Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer

This is an Edward / Bella story, we'll get there, perhaps it'll be a bit of a slow ride...

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Chapter One

I'd lost my virginity to Emmett McCarty halfway through my sophomore year. I wasn't his first, but that was okay. I mean I was surprised we had even started going out together in the first place. Everyone was surprised. Precious Blood High School was a small enough community that everyone knew who liked who, but still, it kinda hurt. I mean, I'm not unfortunate looking, I get decent grades, participate in school activities, get invited to some of the cooler parties, and still, I was looked at like the charity date.

But Emmett told me everybody else was bent and didn't see me for the beauty that I was. I mean shit, how can any girl not fall for a line like that, even if it was cheesy and maybe a little backhanded. Anyway, I fell for it, every inch of that line, I fell for it, each and every time.

I fell for it after I caught Emmett behind the bleachers with Jessica Stanley. And I fell for it again when I caught him with Katie Marshall in the rumpus room bathroom at that one party. But each time, he told me he loved me and he was sorry, he just couldn't help himself, and each time he screwed around on me, it made him realize how good I was. He told me I was his number one beauty, that I understood him. He even cried once when I told him I was through with him lying and cheating. I took him back that time too.

What can I say? I mean, I watched when Charlie cheated on Renee and when Renee revenge cheated on Charlie. They didn't know I knew, but honestly, lame excuses about working late? Come on, Charlie's been a desk sergeant for years who doesn't ever work past the end of his shift, he claimed it was a union thing. And Renee, she taught pre-school, really, how much extra work does that take at 8:00 o'clock at night? But they always went back to each other, so I guess that's all I knew. Cheat, apologize, cheat. Lather, rinse, repeat.

But it was when that new girl started at Precious Blood that I knew I was a goner. Emmett, along with most of the other guys in school, had spent the better part of the first day adjusting their pants every time she swung her hips past them. Fucking lemmings. Brown hair, brown eyes and boobs that were just a handful couldn't compete with blond hair, blue eyes and curves that looked like bucolic country hills.

Then she started sitting at our lunch table. Emmett suddenly didn't want me feeding him the apple slices that I always used to feed him. He still ate the lunch I fucking packed for him though. She started sitting at the end of the table, but by the end of the second week she was sitting directly across from Emmett. My descent into the ex girlfriend was going faster than I'd expected, I thought I could at least ride this out until Homecoming. By this pace it looked like I'd barely clear the season opener.

I called Alice. She didn't go to school with me, her parents let her enroll in public school when she argued Catholic school didn't fund the arts enough. Her parents must really be thick, had they not taken a look at the last time dance, music and art classes had gotten a budget increase? Certainly not in our lifetime, or probably our parents' lifetimes either.

Alice told me I needed to stand up for myself, to finally kick Emmett to the curb, and that I didn't need to settle for him.

I argued that outside of all of bravado and testosterone, he was really sweet. He never embarrassed me by making a big deal about my birthday, almost always picked me up for school, cleaned off my parents' cars when it snowed, brought me tissue with the lotion in it when I had a cold, and would pick me up and spin me around, right on the field, after every game he won. That was the best when he did that, I felt it let everyone know, even the girls who he cheated on me with, that I was his first choice.

Alice reminded me of all the times he cheated on me, to list those events in the Con column. But after numerous lists and bullet points and arguments For and Against, Alice agreed with me, to an extent. I was gonna stay with Emmett until he was forced to break up with me. Alice settled on this because she knew how much Emmett hated conflict and confrontation, I did it in hopes he'd realize I was the one for him and he really did need me.

In the end though, we were both proven wrong. Emmet broke up with me, right in front of my locker before first period and we weren't even a month into school. He told me I was a great girl, but he'd met someone else and he wished me best of luck, like I was a fucking game show contestant. It was this moment when I finally found my voice.

Before he had finished his plastic farewell, I had raised my hand and drew it back and I didn't even know what happened but I slapped him so hard across his face, dimples and all, that his head rolled to the side by the sheer force of my being fed up.

"Emmett McCarty, you're a coward and a liar, you don't deserve someone like me," and I took my girl power ass and went into my first class with my head held high.

He doesn't need to define me, I thought to myself, or at least, I hoped.

Surely there had to be someone out there who was right for me and I was right for them.

If anyone is coming over from my other story; Bee, Like Sting, I'm still writing it, I just needed a break from all of the inappropriateness...

I have the second chapter in the works, if I get some interest to this chapter I'll keep on posting.