A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've been busy/lazy/brain-dead/writer's blocked… anyways! Thanks to everyone who reviewed/faved/alerted, etc… virtual cookies to all! Hopefully next chapter will come quicker. :)

This story is kinda based on my life in a way… I'm a diabetic, I'm a soph also, lol I actually did get lost on my way/ and was late to English on my first day last year… but then again, I didn't fall in love with a super hawt vampire either… but ya, I found out retelling my life story Twilight version is really fun. :D

And sorry for blabbing too much, here's chapter 2!

oh and btw, bold/italic font is their writing, since we can't have really cool fancy fonts here on FF...

Chapter 2

(Brian's POV)

So this is what Edward means by la tua cantante and my Bella, I mused.

Watching Michaela dreamily gaze at her paper reminded me that I needed to keep taking notes. I had practically memorized this subject, could ace any test with my years in chemistry, but I knew Michaela would need the notes.

As I wrote, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Michaela writing on a fresh sheet of paper. I went back to taking as detailed notes as possible, when a sheet of paper overlapped mine. I blinked, and looked at the paper.

What's your schedule? I have PE and English next, then after lunch I have Spanish and Social Studies.

I grinned, copied my schedule below hers, and slid the paper back to her.

(Michaela's pov)

Algebra II, Chemistry, Spanish, PE, English, Social Studies

Well, at least we have social studies together, I thought. And if I'm lucky, I might pass by him after PE.

I looked up at the clock and realized that there were five minutes left in class. I looked at the teacher's writing again, but stickmen had taken over the board, exchanging scientific conversations, explaining the rules and laws of science. At least, that's what it looked like.

I closed my eyes and sighed, and when I opened them, somehow within the three seconds I wasn't looking, the given assignment replaced every lab-coated stickman on the board. I quickly wrote it down, then shoved my papers in my folder.

The bell rang, and as I stuffed my folder in my backpack I noticed papers still laying on the desk. I picked them up, and recognized Brian's writing. They were his notes for algebra II and chemistry.

"Brian, you left your-" but I found he had already left the room. I looked at the papers again and noticed in one corner was written you might want these, they'll help a lot with the homework assignments.

I managed to get to PE on time. Since I didn't have a uniform, I was the only one in regular "street clothes" as the teacher called them. However, I still had to participate in the running and activities. Without Brian, I realized just how long the classes were, and how slow they really went.

I got lost on my way to English, but found a teacher that directed me to the classroom. I was late, but the teacher excused me, seeing that I was a new student.

I took out a sheet of paper, absolutely determined to take good notes for this class, another difficulty in the past. However, this teacher announced that there would be no notes or homework, just a get-to-know-one-another game, which I wasn't too fond of. When that was over, I managed to forget every single student's name.

The teacher couldn't think of anything else to do for the remainder of class, so it was basically free-time. I forgot to bring the book I was reading, Maximum Ride: the Final Warning, so I took out Brian's notes.

I absent-mindedly read over the notes, when I noticed another small note in a corner. Meet me at lunch was written, with the place printed right next to it. Now I could hardly wait until lunch. However, I still had to wait thirty minutes until the bell would ring. It would be a very long thirty minutes.

(Brian's pov)

I sat outside waiting at the place I wrote to Michaela to meet me for lunch, at the table closest to the outside door of the cafeteria. The bell had rung nearly two minutes ago, and Michaela still hadn't appeared. I stood up to search for Michaela when the door swung open and her scent came whooshingin my direction.

I smiled as the blonde-haired girl came and sat down next to me.

"Sorry, apparently I can't tell the difference between left and right, and I walked to the auditorium before I realized I took a wrong turn," she laughed. "By the way, how long is lunch, do you know?"

"I believe it's about forty minutes."

"Good, that gives us time for Q and A. Um, do you want to start?"'

"Sure, why not. First off, why are you here? I mean, you have to have a reason to move over a hundred miles from a fairly big, nice city to a small, barely-known town here. What's your story?"

"Yikes, start with the complicated questions. Well it's a long story. But, seeing we have some time, why not.

"So I pretty much lived my whole life in Shelton. I finished ninth grade at Oakland Bay. I had pretty good grades, a few close friends, and just a plain ol' good year, you know? So summer was about halfway over when my parents divorced. Mom stayed in Shelton, but Dad moved to Forks, here."

"So you moved here. Why though? Didn't you like it there?"

"Yeah, I loved it there. But I'm not totally close to my mom, and my dad's just plain cooler with me. Like he doesn't freak out about every single little thing, especially my diabetes. He knows I can control it and do everything myself, so he just kinda leaves it to me. Plus, I've kinda wanted a change. All my friends were going to a different school instead of Shelton High, and my mom would never let me switch, so I wasn't looking forward to school there anyways."

"Ah, makes sense."

"Now how bout you? What's your story?"

"Heh, I was expecting that back. Well I've been here in Forks for as long as I remember," I lied. "My parents died when I was little, I don't remember much about them. I didn't have any friends or other family, so I had to stay at an orphanage up until a few years ago." Lies, more lies. "Carlisle and Esmé Cullen then adopted me. They've adopted others, but I'm the youngest and newest. There's Edward, Alice, Jasper and Rosalie Hale, and Emmet. They're all off and married, even Edward, and he graduated here last year. He met Bella here a few years ago, and now they're off at college together." There, those weren't necessarily real lies, well maybe a few parts. I hated telling lies, but some times I had to live off them.

"Wow," she laughed. "You make my life sound so boring! Say, where's your lunch, you finish it already?" Now I laughed.

"Yep, finished it while you were trying to learn your directions," I teased.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "This is a big school to a newcomer you know!" I chuckled.

"Yeah, I remember last year, how much bigger this school looked then."

She smiled, and pulled a paper bag and a small black case out of her backpack. Out of the bag she pulled a sandwich, an apple, and a small bag of chips, then unzipped the case. Inside lay a small meter, bottle, and… a lancet? Oh no.

I've once read about diabetes. A diabetic needs insulin via syringe or what they call an insulin pump. The amount of insulin they need is decided upon what they eat, and their blood sugar. To find their blood sugar, they have to prick a finger to draw blood, and the meter tells how much glucose is in their blood. Can be either a dream or a nightmare to a vampire, depending on their "diet". A nightmare to me.

Before I could say anything, she had taken a small strip out of the bottle, applied it to the meter, and I watched as she absent-mindedly took out the lancet, pressed it against her right index finger, and pressed the small button.

The horrible scent of blood filled the air. I bit my lip and dared not to breathe at all.

This is not happening… I can't…

I had to get out of there. In one swift movement I grabbed my backpack and fled to the cafeteria. I found an empty hallway and sank against a locker. I pressed my palms against my forehead and took a deep breath. I could still smell the blood, but it was very faint.

I shuddered as I recalled Edward once telling me the story of when Jasper nearly attacked Bella due to a simple paper cut. A simple thing like a sliver of a paper cut could completely set us off, like it did to Jasper that one day.

Carlisle had warned me to feed before the first week of school, and now I understood. Though Michaela's blood was horrifyingly tempting, it would have been so much worse had I been thirsty.

I started walking around to clear my mind. I had a small break from her, but then I would have to face her last period. I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.