Ever since I was young, I've given a lot of thought to how I'd die. You kinda have to when your mom is a adventure addict and you live in the absolute worst parts of America. In the four years that passed I've come up with drunk drivers, her crazy ex's, my crazy exs, drive bys, thugs, crazy girls that are dating my ex's, the police, you know the norm. But never in my life did I think I'd die like this, me facing a hunter that my trusty Swiss army knife and pocketknife can't handle. But I guess it's a good way to die, in the place of someone I love, noble even. I know that if I never went to Forks I wouldn't be in this situation and yet, as terrified as I am, I can't bring my self to regret the decision. Because when life finally gives you something good you can't bring yourself to regret it. Even if it's in the form of a totally controlling know it all.

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Chapter 1:The Pussy in my Bio Class

I look around my empty room and with a sullen smile, this will be the last time I'm ever in this room. The thought brings mixed emotions; yeah I've always hated living in Compton but it is still my home, weather I like it or not. Plus I really miss my dad. We're really close, we write all the time and I use to stay with him every summer when I was little. Honestly I wanted to live in with him back then, as I really like safe little humdrum Forks, but I knew my mom needed me so I came back for her. I stopped going when I got my first boyfriend, he convinced me to get my tongue pierced and I knew dad would be pissed if he saw it. So I told him that I was taking classes over the summer, which I did out of guilt. But now I'm seventeen and mom is with Phil so I don't have to take care of her, he manages that just fine, and I don't have to hear Charlie yell at me as he's had time to get over my four body piercings.

Looking at my clock I sigh, it's midnight. I need to hit the rod soon, the drive from here to Forks is eighteen-Hours and I don't want to be on the road to late. I pick up my last empty duffel bag the head down stairs and into the kitchen. I quickly load the bag up with my snack boxes and some bottled apple juice and a few subs Phil must have made for me last night. I feel kinda bad that I'm leaving while they're asleep but we've already said our good bys yesterday morning, when I was awake, so I know I shouldn't feel too bad.

Slinging the bag over my shoulder I grab my keys off the hook and walk out the front door. After locking it I slip the keys in my right front pocket, right next to the pocketknife my dad got me when I turned thirteen. Heading to the garage I quickly walk over to my new dark cobalt 2003 Harley-Davidson XLH Sportster 883 then roll it into the bed of my black 2000 Nissan Frontier Crew Cab before pulling out my keys and unlocking the driver side door. As I sliding in I place the duffel bag in the passenger seat then buckle up and hit the garage clicker on my dash. While the doors open I start the car and turn on the on my radio. Usher's You Remind Me is playing on Jamin 94.5, good I need some up beat music to drive to. Smirking I turn up the volume then drive into the street and hit the clicker again, causing the garage door to close. Forks here I come.

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By the time I pull into Dad's driveway it's six fifty-nine and dark. I pull up next to his cruiser then honk twice, so he knows I'm here. Cutting off my engine I pull my keys out of the ignition then grab the duffle bag and exit my truck. As soon as I'm out of the vehicle I'm pulled into a tight embrace. The smell of old spice, beer, and gunpowder.

"Hey Babydoll, how was the drive?" He asks as he pulls away from me.

"Exhausting. Did you get a chance to set up my room?"

I sent all my furniture here a few days ago. I never did ask if he got around to getting them in my room, since he's the chief of police he can be kinda busy.

"Yup, but you have to put away your clothes. I also ordered your favorite pizza, barbeque chicken with bacon, it should be here soon."

"Cool, let me just cover up my baby and we can head in, I know it rains a lot here. Actually I'm kinda shocked it hasn't rained recently." I comment as I pull my plastic cover out the back seat.

He chuckles with a slight nod then looks at my Harley.

"So that's the death trap Phil bought you huh?"

My dad hates motorcycles.

"Yeah but I've been riding for a while. One of mom's ex's got me a dirt bike when I was eight, he taught me how to use it to, I use to ride it back and forth to school all the time."

He grunts as I throw the sheet over the bike. I tether I down quickly then look up at his disapproving face.

"Don't worry dad. I'll only ride when it's nice out ok?"

A smirks spreads across his face as he nods and gestures for me to follow him inside. The house is so warm and cozy; I absolutely love it in here. I quickly pull off my gray cardigan and hang it on a coat rack by the door.

