Author's Note: Ok you guys! I was surprisingly happy with all the reviews and favorite author/story alerts. As a present, I decided I will have recent and frequent reviews with this story. So, here is chapter 3:

BPOV

I ran out of my last period: algebra. I ran to my locker once the bell rang. I was in a rush to open my padlock. It took me three tries just to get it right. I'm freaking excited! Rosalie, Alice, and I will finally see each other since the last day of summer!

I shoved each book I didn't need in my locker shelf, and every book I did need in my bag. Good thing it was Friday, since us freshman get less homework. I slammed my locker door and pushed my padlock back in to place.

I ran through the hallways, in a hurry to see my besties. I accidentally bumped in to the cheerleading sluts near the exit of the hallway. Bad move Bella…

"NERD! YOU PICK THAT UP RIGHT NOW YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Lauren screeched at the top of her lungs. She pointed to her pile of books on the floor.

Ok, now I was pissed. I was in a good mood to see my besties until she had to come along the same hallway I go through.

Pissed, I yelled, "What do you want little slutty whore! Oh, and thank you for calling me bitch, because that stands for 'beautiful intelligent talented cute hottie!'"

Lauren stood there, shocked at my comeback. I didn't care if she yelled at me in front of anyone. I was pissed now. She could bitch me off if she wanted too. She's just a slut for crying out loud!

"WHAT THE FUCK?! DO YOU WANT TROUBLE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT? DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN!!!!?" Lauren screeched with anger.

Edward suddenly came from the stairs. He looked at me to Lauren. "What's going on babe?" Edward looked at Lauren.

Lauren glared at me while saying to Edward, "This excuse of a female just told me off! What are YOU going to do about it?!" Lauren pressed.

Edward bit his lip, then turned to me. "Why are you giving Lauren shitty comments about her? Why don't you…" He sighed before he said the last dreading comments I heard from him.

"Look at yourself before you talk shit to anyone. You can't be better than anyone else…" He looked down. I was speechless. I felt like I wanted to crawl in the tiniest hole, cry until I died. The love of my life, told me off. It broke my heart like hell. I ran away from them, down the stairs. Tears stung my cheeks like his words stung my heart. I stumbled in to the seat of my truck and lifted my knees in the air. I leaned my head on it, sobbing, thinking of the last words I could ever hear from Edward Cullen.

EPOV

I looked down, Bella in shock. I just did the most horrible thing in my life. I heard the footsteps of Bella running away. My heart sunk to my stomach. I just didn't want to breathe right now.

"Good boy Eddie boy!" Lauren purred in my ear. I shoved her away. She shoved my hand back to my side, and said, "Don't mess with me, asshole. You better not be talking like that to me now! Forget that fucking little nerd. I'm yours!"

I hissed under my breath, "I want Bella instead of you…"

Lauren snarled at my words. "NO! You and Bella weren't made for each other. That little bitch doesn't deserve you. And anyways, too bad! I'm yours, and I keep YOU!"

"Fucking little idiot…" I muttered at Lauren.

"You want to say that again?!" Lauren screeched. I decided not to….

"Good boy… better meet me at my place later." Lauren grumbled to me. She left, and I looked at the spot where Bella had been standing, two minutes ago.

BPOV

I turned up the radio to calm me down. I don't think it's good for me to drive and cry at the same time. According To You by Orianthi was playing on the radio. I sighed in relief, and smiled. One of my favorite songs to calm me down.

Tears were still smeared and stained all over my red hot cheeks. The knee part of my jeans was stained with wet tears, and my hair was a little frizzy from turning my head too much on the head of the car seat.

I made a turn to my foster home. I parked the car in front of the house. I jogged over to the front door, and turned the key in to my living hell.

I ran upstairs to my room, and closed it. I turned the lock, so my foster parents won't come in and start yelling at me like always. I figured they were at a liquor store.

I brushed out my hair, then washed my face so it didn't look like I cried. I looked at my face to see it healthy and clean, but not perfect. I rubbed moisturizer on my face, then looked at the scar my foster parents left me. I grabbed my kit of concealer, and took a sweep at the powder, luckily, it will blend in with my pale ivory skin. I swept the brush up and down, and reluctantly, the scar was covered.

