AN: So, I had this chapter written for a long time, and just started working on the next one recently...I have been focusing mostly on my FP story "You Mean Hell Isn't Far Enough" because I need to finish it (I'm only one chapter away!) But anyway, here's the first chapter :D Just to tide you guys over so you don't hate me Dx

Also, I've changed the rating for safety, because I feel like it may get steamy later on :O Just a warning. If you're not into that, stop reading now, or keep reading, and I'll be sure to warn you when it comes to that chapter :D

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. I just like messing with the characters. I also do not own any products mentioned in the story.

Chapter One

The moment the plane's wheels touched the ground, my stomach heaved. Just reaching the appropriately titled 'barf bag' in time, I retched out the meager, half digested meal I had eaten while on board. In most cases, I wouldn't have bothered with it, but, seeing as my mother so graciously forgot to feed me before sending me out on the five-ish hour long plane ride and forgetting my immense fear of heights. Gee, mom, thanks.

After smiling apologetically at the young stewardess, who couldn't be more than a few years older than I was, I left the plane, only stopping to grab my belongings from the rotating carousal before making my way to the parking lot of the small airport. I honestly didn't know how my mother had gotten me a ticket to go straight to the small town of Port Angeles, and frankly, I didn't want to.

It had been at least four years since I'd last seen my father, but he was easy enough to pick out. Charlie Swan was the chief of police in Forks, with a big brown moustache and thinning brown hair. He was also the only one standing next to a police cruiser. I sighed before flicking my black hair out of my face and walking towards him.

"Hey, dad," I murmured once I came to a halt in front of him. His eyes widened in surprise, as well as skepticism, and began to scrutinize me.

"You don't look like my Alex. He was always a short lil' guy with ever shorter brown hair. Looked God awful, it did," he accentuated his speech by raising hand to show how tall I used to be, "I was nearly always embarrassed to go out in public with him. Made 'im wear a hat all the time," Charlie ranted. For a moment I was angered that he didn't even recognize his own son, but then again, I had changed a lot in the last four years, unlike him.

I had unusually pale skin for someone who used to live in Arizona. You'd think that being out in all that heat would tan me up a bit, right? Yeah, didn't work so well for me. My limbs were long and lanky, but not enough to make me basketball star sized. They made me look more awkward than anything. I was about 5' 9", which was tall enough for me. I always wore long sleeved shirts and pants, even on the warmest of days, although I doubted I would get any of those now. My eyesight was bad, which heralded the need of my thick-rimmed, nerdy-looking glasses, though I opted for contacts most days. I had managed to 'borrow' my mom's credit card one day, and had bought purple-tinted prescription contacts online.

At around age fifteen, I'd started growing my hair out, but only at the front. I'd kept the back of my hair short and spiky looking while the hair from my ears forward grew to my chin in length. Finally, once that arduous growing process was complete, I'd bleached it as white as was possible.

Some people would call me emo, others Goth. I suppose those titles fit, considering I even wear eyeliner most days. A few years back, when I realized my sexual orientation, I'd even began to cut, out of terror of what my mother would do to me if she ever found out. It was a way of venting my feelings, though short lived as it was, as I had a habit of cutting too deep, not bothering to stop the flow and loosing too much blood. After a few visits to the hospital, and a few… 'scoldings' from my mother, I was finally able to stop. The marks remained, constant reminders of what I mustn't do once more.

"Dad," I said quietly, glancing up at him, "It's me. It's Alex."

Charlie looked me in the eyes; saw the sincerity in my chocolate brown gaze.

"My Alex," Charlie whispered before sweeping me in his large arms and hugging me. Once he set me down, he gave me another once over.

"You cleaned up good, Alex," he told me gruffly. I smiled slightly at his attempt at sentimentality. "You ready?"

I nodded once while looking around. The scenery hadn't changed much. Green. Everywhere you looked was green. And wet. I'd read somewhere once that Forks was one of the most rained on places in all of the United States. Oh, how lovely. While I inspected the landscape, Charlie had already heaved my bags into the trunk of the cruiser. We slipped into the black and white car just as the first specks of rain began to fall, soon increasing in velocity and size. I scrunched up my face as I looked at the heavy trail of water flowing down my window. I heard Charlie laugh.

