The square root of one number is equal to 3 times the second plus the smallest common factor of the 3rd..If the second number is 678.65, find the first…………………….

What the hell!!!! How in Gods name am I supposed to get this?!

I looked around the library in frustration, cursing my maths teacher (who had assigned me this stupid equation) under my breath. I tapped my pen against the table in a quick staccato rhythm, I hummed a song, anything to distract myself,it wasn't working.

All I could think about was her. I shook my head again, "shake it off, shake it off!"

This weird town was messing with my head, I miss New York…. 'PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!' I screamed internally. 'You're never going back and dad's never coming here!, deal with it!'

I just had to get on with my life.

After my parents messy divorce my mum had taken us and fled to the most boring place in the world: Oregon , Washington state. Well, technically I now live in Oregon suburbs. The word 'City' implies civilisation. And so Cali and Jack and I now attend Riverwest high, Oregon.

And now I was in their dingy little library trying to do an impossible sum purely to divert my brain. It was like Renesmee Cullen had cast a spell on me. She was all that was in my head now, I disgusted myself at how I obsessed I had become over her. Not that she would ever notice me…….

I raised my head at the scraping of a chair opposite me. A girl dumped a load of books down on the table mumbling "hiking my ass!" and slouched into her chair, taking the first book off the pile and slamming it open. I suddenly recognised her as Renesmee's friend, what was her name?...Oh Cara! That was it!

Cara looked extremely grumpy about something and I debated whether or not to talk to her. My curiosity won me over.

"Are you okay?' I asked her.

At the sound of my voice she looked up and flushed pink.

"Oh….oh ..y y yeah' she stammered out. "just a lot of homework you know"

I scrutinized her face. She was good looking, nothing on Renesmee of course but still……..

"So, I'm sorry for running you guys over the other day" I said.

Realisation crossed her face and she giggled. 'Oh that was you! Don't worry about it, I wasn't hurt at all…. It would take more than a steam roller to hurt Ne……I mean , she's fine. She stopped talking and looked down at her book again, biting her lip, like she had said something wrong….

Hang on, what did she say about a steam roller?!

Cara now flicked pages quickly, though her eyes were not focused I decided to get more out of her:

'So you hang out with Nessie Cullen then?' I asked. She looked up again, suspicion in her eyes. ' Yes,' she responded slowly 'why?' Her eyes narrowed as she took in my expression. Ugh, curiosity was plain as day on my face. I quickly put up my very bad poker face, and proceeded. 'Oh I was just wondering, you just seem pretty close is all,'

"Yes" she agreed, her features relaxing. 'She and her family moved here last year. We got along soon as we met. She's my best friend.' Affection coloured her tone as she said this. I will never understand girls.

"Are you close to her family?" I asked. She smiled. 'Why the twenty questions?' 'Oh, sorry,' I sighed, I was really bad at this subtle interrogation thing.

She looked at me again and asked; 'are you Cali's brother?' I blinked in surprise "Do you know her?' "Yes, she responded 'She's in my English class….she's nice. , Nessie Laura and I have invited her to Oregon on Saturday to do some shopping I…' She stopped abruptly.

'Sorry, I'm rambling on again, I really should stop doing that. She fell quiet and then started rooting around in her bag.

The library keeper was typing something very slowly and deliberately on a dilapidated computer older than me. Her sniffs and snuffles filling the paint smelling air around the room. An ancient clock ticked on the wall saying it to be one o clock in the morning and the droning sound of the lawnmower drifted up from the front lawn

I wasn't paying attention to any of this though, my mind was whirring with all this new information. Cali. Cali! My bratty little sister was hanging out with Renesmee Cullen! What!

Will the world ever fail to surprise me? I doodled idly on my book, jealous of all the time my sister now got to spend with Renesmee.

The scraping of Cara's pen across paper broke my pensive mood.

I grabbed my backpack, stuffed my things in and mumbled; 'I have to go, bye.' "See you" she replied, still looking at her paper, her elbow propped on the table, her head in her hands.

I got up and winced as all my pressure rolled onto my numb legs now tingling with pins and needles.

I exited as quickly as I could from the dreary room, limping along like an invalid. I hobbled past a window but then stopped, and hobbled right back. The Cullens were gathered beside a huge jeep, talking and laughing, looking the picture of ease. They looked like they were on the set of a photo shoot, flawless as they all were. I watched as Nessie and Alice hopped into a brand new blue Volkswagen beetle and sped away. Churning up the dust into clouds behind them.

Suddenly I was staring into black coal-like eyes. Edward Cullen was glaring me down from the parking lot. How did he know I was here? And what did he have against me?!

I walked away from the window and legged it down the stairs. It wasn't that I was afraid, No of course not, There was just something eerie and wrong about them. Something inside me screamed; 'run away!' and another part of me was drawing me closer, it was like two magnets, pulling in opposite directions. This was getting more strange by the day.