A/N: Ok, so I'm still getting the hang of this site so I apologize for not really explaining anything last time. I was just focusing on getting the first chapter up. So here's all you need to know:

-This story is all human, obviously. No mythical creatures involved.

-Yes, Renee is a nasty bitch in my story. She practically lives to make Bella's life hell. You'll get more info on that when Bella discloses those things to Edward.

-Although the characters are based on Stephenie Meyer's, I have made them like people in my life. Bella is me. She is a song/storywriter who can sing and play guitar. The only thing I don't do from that list is play guitar, even though I really want to learn. Renee is based on my mom. I'll get into that a bit more at a later date. I'm sure you get it by now though. Pretty much everybody is based on somebody in my life. Charlie is my dad, Alice is my best friend Stephanie, etc., etc. The only one not based on someone is Edward. He is simply what I write him to be.

-I have a pretty dirty vocabulary sometimes so consider yourself warned.

If you have any questions for me, feel free to ask. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Any and all feedback is welcomed; even flames.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, much to my dismay. I'm just borrowing her characters.

Chapter 2

I knew I was coming to when I started to feel the pain on top of my head again. Surprisingly though, I wasn't chilly from lying on the cold ground for God knows how long. Instead, I felt kind of warm. I was definitely still outside though, because the late October air stung my cheeks as the wind blew around me. But there was no way I was out cold on the ground. I decided I needed to open my eyes and see why this was so confusing.

I opened my eyes slowly and blinked several times to bring everything back into focus. Big mistake on my part, because what I saw nearly made me have a heart attack. Holy shit. Looking down at me was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. If you Googled "Greek gods," his picture would be the first one to pop up. He was stunningly handsome; so much so that I'm sure my panties dampened a little. His creamy complexion was absolutely flawless. His gorgeous bronze hair was perfectly tousled and his eyes were the most heart-stopping emerald green. Hmm, bronze and green… Where have I--oh no! He saw me knock myself out. This beautiful creature watched me knock myself upside the head so hard that I passed out. Great. Fuck, fuck, fuck! When am I ever going to stop being such a damn klutz?

The mouth-watering creature was still staring down at me with concern in his eyes. Then he spoke… and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head at the sound. "Hey, are you all right?" he asked. His voice was like velvet and almost sounded musical. It was entrancing to say the least. I didn't respond to his question. Instead, I just stared up at him, completely at a loss for words. I stayed like that for a good minute. Say something, you idiot! Words were still failing me, however, so I forced myself to nod my head. "Are you sure?" he asked me. All I could manage was a nod again.

By this point, he realized that I was staring at him. I tried to pry my eyes away from him but it just wasn't possible; he was too pretty. Then he did something that nearly sent me into convulsions. He smiled the most breathtakingly beautiful crooked smile at me. Oh, so he's a cocky bastard, is he? He obviously knows he's drop-dead gorgeous. How could he not? That amazing smile of his was downright hypnotizing. It would have knocked me off my feet, had I been standing.

That thought suddenly made me realize that I was still on the ground, or more specifically, in his arms. Holy fuck! This beautiful Adonis had his warm, strong arms around me, plain old Bella Swan. I started to wonder if maybe this was all a set up. Perhaps Ashton Kutcher was going to run out any second and say, "Hey! You just got punk'd!" That would make more sense than if this was actually happening. Yet, the angel was really here, smiling at me.

As the torturous blush stained my cheeks, I dropped my gaze from his face and shifted my body in his arms. I finally found my voice and said, "Umm, can I get up now?" Nice one, Swan. I saw his smile fade slightly out of the corner of my eye.

"Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard." Yes, the throbbing pain in my skull has made me quite aware of that.

"Yeah, I'm ok."

He shifted so that I was no longer leaning on him and stood up. He held out his hands to help me up and I took them. Once I was upright, my head started swimming and I swayed on the spot. He noticed this and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him until I was leaning against him again. We stayed like that for a few long seconds.

He looked down at me. "Better?" he whispered.

"Yes. Thank you," I breathed. I slowly supported myself on my own and reluctantly pulled away from him. "Umm, how long was I out for?"

"Just under two minutes. I don't think it's that bad. You're not bleeding. You'll probably have a bump though."

"Yeah, well that's nothing new."

"This happens to you a lot?" he asked, smirking.

"Daily, actually. I'm the biggest klutz around. I'm the only person I know who can successfully trip while walking across a flat surface." I had no idea why I was telling him this, but I didn't seem to care that I was broadcasting my flaws to this beautiful stranger.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to make sure you don't hurt yourself too much," he chuckled. Wait, what? All I could do was chuckle back. "I'm Edward. Edward Cullen." He smiled widely again.

"B-Bella Swan," I stuttered.

He reached for my hand and pulled it to his lips, placing a quick kiss on the back of it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella." He let go of my hand and walked off towards the school. Oh. My. God. Did he really just do that? Yes, yes he did.

I walked off really slowly towards the building in a complete daze, still not sure if any of that actually happened. I made it into my first period class, American History, about five minutes late, earning a disapproving glance from the teacher. I had this class with Jasper and he most definitely noticed the spaced out look on my face when I walked in and took my seat.

A few minutes later, while the teacher was distracted, I felt something hit me on the shoulder. I turned around just as a crumpled piece of paper fell to the floor and saw Jazz looking at me. "Answer your phone," he mouthed at me. It was then that I realized that my phone was vibrating in the pocket of my hoodie. I didn't remember putting it in there. He must have done it. I flipped my phone open under the desk and read the text I'd received.

