AN: Originally I was going to have more than just one scene in this segment but when I thought about it, and thought about how the first chapter of 'Twilight' ended the other scene seemed unnecessary. Therefore this is quite short.

Chapter One: First Sight (part three)

Dealing with Ms. Cope took little time. I could barely focus on replying to her few questions knowing that Edward was waiting for me. Seconds ticked by quickly, my heart was resolved. His crooked smile played in my memories on repeat and I was overexcited at the thought of him waiting for me. The looks from the other students marred my otherwise perfect feelings. I tried not to dwell on them when I exited the building and walked straight towards him, he smiled down at me. I was just about to open my mouth to talk when a hand flew from out of nowhere and clutched my arm roughly. Edward's face twisted into confusion and anger staring at the assailant I couldn't see.

My arm was pulled, yanking me around and a clear voice viciously rang out, "Bella?" I looked up at a loss for words. I was being hauled in the opposite direction in seconds, my confusion causing my slow reflexes to finally pull themselves together and I tried to plant my feet. Unfortunately I wasn't strong enough to stop the attack.

"Rosalie, stop, what are you doing. Where are we going?" I asked. She didn't answer just kept tugging me along. I realized she wasn't going to stop until she reached her destination. I turned my head around to look for Edward. His hands were in fists, an unknown emotion playing across his face. My own face turned apologetic, unsure what was going through his head, "I'm sorry, err, bye." I called.

Rosalie tugged me rougher, huffing at my words. We were around one of the buildings, shielded from the other students when she let go and spun around to face me. The face I had thought of as beautiful was now scrunched up in disgust. Her previous kind words now seemed like things another woman had said. I was sure my own face was reacting in horror. She noticed my shock and relaxed her face slightly. "What in the world are you thinking?" She screeched. I expected her voice to be smooth, as it was before, but instead it came out in a yelp.

"Wha- What are you talking about?" I whispered, staggered.

"What were you doing talking to HIM?" she shouted.

I shook my head, what was her problem? Did she know him? Have a claim on him? What about my brother? What was he to her? When I didn't answer she lowered her eyes, glaring me down. "He's in my biology class," I mumbled, feeling like a small child being chided by an authority figure. I looked away from her eyes.

"Oh," the voice from when I first met her returned; surprise now present. I looked up in relief wondering if her face had relaxed; it had. "You don't know," she mused. A frown pulled her mouth down, "I'm sorry Bella, I didn't realize…"

"What are you talking about?" I struggled around her mood changes. When Emmett talked about Rosalie he had painted a vibrant picture, he had told me much about her playful anger but this had not been playful in the least.

"Bella, thank God I grabbed you before you did anything further. If Emmett had seen you, been in my place… You don't know how close you were…" My eyebrows creased, what was she talking about?

"Emmett?" I asked looking around for a sign of my brother, a sign of any stable, rational people.

"Yes Bella, Emmett. You know they've fought over much smaller things."

"Fought?"

"Bella, look at me," her voice raised a little. I turned back to her, "You don't know who you were talking to do you?"

She sounded sure of herself, it wasn't really a question but I did know who I had been talking to, "Uh, Edward."

She smiled but it didn't touch her eyes, "Yes, Edward, Edward Cullen."

My heart significantly stopped altogether, picking back up in haste and chugging along at an irregularly faster pace. Cullen, Cullen, Cullen, it thumped. My eyes glazed over; my palms started to sweat. I repeated her words over and over in my mind trying to force them to make sense with all I had learned from today. The Cullens were awful, mean people. Edward was a kind, lovable soul. The Cullens had ruined my parent's marriage. Edward had touched my skin and turned it to flames, in all the right ways. The Cullens fought and hurt my brother. Edward had made me feel whole. Edward wasn't Edward he was Edward Cullen. He was a Cullen. They didn't fit, nothing fit. I knew Rosalie was calling my name but it took her shaking my shoulders for me to really see her again.

"Bella, are you okay?" I shook my head no but she ignored that, "You're brother will be waiting." She took my hand in hers and led me back the way we had come. I could see Emmett; he was standing just outside the truck looking around for me. I could see the childish smile breaking his face when he saw me and Rosalie. He took a step forward as we, at Rosalie's hurried pace, closed the gap.

"So how was your first day Bells," I couldn't focus on his question just yet. I turned around to look back at the guidance building. Edward was still there, still leaning against the brick. There was another boy with him now, and Edward was staring back at us, though I couldn't see his face clearly I could feel the anger somehow emanating toward us. His mouth was moving and his eyes flew away from mine when he noticed me looking. He stared at the boy next to him and his mouth moved faster.

Rosalie squeezed my hand, trying to convey some hidden meaning, before letting go. I turned back to my brother his face was expectant, "fine," I mumbled. He blinked between the two of us, his best girls.

"Awe, kiddo, did someone give you a hard time?" his face became hard and serious. You didn't mess with Emmett's girls, or Emmett's family and I fit both. He loved me, wouldn't let anything bad happen to me, wouldn't let anything hurt me. But Emmett couldn't fix what was hurting me now. My heart was shattering under my flimsy rib cage. I could feel a hole piercing the center, could feel a hurt that he couldn't fight off. His arms circled me in a bear hug, which did make me feel slightly, not better but slightly… normal; slightly like I had when he had dropped me off this morning.

Rosalie thankfully butt in, "No, Bella's fine, just a long day. Don't worry Em." He let go of me and I stumbled around and into the passenger side of the truck. I took another look at Edward and his friend. They were just walking off now, heading towards the parking lot, where I was. I looked back at my brother; he was giving Rosalie a chaste kiss, mumbling something in her ear. She nodded and walked a few cars away to get into a red Porsche. Emmett watched her, sighing and then turned back towards me and got into the truck.

Edward walked past us followed by his friend then. They didn't look up, just walked in a hurry to their own cars. Emmett scowled out loud as they passed. He started the truck and backed out away from my first taste of the Cullens. I remembered how Emmett had warned me yesterday about them, how I had shrugged him off. Back then I only thought you could hurt someone physically or mentally I hadn't thought there was something worse they could do to me. Didn't know that a heart could shatter…

Emmett turned on the radio, I was surprised it worked in a truck as old as this; he was humming along to a melody as my mind played around with my emotions. I had told Edward today had been the best day of my life now I realized it was something else, it was the worst.

AN: Now on the subject of the family feud, heck if I know what it was over. In fact I've been pacing, something I do humiliatingly often, trying to piece together why two very different families would dislike each other so much. The Swans are a simple lower middle class family; a father who's a cop and a mother, miles away, who teaches. The Cullen's on the other hand are a rich family; a father who's a doctor and a stay at home mother who enjoys renovations, gardening and cooking/baking. In 'Scribbler of Dreams' the families feud over a death and property but unfortunately these reasons don't fit with the story I'm weaving. So I wonder if I even need to have a reason they don't like each other. It bothers me not to know. The story feels incomplete without this reason because revealing the reason would be a perfect ending or at least part of the perfect ending. I do have to mention that the fight has only worsened because of Emmett, Edward and Jasper who constantly fight with each other and prolong forgiveness.