Dinner was predictably awful. The first face I saw when I entered the cafeteria was the pale one from before, his piercing eyes looking directly at me. I looked away and purposely sat at the opposite end of the room. I picked at my dinner, not feeling hungry, and soon got up to dump my tray and leave. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the boy getting up and following me quickly out the door. I tried to pick up my pace but he just did the same, and just before I got to my door I felt his hand grab my arm. "What?!" I asked, exasperatedly.

He looked straight into my eyes. "I just wanted to see if you were ok," he said in velvety voice, and I felt my knees go weak. NO! Snap out of it, I though to myself.

"I'm fine," I said shortly, and tried to turn but he had my upper arm in a vice like grip. He smiled slightly at me.

"Sure you are," he said. "I'm not going to tell anyone, if you don't want me too." I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "I just wanted you to know.." his green eyes smouldered, "I'm here if you need me."

I floundered around, trying to make my brain work again. "I, erm, thanks. I.. need to go finish unpacking my stuff."

He finally let go. "I'll see you around then," he said, a statement, not a question. I didn't answer, simply nodding slightly, and slipped into my room. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't even know this kid's name! I finished stuffing my clothes into the chest of drawers and wardrobe, and put my alarm clock on the bedside table. I hadn't brought and posters or pictures with my, so the walls remained bare. I closed my eyes and laid back in my bed, and fell into a deep, restless sleep.

I screamed loudly, willing someone to hear me, but he just put his huge hand over my mouth, and shoved me back into the bed. "No one's going to here you, Isabella, so there's no point making that silly noise." His other hand was fumbling down below the open my jeans. What he said was true so when he removed his hand from my mouth I remained quiet. "Good girl," he said, as he went to work on his own jeans. I struggled, kicking and thrashing around wildly as I felt him between my legs and he gripped my hips, forcing me to stay still. My hands were tied behind my back and I felt tears leaking down my face as he thrust roughly. I screamed as I felt the piercing pain and he thumped me in the stomach before carrying on his business…

I woke up sweating and shaking, the blankets were tangled round my legs and the curtains were still open. I looked out to see that it was light, and I checked the time on my clock. 5am. I sighed, falling back onto the bed with a thump, and tried to calm my breathing and pounding heart. After several minutes I decided to get up and find the bathroom, as there was no way I'd be getting back to sleep. I found my towel and wash bag and padded down the corridor in the direction I though Carlisle had told me the bathroom was in. I wished I'd paid a little bit more attention to his tour…

Eventually I came to the bathroom and went into one of the shower cubicles. I took my pyjamas off and stepped into the shower, drawing the curtain behind me and turning the water on as hard as it would go. I shivered for a few moments as the icy water began to warm up, and then let the hot water pour onto my shoulder and run down my back and stomach, relaxing my still tensed muscles. I washed my hair and scrubbed my body clean of the sweat from my troubled sleep.

As I was drying off and putting my pyjamas back on I heard someone else enter the bathroom and use the toilet. I cautiously unlocked the door and stepped out the cubicle to see the boy coming out of the opposite toilet. Great. What was he doing, stalking me? He grinned when he saw me. "Hi," he said, "You're up early."

"Couldn't sleep," I muttered, and began to walk out the room as he spoke again.

"I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last night, I'm Edward Mason. You must be the new girl, Isabella Swan." I cringed at his use of my full name and turned to see his outstretched hand.

"Bella, actually," I corrected, and took his outstretched hand, touching it as briefly as possible. He smiled at me.

"Bella. It suits you."

I blushed and mumbled something about needing to go now, and left without looking at him again. I made my way back to my room and began to brush my hair, letting the feeling relax me. I dried it as best I could with the towel, and pulled it up into a loose pony tail, before getting changed out of my pyjamas into a pair of black jeans and a baggy black hoody. I pulled on my battered pair of converse and, not wanting to spend any more time in my small, confined room than necessary, made my way down to the cafeteria, hoping to get breakfast before most of the other kids arrived.

I was lucky; as I walked into the dining hall I was the only person there and the kitchen was just opening. I went and picked up some fruit juice and toast and found a table to sit at in the corner. As I sat down I noticed a tiny girl, with short black hair walk… no, dance, into the room, with a tall blond guy behind her. They went to get some food and started walking in my direction. Oh no, I thought. There were all these empty tables and they decided they needed to come and sit by me?

"Hi!" said the girl, with a huge smile on her face, "I'm Alice, you're the new girl, right?" I sighed. Everyone already knew who I was it seemed.

"Bella," I replied, not looking up.

"This is Jasper, my boyfriend," she carried on. She paused for a second, taking in my lack of interest in anything she was saying. "Is it ok if we sit here?" she asked, uncertainly.

I pulled myself together; no need to be rude to them, they were just trying to be friendly. "Sure," I said with what I hoped was a smile. "Pull up a seat…"

The smile returned to her face, and Jasper sat down next to her. "Hello, Bella," he said, the southern accent evident in his voice.

"Hey," I replied.

Alice began talking again, so quickly and enthusiastically I could barely keep up. "The others will be here in a minute, they'll love to meet you! Oh! I love your hair, I could style it sometime for you, if you wanted? And your eyes… I've got just the right eye shadow for them!"

I must have looked slightly scared, because Jasper chuckled and leaned over to me, whispering theatrically, "I'd just agree if I were you, it's not like you'll get a choice anyway." She slapped him, pretending to glare at him, but I could see the affection in their eyes. I looked away..

"Bella? What do you say Bella, can I do you hair and makeup?" she asked, pulling a puppy dog face and pouting. I almost had to laugh.

"Sure," I said.

"Here come the others," said Jasper, obviously trying to steer the conversation in another direction and I looked gratefully at him. I followed Alice's excited look to a group of three more people walking into the kitchen. A tall girl with long, blonde hair and a devastatingly beautiful face held the hand of a large, muscular man, and behind them was a shorted boy with… bronze hair, and those emerald eyes.

A/N: As before, please review, I don't want to keep boring you with a story no one wants to read! :]

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