A/N: OK, so again I apologise for the short introduction but as this chapter includes some cursing I wanted to keep the last chapter clean. This chapter is much longer so please review.

EPOV

"Oh come on Alice!" I shouted, chucking the shorts at her. "I know you did this."

She held up the boxers, staring at the neatly cut hole. I could see her biting her lip to prevent a laugh from escaping. "Honestly, why on Earth would I wish to do that Edward?"

"Don't play innocent with me." With a frustrated sigh I pinched the bridge of my nose. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Nothing."

"Oh so you just decided to massacre my underwear for kicks then?"

Alice now let the laugh escape as she chucked my boxers back towards me. "Well at least now you won't be so willing to drop your kegs to the first girl who shows an interest."

"Is that what this is about?"

"Edward, you left a trail of tears in High School and there's honestly no way I'm having it repeated in College!"

"Oh for Christ's-" My head spun as Alice's door opened; and I struggled to keep my jaw attached as it dropped.

A girl of Alice's age - and whom I presumed to be her new roomie - stood in the doorway. Her slim figured hinted athleticism but more from an hour of yoga each week than a regular game of soccer on a warm day. She was pale, as though she spent all her time inside. I could see this was not the case as there was the impossibility of a tan hinting on her shoulder. Her mahogany hair was tied back into a messy curling ponytail bringing a great deal of attention to her unmade face. It shocked me hugely to be face to face with a girl who wore entirely no make up. Her body was covered in a simple outfit, one that neither drew attention towards or away but even jeans couldn't cover the face that this girl has a mile pair of legs. Accompanying the jeans was a plain white tank top - a leather jacket hung over her arm. She was - in my mind - beautiful but not in the traditional sense or the overly sexy way. And there was something about those eyes; so intense...

"Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt but I-"

"Hey! I'm Alice Cullen. You must be my roommate. Wow, you're really pretty. Hmm..." She glared at me, as if reading my mind.

"Bella," she replied with a smile. She eyed my destroyed boxers with a frown. "I can go if you want. I just wanted to dump my stuff."

"Oh, no. Me and Alice were just finished. My name's Edward; Alice's brother."

"Brother?" She raised a sculpted brow high. "I thought you guys were having some sort of lover's quarrel.

Alice snorted. "My brother doesn't stick with one girl long enough to get to the quarrelling stage."

"What's with the boxer's then?"

"I was teaching him a lesson."

"Oh come off Alice!"

"What?" She asked sweetly.

"Stop making me out to be some sort of chauvinistic pig."

"Well you are."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Hello? Still here!" Bella waved a hand in my face as if to prove that point. When she'd stopped standing in the doorway I didn't know.

BPOV

Underneath all the threats and bitchy comments was an undeniable love. If anyone else had witnessed their argument I was positive they'd have agreed with me.

The two looked completely difference. Alice with her dark olive complexion, short brown pixy hair and small frame looked unrelated to Edward with his slightly sun-kissed tan, tousled just-out-of-bed copper-brown hair and six foot muscular frame. However there was one similarity which showed them to be siblings and that was the shocking emerald eyes that they both shared.

Edward focused those glorious eyes back on me as I waved a hand in front him. I had no intention of watching these two murder one another and have me hauled 'down town' to answer some questions. I just wanted to rest.

"Well, if you don't mind I'm just going to start unpacking." I lifted one of my cases onto the unmade bed, which I took to presume was mine. "Oh and Alice? I was thinking when you had a minute, we could go over essentials. You know like who wants to get the mini-fridge and who wants to buy the TV to entertain ourselves."

Alice grinned. "Sure, although I've already got a TV and DVD combo waiting to come. Edward said we could have his old one."

I looked up at Edward from under my fringe. "Well, thanks for that Edward."

He coughed nervously. "Well, no problem."

Alice slumped onto my bed shortly after shooing Edward from the room and watched me carefully unpack my clothing - along with hangers. It was setting me on the edge. As an only child I wasn't used to the attention of others in this way, and it was what I was least looking forward to in College life, having to share a room.

"So Bella - is that like short for something? - you're not from round here right?"

I moved to put six pairs of jeans on a shelf in the wardrobe before answering. "I'm from England, and yeah it's short for Isabella. Isabella Swan."

"Typical English name," she commented whilst watching me unfold one of my favoured dresses.