"You have a tattoos?" He asks in shock.

I look at my bare right arm. There is a sexy yet malevolent black and white sugar skull with red lips and a welting red rose on my left bicep. Underneath it is a dainty silver chain wrapping around my forearm with a with gold ankh hanging from it, on the back of my hand. My entire right are is covered my a black and white tattoo of a pin up pirate genie holding two daggers with curved blades. Her smoke is wrapped around my arm and disappears in a black and gold vial, on the back of my hand, along with a treasure chest, gems, skulls, and other items that got caught up in her smoke.

"Oh yeah a friend of mine did them for me." I admit as I look at his disapproving face.

"I take it your mother knows about these?"

"He did them at our house. He also gave her a tattoo." I respond.

"At least they look nice." He sighs with a slight nod.

I smile at him head up to my room, with him not far behind.

The first thing I see is my bed, which is right between the door and the window, pushed against the wall to his room. On either side of the bed are small nightstands one with a black digital alarm clock the other with a neat stack of schoolbooks. To the right of the window is my oak work desk with a matching chair in front of it. Across from my desk are two oak dressers pushed close together. Each dresser has six drawers with gold handles stacked on top of each other. Between the two are six box marked cloths.

"So you put everything else up?" I ask.

"Yeah. Your mom called and told me where to put everything after I told you your stuff got here. We didn't want you doing to much work when you got here, I hope I did it all right."

"You did great dad." I praise causing him to blush.

"Well I'll let you get to it." He says before walking back down stairs.

That's one thing I love about my dad he doesn't hover. Walking over to the boxes I pull my Swiss army knife out of my left pocket and use the blade to cut open one of the boxes. Putting up the clothes is a quick task since they're already folded up so I head back down stairs just as the bell rings.

"I'll get it." Dad calls from the couch.

With a shrug I walk past the door and into the kitchen so I can put away what's left of my road trip food and apple juice.

"Dinner is served." Charlie announces as he sets two really large pizza boxes on the dinning table.

I grab two plates out of the cabinets and set them down on either side of the table before quickly slipping my a apple juices in the…..

"Dad why is your fridge empty?"

The man blushes and swallows the food in his mouth.

"Well….I don't cook much….so I don't really buy any for the house."

I shake my head as I put away the drinks, leaving two out for us to drink with the pizza.

"Well make a list of what you like to eat cause I'm going food shopping tomorrow." I order while pulling two big slices on my plate.

He nods then continues to eat. Our dinner is silent, but not uncomfortably so. When we finish the first box is empty so he picks it up and starts to head out but then stops.

"Are you done unpacking those boxes?"

"Yeah."

He nods then heads up the stairs while I gather the plates and wash them in the sink. When I finish I slide the second box into the fridge and throw away our empty bottles before finishing my prior task.

"There are six sandwiches in the fridge, you can take some to work with you." I offer when his heavy footsteps stop thudding down the stairs.

"Aright." He says before walking out the house.

I head up stairs and quickly grab a towel from the lining closet before heading into the bathroom. Turning on both the hot and cold water I let it run while I brush my teeth. The sound of the front door opening reminds me that I should probably grab my PJ's before jumping in the shower so I go back to my room. I pull a black sports bra, matching boy shorts, and some gray sweat pants out of my drawer then head back into the small bathroom close the door, strip, and get under that warm spray of water.

When my shower is over I dry off then get dressed before heading to my room. I quickly blow dry and wrap my hair before walking to my door and calling a soft, "Good night" to dad. I sit on my bed and set my alarm for five in the morning before crawling under my caramel covers and closing my eyes.

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When I wake up the first thing I do is head down to the kitchen and grab a pack of cherry flavored pop tarts. Since I can hear dad singing in the shower, I grab another packet and start the coffee maker. I toast the two pastries just as the water turns off and the tone ends. As soon as the coffee's made I pour it into a red and black thermos I found in one of the cabinets, from the looks of it' I'd say it's never been used. Setting the thermos on the table I grab a napkin and set my pop tarts on it then place it on the table.

"Astrid what are you doing up so early?" Dad asks.

"Making sure you eat. Here's a pop tart and some coffee. After I go to the store I'm gunna get you in the habit of eating before work and drinking home made coffee."

