Author's Note: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters from Twilight. Those are the property of Stephanie Meyer. All I own are my own ideas and any original characters of my own design.

As a teenager, there are good things and bad things about Sundays. Good things: Sleeping in, since I got woken up early as hell the day before it felt good to catch up my sleep. Huh, I think that might be the only good thing about Sunday that I can think of. Bad things: It always signals the end of the weekend, school is always just around the corner and, with me, starting at a new school isn't exactly at the top of my list of things to be happy about. So I suppose it's safe to say that Sunday and I have a strictly love/hate relationship.

The house was quiet as I awoke. I tilted my head slightly to see if I could hear Charlie moving around downstairs or something. It was completely silent. I shrugged to myself. Guess the old man decided to go out and trust me by myself for a while. Not a bad thing at all. It wasn't like I'd planned to stay home today anyways. I wanted to take my new bike for a spin around town and get to know my new territory.

Brightening at the idea of getting out of the house for a while, I grabbed a pair of ragged old blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt. Also grabbing a pair of black boxers and a clean bra, I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Once again, I was glad I had cut my hair. It certainly cut my shampoo usage by over half. And the stuff I use isn't exactly cheap. See I've got this love for Axe products. Shampoo, body wash, deodorant, body spray. I love them all.

As the hot water rained down over my body, I once again relaxed. While I may not be much of a fan for the rain, I love hot showers. The feeling of being clean is the best feeling in the world. And as much time as I intend to spend out in the forest in whatever mud and muck there may be in there, I planned to enjoy being clean for as long as possible.

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dried off and threw my clothes on. I, then, headed back to my room to throw on my socks and grab my pair of motorcycle boots from my closet. I had originally bought them 'cause I thought they looked cool but now I got to put them to good use. After lacing them up, I grabbed my leather jacket off the hanger and clomped downstairs.

The house was definitely void of all other life. There was a note from Charlie on the fridge for me that I noticed as I stepped into the kitchen. Billy had invited him to go fishing with him. Well that's good. I don't have to worry about upsetting him if I take off for a while myself. I thought to myself. I flipped the note over and quickly wrote on the back what I was going to do today just in case he got home before I did.

I quickly grabbed myself a couple cereal bars out of a box in the cabinet, grabbed my keys and rushed out the door. My motorcycle was sitting in the driveway covered in the tarp that Charlie had bought to keep the rain off. At least I didn't have to worry about having a wet ass as I rode it. Trust me, wet blue jeans are not flattering. It makes you look like you fell in a puddle and you're ten times more like to get a major wedgie from it. Seriously, it's not attractive when you have to stop every ten steps to pull your pants out of your ass. I still don't understand how women can wear thongs. I would go insane.

Pushing the thought aside, I pulled the tarp off my bike, folded it up and set it on the porch. My baby was just as beautiful as she was the day I got her. Okay, okay. So I got the bike yesterday. I can't help it though. The bike was gorgeous and I loved it. Though there was something different about it. I tilted my head to the side as I tried to figure out what it was. After a minute it clicked. There was a brand new black helmet strapped to the back of the bike. It was the kind with the full face shield. Charlie must have gotten it for me at some point. Got to love the man.

I finally decided it was time to stop admiring my bike and actually ride it. Good thing I had a motorcycle when I lived with Renee. It wasn't near as great looking as this one but it got the job done. Unfortunately I kind of killed it after I became a werewolf. Apparently my poor little bike just couldn't handle my new found love for speed. After running around as a wolf for a while, speed limits are just horrible. If it isn't fast, it isn't worth my time.

I straddled my bike, slipped the key in the ignition and fired her up for the first time. Let me tell you something. No other vehicle could ever beat the sound of a bike's roaring purr. The sound of a well tuned engine is just amazing. I quickly threw on my jacket and helmet, backed my bike out onto the street and took off. The bike roared as I sped up. It easily reached speeds over sixty miles an hour in just a few seconds. Oh yes, I definitely loved my new bike.

