Disclaimer: Unfortunatly I don't own anything Twilight whatsoever, apart from the books and film, but apart from that, nothing. Only what happens in my head. If I did own Twilight, I would be laughing my fucking head off right about now!

A/N: I thought I would try a different approach to writing about Edward & Bella. Instead of being both vampires, just being normal teenage human beings. It's a first shot for me doing something like this so if it doesn't feel like it's going too smoothly then I do apologize!

CHAPTER 1:

Beep, Beep, Beep, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

I suddenly felt like I was being pulled away from a very deep and peaceful slumber towards the sound of a high and quite frankly annoying, beeping noise. I tried to open one eye but felt like they were glued shut. Shit. I forgot to take my make up off. The sound coming from my alarm clock was echoing throughout my head, which felt like it had one of those monkey things clapping his hands with those symbols things about. Fucking piece of shit. I kept my eyes closed and felt around for a pillow to chuck at my alarm clock but soon gave up and finally managed to open my eyes to see a wobbly image of my alarm clock flashing at me what the time was. 7:03. What time did I get in? I thought to myself. To be perfectly honest I couldn't remember much about what happened during the course of the evening last night after my fifth shot of vodka. Somehow I knew I could blame last night's events on Alice. I could hear her voice in my head now. "We'll only stay for a couple of drinks and then head off. It's full of skank wannabes anyways and it's better than sitting at home watching fucking re-runs of Friends all night." A couple of drinks my fucking ass! Why the fuck did I have to be dragged to some little Fork's junior whore wannabes 'get-together' house party anyways? Oh yeah, now I remember. Apparently Edward Cullen was going to turn up. Woopdy-fucking-doo. I reached over towards my alarm and slapped my fist down as hard as I could to shut the fucking thing up. As you can tell I'm not a morning person. To tell the truth I'm not the 'been drinking the whole night before and wake up the next day felling bright and breezy' person either.

Don't get me wrong, I am certainly not bothered about Edward Cullen in the slightest, but when you are promised there is going to be fresh, hard-core meat available to you, rather than the coked up, jocks and momma's boy floating about, you relish in the thought of having someone different. But no, Mr Edward Cullen did not arrive, and I wasted bringing out my Jimmy Choo wedges for him, just to have some runty little pip-squeak of a nerd, throw up over my right shoe. Bastered! They were freaking new as well. Got them a couple of days ago and I was desperately trying to find a reason just to where them and show them off to Rosalie.

I felt a small vibration under the quilt next to me and for a split second, thought I left my vibrator out. I lifted up the quilt and realised my phone was flashing. I touched the screen and a message lit up. Ah, speak of the devil and she will find you. Yes the devil is a woman and her name is Rosalie. Hey chick, hows the head fucking? Will pick up you in 45 mins, give ya a chance to clean the hooker smell off ya! Oh will bring coffee. Black. Just how I like it ;) xxx. Bitch! Oh if Emmett only knew. I smiled to myself with this thought.

Within the town of Forks, most people knew pretty much about everyone and what they got up to. But it was like an unwritten rule, if you don't say out loud what they were doing and kept your mouth shut, then same would be done for you. So basically everyone went about the normal business. The husbands would work away all week on business trips and come back for the weekend to play the role of the family man. The wife would go about her daily routines, doing the weekly shopping, treating herself to a new pair of Christian Louboutin heels, re-decorating the living room, screwing the 18 year old gardener in the newly bought sauna her husband bought her because he felt guilty. And the kids... well we all basically went to school every day, bitch about people, our parents, rush through essays and shit, praying to get the fuck out of here, and then partying hard at the weekends to make ourselves forget why the fuck we were even in this shit hole.

I don't mind Forks to be honest, or even my friends. It's just that I know there is something far better out there than being stuck in an inbred town and having to see the same fucked up people every day. Please don't get the wrong idea about me, I'm not bitter, I just know there is something better and I want it so badly.

I carefully crawled out of bed and looked back to see what the weather was outside. Rain. Should of fucking guessed really. I carefully stepped over last night's clothes thrown across the room and made my way to the bathroom, and switched the shower on. I turned to my little cabinet next to the toilet and took out some aspirin for my banging headache.