I slid on my glasses, added a red headband to my brunette hair, and looked down at what I was wearing. I didn't want Alice to be disappointed the first look she saw me since the last day of summer break. I was wearing a red t-shirt, and in the front, it read, "Greenday 4ever." I was wearing under it a long sleeve black top. I was wearing slim pants, and red converse. I wore a black sweater, and tied my hair up in a ponytail. I looked in the mirror. I did look nerdy, but the outfit was plain enough for Alice to say "okay."

I grabbed my bag which contained my iPhone, concealer pallete just in case my scar started to show, address book, gifts for Rosalie and Alice, and my lucky bracelet my grandfather gave me before he passed away.

I galloped down the stairs to find my Jakey munching on an apple. "Bye bro. I gotta meet up with my besties today. It's Rosie's birthday."

"Ok Bella, be safe! Tell her I said happy birthday for me please!" To me, Jacob was like a dad, since he was taller, buffer, and well, manner to me.

"Ok Jake, see you later." I patted his head, and left. I jumped in to the driver's seat of my truck, and turned on the engine.

~At Café~

I arrived at Rosalie, Alice, and my favorite café: Le café de Bella. My friends thought the name of the café was nice, since it reminded them of me. They also love the bakeries inside like me, too. I walked in to find my best friends at a table already.

We all screamed in joy, and hugged each other. We greeted Rosalie happy birthday, I gave them their gifts, Rosalie two, since it is her birthday, and we all sat down at our usual table.

Surprisingly, this is the moment I'm finally happy, since the first day of school. We all talked about our schools, and how bitchy high school was. I had it hard the most.

"So, Bells, how is it with you and Edward?" Rosalie hummed while Alice "oohed" like how a third grade class would "ooh" their classmates when they found out one boy like a girl.

My face instantly dropped. I can't help but look sad. "Um, I don't feel like talking about Edward right now…"

Both Alice and Rosalie gave each other a look, and then they looked at me. "Bells, what happened?"

I sniffled, then I spilled out everything, from the first day, to today, and how worse it had gotten from day one to now. Rosalie and Alice's face dropped as I spilled each horrifying, yet, depressing detail.

I stopped. They looked very depressed now. "I'm sorry you guys, I shouldn't be depressing you like this", I sincerely said.

"It's okay Bella. Let's just talk about your music writing. Any new good songs?" Alice was really good at making people forget about a horrifying topic.

I smiled, and took out my iPhone. All my songs were in there. Actually, my iPhone held many musical apps, from my notes filled with song writing, to a drum app I love to use.

Both Alice and Rosalie scrolled down the songs. After about three minutes worth of looking at all my songs, they looked up at me, and smiled.

"Bells, you are one talented sweetie!" Rosalie complimented.

Alice nodded her head. "Agreed. Let's not forget we can't just read this music while someone is just sitting there, not singing…"

Oh no. They are going to make me sing. Shit! "You guys, not here…"

Rosalie pouted. "Please Bells? At least for my birthday? Pretty pretty please with a… a… guitar on top?" Rosalie questioned her last set of words.

I laughed at the cheesiness of the phrase. "Fine, but only because there is a guitar on top." I chuckled out the words. Alice and Rosalie giggled with me.

They handed me back my iPhone. They told me to sing my last song. I scrolled to find the last song, reminding me of Edward Cullen.

I sang the first three lines of my song, hitting each note perfectly.

"Bells, you still got it. One thing has changed though." What had changed? Does my voice sound sad??

"Yeup. I agree with Rosalie. One thing has changed: your voice has gotten better." Alice chimed. I giggled, replying with a "thank you."

I looked around the café, to find a man in a business suit, watching me. He looked like he was in his late 20s, his black hair was slimmed back with hair gel, his skin was a little pale like mine, he had a 'police looking' mustache below his nose, and his eyes were brown, staring directly in to mine.

I looked back at my friends. They were too busy telling the waiter what they want for Rosalie's cake.

"No, Alice, it's okay, I just want a single layer cake." Rosalie complained.

"No Rosalie! I will pay for the extra layer so it's alright!" Alice insisted.

Between Rosalie and Alice, I don't know who would win in this kind of an argument.

"You guys! Seriously, you are arguing over a layer of cake?" I pressed. They both looked at each other. Rosalie sighed. "Ok, sorry Alice. You can get me the extra layer of cake…"

Alice smiled. "Ok." Then she gave Rosalie a birthday hug. The waiter went back to the 'employees only' door, and all of us looked at each other.

Suddenly, the man who was staring at me a minute ago, came over to our table.