"Not fond of the rain, are ya boy?" he questioned. I shook my head vehemently in answer. "Don't talk much either…" he added to himself, but I managed to hear it. A small smile crept on my face as I answered,

"Never been much of a social boy, pops,"

Charlie's booming laughter filled the car.

"Pops? Pops? I'll 'ave you know boy, you can walk to the house if ya keep that up!" he threatened jokingly. I merely smirked in response.

A good hour of silence later, filled only by the static-y music coming from the radio, Charlie slowed the cruiser and pulled into a gravel driveway. I glanced out the window of the car, and through the darkening sky, saw the small, two-story house of my youth.

"Alex, I er, got you a preset," Charlie told me while rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably before we got out of the car. I shot my eyes over to his large form in the gathering darkness.

"What? I don't need anything," I told him firmly.

"Well, you got something," he countered gruffly, "And I didn't think you'd be wantin' a ride to school from me everyday."

At this sentence, my interest perked. A car? I'd never had a car before, even with having my full license for about four months now. I'd only ever driven my friends cars. Mother wouldn't even let me near her 'precious little baby'! Precious my ass, especially after I keyed it while waiting for her to take me to the airport. I had just felt like leaving her something to remember me by.

While I was reminiscing, Charlie had left the cruiser and was standing next to a big blob in the driveway. I pulled my sweater hood up to cover my head before getting out myself and starting over to him, only to stop once I made out what said blob was.

Parked beside my father was one of the biggest trucks I'd ever seen. It looked old, yet durable, and was painted with a dark red colour. It looked like one of those shit-kicking trucks that could take anything, and give it right back twice as hard. I couldn't take my eyes off it, even if I'd wanted to.

Running over to it, I began to inspect every rusted patch, everywhere where paint was missing, the tires, doors, lights. I even lifted the hood, careful not to put it high enough as the let the rain in, and checked the engine. It wasn't that I knew what could go wrong with cars, because I had no idea, but it was more of a show for Charlie. I figured I should make a big deal over the first present he's given me in years. It wasn't bad for a truck this old, if my guess was right. In fact, it seemed in fairly good condition. That seemed strange to me, so I decided to ask Charlie about it later.

"So?" Charlie asked warily. I closed the hood and smiled softly at him in thanks.

"I love it," I told him quietly. He rubbed his neck again, abashed. Charlie was never one for any strong emotions.

"Well, let's get inside now, don't wan'cha catching a cold for school tomorrow, now do ya? I'll get yer stuff, you just go in." Charlie told me. I nodded, quickly realizing how cold it could be outside at ten pm when you're wet.

Once inside the safe haven of my new home, I looked around. Nothing had changed since the last time I was here. There were old pictures of me as a baby, growing up, and of mother. I glared at her icily, even though there was no way she could see or feel it. Why did dad still have pictures of her in here? Did he still have feelings for her? No. There was absolutely no way that one was correct. I knew for a fact that my dad was gay, like me. That was why mother left him.

The walls were the same colours, furniture in the same places; even the bright yellow cupboards mother had painted many years ago were still here. There was only one word for all this: sad.

Charlie had gotten inside by this time, so I stopped inspecting the house. He headed towards the stairs, telling me over his shoulder that my room was up there. The same place it had always been. I jogged the stairs to catch up and entered the room.

It only took me a moment to decided that Charlie needed a renovator. The same bland room stood before me, as unchanged as the rooms below. The only thing that had been different over the years was replacing the crib with a bed and the addition of an oh-so-useful, ancient computer.

As I set my bags down on the bed, Charlie left the room in silence. One of the best things about Charlie is that he doesn't hover. Say, for example, if I had a guest up here, he wouldn't come snooping into my room even if the door was open. I sighed, then sat down beside my bag. I had school tomorrow. I couldn't be thinking about that now. I had enough to worry about, like communicating with people.