He smiles then kisses my forehead as he takes both items and sits at the table with me. Looking around the house I note all the things that need to be done; The carpet in the living room needs to be vacuumed, this floor needs to be mopped, the TV and tables need to be whipped down, and the mustard stain on his uniform tells me that he hasn't gotten around to laundry yet.

"Hey dad, before you go, could you gather up all your dirty clothes?"

He seems slightly perplexed by my question so I point at the stain on his shirt and chuckle, "I think you might need it."

The old man blushes with a soft, "Yeah, I never have time to really do anything around here. That and I suck at it."

"Lucky for you mom sucked at it too, so I'm really good at doing chores and stuff."

"Yeah. I remember your mama's cooking. Once she burnt a pack of noodles she was fixin for herself. It was hilarious." He chuckles.

I laugh a little to as I think about all the times she's attempted to cook and epically failed.

"But I have no right to talk, I'm the guy that burns boiled eggs."

"I remember that!" I laugh.

He smiles brightly then looks at the clock.

"Well I gotta get to work in a few so I'll get those cloths ready for you now. Thanks for the breakfast."

"No problem dad. I'm gunna hit the shower, so if you made the shopping list then just leave it on my nightstand."

Dad nods as he stands up and heads back up stairs. I toss out the napkins and empty wrappers before heading up to my room. Since it's the weekend, and Forks is cold as fuck, I decide to stick with my sweat pants and top it off with a black long sleeve shirt. I carry the shirt and my towel to the bathroom then turn on the shower. I always brush my teeth before I shower then strip down and get under the warm water. About an hour or so later I walk into my room and find a thick navy blue Forks police academy hoodie with a piece of paper and a silver key on top of it. With a smirk I take the key as slide it on my key chain before slipping on the hoodie. Since there is one big pocket in the front of the hoodie I slide my keys, Swiss army knife, and the paper in there. Finally I hook my pocketknife to the waistband of my sweats then head down stairs and out the front door.

The drive to the store was quick and grocery shopping is even quicker, since all dad wrote on the paper was meat. So I got a bunch of meats then picked up vegetables, fruits, seafood, snacks, drinks, and dairy products. I also got some house hold cleaning supplies so I can clean up.

"ASTRID!" A deep yet soft voice calls behind me.

As I turn a thick figure crashes into me and lifts me in the air causing me to reach for my knife but when the person puts me down I immediately stop and slap his chest.

"Damn it Tyler, I almost stabbed you." I warn.

He just smiles at me as a thick set woman smiles at us.

"Hey baby." She finally says while approaching us.

I wrap my arms around her with a sweet, "Hi Aunty Beth."

"When did you come back?" She asks as she pulls away.

"I drove up here yesterday evening."

"Really? What do you drive?" Tyler inquires.

"A black 2000 Nissan Frontier Crew Cab truck and a 2003 Harley-Davidson XLH Sportster 883. Charlie says I can only ride my Harley on good days." I respond.

"That's cool I just got a pretty nice van dark blue." He boasts.

"That's what's up. Hey could you drive up to my place tomorrow and lead me to the High School?"

"You know I got you Cuz." He agrees.

I smile at the boy then pat his shoulder while his mom rolls their cart up next to mine.

"So how long are you staying with Charlie?" She asks.

"A while, till I Graduate at least. Mom was so sad when I told her."

"How is Auntie Renee?" Tyler asks.

"Good she got remarried to a minor league baseball player named Phil. He's a really great guy, he's got me the Harley for my birthday in 2004. Their going to Jacksonville Florida next week, he just got signed with the Jacksonville Suns."

"Why didn't you go with them to Jacksonville?" My aunt questions skeptically.

"I want to give them their space. Plus it was a great reason to move in with Dad, I really missed him."

She nods. My mother and aunt never really got along. Mom thinks it's because she's jealous of her free spirit but I can tell that has nothing to do with it. Honestly I think it's because of my mother's infidelity during her short marriage to Charlie and the promiscuous replication she gained in Forks. Not to mention all the pain she caused my father and the embarrassment she caused Mama and Pop-Pop.

"So how's Mama and Pop-Pop?" I ask as we approach the register.

