A/N: Hey. Sorry it took so long, but here is the new and improved story. By the way, I'll be using song titles for the chapter names. This one is Crashed by Daughtry.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.

Crashed

The house was very nice really. A tall, three-story Victorian. It had my mother written all over it. It had Grecian crown molding and nice carpeting. It wasn't the house I disliked.

No, it was the town the house was built in. Forks. A dreadful, boring, small town. So much different from big and bustling Chicago.

I sighed as I walked up the stairs of the house, pausing to ask just one more time. But before I had even opened my mouth, or even turned around for that matter, I was interrupted.

"No, Edward. We are not going back to Chicago. Our lives are here now, so I suggest you get used to it and stop pestering me," my father said firmly.

I resumed walking and didn't stop till I was on the third floor. I walked down the wide hallway and stopped at the very last door. My new room was behind it.

My mother had tried to make it look like the one in Chicago as much as possible, but there was a slight problem. My room back home didn't have a giant window as the south wall.

I suppose the view was beautiful. A nice outlook over the vast forest that engulfed the Olympic Peninsula I was condemned to.

I dropped my bags on the floor and plopped down on the king-sized bed. I thought about tomorrow, and dread filled my stomach. Only one thing could do this, and it went by two words.

High School.

"Gooooooood morning out there! It is a lovely Thursday morning in this great town of Forks. Today's temperature is-"

I smashed the snooze button as hard as possible, nearly breaking my hand. I didn't need to hear the overly cheerful whacko on the radio.

I groaned as I sat up. First day. Brilliant.

An hour later I pulled into the parking lot of Forks High with my brother and sister in the backseat.

"Emmett, get your elbow out of my ribs. I swear, it'd probably be more comfortable with an elephant back here."

"Well, Alice, there would probably be more room if your fifty pound backpack didn't have a seat all to itself. Who's gonna carry that around, huh? I know you can't, and you better not expect me or Edward to do it."

"Who says I can't do it? What, I'm not strong enough just because I'm a girl? You are so sexist, Emmett! Just wait till I tell Mom about this-"

I parked the car and sat back to watch another one of their amusing arguments. This is why I always force them to sit in the back together; it's just too funny to pass up.

"No, Alice! I said that because you're a five-foot-one, one hundred pound, tiny little thing. It has nothing at all to do with your gender, it's just because you're a midget."

Oh, lord. Time to get out now. I grab my keys, jump out, and run, fast. Once I'm a good hundred feet away, I can still hear the outburst.

"EMMETT CULLEN! I AM NOT A MIDGET!" For someone so small, she really does have a set of lungs on her. I see Emmett jumping out of the car and taking off at full speed. Alice follows quickly after.

"OH NO YOU DON'T! YOU GET BACK HERE THIS SECOND! SO HELP ME, THE SECOND I CATCH YOU, I'LL SHOW YOU HOW STRONG I REALLY AM! I'M GONNA DIG A VERY LARGE HOLE AND BURY YOU IN IT ELEPHANT BOY!"

I stifled a laugh as they ran past me. I looked around and saw nearly every head in the parking lot turned in their direction. Well, looks like we've made quite the first impression on the good people of Forks.

Suddenly, I heard a loud grumbling from behind me. I turned to see an old red truck pulling into the parking lot. It parked next to my car as I watched. A second later, out stepped the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

She was a little bit taller then Alice and wearing clothes that Alice would never approve of. Her long, wavy, chestnut hair hung around her pale face, but didn't hide her captivating chocolate eyes.

She stumbled onto the sidewalk and headed in the opposite direction so I was watching her back. A boy walking toward me bumped into her. She fell to her knees as her books spilled out everywhere. The boy looked down at her for a moment, and then continued walking.

What a jerk!

I started walking toward her to help, when I felt an arm on my shoulder. I turned on my heel.

"Dude! When did Alice get so fast?" Emmett panted as he leaned on me for support.

I snorted. "She always has been. You just seem to forget every time you mess with her."

"Oh, yeah. Well, let's get to the office before she finds me. I just now managed to shake her off."

"Okay, hold on." I turned back around to help the beautiful girl, but she was gone, out of sight.

"What is it, Edward?"

I continued looking for her, confused. "Nothing, I guess," I shrugged and walked to the front office with Emmett.

My schedule was okay, I guess. I only had a few classes with Emmett and Alice. At least, I had lunch with them.

No one really talked to me that much. I guess they were intimidated by the new kid. By lunch, I had only met one person brave enough to talk.

Jasper was in my history class and was very friendly. He invited me to sit with him and his sister at lunch. Of course, Emmett and Alice had to come too.

As we made our way into the cafeteria, I looked around for my siblings. Emmett, with his large figure, was fairly easy to find and Alice was right beside him. Next to her was a pretty blonde girl. I could already see Emmett drooling.

"There are my siblings. I don't know who that is with them, though," I said to Jasper.

"That would be my sister, and if that's your brother, we may have a problem on our hands."

"Why?"

"He is exactly Rose's type, and she isn't exactly…fair. She's quite a handful. In other words, she's going to drive him crazy."