I drove around the side streets for a while before finally going into town. As I stopped at one of the three traffic lights, I felt the eyes of people staring at me. A quick glance revealed a group of teenagers. Possibly all around my age. I smirked at their awe struck faces and, as the light turned green, took off again, popping a wheelie as a went. I know it probably wasn't the best thing to do but I couldn't resist the urge to show off a bit. I blame the wolf.

After driving around for a few more hours, my stomach decided to tell me that a few cereal bars wasn't going to be good enough to fuel my now ravenous appetites. If there is one bad thing about being a werewolf, it's the amounts I have to eat just to remain functioning. So, in order to please my growing stomach, I stopped at one of the few restaurants I had come across.

Stepping inside, I pulled my helmet off, ran my fingers through my hair and quickly found a seat. As I sat there waiting to be waited on, the group of teenagers I had seen before came bursting through the door. "The bike is out there, so the rider must be in here somewhere." One of the guys said to the others. "Yeah. I wonder who it is though. I've never seen that bike before so the rider must be new in town. I wonder if it's Chief Swan's daughter. She was supposed to have arrived the other day," replied one of the girls. Her voice was high pitched and rather annoying. It made my head hurt. The two guys in the group laughed at that. "No way, Jessica. There is no way a girl could have pulled off a wheelie like that," said the blonde male. Sexist bastard. My inner voice said venomously.

My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a waitress at my table. "Hey sweetie, what can I get for you today?" She said kindly. "Can I get a steak, rare, an order of fries, an order of onion rings, an order of mozzarella sticks and a coke please? Oh and a salad as well. Ranch dressing." I replied, smiling at her. "Feeding an army there, honey?" She asked with a small laugh. I chuckled as I shook my head. "No, ma'am. I just happen to have a very high metabolism." I said. She smiled again as she jotted down my order. "Alright, honey, you hang tight and I'll be right back with your coke." She said before she left me alone again to my thoughts.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit with you?" Came a timid voice from next to me. I glanced up to see the other girl from the group standing next to me. She was almost as tall as I was with long straight black hair, dark brown eyes and glasses. She seemed rather shy. "Sure why not? Wouldn't you rather sit with your friends though?" I asked, gesturing to the group that had, by now, seated themselves at another table a little ways away. The girl sat down across from me and sighed. "Not really. They're being idiots and I really don't want to be around them at the moment. And sitting by myself is kind of sad," she replied. "Oh, I'm Angela by the way. Angela Weber," she continued as an afterthought. I smiled at her kindly. "I'm Bella Swan." I replied. Her eyes widened at that. "Wow, really? I didn't think I would get to meet you until tomorrow at school," she exclaimed. I shrugged at her comment. "I needed to get out of the house and figured now was as good a time as any to ride around and get to know the streets." I said, nonchalantly.

We were interrupted by the arrival of my order, at which the waitress got Angela's order as well. I couldn't help but snicker at the look on Angela's face. I suppose the amount I ordered would stun a human in the very least. "Can you really eat all that?" She asked incredulously. I nodded as I cut into my steak. "High metabolism," I muttered. "So, who are your friends?" I asked calmly. "Oh, the brunette girl is Jessica Stanley, the blonde boy is Mike Newton and the dark haired boy with glasses is Eric Yorkie. We all go to Forks High together and were all Juniors this year." She replied. I sighed to myself at that. Great, I'm destined to be in the same year as a sexist little prick. This year is going to be just lovely. "So what are you driving anyways?" Angela asked me. "The black Harley outside. It was a coming home present from my dad." I replied.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them 'cause the next thing I knew I was getting my eardrums blasted out by an excited squeal from beside me. Jessica had snuck up to the table whilst I was distracted and caught that part of the conversation. "Oh. My. God. I knew it! That wheelie you pulled earlier was absolutely rad! It was like totally amazing! Like I was just telling Mike that you totally had to be the one that was like riding that motorcycle earlier. You're the only one here who seems like you are into that kind of thing. It's like totally awesome. You're Bella Swan right? 'Cause I like have totally never seen you around before." I swear, I already wanted to sew her lips shut just for the amounts of "like's" and "totally's" coming out of her mouth. I glanced helplessly at Angela.

