I stared out the window and sighed impatiently. I was waiting for the sun to come up. I had been to excited to sleep last night and would now pay for it with delayed reaction, reliance on coffee and heavy bags under my eyes.

I didn't care though because today was my first day of college, specifically Dartmouth. I would finally be able to leave this small town where everybody knows everything and go to a new place and have a new start.

The sun finally rose and I jumped up and ran downstairs, tripping as I reached the bottom. I felt a pain shoot through my arm. Great! I hope you realise that was sarcasm. It was my first day of college and I started it off my hurting my wrist. Did I mention that I am so clumsy I am basically disabled? No? Well I'm telling you now.

I went to the kitchen and pulled the first aid kit out one handed. I would get Charlie (my dad) to wrap it when he got up. It's a good thing my best friend is driving me there.

I turned on the coffee pot and put some toast in the toaster. I figured I would eat something light now and then eat something more substantial on the road. I wanted to get to Dartmouth as soon as humanely possible.

I was still stoked that I had gotten in. I mean sure, I'm quite smart but I'm not exactly known for my brains. In fact, the only thing that got me recognition was my clumsiness and I wouldn't call that a good thing.

I heard Charlie trudge down the stairs and mumble something that I'm guessing was a good morning.

He stopped when he reached the first aid counter sitting on the bench. He turned to look at me questioningly.

"What'd you do now Bella?" he asked slightly amused, slightly exasperated. That's me. Clumsy Isabella Swan. Bella for short.

"I tripped on the stairs," I admitted while holding out my right arm for him to inspect. He cradled it softly and gently pressed areas around the wrist. He shook his head as he gave me my arm back.

"What am I gonna do with you? Or, I suppose the better question would be, what am I gonna do without you?" he said turning around to grab a bandage.

"You'll be fine. After all, you have all of Forks to look out for you. I'll make sure to call and visit often. I'll do it so often that it'll be like I never left. Or I can just stay here and annoy you until you beg me to leave," I joked.

Charlie started wrapping my wrist. "I would never ask you to leave," he said huskily. I felt tears well up in my eyes. Charlie and I are usually never emotional and now we were standing here about to part ways with tears in our eyes.

A car honking out the front brought me to my senses. I went and opened the front door and stared at my best friend Jacob Black. He was shirtless so you could see the russet skin covered abs. Jacob was well built and a year younger than me, so he was 18 while I was turning 19 in a few months. As hot as my best friend was, that's all he ever was to me, a best friend.

My friends from school thought I was lunatic for not dating anyone throughout high school but I was a romantic. I didn't date for the sake of it, I dated because I felt an attraction to that person. So far the only people I had ever felt attraction for were fictional characters, and no, that is not weird.

"Heya Bells! Ready for the big day?" Jacob asked, pulling me out of my musing.

"As ready as I'll ever be. Come in." I turned around and led him into the kitchen where Charlie was making me a cup of coffee.

"Hi Charlie!"

"Hello Jake. Thanks for taking Bella to college for me," Charlie thanked him. I rolled my eyes. I hated it when they talked about me as if I wasn't here. Or treated me like I was helpless.

I downed my coffee, burning my taste buds in the process, and went with Jake to put my stuff in the car.

We loaded it in and then I turned and said good bye to Charlie. As much as I wanted to get out of this town, I didn't like leaving Charlie behind. As inevitable as it was I felt guilty for doing it.

"Bye dad," I said tearfully. "I love you."

"See you Bella, I love you too. Try not to hurt yourself too much," he teased sadly.

"I can make no promises there. Take care."

"You too."

I jumped in the car and Jake sped off. I had a quiet little cry for half of the journey and Jake just let me be. That's what I loved about him, he understood and, most of the time, respected boundaries. As soon as I was done I turned to him and we started prattling about unimportant stuff as he drove.

Sooner than I would have liked we arrived at the college I would be spending the next few years at. I inhaled deeply and studied the huge buildings.

"I never realised how big it was," I admitted out loud.

"You could always come back home," Jake joked. Underneath though, the offer was real.

"I need to get an education," I joked back. "Besides I'll visit heaps."

"Listen Bella, I need to head off now. Quil and Embry need my help and all that. Sorry I won't be able to help you unpack or see your dorm room," he apologised guiltily.

"Don't worry about it," I assured him putting on my brave face and smiling. "You go, I'll be fine."

"If you're sure."

"Positive."

With that he pulled me in for a breath taking hug and then drove off. I felt tears well up again but I pushed them down stubbornly. I would wait until I had settled in before I started dwelling over my old life. Besides, I had a new life to look forward to.

Now I was faced with an entirely different problem. How was I going to get all my bags up to my room one handed? I pulled up as many bags as I could with one arm. I even looped one around my neck and held one in my mouth.

I turned and was bout to attempt to get to my dorm but I tripped over my bag strap and found myself falling towards the ground. I felt my head make impact with the ground.

I closed my eyes and my mind and found myself drifting in darkness. Black was the only colour.

Then I heard a velvety voice say to me, "Hello? Are you alright Miss? Wake up!" He wounded worried.

I forced myself to open my eyes ad found myself staring into a pair of electric green eyes. They were clouded with worry and fear. I blinked and felt all my senses go fuzzy as I stared into this Gods eyes.

He had the voice of an angel and his eyes were magical. If this is how hearing his voice and looking into his eyes made me feel, I would like to see what would happen if I saw his whole body.

That's when I realised, I finally liked someone. I was hopelessly addicted and attracted to my saviour even though I had no idea who he was.

I wanted to stare into those green eyes forever.