"Hello there girls." We all looked at each other first, before we spoke in a unison, "Hello…"

"I just had to say, I hear YOUR singing, and I would like to have a word with you." The man was talking to me. I looked at him in shock. I didn't really know what was happening, so I looked at my friends, before getting up from the table.

I walked over slowly with the man by the exit door. "So, you heard my singing?" I asked the man.

He nodded, amused. "Your singing is beautiful. Something like the old day rock and roll, but renewed and much better to fit this era. I would like you to sing for my record company. This is a huge offer to think about, and I will give you time to think about this. You have talent young lady—" The man suddenly paused, his expression looked a little shocked. He studied my face, but then look down.

"Here is my card. Please give me a call if you would like to sing for the company. I leave on Sunday at noon. Think about it Bella…" How does he know my name??

"How do you know my name?" I asked, a little scared if this was a stalker. He chuckled, and said, "You're face tells me you are, beautiful…" This was creepy. I don't even know this man and he is calling me beautiful.

"Think about it…" He then left the conversation right there, and walked to his car in the parking lot. It was a Volvo, which reminded me of… him…

I stood there, staring at the card. Charlie Swan read the card. There lay his phone number and the address of his record company. I smiled. Somehow, I feel connected to this guy.

~At Home~

I entered my living hell, and closed the door gently. It was 8:30 pm. My parents must be wondering where the hell was I.

"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN!!!" Yelled my crazy ass foster father. I was scared as hell now, because he was holding a knife in one hand, and beer in the other.

"Yes?" I asked in a small voice. Dammit, I just want to get the hell out of here…

"You get your little ass up in your room right now! Jacob told me where you were. I don't want you to be hanging with your little bitchy friends when you needed to do your chores!!"

"YOU FUCKING EXCUSE OF A FATHER! I DID DO THEM! WHAT, HAVE YOU BEEN DRINKING TOO MUCH THAT YOU LOST YOUR SIGHT?! YOU DO NOT EVER CALL MY FRIENDS 'BITCHES', AND I DON'T NEED TO BE HERE ANYMORE! I'm leaving this crappy house!" I yelled in anger. Before my father could even try to kill me, I ran upstairs as fast as I can, in to my room, and reluctantly locked my door. I heard my dad stumbling up the stairs, drunk. He mumbled inappropriate words as he did, and pounded on my door, yelling, and threatening me to get my "ass" out there. Nope.

I grabbed one of my tote bags, stuffed it quickly with clothes, albums from my favorite band, some make-up, and my other stuff from earlier in my bag. I grabbed one last thing I wanted before I left: a photo of me and my friends.

I opened my window. I knew Jacob was on his way home because I could hear one of his crazy big ass friends driving their monster truck. I jumped out, well, more like fell out. I landed in to two warm arms.

"Bella? What the hell were you doing?" Jacob scolded me.

"Jacob, I'm out of here. Please don't get mad at me, but I'm having a shot at becoming famous. Dad is pissed, so promise me to stay away from him. I love you Jakey, I will keep in touch. I don't want to leave you, but my heart is waiting for me in L.A." I touched his warm, sad face.

He smiled. "Please promise me something Bella. Have fun in L.A. Please live your life the way it should be. DO not get hurt out there in the real world. Most importantly, please don't forget me." I had tears forming in my eyes.

"Of course not Jakey." I kissed his cheek, and hugged him. "Be safe."

I hopped in to my car, and drove away, hearing Jacob walk in to an angry household. I then passed by Edward Cullen's house. I saw him in his room, kissing Lauren Mallroy. I sighed in grief. He was happy with her, but not me. This will be the last time I will see the love of my life, who hates me like my nemisis. I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them.

"Love is like heaven, but can hurt like hell." I sang to myself, remembering it was my favorite quote of love. That's how I feel of Edward Cullen. I then left the town of Forks, on my way to L.A. I'm leaving my life here for my heart there.

Author's Note: Ok everyone, I hope you enjoyed. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I tried to make this chapter as long as possible, but as always, I never want to keep my readers waiting. Plus, I got so much reviews that I wanted my post to be quicker. What about this: If I get more that 10 reviews, you will get a quicker post. More than fifteen: longer post. More than twenty: quicker update and longer post. Hope you guys are excited to see how Bella will change. I am skipping to a year ahead of Bella becoming famous. Stay tuned for the next chapter! Love ya'll.