B-

U ok? U don't look so good.

-J

I answered him back.

J-

Yea, I just practically gave myself a concussion & I'm still seeing stars. Fine though. Oh & I met the new kid.

-B

I figured I'd just say it as nonchalantly as possible. But I knew he'd flip. My cell buzzed again.

B-

WTF?!?! R u serious? What happened?

-J

I turned around to look at him. I shook my head and mouthed, "Later." He nodded slightly and I turned back around.

Barely even thirty seconds later, my phone buzzed again. I snapped out of my daze as I saw who it was from. Goddamn it! It was Alice and naturally, it was four texts long.

B-

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! U met the new guy w/o me??? How could u? U didn't embarrass urself, did u? What's his name? Is he hott? Did he say nething? What's he like? Does he have good taste in clothes? Holy shit. I can't believe u met him already! I didn't even get the chance 2 beautify u yet! I wanna kno everything!!!

-A

My fingers frantically typed away on the little keys and I sent two messages. The first was to Jasper.

J-

U fucker. Thanks 4 ratting me out 2 the pixie! U r so gonna pay 4 this.

-B

I glared back in his direction and saw his eyes widened in fear as he read my text. He knew I meant business. The second text I sent was to Alice.

A-

There's only 23 mins left till next period. U can wait.

-B

Not wanting to deal with her objections, I turned off my phone. I absentmindedly scribbled in my notebook for the rest of the class. When the bell rang, I groaned at the thought of facing Alice. Jasper darted out of the room before I could even put my book away. Smart move, my friend. I slowly made my way out of the room and went to my next class.

Sure enough Mr. Mandia, the most laid back substitute teacher Forks High had on the payroll, was sitting at what was normally Mrs. Masters' desk reading the newspaper. As the bell rang, I noticed that most of the class wasn't even there and those who were decided to use the free time wisely and sleep.

Alice came flitting towards me like friggin Tinker Bell on speed. "Ok, spill. What the fuck happened? How did you meet him? Is he a looker or not?"

"Alice, calm the fuck down before I smack you." I walked over to an empty seat in the back of the room and she followed me. Once I got settled, I turned to her and gave her the details she was so desperately craving. "Ok, so his name is Edward Cullen. He's got bronze hair, gorgeous green eyes, a smoking hott body and the most amazing panty-dropping smile I've ever fucking seen." I sighed as an image of him flashed through my mind.

"Oh my God, Bella! You've already got it bad for this guy!" Alice squealed as quietly as she could without drawing attention to us.

"I do not," I snapped at her. "You asked for the details; I'm just giving you details."

"Ok, so what happened exactly?" I flushed scarlet at the memory and it didn't go unnoticed. "Shit, Bella. What?"

"Well, I kind of, um… I kind of passed out," I mumbled.

"From seeing him?!"

"No, from hitting my head on the roof of my truck. I stood up too fast and didn't clear the doorway. Anyway, I basically knocked myself out and when I came to, I was on the ground… in his arms." I blushed even more.

Alice's eyes were about to bug out of her head. "Oh my God. Then what?"

"Then, I practically drooled over how freaking gorgeous he is once I could see straight again. He asked me if I was okay and I nearly passed out again at the sound of his voice. It's so, I don't know, musical almost. Of course, he then chose to smile at me and I swear I almost lost it. The boy like puts you in a trance with his deadly good looks."

"Wow. That was quite an encounter. Did anything else happen that I should know about?

"Umm, yeah. One more thing… he, well, he introduced himself and I did the same and then…" It felt like all the blood in my body took up a permanent residence in my cheeks.

"Oh just spit it out, Bella."

"He kissed my hand and said it was a pleasure to meet me." I rushed the words out of my mouth as fast as I could. I was fully expecting Alice to scream at the top of her lungs in excitement but instead she surprised me. She looked as though she was about to keel over from that last piece of information.

She suddenly whisked me out of the classroom and into the nearest bathroom, where she instructed me to sit down, shut up and do as I was told. I obliged and let her work her magic. After almost twenty minutes of torture, she finally finished and allowed me to look at myself in the mirror. The foundation she'd applied made my skin look clear and smooth. The gloss she'd put on my lips made them look rather juicy. She had swept a very pale blue eye shadow over my eyelids that went very well with my top, which was now visible because my hoodie was tossed aside. She also applied some black eyeliner and mascara. All these little touches were very subtle; Alice always did what she could to "enhance natural beauty". Somehow, she also managed to style my hair in a cascade of curls around my shoulders. The girl was a genius.

As I surveyed my appearance, I couldn't help but notice the goofy smile on my face. Who is this girl? This sure as hell isn't me. I wouldn't be so giddy about a guy who could never be interested in me that way. And yet, as much as I wanted to fight it, I couldn't stop the giddiness from consuming me. I turned to Alice and gave her a tight hug.

"Damn, girl. If he was smitten with you before, just wait till he sees you now!" she exclaimed. "Do you think he'll be in any of your classes?"

"I really hope so," I replied. "God, Alice! What's gotten into me?"

She giggled, "Like I said, Bella. You've got it bad for him already." The bell rang to signal the end of class. Alice swatted my ass and said, "Go get 'em, Tiger."

The two of us went our separate ways and I sat through third, fourth and fifth period without so much as a glimpse of the Greek god. By the time I got to my English Lit. class sixth period, I was starting to doubt whether or not this mysterious newcomer even existed. I was just about to convince myself that I had dreamt the whole thing in the parking lot when the last student entered the classroom and settled his beautiful green eyes on me.