Disappointment

I can't believe I cried. It wasn't like he'd hurt me, or said anything nasty. But I cried. I sat on my bed, reading a battered copy of Wuthering Heights yet again. Reading got me out of this reverie; and that was definitely a good thing... I think.

"Bella? Did you put my dinner on the table?" Charlie called form upstairs and laughed. "Really Bella, thanks. I haven't had a proper meal in ages."

I smiled to myself. The simple things in life impressed Charlie. Renee said something about Charlie not doing much in the house and being a bit lazy. I didn't mind doing the chores, if anything I liked doing it."Don't worry dad, I don't mind doing it."

"Aw shucks Bells, I don't deserve a daughter like you. You're just like your mother you know." Charlie could only say these things because I was upstairs; I wasn't face to face with him. He was so awkward in those lovey-dovey situations. It was probably why Renee left him, come to think of it.

I sighed and leant back in my bed, submerging myself in Wuthering Heights.

That night, I waited for Alice. I was excited to see her again; I had so many questions to ask her. Most about Edward, I admit. But I was simply curious. Why would be so friendly with me, and then be so angry? But I had to hold my questions until she came. She said she would last night.

I sat, and I waited. The hours passed. Midnight came and went, and so did the following hours. Around the time of 4am, I gave up and drifted to sleep.

"Bells? It's your first day of Forks High School today." Charlie patted my head to get me to wake up. New school... in Forks. I'd dreaded this day. I'd be the centre of attention. Great. "By the way, there's a present for you in the driveway."

I got up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, grabbed some breakfast and walked outside to find my present sitting in the driveway.

"Dad! You got me a truck?!" I shouted, running up to the orange Chevrolet. "Oh my God! I love it Dad, thank you so much!"

"S'alright Bells. I got it off Billy, Billy Black. You remember him? He used to come round with his two daughters and son. Yeah, his son rebuilt the engine."

"Billy, yeah I remember Billy. Rachel and Rebecca right? Yeah, I remember them. Was it Jacob, Billy's son?" I remember them visiting in the summers that I used to come stay at Charlie's.

"Yeah, it's Jacob. You should go see them sometime; I'll give you their address if you want. Right Bella, you better get to school. You know where it is? Here are the directions if you don't." Charlie handed me a tattered piece of paper with hand written directions on them – something that I'm sure Renee told him to do.

"Right, Dad I better go. See you." I waved goodbye to an awkward-looking Charlie, he grinned back. I heaved the door open and jumped inside. Break, clutch, gears, wheel, right.. I got this. The whole truck shuddered as I hit the clutch. I had that feeling that today was going to be a long day. I looked at the directions with tired eyes and began driving through the dull, lifeless place that was Forks.

The truck faltered. The orange piece of metal had shrugged to a stop in the lay-by. Crap. I pumped the clutch a couple more times, it coughed like a lifetime smoker, but didn't accelerate. I whacked my head against the wheel and my hands followed. I really didn't need this right now. I wanted to get to school and get it over with. What a great first impression that is.

The instructions showed that I wasn't too far away, a mile tops. I could walk that easily... I think. Slowly, I opened the door and slid out, bashing the door stupidly hoping that I would teach it a lesson. I laughed at my idiocy.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. Surely you know that you should leave a little earlier with a Chevrolet this old." To my surprise, and dare I say delight, Edward Cullen was casually leaning against my car.

"There's nothing wrong with the truck." I growled defensively, crossing my arms like a stroppy child.

"Sure, that's why you're in such a delightful mood." Edward grinned sarcastically at me, his golden eyes gazing into mine. "It's broken down, hasn't it...?"

"Yeah, yeah it has. Stupid piece of junk." I kicked the wheel hub in anger, while all the time Edward laughed at me. "What?" I turned to face him again, but I couldn't stay angry for long. I wish I could've though.

"Let me give you a ride to school. My car will get you there no problem. And don't worry about you're... 'Piece of junk', my brother will take care of that. Will you take a ride with me this time?" He sighed, meanwhile taking my bag from me and tossing it lightly in to the open door of a silver Volvo that I guessed was his.

"I'm not sure Chief Swan's going to be happy with this." I grimaced, passing Edward to get into his car.

"Chief Swan knows me and my family, I'm sure that he will be very happy that I came to your rescue." Edward winked.

The interior of his car was sleek and new; it made me jealous. Although, despite it breaking down, I was starting to make a bond with the truck, however much of a monstrosity..

"Too hot? Too cold?" Edward asked, pulling out of the lay-by at a ridiculous speed, leaving my truck in a sorry sight.

"I'm fine, thanks." I gulped. My heart was beating fast, way too fast. I was sure he could hear it because it was basically breaking out of my chest. I shrunk back into the leather seat and focused down in my lap; I felt his gaze.

"Welcome to Forks High School Miss Swan." I peered out the window. We'd already parked, and he was already out the car, opening my door like a chauffeur. I raised my eyebrows.

"I swear there was another mile to Forks High School...?"

"Not that long, I just drive quickly."

"I'll say..." I got out the car to have a few less than one hundred kids staring at me as they leant on their cars. "Why's everyone staring?"

Edward put my bag on my back and closed the door behind me. "I guess it's because you're new, and your with me. See, I'm not a big socialite." He grinned. As we walked to what I knew now was the school entrance, people's eyes followed me and Edward. I felt so self conscious; I nearly ran to the door.

"Isabella Swan! What a pleasure to have you here! Charlie's done a lot of great work in the town. Oh, Mr Cullen... how's Carlisle?" The lady at reception seemed a bit awkward in Edward's presence.

"Oh, yes, yes he's well Mrs Hope. Although, lately he's been working overtime at the hospital."

"Well, send my regards. And Bella, dear, here's your timetable."

"Thanks." I side, looking at the lessons I had. Edward took my arm and pulled me out the door gently.

"So what do you have, damsel in distress?" I saw that the whole rescuing thing wasn't going to go away for a while.

"Er, I have Chemistry, Spanish, English, Calculus and Gym." I sighed loudly as I read out gym. I hated it. I don't think there has been a lesson in which I have nearly impaled a team mate with a racket or bat of some kind. I was literally dangerous.

"You're with me most lessons. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing..." He trailed off in thought; I sighed.

"Bella!" A blur of black hair ran towards me. "Oh Bella, hey! I am so sorry I didn't come last night. I had to go out..." She gave me a hug.

"That's okay." I laughed. I didn't know whether to believe that or not. But I thought best to.

"Anyway, I have to go. Talk soon okay?" She hugged me again, and then sprinted off to a tall, blond guy at the other side of the corridor. I asked Edward who he was.

"Jasper, he's Alice's boyfriend. Anyway, let's get to chemistry."

"Wait, I have to tie my hair up, we're probably doing an experiment, right?" I began pulling the strands of hair into a high pony-tail.

A bare neck with the blood that I want so badly pulsing beneath. I can't breathe, I won't breathe. I would never endanger her life simply for a couple of minute's pleasure. Her scent so potent, so strong. Can't resist...

"Edward?" In a flash, he was gone. I didn't see which way he went. In the same instance, Alice was at my side, in his place.

"Don't worry about him, he-he didn't feel too well today." She grimaced, scowling in, what I presumed, was the direction that Edward went.

There was something about the presence of these two people. Something that fascinated me. Something that always would fascinate me. They were different; that I was sure of. But just what are they? That question needed to be answered.