B POV

Beep.

Oh hell no.

Beep.

Shit.

Beep.

Shhiiittt!

Beep.

Oh fuck off!

Beep.

Oh, alright already! I'm up. I'm up.

I opened my eyes slowly. Wishing that it was still the holidays. But no. It was the first day of term. The only upshot of it was that it was also the last year. By July I'd be free of this hell hole known as Forks.

Another day at Forks High. I pulled myself out of bed and stretched and yawned.

I dragged myself downstairs to the kitchen and found some pop tarts and grabbed a glass of orange juice. I ate the pop tarts cold, not in the mood to wait for them to heat up. I quickly washed them down with the juice before hauling myself back up stairs.

I showered quickly and dried my hair. I decided to straighten it today. I don't know why, I just felt like it. I flung my cupboard open and tried to decide what to wear. I decided on pair of simple dark grey corduroy jeans and a pretty dark blue gypsy style top. I pulled on a pair of black ballet pumps to complete the look. I grabbed my school bag and my I-pod and ran down stairs. I skirted past my mother, who was in the kitchen, and snatched my car keys from the key hook in the hallway. I slipped out of the door before I had to speak to either of them. Of course, it didn't work. My mother came out of the kitchen and called me back. I sighed and turned around to face her.

"Isabella. I want you to talk to people this year. All this....Buddhism and everything...it's getting stupid. You were born in to good, old money. You should try acting like it. The Cullen's for example. They act like they should. They don't keep going on about people you have no connection with needing your money. If they need money they can earn it themselves. They don't need us to pay out for them, unless we pay their wages by virtue of them working for us."

I sighed again. I got this lecture every year. Didn't change anything.

"Yes Mother. I'll try. I have to go. Heaven forbid I'm late the first day back."

With that I turned and walked to my car. I loved my car. It was a crimson red Audi TT. I may have been a Buddhist, but cars where my weakness. I wasn't an expert on them or anything, but I did love them. I only had a few weaknesses. They were cars, books and CD's. Oh, and my beloved piano. I wasn't an amazing pianist, but I adored playing. My beautiful piano sat in the family room, at the back of the room next to a huge window wall. I was the only one who played it.

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I pulled up at the school. Urgh. School. Still, I felt more confident today seeing as I knew that I only had this year left and then would be able to get out of here.

I climbed out of my car and grabbed my bag before locking it. I started walking up to the entrance when I saw the car pulling up. It was a gorgeous black Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. I worshipped that car. I'd probably worship the driver too, what with how god like he looked, if he wasn't such a bastard. Edward Cullen. Along with his brother Emmett and their friend Jasper Hale, he was one of the kings of the school. And of course his sister Alice and Jasper's sister Rosalie were the queens of the school. They were practically Forks royalty. Their father was a highly praised doctor and their mother was a world renowned interior designer. Although they both worked hard, they both came from 'old money'. My parents were considered as the other royal family of Forks. But while the Cullen's had their two princes and a princess, my parents had the disgrace of a child. The one who was a social outcast and all round freak. Well you know what? I didn't give a flying fuck. There's a saying that I love; 'I'd rather be shunned for what I truly am, than accepted for what I'm truly not.'

Still, it would be nice to have someone in this shitty town who liked me for me. And accepted the way I was. For most of my life I had wished that Edward would like me, but he never even looked at me. Even before I became a Buddhist and a humanitarian. He was just an arsehole like that. We used to be friends once. We had been friends since we were really little. Then, I don't know, we just stopped playing together when we were eight. He just stopped coming over, and I stopped going over there. I never understood why. We were always so close back then. I remember that he used his pocket money to buy one of those little lucky dip capsules for me once. You know the ones you get from the machine that contain a toy or something? Well, this one had a little, pale green plastic ring in it that he gave to me. I still had that ring in my jewellery box. We had been about five when he gave it to me. I don't know why I still had it to be honest. It certainly didn't fit me anymore.

I used to be a total spoilt brat back then. Then I developed a conscience at the age of about ten and never looked back.

I shook my head to clear it of the memories and carried on towards the school.

As I walked, I suddenly noticed that a lot of people were staring at me.

I don't have shit on my face do I??

Someone wolf whistled at me. Another winked.

What the fuck is going on today? Seriously, do I have hit on my face? Or maybe my bra is hanging out?

I glanced down quickly, but no. No bra showing. I glanced back. No. My skirt was perfect. Not caught up showing my arse. So what where they all staring at?

"Hey, Isabella!"

I turned to see who had called me.

Fucking Mike Newton.

"So, what happened to you?"

I just stared at him, completely at a loss as to what he was talking about.

"Over the holiday?"

I just shook my head at him, still uncomprehending.

"I mean, what happened? You look fucking hot! Never thought I'd see the day that I'd call Isabella Swan hot!" he then started laughing with all of his friends and started walking over to meet the Cullens.

"Fuck you Newton!" I yelled after him. "Like I'd want you to find me hot anyway!"

He spun round to face me. The Cullens had just reached him.

"And whys that Swan?" he sneered.

"Well, if you found me hot, I might actually have to fucking talk to you!"

Everyone started laughing. Only this time, they weren't laughing at me. They were laughing and pointing at Mike.