See, I had never really been able to relate to people my age, due to the fact that I had to grow up quickly because of my mother. Then again, I hadn't really been able to relate to anyone. It was as if that part of my brain was malfunctioning all the time.

I groaned and flopped back on the bed, taking off my glasses to rub my face. Maybe if I just closed my eyes for a minute, I could think this through better…

I blinked blearily as I sat up and looked at my clock: 8:30 AM.

Jumping up quickly, I realized that I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday. 'I must have fallen asleep,' I told myself. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed some fresh clothes from my suitcase I had yet to unpack (a long sleeved red shirt that hugged my body tightly, black skinny jeans and fresh underwear) and headed into the small bathroom we had to share. And man was I glad I only had my toothbrush, eyeliner, hairbrush and flatiron to fit here.

The counter space around the sink was covered completely with hair products, beauty products and, ugh, sex products. Yeah, I don't think I really needed to know what my dad uses during that, but life sucks like that. As my old classmate used to say, 'Life's a bitch and then you die'. Appropriate.

I plugged in my straightener then began brushing my teeth. They were reasonably straight after years of braises. I was just glad when I finally got them off. I popped in my contacts, trying my best to not touch my eyes. I couldn't stand the thought of my finger in my eye, but that was the price I payed to wear contacts.

After combing my hair, I straightened it, put on a bit of eyeliner, then grabbed a hoodie from my room and went downstairs. There was a note on the table from Charlie, telling me that he was at work already and would be home right after. He also wished me good luck. Yeah, right. I needed more than luck to survive this.

I went outside after grabbing my jacket since it was raining (big surprise!) then locked the door and headed to my truck. Once inside, I slid the key into the ignition and started it up. A loud roaring sound could be heard from the engine. I sighed quietly, but ignored it mostly. A truck this old had to have its faults.

I drove towards town until I saw a sign that proclaimed that the certain group of buildings in front of me was Forks High School. To me, it looked like just a bunch of nearly identical building made next to each other, but apparently it was more than that.

I looked at the small light up clock in the truck: 8:56. 'Well damn,' I thought, hurriedly getting out of my truck, locking it, and heading towards a building labelled FRONT OFFICE. I stepped inside quickly and sighed contentedly at the warmth and overall dryness of the room. There were potted plants scattered about the room. 'As if there wasn't enough of the green stuff outside,' I thought, smirking slightly. The redheaded receptionist looked up at me as I entered. She was wearing a purple tee shirt that seemed too small for her plus-sized body. I wondered vaguely if everyone in this town liked dressing awfully, but pushed the thought down, resisting another smirk.

"Can I help you?" she asked me. Well, more like purred at me, as she looked me up and down. Sorry, ma'am. You're missing a certain piece of anatomy I tend to go for.

"I'm Alexander Swan," I told her quietly, and I saw he eyes light up slightly. Of course everyone would know about me. I'm the police chief's son finally back.

"Of course," she said a little less flirty. Guess no one wants the chief to bust their ass for pedophilic tendencies towards his son. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school," She dug through some papers and eventually found the one she was looking for: my schedule. She also took a small map off another pile and proceeded to show me where all my classes were, leaning in only a bit too closely. Once she had finished, she handed me another slip of paper for all my teachers to sign before I returned it at the end of the day. I thanked her quickly, grabbed my papers and nearly ran out of the office, only pausing to look at the time: 9:13. Shit.

I all but ran to my first class, English. Once I arrived at the door with the large '3' painted on it, I opened it slowly, as to not make much noise. I could hear the teacher lecturing students about certain things. I really didn't care what. As I turned my back to the class to close the door as quietly as I could, someone cleared their throat angrily. I froze and turned hesitantly.

"What are you doing?" a tall man asked, "Who are you?"

"Alexander Swan," I murmured. The teacher gawked at me; as did the few students close enough to hear, making me flush. I handed him my slip, aware of the muttering beginning to arise behind me. I stole a glance at his nameplate, identifying him as Mr. Mason before going to sit in the empty seat he pointed to.

"Now, before I was interrupted, I was going over some key author's you will be covering over the term…"

I zoned out. This was stuff I had done last year. I figured I'd have no trouble.

