So, here is my version of Twilight. I set it with Bella in college so that she would have more freedom Also, there will be absolutely no Jacob and Bella action. He will be in the story as a friend. And that's where their relationship will stay. I cannot stand Bella and Jacob together. It makes my blood boil as much as Sora and Kairi together from Kingdom Hearts. Oh, and Jacob is now Bella's age. Deal with it. So, with all that being said, I hope you enjoy!

...New Night...

Chapter One: Beginnings

"Life is about change, Isabella Swan."

I shuddered. Charlie, my father, reserved my full name for special occasions, usually when I was being difficult. This time is was supposed to be for encouragement, even though I felt none. The truck pulled up to a walkway. The walkway lead to a dorm. The dorm would be my new home for four years.

"I know," I groaned as I opened the door. I got out of the truck and looked back into the car. "I just don't remember my reasoning behind going to Dartmouth."

"It's a good school, Bella," Charlie reminded me with a warm smile. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," I groaned as I pulled my last two bags out of the truck. "So, I guess this is it?"

"Yep," Charlie nodded and put the truck into drive. "Be good, Bella."

"Always am." I was good a good kid. I had never done anything that would make my parents think any less of me. I got good grades, was in a few clubs and never had a boyfriend. The last of my accomplishments being more my own fault than anyone else's. I was different than my friends back in Forks, Washington.

Being from Arizona, one would think I would be tan, tall and beautiful. But no, I was short, pale and average. My rugged brown hair always was in disarray and I didn't have the best fashion sense. When I moved to Forks to live with my father, I thought ignorantly that I would fit in. Of course I hadn't. I spent my last two years of high school alone or with people whom I shared little common interests with.

I smiled to show Charlie I was okay and waved as the truck disappeared down the road.

Once the truck was out of sight, I let my shoulders fall and sighed my way up to my dorm. No need to let Charlie know just how unexcited I was about college. I had requested a single. I didn't feel like meeting new people. It never really worked out for me anyway. The people I met only pretended to be my friends.

I rearranged my room a few times. Pushing dressers against walls and moving my desk one hundred different times. The room was about half the size of my bedroom back in Forks. Lucky for me, I had a small wardrobe and an even smaller amount of possessions. After arranging all my books on the correct shelves, I noticed the sun was setting. I heard my stomach growl but decided it wasn't worth it to try to venture to the dinning hall. I'd wait till after my morning class to do so.

Instead, I pulled a book off the shelf. Pride and Prejudice. I had read the book more times than I could count and knew every word to BBC's six-hour movie, but still, I found myself lost in Jane Austin's words yet again. I guess a psychoanalyst would say I frequently returned to the book because it's unchanging. They could then look at my life and see how I didn't adapt to change well. And they would be correct. I didn't react to change the same way as most adolescents and I re-read books to form a staple in my life, something I could always go back to.

Regardless of my own self-evaluation, I continued reading the book. It was comforting knowing there was a happy ending waiting for me in a few hundred pages. I opened the only window in my room and curled in a ball on my bed. The words filled my mind until I was asleep.

I didn't dream that night. I woke to the sound of my alarm on my cell phone going off. Seven in the morning. Perfect. I wasn't exactly looking forward to my first class. Math was never my strong suite and I was positive algebra for calculus wouldn't be any different.

As I took my shower in my own bathroom, which cost me about an extra two thousand or so dollars a semester, I tried not to think too much about my past two years, but of course I failed miserably.

I had one friend in Forks. Her name was Angela. We hung out on occasion with some other girls from our grade. I don't think they liked me much, in retrospect. As for boyfriends, there were none. A few boys expressed interest in me the first couple months of my stay in Forks, but for one reason or another, I wasn't interested in any of them.

No one caught my eye. No one took my breath away. Ever since I was a little girl I decided I wouldn't settle for second best. I wouldn't just date someone to have a boyfriend. I wanted the love I read about in books and saw on movies. That's probably why I never had a boyfriend.

That, and the only boy I feel for was a recluse.

