EPOV

"Call me later?" I shrugged.

"Maybe..." I smirked looking like it's obvious that I'm going to call her. She pecked me on the lips and gave me a wink as she walked away. I rolled my eyes once her head turned the opposite direction. Shit, what was her name? Ah whatever. I'm not gonna call her anyway... Damn, that girl was a skank, and she was in my algebra class last year. Why the fuck would I forget her name?

My name's Edward Anthony Masen. I was adopted when I was 12 by Carlisle and Esme Cullen. I have a sister who is also adopted named Alice Brandon. She came two years after me, and we're the same age. I live in a small town named Forks, and let me tell you, it's as boring as hell! I mean there's nothing to do here, and most of the girls her I already dated and fucked. Yeah, you can call me a player all you want, I don't care. *sigh* I need some new meat...

I hopped out of my Aston Martin Vanquish and tossed my keys on the counter as I came in the house from my big ass garage. You see, I'm rich... I guess... I came into the living room to see Esme knitting. She heard me come in and looked up.

"Where were you this morning?" She asked worried. I shrugged.

"Out..." She scowled.

"Edward, you should really tell us where you're going. Who knows what you would be doing." I rolled my eyes.

"Esme, you worry too much."

"I'm just being concerned..." She continued knitting and I walked up to my room. I decided to prepare my stuff for the first day of school tomorrow. I brought out my backpack and took out my notebooks. I may be all laid back and shit like that, but I can be very studious. Okay, studious is an understatement. When I go to school, I look like a full blown nerd! Which I now have a reputation of. I'm mostly in honors classes and my reading glasses are fat, thick, and horned rimmed, and I fucking hate them with a burning passion that came from the depths of hell. The worst part is that I have to wear them the entire day. Doesn't that freakin' suck?

The benefit from the glasses is that no one recognizes me. Even when I look straight in the eyes of a girl that I dated outside of school, they're too stupid to realize it's my alter ego. Yeah, it's like I have a secret identity for girls wanting revenge after I dumped their sorry asses. Once I was finished, I trudged down the stairs to get a snack.

"The new chief of police came to town today." Carlisle said from the living room.

"Oh yeah, I heard about that. Doesn't he have a daughter about Edward and Alice's age?" I stopped in my tracks. I leaned forward so I could hear better.

"Yes, I actually met her along with her father. Sweet girl, but can be clumsy... I won't be surprised if I see her a few times in the emergency room." he said with a chuckle. Hmm... interesting... hello, new girl, you are now a contestant on The Edward Masen Show! Yes and your prize is... me.

BPOV

Ugh! Why the fuck do we have to move? I packed the last box from my room and carried it down to the moving van. After I fit it somewhere, I dragged my tired feet to the passenger seat of the car.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but calls me Bella. Call me Isabella; you'll regret the day you were born. I'm best known in Columbia City, Oregon for being a criminal. Sure I drink, smoke, sometimes do drugs, vandalize occasionally, and maybe shoplift here and there, but that doesn't make me a criminal... okay fine it does... Hey, at least I didn't kill anyone! Of course father dearest is disappointed in me, but he doesn't show it.

I am totally opposed to this whole moving business going on here right now. I'm happy here. I have a life here. I had my firsts here, my first steps, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first time, my first everything! I made memories here; I just don't want to give all of it up just because my dad found work somewhere else.

My dad, Charlie, was a highly ranked policeman here in Columbia City. Yeah, I know what you're thinking... I'm the daughter of a policeman, I should be careful about breaking the law. Well, I don't really give a shit. I'm either drunk or high most of the time I get arrested. A police station in southern Washington offered him up as Chief of Police. So, now were moving to this town named after a thing you use to stab food with, Forks.

"Ready, Bells?" Charlie asked as he slid into the driver's seat. I scowled.

"Come on, Bella. You're gonna love Forks. I thought you like small towns." I shrugged.

"Sometimes, it depends on the town. Like Forks, who would name a town after an eating utensil?"

"Bella, don't talk like that!"

"Sorry, Charlie, I didn't know that they abolished freedom of speech." I yelled. He took a deep ragged breath.

"Look, honey, I know that you don't want to move, but I can't turn down
this job. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Besides, we get to start fresh, a new beginning. Turn the pages to a new chapter in life."

"Jeez, Dad, don't go all yin and yang on me, or whatever."

"I'm just trying to be the optimistic one." he mumbled.

"Whatever, Dad, just drive." I crossed my arms and slouched in my seat. He grumbled about my negativity, started the engine, and headed down the road while the moving van followed us.

After probably, like, two minutes, I got bored, so I pulled out my iPod and scrolled through my songs. I ended up pressing shuffle. Pages by There for Tomorrow came on. Wow... We were just talking about change and now my motherfucking iPod wants to bring it up again. Ugh, I'm too lazy to switch it to something else. I sighed and pulled my seat back. I rested my head and fell asleep.

A shaking sensation woke me up from my dreamless slumber. I groaned and shifted sides.

"Bella, Bella, wake up. We're here!" I groaned again. My seat snapped upright and my eyes popped open. I turned to my dad and he mumbled an apology.

"Jeebus, Charlie, warn me next time!" I said as I rubbed my eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't know how I would wake you..."

"Eh, it's alright."