I doodled for the rest of the class until the bell rang. As I was about to get up to leave, an awkward looking girl with jet-black hair leaned across the row to talk to me.

"You're Alexander Swan, aren't you?" She looked like the nerdy, extremely helpful type.

"Alex," I corrected her. I hated anyone who used my full name, despite my fixation of introducing myself as such. It was just a tick I had. Even still, everyone around our desks turned to look.

"Where's your next class?"

I checked my paper, which I had yet to put away. It was now covered in doodles of unicorns fighting zombies. I quickly slung my arms over it, mostly hiding it from view.

"Uh, Government in building six. With Jefferson,"

"I'm headed towards building four, I could show you the way…" Yeah, definitely helpful, if not over the top. "I'm Angela," she added.

I smiled slightly, "Thanks,"

We walked out into the rain after she grabbed her jacket. As soon as we were outside, she began an uninvited game of twenty questions.

"So, this is a lot different from Phoenix, right?"

"Very," I decided to keep my answer short. Maybe it would hint at her to stop this inane game.

"It doesn't rain there very much, does it?"

I shook my head 'no'.

"Wow, what must that be like?"

"Sunny," I told her.

"But, you don't look very tanned," she pointed out.

"My mother is part albino," I replied, shrugging dramatically while sighing. "It's a curse I will always be burdened with," She looked at me curiously and I sighed in exasperation. "It was a joke,"

"Oh," she said then burst out laughing. Wow. 'That is so sad,' I thought, shaking my head.

Angela led me straight to the clearly marked door before saying goodbye.

"Good luck," she told me as I turned the handle of the door, "Maybe we'll have other classes together too!" I looked at her, flipping the hair out of my eyes and giving her the full attention of my purple-tinted orbs. Her cheeks lit up almost instantly, and with a hasty 'see you later', she all but ran to her next class. I smirked slightly at her retreating back before entering the room.

The rest of the morning passed in a flash. I nearly instantly hated my Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, since he was the only teacher who actually made me stand up in front of the class and introduce myself. I had to resist the urge to flip him the bird as I went to my seat.

Questions and stares followed me the whole morning. Most of my answers were lies, but they didn't need to know that. For all they knew, I was the chief's happy-go-lucky son who loved everything about Forks. That's what I told them, and that's how things stayed.

One boy, who's name I still couldn't remember, even after being told at least twice, was in two of my classes. I didn't really pay attention enough to figure out what ones, but I knew he was there due to his near constant chatter about the rumors and gossip going around the school. I could care less.

He led me into the cafeteria and over to a table with his friends. I saw the girl, Angela, from the morning wave at me excitedly, so I shot her a quick smile and a nod before placing myself in the midst of the boy and his friends, whose names passed right by me. What can I say; none of them were cute enough to hold my attention.

And then I saw them.

They were beautiful, plain and simple. Three boys and two girls, looking nothing alike, yet still uncannily similar, sat together in a solitary corner of the cafeteria. One of the boys was large, like a football player or body builder, and had dark, cropped hair. A second, taller looking boy was thinner, yet still managed to look just as tough, with curly, sandy blonde hair, while the last boy was lanky and quite tall with messy, bronze-coloured hair on top.

The girls were two different entities all together. The taller one was super-model gorgeous, with long hair, the same honey blonde colour as the one boy. The other, smaller girl had short, black pixie-cut hair and delicate looking features.

Though, despite their differences, they all had the same chalky white skin tone, the same deep-set bags under their eyes, making them look as though they hadn't slept in days, the same near-black eyes. Not to say that these factors diminished from their beauty. No, they seemed to enhance it, if anything. I was having trouble deciding who was the most beautiful. It would have to be between the tall, blonde girl and the younger looking bronze-haired boy. In front of each of them was an untouched tray of food. As I watched, the small girl stood up gracefully, emptied her tray, and left. I frowned, curious.

"Um," I started, talking to no one in particular, "Who are they?"

As if he'd heard me from across the cafeteria, the bronze-haired boy looked over to our table. His dark eyes locked with mine, and my breathing stopped. Almost as quickly though, he averted his eyes, disinterest colouring his face. I frowned again.