In Forks there was a family who lived outside town. A doctor, his wife and five adopted children. The kids were my age, three were a year older, but none of them went to Forks High School. They were home schooled.

I had worked at a sporting goods store. One weekend, a family I had never seen came into the store. Mike, a guy I worked with, filled me in. They were the Cullens and Hales. I watched them walked fluidly around the small store, collecting tents, flashlights and other camping needs while Mike pointed out and named everyone.

The two eldest were the parents. Esme Cullen was a stay at home mom and Carlisle Cullen was a surgeon at the hospital. Mike pointed to two blonds, Rosalie and Jasper Hale. He explained that they were Esme's niece and nephew. Twins. I gasped as Rosalie turned around. She looked like a runway model. Her golden blond hair framed her pale face perfectly.

Then Mike turned my attention to the other Cullens. They were all adopted by Esme and Carlisle oveer the years. A tiny girl about my age was dancing around the store. Her brown hair shot up in all directions. She turned and smiled at me. Her name was Alice. Close behind her loomed a tall muscular figure, Emmett. He dashed across the store to wrap his arms around Rosalie's waist. It was then that Mike informed me that Rosalie was with Emmett and Alice was with Jasper.

Before I could try to comprehend what Mike had told me, the door to the store opened. A breeze blew my hair across my face, I moved it out of the way and looked up to see him. He was tall, but not as tall as Emmett. He was pale, but not pasty. His features were perfectly symmetrical. His reddish brown hair was in an organized mess. Then I saw his eyes. They were a dark chocolate color, but still so vivid. The fluorescent lighting made them glow.

Then he looked at me. His chocolate eyes grew dark. I could see the corner of his mouth turn up. Intensity burned through his body. I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes for what I thought was only a second, and he was gone. Thus ended my first sighting of Edward Cullen.

"Ugh!" I groaned when I realized the hot water had turned to ice. Note to self: warm water doesn't last more than twenty minutes. I quickly turned off the shower and got dressed. I glanced at the clock. Perfect. Only fifteen minutes until class. No breakfast for me. I grabbed a granola bar took off across campus.

Math was just as hellish as I thought. Of course I had the only professor on campus who had a lesson and homework on the first day of class. When I went outside, the sun had turned to overcast. How very Forks-like of New Hampshire. The clouds just loved to follow me wherever I went.

As I made my way to the dinning hall I glanced down at the syllabus he had handed out. Homework every day from now until December. I shoved the paper back into my bag.

"Hey!" a voice called from behind me.

I turned to see a boy who looked too young to be in college. He had long and straight black hair that matched his tan skin. "Hello?" I wondered why this boy was talking to me.

"Saw you come out of Long's class," he extended a hand to me. "Name's Jacob Black."

"Bella Swan," I took the hand and shook it. "Yeah, his syllabus looks like it might murder me."

Jacob laughed a low husky laugh. "My sister had him last year. If I were you, I'd get out while you still can. I think there's another section that meets in the evenings."

"Really? I'd rather be up at night than eight a.m." he continued laughing as we approached the dinning hall. My new friend opened the door for me and I smiled back. I took a tray and started piling it with food. "Not to sound rude, but aren't you a little young for college?"

"Actually, I am," Jacob grabbed three apples and placed them on his tray. "Post-secondary. I'm a senior in high school. It was hell trying to get into Dartmouth without even graduating high school yet."

"Gotcha," I took a grilled cheese and decided I better quit before I had my weight in food on my tray. Jacob led me over to a table in the middle of the cafeteria. I immediately started inhaling my lunch.

"So, Bella," Jacob took a rather big bite of his hamburger, "what's your major?"

"Um..," I chewed on my tasty sandwich. "Undecided for now. I'm thinking about English." Oh how I hated that question. All summer Charlie had bothered me about choosing a major.

"Yeah, at least you have an idea," Jacob shoved the rest of his burger in his mouth. "I've got nothing."

"You still have time," I reminded him. "You'll think of something." I continued to eat my lunch in an acceptable silence.