"Good, now, let's start unpacking. You have school tomorrow."

"WHAT?" It's August already? I could have sworn there was, like, a month to go. He grabbed my hand and led me to the moving van. He gave me a box and told me to put it in the foyer. I rolled my eyes but agreed anyway. I looked at our new house. It was painted white and had a gray roof. Just your typical ordinary house... The forest was sorta next to it as well. I slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. Ugh! New house smell. I set the box down in the corner of the room and began to explore.

According to Charlie, there's two bedrooms and one bathroom upstairs. Wait... one bathroom? This house is fucked up if it only has one motherfucking bathroom for two people! I ran upstairs to see if it's true. I opened the middle door of the hall to see a bathroom, the left... empty... bedroom, the right... empty... another bedroom, and... That's it. No more doors. Damn.

I helped Charlie with more boxes. We brought our boxes upstairs to our rooms.

"Yours is that one, Bells." he said pointing to the door on the left.

"Alright, whatever." I said with a shrug. We parted ways. I opened the door to see my comfy bed in the middle of the room. Damn movers don't know how to fucking move a bed! I pushed with all my might so it could be against the wall. I opened the box that said 'Bed Stuff' in my chicken scratch. I unfolded my purple and black sheets, crumpled them up, and threw them on the bed. I did the same thing with my pillow covers. I grabbed my pillows and plopped down on the bed. I fell asleep before my head hit the cushion.

Ugh! There's that shaking again. I opened my eyes and saw my dad.

"I'm going to the police station and I can't leave you here all alone."

"Yes you can, all I will do is sleep..." He gave me a look. "Ugh! Fine!" I sat up and hopped off my bed. I got into the passenger's seat of his old rusty red Chevy truck. He slid into the driver's seat moments later and started the engine. The ride wasn't that long. It only took, like, three minutes. Hell, we could probably walk there. Charlie cut the engine and we got out.

"Hey, Charlie Swan, right? The new Chief of Police?" A guy said as we walked through the doors.

"That's me!" The guy shook Charlie's hand. "This is my daughter, Bella." The dude shook my hand as well and I faked a smile.

"I'm Officer Levin; want me to give ya a tour?" Charlie nodded and we followed him down the hall. We passed a few people and they waved. The guy, the Levin dude, pointed out all that stuff that has to do with policing or police... work, okay never mind. I never really paid attention. My feet got the best of me and I tripped. Someone caught me, thankfully.

"You ok there?" I looked up to see a guy in his mid-thirties and damn he's handsome. He stood me upright.

"Yeah, I'm good, I'm sorta a klutz so I tend to trip over anything, even air." I said with a chuckle. He chuckled with me.

"Well, that's pretty unfortunate."

"Dr. Cullen! I'd like you to meet Charlie Swan, our new chief." They shook hands and said all that 'nice to meet you' stuff.

"This is my daughter, Bella." Charlie introduced me. I shook his hand.

"Well, I better go, got a lot of stuff to do. Nice to meet you!" Dr. Cullen waved and left.

"Will you come with me for a few minutes." The Levin dude said to Charlie. He nodded. "Bella, you could stay here if you want."

"Okay." They went to some unknown hallway. I exhaled through my mouth with them together making that flapping thing with my lips. I decided to just wait in the lobby or whatever they call it here. I sat on a chair near the wall. Shaking my leg absentmindedly, I decided to call my mom, Renee, to tell her that we made it to our destination. She always worries. I dialed her number and pressed call. After two rings, she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mom!"

"Bella? Oh, hi sweetie! Did you arrive at Forks?"

"Yup, before noon."

"That's good."

"So, how are you and Phil?" Phil's my step-dad and a minor league baseball player. He and my mom currently live in Phoenix, Arizona.

"We're fine, well Phil broke, actually re-broke, his wrist a couple hours ago... but other than that he's fine."

"Oh, um, okay. Tell him to get better soon, from me... and that his wrist will heal and stuff..." I'm not really good at pity.

"I will, sweetie, I got to go. Love you! Bye!"

"Bye, Mom!" I pressed the call end button and shoved my phone back in my pocket. My mom doesn't know anything about my arrests or my habit of drinking and smoking. If she did, she would probably ship me off to Arizona in a jiffy, and I don't want that to happen.

A few moments later, Dad reappeared with a big smile across his face. He held up some random keys.

"I got my very own police cruiser!"

"That's great, Dad!"

"Which means you will get my truck." My eyes widened.

"No way, seriously? Holy shit, Dad, thank you, thank you!" I stood up and hugged him.

"You're welcome, kiddo. You're allowed to drive it home but since you don't have a license... anymore, I'll have to take you to school tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. He held up the keys and dropped them onto my awaiting hands. I held onto them tightly and ran outside. Charlie followed me and unlocked the police car next to it. I got in the truck and turned on the engine. It rumbled in response and I pulled out of the parking lot. I parked it on the driveway and got out. Once Charlie and I were inside, I made us some lunch. The day seemed to pass by quickly. We unpacked the boxes and organized them and stuff like that.

"G'night, Bells." Dad said before he let out a big yawn.

"See you in the morning." We went to our bedrooms. I realized I didn't make my bed. Ah oh well, I'll do it in the morning. I plopped on it and fell fast asleep.