"Oh, them?" the boy next to me asked, jealousy in his tone, "They're the Cullens and the Hales. The blonde ones are the Hales: Jasper and Rosalie. The other two are Emmett," he nodded to the larger boy, "and Edward. The girl who left was Alice."

So, the one who'd been kind enough to shun me was named Edward. It was a rather unusual name for people in this century. All of them were. But maybe that's what they did in this town? Name their children odd names.

I ducked out of the way as a milk carton sailed over my head, hitting the boy I'd been speaking to square in the face.

"Oh, sorry Mike!" someone called. I heard him mumble curses under his breath next to me.

So. That blew my theory right out of the water. His name was Mike, an extraordinarily common name.

"They're all rather good looking," I murmured, also noting how Mike's face reddened at the statement.

"The girls are a'ight," he said haughtily. I raised a single eyebrow at him, then turned my face back to the beautiful people across the room. "But the chicks are all with one of the guys! The only one that's single is that Edward fag. He's been at this school for three years and has never even looked at a girl—"

"Is that a problem?" I asked, cutting across his rant. "Do you find it morally corrupt that he may have an interest in the same sex?"

"Dude, what's your problem? Oh, don't tell me your one of them,"

My eyes flashed.

"Them?" I asked icily.

"A fagg—"

Before the word had even left his mouth, I had him by the collar, suspended in the air. I was aware that people were staring, but at the time I couldn't care less. I brought his frightened face closer to mine before hissing in his ear,

"Don't even think about saying that word around me again. If you do, I promise you, you won't be able to say it ever again." I smiled. "And yes, I'm gay." I finished sweetly before dropping him unceremoniously to the ground, turning on my heel, and leaving. I could hear the muttering following me, as well as a pair of footsteps. I didn't turn to see who it was, instead opting to head outside.

As soon as the chill air reached me, I sighed in relief. 'Well,' I thought sarcastically, 'this is turning out to be a great day!'

"Uh, excuse me?" a timid voice said behind me. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at them. It was one of the boys from the table. What was his name? Ellis, Erin…

"I'm Eric." Ah that was it. "I saw what happened in there…that was really brave of you, standing up to Mike like that."

I hummed in acknowledgment, flicking my hair. I noticed Eric's eyes follow the movement before speaking again.

"Umm, I don't mean to be rude, but was that true? Are you actually gay or were you just saying that to shut Mike up?"

I smirked at his question. Typical that people from a town this small would be so narrow-minded.

"Yes, I'm actually gay. Does that bother you, Eric? Does it make you cringe that I like it up the—"

"Oh, gosh..." Eric cut me off with a nervous laugh. "I didn't really need to know all the details, but no, it doesn't bother me. So long as you don't start coming on to me or anything..."

I snorted a laugh.

"Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I'm going to jump every guy I see. Besides," I said with a wink, "Your not really my type."

I watched with joy as his face lit up a delightful red colour. I walked past him towards the door, pinching his cheek as I passed.

"C'mon," I told him, "I'd rather not be late for any more classes on the first day."

As we entered the classroom for Biology, Eric split from me and headed towards a desk in the middle of the room. I noted there was someone already sitting in the seat next to him. My eyes scanned the room for another seat. Ah! There was an open one by the window, next to one Edward Cullen. I went to the teacher's desk to get him to sign the slip I was given, before turning to sit.

I ignored the murmuring that followed me as I crossed the room and sat down beside the brooding boy. I noticed him stiffen and lean away from me, going so far as to move his stool away slightly. What, did I smell bad? I frowned, breathing in to see if I could smell anything unusual: mint shampoo and my cologne. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I dared a glance at him. As I turned my head, our eyes met. Mine widened at the expression in his: anger, hatred. Confused, I looked away and tried to listen to the teacher lecturing. Then something odd hit me.

Black.

His eyes were black.

I furrowed my brow confusion. That was definitely not an ordinary eye colour. Did he wear contacts too?