"They're great but I'm sure they will be even better when they hear that you're in town." Aunt Beth assures.

"I was planning on seeing them next weekend, you know after I get all settled, but I'm gunna call them tomorrow after school of course."

The clerk rings up my items and bags them. Tyler sets my bags in my cart while the young clerk rings up his mother. We work together to put their groceries in the cart which makes it quicker for us to leave after she pays.

"So Tyler you'll be at my house on Monday?"

He nods before giving me another bear hug. When he releases me I move and hug my sweet aunt.

"Don't be a stranger hun." She whimpers in my ear.

"I promise I won't be."

As we go our separate ways a bright smile spreads across my lips, god I love my family.

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My alarm blares causing my eyes to shoot open. I've always been an early morning person so it's easy for me to wake up and start my day. Unlike yesterday I take care in picking out my outfit. Since I'm a total tomboy I decide to wear my baggy faded blue and black boxer briefs for girls. However the girly side of me refuses to be ignored so I pull out my long sleeved black turtle neck that stops just below my sternum, it kinda looks like a turtle neck sports bra.

With smirk I lay the cloths out on my bed then grab my towel and head to the bathroom. In the past two days I've been here dad and I have agreed on a morning routine that should work really well, in theory. I wake up at five, brush my teeth, take a shower, go back to my room, get dressed, fix my hair, make my bed, wake Dad up, start breakfast, eat with dad, do the dishes, and go to school.

Everything runs very smoothly in fact I have a little extra time to relax before a van pulls up outside and honks twice. Grabbing my new black leather jacket with a soft black wool lining on the inside I slip it on then sling my backpack over one shoulder and head out the front door. I quickly lock the door before getting in my truck truck and starting her up.

The drive is quick and made easy by a big sign beside the parking lot entrance. Tyler and I parked next to each other in the two empty spaces in the lot. There are other kids standing around and chatting with their friends, which means school hasn't started yet. We both exit our vehicles and meet up behind them.

"I'll walk you to the main office to get your schedules and stuff." He says with a smile.

"Thank Ty."

As we walk to the office everyone starts to stare at me. Honestly I knew this would happen, Forks is a small Podunk town so any new comers are always news. Now that doesn't mean I like being stared at like I'm some kind of freak show.

We enter a building marked Front Office just as the bell rings. Tyler doesn't seem to care as he leads me into the brightly lit office. The office is small; a little waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large plastic pots, as if there wasn't enough greenery outside. The room was cut in half by a long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a large, red-haired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a purple t-shirt. Tyler gestures for me to go talk to her while he sits in a waiting chair.

The red-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you two?"

"Hi I'm Astrid MacKenzie Swan." I announce.

Her eyes widen as she looks me over.

"Well I'll be." She gasps in shock and slight aw.

I'm not to surprised by her reaction, I'm sure the whole town hates my mother for taking me away. I also know they question my lack of presence in Forks so having me here must be a odd. Tyler clears his throat causing her to look at him then me.

"Oh ummm...here." The woman mutters as she starts to rummage through her dresser.

"Here is your schedule, and map of of the school. I'm sure Tyler can help you find all of your classes. Also have all of your teachers sign the slip on top when you enter class."

She hands me several pieces of paper then writes Tyler a pass.

"Just write the time before you leave." She advises.

We nod as I sit beside my cousin. I hand him my schedule so he can look at my classes.

"Alright we have our first four classes together. English together with Mr. Mason in Building 3. Government with Mr. Jefferson in Building 6. Trigonometry with Mr. Varner in Building 5. And Spanish with Mrs. Goff in Building 7." Tyler says as he hands me back the paper.

I'm really happy we have so many classes together, that just makes it easier for me to find my classes.

"Cool so what are our teachers like?" I ask while standing.

He waits till we exit the hallway to answer.

"Well Mr. Mason is a tall balding dick head, but he's not always bad just seventy percent of the time. Ummm you're going to absolutely hate Mr. Varner, he's a cocky jerk that hates it when anyone knows more than him. Mr. Jefferson and Mrs. Goff chill, you'll like them."

I nod then look at my schedule again.

"So what do you have after Lunch?"

"Gym then Bio, but my friends have Bio after lunch and I think two of them have gym after that. I'm sure they won't mind walking with you there after Lunch, especially Mike."

