just think of it this way, quicker I make money, quicker I can come and see you Baby girl." I had to grin. "Yeah, well hopefully I'll be able to come down there instead. I'm gonna work for Dad and help him out. More people for me too see down there, than you to see up here." He chuckled, "thats true." I was trying to stay strong. "Well Max I hate to say it, but Joey just pulled in and I got to help him load up some bails of hay." I swallowed the lump in my throat, along with the terror of hanging up. "Okay Bo. Congrats on that job, really."

"Thanks Max, even though you hate it, thanks." I wanted to say something, and I knew he did too. "Um, Bo?" "Hmm...?" I took a deep breath. "I miss you, seriously." "You too Baby girl, I'll tell everyone you said Howdy and you love em." I smiled. "Well I love you, too ya know." He grinned, I could hear it in his voice. "Love you too Maxi. G'night." "Night." The line went dead and I clicked 'END'. Suddenly my chest felt heavy and tears over flooded my eyes. I took the phone back into the living room and went back into my room and closed my door. I stared at my room. Plain white walls and boxes stacked everywhere. I wanted to pack everything back up and go home. Home where you couldn't escape the Cow pasture smell, the open sky, pine trees and the friendly warm smiles. Most of all, I missed Bo.

I closed my eyes and curled up with my pillow and snuggled under my covers. My mind drifted to the night before I left. This time I had the privacy of my room to cry. As everyone drank and jeered, Bo quietly tugged on my hand as he snuck me away from the small crowd. He grabbed two extra beers and led me to the other end of the field. There was an old farm truck that sat there, rusting and vines overtaking it. He held his finger over his lips to 'shh' me as he eased the tail gait down, but it still squeaked. I had giggled. He climbed in and lifted me up. He sat against the back of the cab and patted the space next to him. I remember my heart racing. I'd always had a crush on him. He was the perfect country boy handsome.

He took off his John Deere cap off and sat it on his other side. "I wanted to talk to you alone for awhile." I nodded and snuggled in next to him. "I'm gonna miss you Baby Girl." He whispered. I nodded. "You too big guy. I mean who's gonna buy alcohol for me?" He snorted and wrapped his arm around me. "You'll reel in some sucker who will." I rolled my eyes. "Nah, they wont compare to you." I realized what I'd said and he smiled. "Well, sense its kind of too late now, I might as well say it." I looked up him curious. He shifted to where I was on his lap facing him. He sat his beer down and pushed the black hair out of my face. "When your were younger, ankle biter n all, I never paid attention to you. I always thought you would be there. And it seems now that your leaving, which just sank in by the way, I feel like my time has ran out." He took a pause.

"Max, if I would have been thinkin right, I would have asked you out a long time ago." My stomach turned now thinking of that moment. The same blush sunk into my face that happened when the words were freshly spoken. He had never been one to be open about his feelings. But he had always been extra kind to me. He was 21, I was 16. That wasn't unusual from where we were from. "I just, I don't know. I feel like an asshole for telling you now. But I have to get it off my chest. I mean, we have to think realistically. I'm not asking for a long distance relationship. I just want you to know that I wish I would have realized what was here when I had more time." I nodded and ran my hand through his short brown hair. His lopsided grin followed and he hugged me, tightly. "I love you Maxi Sandalio Brogan. Maybe not truly madly deeply IN love with you, but no matter where you are...I love you." I remember crying at that point and I hugged him tightly. "I love you too Bo. You'll always be on my mind and have a soft spot. No matter what." He nodded and buried his face in my hair.

Thats all I could let my heart remember as I rolled over and sat the alarm clock to make sure I would be up in time for a shower and school. I sighed and planted my face in the crook of my arm and fell asleep.

Sandalio, b.t.w., is Latin for 'true wolf'. A hint maybe for later? evil grin

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