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"Have you ever been alone?
Fighting your own war?
Someone stole the life from you
And now they're back for more
Your heart is on the floor
Beating out of control
Oh I don't want this anymore
Spinnerette "Baptized By Fire"

So I'll be sailing on
Out into bermuda blue
Compass needle breaks
Like the heart I gave to you"-


BPOV-

New school. New classes. New teachers. New kids. New Life.

I hated new things. I hated having to change. I wanted to be who I was, no questions asked. So, none of that explains how I got conned into moving to Forks, Washington. The rainiest town in America. The smallest, everyone knows everyone's business, town in the whole world.

Oh yeah. My mother. My, let's follow around a semi-pro baseball player whose drunk most of the time and totally ignore my daughter's feelings, mother.

Renee never cared about how I felt. She was a "free spirit", a flying bird, let's all be friends. Hakuna Matata…yeah, I get it. So, Renee made up this whole big excuse about me needing to see my father so that we could bound and that it would be good for us to separate for a little while. Translation: Leave so I can get my sex on with this flavor of the month without any interruptions from you.

So, I'm here because my mother's a bitch and Phil doesn't like children. Awesome.

"So, uh, Bells…here's your room…and yeah…I'll see ya at dinner," Charlie said, scratching his head and trying to bolt for it.

"Thanks, dad. I'll see ya," I replied, shutting the door. I turned and faced the room I hadn't been in since I was four. I felt my eyes tear up as I glanced at the mix matched quilt on my bed, the stupid pictures I'd drawn, and the soft pink wallpaper. I wanted to throw up. This was ridiculous. I was almost eighteen. If my mother and father didn't want me than they should have just said. Not force me to live with Charlie when he obviously didn't want me here.

I wiped at my tears, furiously trying to get rid of the evidence of my crying. I hated crying. Just like I hated bitchy mothers and fathers who didn't give a shit.

I decided I needed to drive. Driving always cleared my thoughts and I could look at the high school that would be equivalent to my personal hell for the next year and a half.

I trudged down the stairs to see Charlie watching a football game. Typical.

"Uh…where you going, Bells?" Charlie asked his attention divided by me and the screen.

"For a drive. I want to see how the truck runs." I explained, smiling slightly at the memory.

My dad had done one pretty cool thing. He got me a Chevy, rusty red truck with the huge fenders. So, maybe it wouldn't be that bad living with him. If he didn't care and he gave me a car, I could do whatever I wanted. Maybe, even get sent back to Florida. Hmm. I would think about that one later.

I started out into the slight drizzle after I got the official go ahead from Charlie.

I started the car and it groaned to life. I backed out and started down the road.

I looked around a bit before my depression caved in on me again. There was…nothing. No promising hangouts, no good looking restaurants, and the only color I saw was grey. Depressing, ugly grey. I hated this too. Forks was going on my already long hate list.

I passed by Forks High School and became even more pathetically depressed. It was a bunch of buildings in close proximity, all, no surprise, were a grayish color with maroon doors. Ugly as hell.

This was going to suck and suck big time.

I decided to go to the grocery store and try to find someone promising or someone who knew someone promising. I know, I know, a grocery store? This was the only place I could think of to start looking for fun-ish people. It was also the only place I knew I wouldn't get lost. I could just see it now. Charlie sending out all his cop friends on a search for me. Ugh. All I wanted was to find the people who didn't give a damn in this town and not give a damn with them.

It was raining harder by now and I ran into the store, sopping wet. Great.

I took my hood off and glanced around.

Right away I spotted the only commotion I had seen in this whole town. There were three boys, around my age, trying to buy alcohol and teasing the clerk. I smirked. Finally, some fun.

I started stalking over to them and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw them. One was burly, huge. He looked like he would crush anyone who glanced at him the wrong way. He was cute with his curly hair and dimples. The other one was blonde with cowboy boots and a button-down on. He was the exact version of a southern boy. But the last boy is what got me. He had on an easy smirk that made my stomach do a back-flip. His hair was a strange bronze color and it stuck up in a million different directions. His was long and hard and lean and I wanted to jump him right away. On closer inspection, I saw that he had a shade of green eyes I had never seen before. They were a dark, mossy color and if that wasn't enough, right as I looked into his eyes, they flickered up to mine.

I almost fell over. His gaze was so intense. He seemed a bit taken aback too. He tilted his head, trying to figure out who I was. He smirked at me slightly and I raised an eyebrow. I needed to break our staring contest, so I strode up to the clerk and handed him my fake ID.

"They're with me," I said, fake laughing and rolling my eyes, "Guys, I told you to wait." I glanced back at their shocked faces and grinned. The boy with the green eyes was the only one who reacted.

"Sorry, baby, you know how I get," he slid up to me and put an arm around my waist. I felt a shock as he touched me and he flinched as though feeling it too. I looked up at him as he handed the cashier the money and I took hold of the rum.

"Hey, give it-" the burly one started.

"Shut it, Em," green eyes said his arm still around me.

The Sothern one followed behind us with a smile on his face. He studied me and his smile became more pronounced.

We all walked outside, the sun was now peeking through the clouds. Fork's weather was bipolar I'd decided.

Green eyes looked down at me and smirked that smirk, taking the rum from me.

"Hey! I got that for you," I complained.

"You should have gotten one for yourself," he retorted, leaning against the building and taking a swig. The big one grabbed the bottle and the southern one was still staring at me.

I studied the three of them and decided they were probably the best looking guys I had ever seen. I could work with this. I felt green eyes gazing at me still and I looked over to him. Gah. I had to watch when I looked at him. He looked absolutely delicious with a piece of his hair in his face. His features were so straight and beautiful.

"What's your name, darlin'?" the southern one asked. He sounded exactly as I thought he would.

"I'm Bella. Bella Swan," I answered. I didn't understand their reactions. The big one started laughing, the southern one smiled, and green eyes frowned.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's just say…that we and the chief are great friends. Oh and the names Emmett," the big one said, chuckling.

Oh. Great. My new friends didn't like my father. Ugh. The perks of being the police chief's daughter.

"I'm Jasper," the southern one drawled.

"Edward. Edward Cullen," green eyes said, smooth as ice. My heart flipped and I tried to breath with no success. This guy would be my undoing. He was smooth and mean and hot and too clever for his own good.

I had to get away from him before I jumped his bones. I had the feeling he had already slept with most the girls in this ho-hunk town. I wanted to make him work a little. He had probably never had to work in his life.

"Nice to meet you boys," I gave them my best "fuck me" smile and stalked off.

Even now, when I'm sitting at home, I still feel the heat of Edward's gaze.

Edward. Edward Cullen.


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