The way he said the boys name holds a hint of animosity so I ask, "Who's Mike?"

"He's my best friend. He's your average blonde haired, blue eyed, baby-faced white boy. But he's a really nice guy, obnoxious and dense, but still nice and really loyal."

"So why did you say his name like that?"

He stops in front of light brown door then looks at me.

"Because he's gunna be chasing after you like a dog in heat no matter what I say, which is gunna piss me off cause you're like a sister to me."

I smile as he opens the door and hands the teacher the slip.

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"Man you were soooooo right, Mrs. Goff is chill." I chuckle as we exit Spanish.

"Yeah. You know I never knew you were so fluent in Spanish." Tyler chuckles.

"I think Mrs. Goff was impressed to." A tall girl with light brown hair, honey streaked hair, and gentle brown eyes chuckles shyly.

Tyler says her name is Angela and seems to like her, though I don't think he knows it.

"Were did you learn it?" A shorter girl with voluminous dark brown curls and catty crystal blue eyes questions.

I can tell by her tone and the way she looks at me that she's a two faced bitch, but she's Ty's friend so I'll TRY to be nice.

"My mom and I lived in Guatemala for four years so I grew up learning both." I explain.

"Aunty Ren could speak Spanish?"

"No but the Guatemalan guy she met in Texas could." I answer.

"You lived in Texas?" The curly haired girl asks as we enter the cafeteria.

"Yeah for five months. Then we moved to his house in Guatemala." I reply.

"Hey guys over here!"

We all turn to face a baby-faced boy with spiky blonde hair and bright lustful eyes.

"Mike?" I ask Tyler.

He nods with an annoyed sigh. Since I packed my own lunch I wait on the outskirts of the food like for Tyler, and Angela. After they get their lunch I follow them to Mike's table. As we get closer I notice three other people sitting with him. The first is a pale girl with long corn silk like white blonde hair. Her fishy green eyes are glaring daggers at me. Though all the girls are probably because I'm no longer wearing my hoodie, which is now wrapped around my waist, so my perfect washboard abs are on full display.

Between her and Mike is an Asian boy with greasy hair as black as an oil slick. His white button down shirt combined with the black tie around his neck, poor complexion, and thick glasses make him look like a total nerd. This is also amplified by the shyness hidden in his light brown eyes.

On the other side of Mike is another Asian boy with cropped black hair and golden brown skin. He too has glasses but his are thin with a sort of wired frame. They don't look nerdy on him in fact they make him look kinda hot and they bring out his dark, yet kind, brown eyes. Unlike the first boy he has a more casual attire, a black short sleeved shirt with a gray long sleeved on under it.

Ty takes the seat beside the boy rather than the blonde chick. I take the seat beside him and Angela sits beside me forcing Jessica to sit beside the now pissed looking blonde.

"Hey guys this is my cousin Astrid."

They all wave then introduce themselves.

"I never knew you had a aunt, let alone such an attractive cousin." Mike says with a flirty grin.

"Yeah our moms are half siblings." Tyler explains.

"Really?" Eric, the nerdy boy, asks.

"Yeah my grandfather was a Quileute named Tobias Lahote, he died in a ship wreck." I state, hopefully that will end this conversation.

"Wait so you're related to Paul Lahote?" Jessica asks.

"Yeah his great-grandfather, Gene Lahote, was my grandfather's older brother.

"There must have been a big age difference." Lauren snides.

"He was about five years older than her, which isn't that bad." I reply.

"Hey Mike do we have a game tonight?" Tyler asks.

This seems to distract the group while I pull out my chicken salad wraps.

"So Astrid what are the boys like in... Guatemala was it?" Jessica asks.

"Actually I've lived in almost every state in America, plus Guatemala, Canada, and Brazil so I've met a lot of boys." I respond before taking a bit of my food.

"Any of them look like that?" Lauren questions as she gestures to a table in the corner.

Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from our table as possible in the long room, are five other students. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, which is nice.

I look over the three boys just as Jessica starts to tell me which one is which.

"The big, super muscled, boy with dark curly hair is Emmett Cullen-"

"He's dating the tall statuesque blonde, Rosalie Hale." Tyler interjects.

This annoys Jessica but doesn't deter her.