I laughed at this. "Well then, she perfect for Emmett. She's exactly his type as well, and he loves a good chase."

He laughed along with me, and then stopped short. I looked at him, but he was staring straight ahead with a dazed look on his face. I followed his stare to…Alice? Oh lord. Now I've got two pairs of lovebirds on my hands.

I nudged him in the side to get his attention. He looked at me confused.

"Her name's Alice," I said as I nodded in her direction.

He smiled widely as he looked back at her. "She's perfect," I heard him mumble.

I chuckled. "Well, that's not exactly the term I'd use to describe her, but then again I am her brother."

I saw him blush a little, probably because I heard him. Suddenly his eyes grew wide.

"She's coming over here. What do I say? What do I do?"

I looked over and saw that the trio was indeed walking over.

"Calm down. It's just Alice. It'll be fine."

He calmed instantly as she smiled at him. What am I going to do with them?

Lunch went by smoothly. We had a table all to ourselves because Jasper and Rose were sitting with us instead of their usual friends.

Rose, or Rosalie, was extremely nice, but did have a certain wild quality to her. Jasper and Alice spent the thirty minutes staring at each other, almost as if they were communicating. I tried to decipher what they were saying, but found it hopeless.

When there was five minutes left, I looked around the cafeteria. I looked to the table they usually sit at and examined the kids there. They all seemed to be looking our way.

I spotted the boy I had seen this morning who had knocked the beautiful girl down. I suppressed a grimace. Then, there were two girls who were looking lustfully at Emmett and me. One was blonde with too much makeup and the other had frizzy brown hair. I turned away from the table and took in the rest of the cafeteria.

There she was, the beautiful girl. (I really had to learn her name.)

She was sitting at a table in the corner by herself, immersed in a book. Her chestnut hair fell into her deep brown eyes as she read. She was gorgeous, that much was certain.

But, why was she sitting by herself? Did this have something to do with what happened this morning?

Suddenly, a small smile lit her face, probably in response to something she had read. She looked so radiant as she was smiling.

I turned to ask Jasper for her name just as the bell rang. Everyone jumped up, and the cafeteria was a mass of students rushing to get to class. I couldn't find the girl in the crowd.

I sighed inwardly and made my way to biology. I walked in the door to the stuffy classroom and went up to the teacher.

"Ah, yes, one of the Cullens. Hmm. You can take a seat by Ms. Swan over there," he said as he pointed toward the back of the room. I followed his line of sight to the only empty seat. Right next to the beautiful girl. Could my luck be any better?

I smiled and politely thanked the teacher. I walked over to my new seat and looked at the girl. She was doodling on her notebook, oblivious to the world. As I pulled my chair out and took a seat, she froze but said nothing.

"Hi," I said. Her head whipped around and she stared at me with wide eyes, but still she said nothing.

"I'm Edward Cullen. I'm new here. It's nice to meet you…" I trailed off suggestively.

"Bella," she finished with an angel's voice. But she still looked confused. I smiled reassuringly, but that just made the crease between her brows deepen. The teacher called the class to attention and she turned away.

Bella Swan. So, now I know her name, but I also have more questions about her. She is a mystery.

"Today, class, you will be doing a project with your lab partners. I want you to look at these slides and identify the stages of mitosis," the teacher announced as he walked around handing out slides and microscopes.

Bella shifted in her seat beside me, seeming uncomfortable.

"Would you like to go first?" I asked once we had our equipment.

"Sure," she mumbled, looking down. She reached for the microscope and a slide. She took a quick glance at it before looking away.

"Anaphase."

And that's how it went. We took turns with answering, only saying one word at a time. We finished before everyone else, and she went back to drawing on her notebook.

"So," I said, trying to start conversation. "What's your next class?"

She looked up at me, startled. "Gym," she muttered just as the bell rang, ending class.

She jumped out of her seat and quickly gathered her books. I followed not too far behind her. Once she was out in the hall, the blonde girl I saw at the other table at lunch walked up to her with a few friends behind her. She reached out a hand and knocked Bella's books out of her arms.

"Whoops," she said in a sickly sweet voice. "Looks like you've got a mess to pick up, Swan." The others behind her snickered then followed as she sauntered off. Bella dropped to her knees and started gathering her books.

I was appalled at how they treated this innocent girl. What had she done to them? I rushed to her side instantly and got the rest of her books. She looked up swiftly.

"Here." I offered her my hand. She stared at it for a minute, then hesitantly took it. I pulled her up and handed her the books.

"Thank you," she whispered, looking down at her feet.

"Who was that girl?" I asked.

"That was just Lauren," she sighed.

"She's very rude," I said angrily. "She shouldn't have done that to you."

She looked at me with that same confused face. "It's okay. It happens all the time."

My eyes widened. "What? Why?"

She simply shrugged and looked back down at her feet.

"Well, thank you again," she muttered, and then she was gone, taking off down the hall.

Yes, Bella swan certainly was a mystery, and I planned on solving the puzzle.

A/N: So, what do you think? Better, or worse than the first?