Angela just grimaced at me and mouthed "I am so sorry." I guess I really couldn't fault her for the actions of her friends. Though I knew right away that Jessica was going to make my school life a living hell. At the sound of her squeal, Mike and Eric took that as a sign to come over and eaves drop. "You really own that motorcycle out there?" Mike asked as he blatantly checked me out. I fought back my urge to gag as he threw on what he must have thought was a sexy smirk. I nodded as I turned back to my food. Good food deserves to be eaten, even in the presence of unwanted company.

"So, you're Bella Swan huh? If you ever decide you want a man between your legs instead of just a bike, let me know." Mike continued. I felt really bad for Angela a moment later because, right as he said that, I was taking a big drink of my soda and ended up spraying it all over the poor girl. "Oh Goddess, Angela, I'm so sorry." I coughed out, trying to clear my airway. My nose was burning from the soda. Apparently, when you're choking, soda will find its way out of any hole it can. Angela shrugged as she used a napkin to dry off her face. "Don't worry about it, Bella," she said softly. Mike and Eric were howling with laughter while Jessica merely looked disgusted.

When the boys finally calmed down, Mike started smirking at me again. "So, what you think, Bella? Want to take me up on that offer?" He asked in what he must have thought was a suave tone. I shuddered in revulsion. "Hate to break it to you, Mike, but unless you change your sex and grow a pair of tits, it's not going to happen. And even then I seriously doubt it," I grumbled at him. Angela started giggling at the rejected look on Mike's face. Eric busted up laughing again and Jessica, surprisingly, just looked relieved. I think she had a thing for Mike and was worried that I would be competition. Not hardly.

I quickly finished my meal during the silence that followed my little statement, paid my bill, bid them all farewell and left. I never was a people person anyways. Outside the diner, I straddled my bike, threw my helmet back on and headed home. The ride gave me time to think. I didn't doubt at all that my rejection and ejection of Mike would be all over the school by lunch time tomorrow. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. Got to love the sarcasm.

Charlie still wasn't home by the time I got there. I guess the fish were biting. I made him something to eat for when he finally decided to come home and stuck it in the fridge for him. There, good deed done for the day. With that I hauled myself upstairs to my room. As I lay down on my bed my mom flashed through my mind. That's right. I forgot to call her. It's been two days. She's probably frantic. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and called her.

After assuring my mother that I was fine and that I had already staked out part of my new territory, I told her about meeting the group of kids. She laughed loudly when she heard how I rejected Mike. Yeah, Renee knew I was a lesbian. She had always been very open - minded about it. Even went so far as to try to hook me up with the daughters of some of her friends. I didn't take her up on the offer though. After a few more minutes of chatting, we said our goodbyes and ended the conversation.

I glanced at the clock and sighed. It was already nine at night. Charlie had gotten home sometime during my phone conversation and I could hear him moving around downstairs. I sighed again and glanced out my window. It was raining again. No run for me tonight. As much as I love the freedom, wet fur just wasn't appealing to me at the moment. With that decided I figured I'd just go to sleep. I had school in the morning anyways. Best not introduce my classmates to Bitchy Bella on my first day there. I smirked at that thought, rolled over and quickly fell asleep.

Author's POV

As Bella slept easily in her room, she had no idea of the figure standing just at the tree line staring up at her bedroom window. The wind ruffled the figures wavy bronze locks as his eyes narrowed and a frown graced his features. She had no idea of the sinister thoughts that ran through his head at the unforeseen prospect of her being there. She didn't know that she had moved onto his territory and that he would defend his territory at any and all costs. With one last glare at her window, the young man turned and, in a flash, was gone from all sight.

Well people there you have it. My third chapter. Can anyone guess who the strange figure is? Why does he hate Bella so much? What is he? I introduce the Cullen's in my next chapter so, to all my readers, have your heads up for the drama that is sure to come.