"The taller, leaner, honey blond is Rosalie's Twin brother Jasper Hale-"

"He's with the short, pixie like, girl Alice Cullen."

"And the less bulky boy with untidy bronze-colored hair is Edward Cullen. He's single but, apparently no one here is worthy." Jessica rushes, most likely to keep Tyler from interrupting.

I scrutinize each of them and note that their all chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. They have very dark eyes, despite the range in hair tones, with purplish, bruise like, shadows under their eyes. Add to that perfect angular features and you've got a really attractive bunch. Yet their differences in hair, hite, build, and facial structure really set them apart.

"There ok I guess." I reply.

"OK?!" Lauren and Jessica whisper/yell in shock.

"Yeah none of them are my type at all." I admit as I look back at my food.

"Emmett?" Lauren questions.

"Too muscular. He looks like he could be all gross and veiny under his shirt, which barley fits. Only a rich arrogant douchebags would buy an expensive ass Ralph Lauren shirt that barley fit them." I respond while biting into my wrap.

"Jasper?" Jessica inquires.

"He looks like a straight up serial killer or a kid with PTSD. But all in all the dude looks crazy as fuck."

"Edward?" They both inquire.

I look back at the bronze haired boy, examining him further before looking back at the table.

"I already have a pussy, I don't need another one."

All the boys burst out laughing.

"Besides I don't date white boys." I announce, look at Mike.

His eyes meet mine and he get the real meaning behind my statement, you have no chance. The kicked puppy look on his face causes Tyler and the other boys to laugh. Jessica also seems pleased by this, I'm starting to think she likes the guy.

The rest of lunch is filled with chatter about the Cullens. Apparently they were all adopted by a Doctor named Carlisle and his Wife Esme, who are fairly young, and moved here two years ago. After that I tune out as their conversation is no longer factual but opinionated.

"He's staring at you." Jessica says with wide eyes.

I look back and find Edward Cullen looking at me. Our eyes lock and I hold his gaze, not wanting to be the first to look away. A frustrated look starts to form on his face causing me to smile. He looks way, I try to suppress my chuckle.

I look back at the others and shrug. Out of the corner of my eye I see the group of them get up and leave the table together. The bell rings so I pack up my Tupperware container and slide it back into my bag.

"Hey do any of you have Biology II now?" I ask.

"I do!" Mike pipes as he jumps up with his bag slung over his shoulder.

"Me to." Angela adds as she to stands.

I smile at her then grab my bag and stand next to her.

"So how is Mr. Banner's class set up, do we do stuff alone or does he have us work in groups?" I ask when we leave the cafe.

"Well we sit at lab benches with one other person. That person is your lab partner for the rest of the school year. My partner is Travis Harper, he always makes me do all the work." Angela says.

"I wish my partner was like you Ang." Mike admits.

"Yeah that's cause you and David never get any work done." She says.

We all laugh as we enter the room. I walk to the mahogany desk were an olive toned man with cropped black curls sits.

"Hi I'm Astrid Swan, I was told to have you sign this slip."

He smiles at me as he takes the paper then signs it.

"It's great to meet you Miss Swan. Ummm." He starts to rummage through his draws before producing a thick, slightly worn, book.

"Here is your text book."

I take the book as he stands and guides me to the only lab bench with one person, the one person I wish wasn't sitting there.

"Astrid Swan this is Edward Cullen, he'll be your lab partner in this class." The man introduces as he pulls out my stool.

"Thank you sir." I mutter as I sit beside the boy.

I turn to the bot to greet him but the look on his face stops me. His body is rigid, both his jaw and fists are clenched though his fists are gripping his pants, and his coal black eyes burn with furry and...dare I say desire. God I must have some serious issues because all that hostility is really turning me on. Or...maybe it's just him...I mean now that I'm closer to him I can't help but wonder if he is the spawn of the goddess Aphrodite and the God Areas. Or is he Adonis reincarnated with the wrath of Achilles. Shit someone must have told him what I said.

He averts his gaze giving me time to figure out what to say to him, I can't have him acting like this if we're gunna be lab partners. About halfway through class he starts staring at me again.

"I'm sorry if someone told you what I said about you and your siblings but I'm not sorry for saying it,I will never be sorry for voicing my honest opinion, though I am sorry if it hurt your feelings." I admit, meeting his black eyes once again.