After swalling them, I carefully stepped into the shower, trying to not slip over, and let the hot spray of water wash over me. I kept getting flashbacks of last night, some were clear and some were still fuzzy. I remember dancing with Alice and Rosalie, Mike Newton tried to bump and grind on me, and then tried to kiss me. Ewww! So I shoved him away from me into someone else, spilling their drink all over him. That was just fucking hilarious! I know it was probably a bit harsh but that prick just doesn't understand the meaning of fucking no. I also remember downing a shot of Sambucca, even though I hate that shit just because Jasper dared me to, oh and would give me twenty bucks. But hey, it's money, I'm not going to turn it down.

But after doing that shot, I felt like I was going to throw up, so I tried to get to the toilet as quick as possible but tripped over something and fell into someone. Fuck! Who was it? I tried to concentrate so hard on who it was that my head started to hurt. I rememeber as I fell, I felt a pair of arms grab under my arms, and as I turned around to say thanks, all I saw was these green eyes staring back at me. They were the most fucking gorgeous pair of eyes I had ever seen. I know for a fact that it was a guy as I remember feeling the muscles in his arms flex. They weren't humongous or anything like that, just trim enough to noticed. Other than that, I couldn't remember who it was or what else he looked like. A flash of bronze colour flew in my mind and then dissappeared. Huh? Didn't make sense at all.

Once I finished my shower, I got out and dried off. I felt much better already. I quickly gave my hair a quick blast with the hairdryer and then left it to dry naturally. Makeup – check, outfit – check. It was still ranning outside but not that heavily, so I went for comfy yet stylish. Skinny jeans, long sleeved brown American Eagle top, my favourite Abercrombie & Fitch cream jumper with the fluffy hood and my beige Uggs. As soon as I did another check in the mirror, Rosalie knocked on the door and came in singing Lady Gaga. "Ro mah ro – mah – mah, Gaga Ooh – la – la! Want your bad romance!" Great now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head all day.

"Hey shitlick!" Rosalie smiled and shoved the coffee she was holding into my hands and sat on the edge of my bed. I stuck my finger up at her in reply and took a sip of my coffee. Aahh, much better, I thought. I took another swig and turned around to grab my bag off the floor. I stood up to look at Rosalie and she had a huge smile playing across her face and giggled. Uh oh. I narrowed my eyes at her. This can't be good. I waited for her to say something but she was obviously waiting for me to ask. I took a deep breath and braced myself. "What the fuck you smiling about?" Her smile got bigger.

"Did you have a good night last night then?"She asked angelicly. I sneered at her and put my bag over my shoulder still holding the coffee and moved towards her to grab my phone.

"Well yeah, from what I can remember, and apart from the fact that I woke up with a son of bitch hangover. What about you?" Rosalie leaned back a little still that fucking annoying smile on her face.

"You seemed quite content in the arms of green eyes last night." Ahh, thats what she's so smug about. I shrugged it off.

"Did you know who he was?" I asked. Rosalie just shrugged her shoulders.

"No idea chick! When I asked Alice all she did was fucking giggle like a little school girl." All I could do was roll my eyes. Alice must be up to something. "But I still found last night very entertaining." I started to head towards the door as this conversation was starting to bore me, if she was going to play these games.

"Why? Did Emmett give you a mind blowing orgasm again in the pool room or something? Rosalie jumped off the bed and followed me downstairs.

"Nah, he couldn't get it up last night from all the tequila shots he drunk, fucking idiot." I laughed quietly and headed towards the front door unitl I heard my Dad shout out my name.

"Isabella?" Urgh how that name infuriated me.

"Bella, Dad." I shouted back annoyed. He came through the kitchen and stood in the doorway.

"Bella," He said more slowly, "I'm going away this weekend, an emergency business trip was called up last night whilst you were out doing God knows what." I rolled my eyes at him and back towards the door.

"Okay then Dad, see you Sunday night then." Fucking business trip my ass! He was probably off for some dirty weekend away with some skank he picked up in Port Angeles. I walked towards Rosalie's BMW and jumped in, throwing my empty coffee cup out of the door. As Rosalie was getting in she started to laugh.