"As it is," I continued, "I'd rather beat myself around the head with a block of gold wrapped in lemon, then ride a motorbike in a bikini, fall off on purpose, and get major road rash and then rub salt into the wounds, than speak to you!"

I was shocked when Emmett Cullen nearly fell to the ground clutching his stomach with laughter at the last comment.

Even Edward smirked. He glanced up at me and our eyes met. He looked almost curious. I had to look away from the intensity of his gaze.

I swung around and strode towards the school without looking back.

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The day past slowly. As usual. Finally it was time for the last lesson of the day. Biology. I hate the teacher with a vengeance. She is nasty, stuck up and condescending.

"Ok," our teacher, Ms Moss said, "this year we are going to have a seating plan. It will not be changed."

Oh great. This had to end badly, unless she sat me by myself. She started rattling through the list of students and pointing to the seats she wanted them in. When she finally made it to my name, I nearly ran back out of the classroom.

"Miss Swan, at the back next to Mr Cullen, please."

Oh....mother pus bucket!

This was not going to be good. Edward and I hated each other.

I walked slowly to the back of the class, praying that I wouldn't trip over.

Whoops. That jinxed it.

I fell.

Typical.

And what did I trip on you ask? Well, it wasn't air this time. Oh no. It was a fucking pencil. Damn.

I landed on my knees and, somehow, managed to put my hands out and push myself up again - before I face planted. I then carried on the movement and rocked back straight to my feet.

Wow. That was pretty graceful. For me at least.

Everyone had started laughing as I fell, but a few people actually clapped as I executed the most graceful move any of them had ever seen me perform.

I stalked to my chair and quickly sat down, blushing crimson as always.

I pulled my books out and stared at the front of the class.

I could see Edward looking at me in my peripherals.

He looked strangely curious again, just as he had this morning.

"Class," Ms Moss called, "I would like you to meet our new student, Jacob Black. I'm sure some of you have already met him in previous classes, but for those who haven't yet had the pleasure, he just moved here from Miami. Please make him feel welcome. Mr Black, if you could please take the free seat in front of Mr Cullen and Miss Swan please?"

I looked up and watched as a fairly attractive boy walked to the desk in front of us. He had long black hair and reddish skin. He looked as though he was at least part Native American.

He sat down and grinned back at us.

"Ok class. Please get to work. You may talk quietly amongst yourselves." Ms Moss told us once she had given us our assignment for the day.

I picked up my pen and looked down at my paper.

"Hi." I heard from in front of me. "I'm Jacob, but people call me Jake."

I assumed he must me talking to Cullen, so I carried on with my work.

"Hello? Miss..Swan, wasn't it?"

My head shot up and my pen clattered to the floor. I quickly bent to pick it up before looking at the boy in front of me.

He smiled at me and held out his hand.

"As I said," he chuckled, "I'm Jake. And you are?"

"I-Isabella." I stuttered, shocked that he was speaking to me.

"Isabella. Nice name. It's nice to meet you." he sounded so sincere that I was sure I'd fall of my chair.

He shook my hand and turned to Cullen.

"Yo. I'm Jake."

"Edward. Pleased to meet you." He sounded anything but.

In fact, when Jake turned back to his table, Edward was glaring at his back.

What the fuck is with him? What, so cos the new guy had the audacity to speak to worthless freak Swan first, he must deserve to be hated? Fuck that. Poor guy. He was just being nice.

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At the end of class I stood and packed my bag.

"Hey, Isabella."

I turned to see Jake grinning at me.

"I was thinking, seeing as I'm new, would you mind, I dunno, maybe showing me around town sometime?"

"Sure." I said, shocked, but kinda pleased.

"Cool. So, how far from school do you live Isabella?"

"Not far. About ten minutes away by car. And please, call me Bella. Only my parents and people who hate me call me Isabella. I hate being called that."

"No worries. But, surely it's only your parents who call you that then? I can't imagine why anyone would hate you."

I laughed harshly.

"That's cos you don't know me. If you wanna know why people would hate me, ask Cullen. I'm sure he wouldn't mind telling you what a freak I am."

I glanced over my shoulder as I said this, jerking my head toward Edward.

Much to my shock he didn't start slagging me off. In fact, he didn't even glare. He just frowned at me and, if it was even possible, looked a little hurt. He quickly composed his face into a glare though and stalked past me.

Jacob and I walked out to our cars, chatting and getting to know each other. He was nice. And it was nice to actually talk to someone. We agreed on hanging out on Saturday and I would show him around town. He smiled and waved goodbye as I climbed into my car.

Wow. I might actually have a friend this year.

As I pulled out of the school car park I saw Edward Cullen staring at me. As he had all day, he had a curious look in his eyes as he watched me.

God only knows what's up with him. Maybe he's planning another prank on me. Stuck up rich boy.

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Sorry it took a while to get up. I've been working on my other story, 'Ten Years is Hard to Forgive and Forget' at the same time as this one. Hope you liked this chappie, darlings!

Review and let me know what you thought! I live for that shit! LOL!

Next one should, hopefully, be up in a day or so. Though, if it isn't up by Friday, it prolly won't be up till Sunday night or Monday, cos it's my best friend's birthday party on Saturday, so I won't be doing much writing that day, if any.

~Ruusu.