"Not really. Isabella isn't that much of a common name, being a Spanish name and all. People used to comment that my parents watched too much Pirates of the Caribbean. You know, Elizabeth Swan." I shrugged lightly. "I guess people are dumb, seeing as it wasn't around when I was born."

Alice smiled. "It's one step closer to being associated with Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. I say enjoy as it comes."

"I never was the type to drool over Depp. I mean a guy who looks more attractive as an unwashed drunk pirate than in himself just doesn't ring the bells for me." I paused momentarily as I started pulling out the load of underwear I'd packed. If college in America was anything like University in England then I would need the large amount of lingerie for when I didn't have the time to wash my clothes. "I was wondering, and I know it's nosy so stop me at any point, but what was with the destroying of your brother's underwear?"

She eyed a sky blue bra and panty set which I could only describe as jealousy before answering. "Back in High School, before my brother left for College, he used to date girls as they were next in queue. Sometimes those girls were my friends or class mates. And the thing about my brother is he lacks commitment and often he left a trail of destruction leaving me behind to soothe any friend's broken hearts and tears. I told myself when he left for College I'd never allow myself to be placed in that situation again. So here I am, in College where my brother also goes." She shook her head and sighed. "Jasper, a family friend, already informed me that Edward hasn't matured as I'd expected him and I've decided to try and at least teach him some basic manners towards women."

"So you cut some holes in his boxers?"

She let out a laugh. It was very feminine and almost cute. "Would you screw a guy if he dropped his jeans and were greeted with his thing poking out of his underwear through a hole?"

I snorted. "God, I'd think he was a pervert and smack him."

"Yeah, that was the idea. Unfortunately he'd decided for once to wash his clothes so five pairs went unharmed, plus the pair he was wearing, so he has six chances to sleep with women."

"Can't he just buy some new underwear?"

"He'll be too busy assessing any fresh meat on campus." She looked me up and down. "Which I'm afraid will include you. But not to worry, you strike me as a smart girl."

I was a smart girl, otherwise I'd probably not have been able to get into this college. However, what I wanted most was to go through College life with no-strings-attached relationships. I didn't want a long-term boyfriend taking up my social time. I wanted to start afresh and to do that I needed to prove myself among strangers and socialise till I built up all my friends again.

EPOV

"So has anyone spotted any good talent?" Emmet asked, a grin playing over his lips.

"I saw a seven earlier, tall, blonde, big boobs; need I go on?"

I raised a brow towards Jasper as he used his hands to emphasise the body shape. "Seriously, guys. What the hell?"

"Oh come on, you love this game Edward," Emmet replied, nudging me in the ribs. "Have you seen anyone better than a seven?"

I thought about Bella. "I saw an eight, redhead. Very feisty."

"An eight?" Emmet screwed up his nose. Has no one spotted a perfect ten yet?"

"Emmet!" I frowned deeply. "You've got a girlfriend need I remind you?"

"Hey, looking isn't the same as cheating."

"Oh yeah, and I'm sure Rosalie won't mind you picturing any girls naked as you pass them in the corridor." My voice dripped with sarcasm. "I swear, if Alice finds out she's gonna kill you."

"Just because your little sister destroyed any chances you have of getting laid tonight, doesn't mean you can take it out on us."

"You were the flaming one who let her in."

"Hey, I wanted to see that priceless reaction." His eyes drooped as if he were tired, then they shot up, along with brows as his jaw dropped. Then he abruptly began laughing.

"Oh haha." I scowled at him. "Why did I get stuck with him again?"

"Because I had to put up with him last year." Jasper smiled at me. "Besides, I'm allowing you access to my room whenever he goes a bit you know..." he trailed off as his index finger circled above an ear. "Anyhow, what's Alice's new room mate like then? I was thinking of taking a stroll down there myself to check her out."

"She's fine...I think she's from England or something. Definitely not American. Sounds too polished but not in a snobby way. Her name's Bella."

"Oh, English girls are hot!" Emmet declared.

Jasper ignored him. "What does she look like?"

"Medium height, slim, brown hair, pale... I only saw her for a little while."

"Oh, I was hoping for some cute little blonde with pale skin and dimples, oh and blue eyes."

"That's very stereotypical of you."

He shrugged. "Hey man, I can't help it if that's how they show them on TV. Anyway what rate is she then?"

"I don't know, a six maybe?" I lied.

"I refuse to believe that the first English girl I meet is not higher than an eight." Emmet frowned a moment. "Anyone know where Rosalie is?"