"Fucking buisness trip, like we dont know what that's code for." I nodded in agreement as we knew her father used the same excuse almost every fucking week. I turned the radio on and Kings of Leon – Sex on Fire started to play. Rosalie leaned over to turn it up, rolled down the windows and sped off. All throughout the drive to school, we both sang to the words on the top of our lungs. Luckily the rain had almsot stopped and was turning into a slight drizzle.

As soon as we pulled into the school car park, the song started to end and we saw Alice standing next to her Porsche talking to Jasper, leaning into him. Them two so need to get it on, why they both carry on playing these fucking silly games is beyond me.

Emmett was parked next to them, sitting in his Land Rover with some rap song blaring out making his windows vibrate due to his fucking ridiculous stupid sub woofer. We pulled up to the other side of Alice's car and started to get out.

Once Rosalie got out, the rap song stopped and Emmett jumped over the boot of Alices car and bounced next to Rosalie's side. He was so frigging whipped by her, and yet any skirt that blew passed him he would chase it straight away like a dog on heat. He grabbed her by the waist; leaned in to her and they both started to make out. Urgh! I looked over to Alice and pretended to stick my fingers down my throat to puke. She smiled and laughed. I walked over to her trying to avoid Beauty and the Beast. Shame I couldn't tell who was who though. As soon as I got to Alice and Jasper, they stopped their conversation and both looked at me. I smiled at Jasper and turned to Alice.

"So, how do you feel this morning?" Alice snorted in reply.

"Fanfuckingtastic, thanks for asking." I laughed at her knowing she felt exaclty how I felt this morning. I turned towards Jasper, he looked just as bad, to ask him the same question and he quickly cut me off-

"Before you ask, yes I feel like shit aswell. You stiched me up big time." I just glared at him. I couldn't believe he thought I was the one who stiched him up, little did he know that it was Alice who kept topping his drink up when he wasn't looking and encouring him to do as many shots as he could, in the hope of taking advantage of him.

"Excuse me, if anything, you stiched me up with that Sambucca shot, and you bet me to do it aswell!" Jasper just smiled and winked at me.

Fucker! I was going to lean over and punch him the arm until Rosalie decided to tear her lips from her ever perverted boyfriend and open her mouth.

"Shall we get heading to class then, the bell's going to go any minute and I am not sitting next to Jessica – I'm a slut – Stanley and have to listen any shit that comes out of her mouth."

We all laughed, apart from Emmett, quietly amused as we all knew how much she despised Jessica since she walked in the girl's toilets to see her bent over her lovely, devoted boyfriend giving head. To say that Rosalie was pissed off was an understatement. Since then she has been trying to find ways on getting revenage on Emmett and always succeded.

We all started to walk towards the school until Alice chimed in. "What about Edward, shouldn't we wait until my brother get's here?" Aahh the no show.

"I'm sure he is a big boy now Alice and can take care of himself." Jasper replied, turning to me to wink and then placed his arm around Alice's shoulder to drag her to class. What the fuck was that about?

I started to follow them towards the building, and then realised I left my phone in Rosalie's car. "Rosalie, can I borrow your car keys for a sec, I left my phone on the seat! She opened her bag, took the keys out and threw them at me.

"Meet you in class biatch!" She shouted back as I turned to walk back to her car. As I unlocked her car and leaned in to grab my phone off the seat, I heard muffled music and a car pulling up beside me, and a low growl came from the engine, then switched off. As I pulled myself back out of the door, I banged my head against the roof of the car. "Fuck!" I mumbled rubbing the back of my head. As I shut the door to walk back to class, I noticed what the car was. A brand, spanking new, Mustang GT 500 Shelby! A small jolt of fire coursed through my body. Holy crap I think I just came!

I saw the guy start to get out of his car and the first thing I noticed was his hair. Why the fuck do I recognise that colour? As he turned around to lock his car, he looked up towards me. My breathe caught inside of my chest and felt my eyes go wide. Those eyes! They were at that fucking party! I couldn't move. I felt stuck to the floor. He stared at me for a couple of seconds and smiled a sort of crooked smile.

"Hi."

A/N: I know I'm cruel leaving you with a cliffhanger but it's only to make sure that you come flooding in with all those lovely reviews for me to tell me whether I'm absofuckinglutly amazing or shockingly shit. I can take critisim hehehe. Please review and I will upload the next chapter as soon as possible, hopefully within the next couple of days MWAH xxxx