I looked around the dinning hall. People watching was always a good time for me. All around me people my age held conversations and laughed. Here I was with a boy I had just met, unable to think of any small talk. And again no one caught my eye. I sighed and turned my eyes to CNN and drifted back to Forks.

After that day at the sporting goods store, I used all my energy on located the Cullens and Hales. Well, more like locating Edward. I wanted to figure out why he ran from me. His actions made no sense. I didn't even get to say "hello." It was hard to find someone who appeared to never come out of the house. Lucky for me, I fell down the stairs on the right day.

Charlie rushed me to the hospital, even though I knew It was only a sprained ankle. After an excruciatingly long wait in the emergency room, they probably knew it was a sprain as well, I finally got a room and X-rays. My doctor entered the room and I couldn't help but gasp. Carlisle Cullen. I tried to remain calm and not start a game of twenty questions, but when he apologized for Edward's actions at the store, I couldn't help but ask him why his son had reacted so. He responded with a chuckle and a, "Why don't you ask him that yourself?"

And in walked Edward. He didn't walk more than a step inside the door. His face wasn't in a scowl like the last time I'd seen him, instead he was sort of smiling. The way his now honey brown eyes sparkled in the light took my breath away.

"What did you want, Carlisle? I was about to go find Esme and go home." Edward's words cut through the silence. His voice was fluid and sounded like velvet against my ear drums.

"Apologize to Bella here for running off," Carlisle said. I could tell his words were a demand, but they sounded too kind. "It's not her fault she's oblivious."

Edward took two cautious steps forward so that his entire body was in full view. He leaned slightly over the bed I was resting on. "I'm sorry if I offended you," he said with sincere eyes. "I didn't mean to."

"'s okay," I somehow managed to say. He nodded , smiled and turned away. That was the second and last time I saw Edward Cullen. Not that I didn't try to see him; he was just unable to be found.

"Earth to Bell. Are you in there?" Jacob was waving his hands in my face. Once he could see I was back to myself he continued speaking. "I have to go to class. Want to get lunch tomorrow, same time?"

"Sounds good," I offered a small smile as I waved good bye to my first potential college friend. And of course he was still in high school. Go figure. I was then alone in the dinning hall. I sighed and took another bite of my grilled cheese.

Then I looked up. Someone had caught my attention. His disheveled reddish brown hair, pale skin, tale figure. I squinted as he took a seat in the back of the hall. It couldn't be. I continued to strain my eyes until he looked up. His topaz eyes locked with mine. My eyes widened before I looked back down at my now empty tray.

Edward Cullen goes to my school, I thought. Perfect. The one guy in this world I was attracted to, and the one guy in the world that I could never have, went to my college.

I knew it was a stupid thing to do, but I had to see him one more time. I looked up from my tray to catch one last glimpse of him. He sat, unmoving, next to Alice. My eyes moved from his chest to his face and stopped at his eyes. It was just then that he turned his head slightly to meet my gaze. I gulped, grabbed my tray and walked quickly out of the dinning hall, cursing myself mentally. I didn't want to give him the chance to storm out this time.

I looked at my feet the whole way to my dorm. I was moving faster than I usually did and was confident I would fall flat on my face if I didn't pay close attention to my movements. Once I was safely inside my room I collapsed on my bed.

Edward Culllen. Here. At Dartmouth. For four years. I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding on to. I would now have the opportunity to see him every day. To see him run away from me every day, that is. I sighed and grabbed my laptop.

Once it turned on, I quickly switched math classes due to Jacob's suggestion. Seven thirty at night sounded way more appealing than eight in the morning anyway. After the simple task was completed, I closed the laptop and curled in a ball.

My next class started at five, six hours from now. And since I had no hope for social interaction, I closed my eyes. My last class wouldn't be over till nine, why not take a six-hour coma?

As I entered the stages before sleep, only one thing was really on my mind. My motor functions and thoughts started to slip away, but I still could see Edward. His honey eyes. Perfect skin. Dazzling smile. I couldn't be sure, but I think I fell asleep with a smile on my face.