Beneath my fringe, I studied him. His posture was tense, never changing. One hand was clenched around the table edge, the other one his face, seemingly covering his nose and mouth. I pouted. That must be to block out my 'stench'. Maybe he just wasn't a cologne guy. His back was hunched, stretching his shirt over the lean muscle, and revealing a little of the pale skin of his lower back. His shirtsleeves were pushed back, revealing taut forearms, just as pale as the skin on his back. I felt myself sigh lightly before mentally slapping myself. Uhg. I can't believe I just checked him out.

After what seemed like forever, the bell rang. Edward was out of his seat immediately, leaving the room. I watched him go, furrowing my brow. This guy was weird.

"Are you Alexander Swan?" a too-preppy voice asked. I turned my head slowly to see a pretty blonde girl smiling a bit too widely at me.

"Alex," I said softly, frowning ever so slightly.

"I'm Jessica!"

'Of course you are.'

"Hello, Jessica," I replied coolly.

"Do you need any help finding your next class?"

'If I had a nickel for every time I've been asked that today…'

"I have gym. I'm fairly certain I can find it myself, thank you."

"That's my next class too! We can go together!"

'Dear Lord, kill me now.'

"That's really not necessary…"

"Nonsense!" she scoffed, grabbing my arm. I noticed all the glares she was getting from the other girls still in the class. Apparently word hadn't gotten around yet that I was gay, despite my public declaration in the cafeteria. I didn't really peg Mike as someone to keep the news of a new 'fag' at school to himself.

All the way to the gym, she chattered on about this and that non-stop. As we reached the doors, Jessica must have gathered her courage, for she asked, "Did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or something? I've never seen him like that."

'Way to go, weirdo, you made people think I do random acts of violence,' I scolded myself.

"That's who that was?" I lied smoothly. No need to get her panties in a twist.

"Yeah!" she confirmed, pouting slightly, "He looked like he was in pain or something!"

"I'm not sure. I've never spoken to him."

"He's a little odd," 'I concur. Maybe you're not so bad aft-' "But he's still totally hot! I'd hook up with him anytime." 'And there you go ruining my opinion again,'

We entered the gym and parted. I went to the gym teacher, or 'Coach Clapp' as he informed me to call him, and got him to sign the sheet I had. He got me a uniform, but thankfully let me sit out for today. Something about me ruining his teams. I wasn't going to argue. I hated gym. It always ruined my hair. I ignored the side of me that told me what a stupid reason that was, but my flamboyant side kicked it to the back of my mind.

The last bell finally rang and I left as soon as I could. I went outside to the office to return the slip. Now, who the in the hell's idea was it to make the office in a different building? I call shenanigans.

It wasn't raining anymore, thankfully, but there was a cold wind now, biting into my face. I put my jacket's hood up to block some of it, pouting again. After a long, arduous journey, I reached the office. I entered the small building and almost left again. Of course he'd be here. Edward Freaking Cullen. King of the Douches. I recognized the tense posture and bronze hair. He was having a hushed conversation with the receptionist. I leaned against the door, waiting for her to be free.

I overheard him asking her to switch Biology to a different time. 'Oh, come on,' I thought exasperatedly. There was no way this could be about me. Unless this guy was an even bigger asshole than I had originally thought. There were a lot of people here who were proving that to be true.

The door blew open suddenly, pushing me forward and into him. Oh Lord, this was not good.

As my hands hit his back, I felt him tense up even further, if that was possible. I scrambled backwards to the safety of the wall again as he whipped around to glare at me. I felt my face light up as his eyes stuck me to the wall like a needle through a bug.

"Never mind then," he spoke for the first time that I didn't have to eavesdrop to hear, though it took me a moment to realize he wasn't talking to me, though his eyes were still trained on me. "I can see that's impossible. I thank you for your help." And with that, he was gone.

I released the breath I didn't know I was holding and stepped away from the wall to hand in the slip. The receptionist asked how my day went, but all I could do was nod, confusing her, then leave myself.

As I got to my truck, I realized I was nearly the last car there, a fact I was grateful for. I got in and merely leaned back, staring out the window shield for a bit, before starting the engine and driving home.