"I saw her carting her stuff into her dorm on my way here," Jasper supplied.

"Awesome. Right, me and you jasper. Let's check us out some English bootie."

I rolled my eyes. I often wondered why I hung around with these two.

APOV

I was extremely jealous of some of Bella's clothes. Especially her underwear. I myself never really had a whole lot of opportunities to try out some sexy underwear but it appeared that my new roomie did. That might be a slight problem in the future.

The sound of a knock on the door interrupting my thoughts as well as whatever Bella had been talking about. Frowning, I rose to answer the door.

"Yo."

"Emmet. How nice," I answered through gritted teeth. Emmet was one of my brother's annoying jerk of a friends. Unfortunately he was also dating one of my best friends Rose, so I had to pretend to be somewhat approving towards him.

"Hey."

I turned my head and my fake smile turned real. "Jasper too? What a surprise. And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"We came to check out the English bootie," Emmet answered.

I sighed. There was no point me scolding Emmet and no point even bothering to remind him of his not-single status. Emmet was like a kid in a toy shop. He didn't want just one toy, but all of them.

As I let them in I noticed the blush forming on Bella's cheek. Oh boy, she was not going to survive around Emmet and his profanities without ending the day looking like a tomato.

"Bella huh?" Emmet asked, staring at the 'bootie' of her.

She turned, taking a deep breath - which I'm sure she tried to go unnoticed - and smiled at him. "Bella Swan, yes."

"Hmm, Edward was right. You sound nothing like British people on the TV."

"In what way?"

"Well, you don't sound like the Queen for starters."

I wanted to smack my head on the wall. Emmet could be so dim.

"I'm sorry about Emmet, Bella. He's a bit dense sometimes and believes an awfully worrying amount on TV. I'm Jasper, Edward's friend."

"Hey, nice to meet you."

"What are you guys really doing here then?" I asked with annoyance. This was my time to prod background information out of her, not to watch Emmet stare at her butt.

"Well, we were doing our assessment of the new talent right?" Emmet began to explain, "And then Jasper was like 'what's Alice's room mate like' and Edward was all she's nice, from England blah blah blah. And then he went on to say she was only like a six!"

I raised my brow as Jasper rolled his eyes.

"And I refused to believe that my first encounter with an English girl would be with one rating under eight. I mean, come on! I've seen the movies... So I dragged Jasper to check her out for myself."

Jasper shrugged.

"You guys know how I feel about the rate system."

"Emmet was the only one rating mainly," Jasper commented.

"Hey, you said you'd spotted a seven! And then Edward rated Bella, therefore we were all rating."

I shook my head, sympathising with Bella who had gone up a shade on the blush scale. I too had once endured having Emmet and Jasper rate me at a drunk party in High School - behind Edward's back of course - but I'd been lucky enough to get an eight at the time - although Emmet often hinted that seeing as I had 'developed' more my rate may have changed - but a six? That was harsh. Bella was no where near a six.

"The thing is though, I don't understand why Edward lied."

"Hmm?" I answered.

"Well, let's all be honest here. Bella is so not a six, not even close."

I could see her blush even more as she lowered her eyes to her feet. She was not used to guys in America.

"She's gotta be at least a nine. I want to say ten but my mind is biased towards that accent. Why would Edward lie?"

Jasper nodded in agreement, not quite meeting my glance. Me and him had had a 'thing' back in High School when I began to develop a chest which didn't look like two fried eggs. "Edward is usually just as bad as Emmet, tallying up marks mentally for every girl he passes. I'd like to say he lowered the score to prevent Emmet or I from taking a personal interest in him but usually if he calls a girl a ten then we're to back off quick."

"Hey, maybe the underwear trick worked?" Bella, who had been silent up until then, laughed as I said this.

"Oh, he's real mad. Says he has to go out tomorrow now to buy new underwear and it's a waste of damn time and yadda yadda," Emmet grinned. "Oh Alice, you are a genius. I love watching Edward getting riled up."

I did too, but something bothered me about his rating. A six? I mean seriously, who was he kidding? Unless he was trying to kid himself...

A/N: I wanted to get this chapter up quickly after the short introduction. Please review it. Again I've tried to stick to American phrases but if anyone doesn't understand anything, I'll be happy to help. If people appear to like the plot even slightly then I'll think about adding the next chapter tomorrow as I don't have school.