He seems to relax a little but he still says nothing. With a sigh I pull out my sketch book and a sharp pencil. I start to draw a cartoonish tiger trying to catch a butterfly. When the bell rings he's gone like a bat outta hell. I roll my eyes while gathering my books and slipping them into my bag.

"Did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that." Mike says as he walks over to me.

I sling my bag over my shoulder then shake my head.

"No but I think someone told him what I said about him and his brothers."

Mike laughs then starts nodding as we exit the class.

"Yeah nothing's really stays private around here. Hey what do you have next?"

"Gym."

"That's my next class, too." He seems thrilled, though it wasn't that big of a coincidence in a school this small.

"Cool. So who else do we have gym with?" I ask.

"Ummm... The only people you know would be Jessica and Lauren." He says.

Great I hope we're playing dodge ball cause I know one of those bitches snitched.

When we reach the Gym Mike introduces me to the teacher, Coach Clapp. She is a rather hefty woman, that looks like she could have been a line backer in the NFL. Her jet black hair is tied up in a messy bun but she's not in anyway ugly, just really butch. The woman smiles as she hands me a uniform and slip of paper.

"That paper has your locker combo on it so don't loose it. Since your new I'll let you sit this one out." She states.

"Ok. Thank you...umm where is the girls locker?" I ask.

She chuckles and leads me down a hall to a worn out red oak door with the word Lady's on it.

"Thank you."

"No prob hun." She says while walking away.

As I walk into the room the bell rings so I stand against the wall as the other girls leave. I quickly find my locker then look at the slip of paper. Seven to the left, three to the right, one to the right, and five to the left. Fuck that. As soon as i get the lock off my locker I put it in my bag and pull out my own lock. My mom bought it for me when I was in seventh grade so I would never have to memorize more than one locker combo.

After I set my cloths on the shelf in the locker I close the metal door and put my lock on it. Lifting up my bag I head out of the locker. I follow the sound of squeaking shoes and yelling to the gym.

There are four volleyball games going at once. As an avid athlete I've dabbled in a lot of sports except this one. God I'm glad I get to sit this one out. Pulling out my sketch book I finish the drawing I started in Bio. By the time I finish coloring it in the last bell rings.

I exit the gym then walk to the office to return my paperwork. When I walk enter the warm office, I almost turned around and walked back out. The bronze haired sex god Edward is standing at the desk in front of me. Not wanting to speak to him, I pull a sticky note out of my bag and jot down a bullshit excuse about needing to get home on time. I place the note on my papers, set them on the desk, then walk out. I get to my truck pretty quick and find Tyler leaning against my passenger side door, which is between his van and my truck.

"Hey cuz, how was Bio?" He asks with a smirk.

I roll my eyes as I walk over to the driver seat. He chuckles then pushes himself off my truck. As I start my baby up I her him yell for me to call him when I get home. With a smirk of my own I flip him off then pull out of my spot.

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"So how was your first day of school?" Dad asks as I set a plate of chicken parm and steamed veggies in front of him.

"It...went." I reply while sitting in front of my own plate.

He looks up at me as he chews then swallows hard.

"What does that mean?"

I tell him everything that happened today. The poor men damn near chokes on his food when I get to the Pussy comment.

"Please tell me you didn't really say that." He gasps.

"I did and worse I think someone told him."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, after lunch, I found out that we were in the same Bio class AND we're lab partners. The whole time we were sitting there he did nothing but glare at me."

"I'd glare at you to if you called me a pussy."

"I know and I tried to apologize but...I'm sorry isn't really enough when you say things like that, though I did mean every word I said."

"I bet. You know you really need to work on that filter of yours."

"What filter?"

"Exactly. Astrid you need to think about nicer ways to say what's on your mind." He advises.

"Well I'm getting better. For instance instead of telling Mike I would never date him because he seems like a needy two faced bitch I told him I don't date white boys."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah...though now I realize I probably should have just told him I would never date him."

"Yeah probably." He chuckles as he gathers our now empty plates.

"Alright I tell Mike the truth and I'll try to get Cullen to forgive me." I sigh.

"Good."

Standing up I kiss his cheek before heading