I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner. I had to go upstate and my laptop didn't get an internet connection. Thanks to my reviewers. I really appreciate the reviews!
Yes, the Cullens are vampires in this story. I cant really picture them as humans.
And yes, Bella's cuts will affect Edward more. This chapter is named after Highschool Never Ends by Bowling For Soup.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of the characters. They all belong to the genius Stephenie Meyer. I am only borrowing them for a little while. I also do not own apple ipod or Prozac.
So, on to Chapter 3. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Highschool Never Ends
Bella's POV

Thankfully, Forks Highschool was not difficult to find. I parked in front of the main office and walked inside to get my schedule. The woman behind the desk had red hair and glasses. Her name tag read Ms. Cope. She new immediately who I was when I gave her my name and handed me my schedule as well as a map of the school, eyeing me closely.

I walked back to my truck and parked in the student parking lot, staying inside for a little while so that I could memorize my map and schedule. I glanced up and noticed that the parking lot was nearly full, now. I took a deep breath and climbed out of my truck, attaching the key to the chain on my pants.

My first class wasn't hard to find. I had English with Mr. Mason. Everyone gawked at me, making me turn a deep shade of red. I sat at the back, but I was still stared at. I couldn't concentrate with so many eyes on me. I plastered that ever calm look on my face showing no emotion.

Finally, the bell rang. As I was gathering my books, a geeky looking boy with jet black hair came up to me. "You're Isabella Swan, right?" he asked shyly.

"Bella," I corrected.

"I'm Eric. Would you like me to walk you to your next class?" he was blushing a soft pink.

"It's okay, I think I can find it on my own," I didn't want to hurt his feelings but, I would rather be alone.

"Oh, okay," he gave me a sad frown and turned to walk away.

As I walked out of class, once again, all eyes were on me. I kept my head down, my eyes on my feet as I made my way to my next class.

The rest of the morning passed in pretty much the same manner. This one girl with huge, curly, brown hair named…Jessica? had trigonometry and government with me. She started talking to me and boy could this girl talk! I couldn't get rid of her like I did with Eric. Just smile and nod, Bella. I kept telling myself. She didn't seem to notice whether or not I was truly listening, which was a good thing because I most definitely was not! All this girl could seem to talk about was herself and trust me, she was not a very interesting subject.

I was okay as long as I didn't have to speak about myself. Actually, I didn't have to speak at all. Just smile and nod. It was, of course, a fake smile that I wished she would notice and leave me alone because of, but she didn't. Self-absorbed, much? She asked me to join her and her friends in lunch, but I politely declined, saying that I would just go inside to buy a water because I had to make a phone call from my cell phone. I would rather stay in my truck than listen to her ramblings for a whole other period or be grilled by a bunch of nosey kids.

I hopped into my truck and turned my ipod on full blast as I waited out the period.

About halfway through the period, I noticed three shadows a few cars down. They were standing outside of shiny silver Volvo. I gasped when I saw there faces. They were each so beautiful.

There were two boys and a girl. The girl was small and resembled a pixie with spiky black hair. Her face was exquisite. She was holding the hand of one of the boys. He was extremely tall and handsome, with blonde colored hair.

On the girl's other side, was one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen. No. I was positive that he was THE most b-e-a-utiful creature that I had ever laid eyes upon. He had bronze colored hair that was gloriously disheveled, intense topaz eyes that stood out against his pale skin.

As a matter of fact, they each had topaz eyes and pale skin. The three were so similar, yet completely different. Their strikingly beautiful faces seemed almost inhuman. Especially the bronze-haired boy. I gasped again at his beauty.

I realized that I was staring, so I shifted my eyes to my hands and began to sing along to the song that was currently blaring through my headphones. I loved singing and was told, by my friends in Phoenix, that I was good at it. Well, they were my friends.

I had never been a very social person, but I actually did have a few friends before it started happening. After that, I started to push everyone away. We had all been in to the same things; music, instruments, and skateboarding (the one thing I could do without falling so much. But I guess it was all the practice).

I looked up, to see the pixie-like girl and her boyfriend- I guessed that's what he was- staring at me as if they had heard me. I stopped singing and looked away, quickly turning crimson. I hadn't thought I was being so loud.

When I looked back, they were still staring, only now, the beautiful boy was staring as well. He had a confused, yet awed look on his face. The look turned to frustration, though, so I turned away again. Leaning my head against the window and closing my eyes, I began to hum quietly to my music, letting the color fade from my cheeks. Why had the boy stared at me that way?

I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, tuned out the world, and tuned in the music. I loved music with a passion and didn't know what I would do without my ipod. I need it more now, that I had stopped playing.

At times, I really missed it. Renee had talked me into taking my guitar with me, as well as my skateboard, so now they were sitting in my room. I just couldn't bring myself to use either of them anymore. It was as if all the joy they had once brought me, had been sucked out. Dr. Jones said it was one of the symptoms of MDD.

When it was time for my next class, which was biology, I climbed out of my truck, reluctantly. I kept my head down as I walked to class. Counting my steps. 1,2...1,2,3...1,2...
I was a little late, and everyone turned to look at me. I thought that there must have been something wrong with me. Didn't I meet their expectations? Probably not. I made my way over to the teacher, Mr. Banner. He signed my slip and pointed me in the direction of the only available seat in the class. To my utter surprise, the seat next to mine was occupied by none other than the beautiful boy from the parking lot.

As I made my way down the row of seats, I looked up to him. He was glaring at me for some reason that I couldn't fathom. His eyes were cold, his expression, furious. I looked away, quickly and tripped over someone's bag. I heard the kids giggling. One mean looking blonde girl cackling louder than the rest.

My face flushed furiously as I took my seat. The boy moved as far from me as the desk would allow. I put on my indifferent façade as I pulled out a notebook and pen.

He clenched his jaw and took hold of the edge of the desk, looking like he was about to break it. His nose was wrinkled as if he smelt some foul odor. Inconspicuously, I smelled myself, but didn't smell anything bad. I smelled like my strawberry shampoo. I just kept my head down and let my bangs cover my face.

I sensed his eyes boring in to me. I turned to see him still glaring at me, with even more irritation in his cold black eyes. Black eyes? I could've sworn they were a different color. I thought I was just imagining things, it wouldn't surprise me, anyway. Maybe I really do need a psychiatrist as much as Renee says.

I, subconsciously began to twirl my pen with my fingers, out of boredom. Suddenly, he clutched his head in his hands. He appeared to have stopped breathing. "Mr. Banner, may I be excused. I am not feeling well." his voice sounded strained.

"Yes, go," Mr. Banner said. He looked shocked, as did the rest of the class.

The boy rushed out of the class room, extremely fast.

After class, another boy came up to me as I was putting my books away, he had spiky blond hair and a baby face. "Isabella Swan, right?" he asked. Unlike the first boy, this one seemed confident.

"Bella," I corrected automatically.

"Bella," he repeated. "So, what'd you do to Edward Cullen?"

"Was that the boy that was sitting next t me? Um…I don't know" I said. Edward Cullen…

" Yeah. I'm Mike, by the way. What class do you have next?"

"Gym," I stated. Please don't ask to walk me to class!

"I have gym too. Would you mind if I walk with you?" he seemed so self-assured. As if he knew I'd say yes. Sorry to burst your bubble, but...

"Actually, Mike. I think I need some time alone. I have a rather big headache," I said, with as much politeness as I could manage.

"Would you like me to take you to the nurse?" he seemed concerned.

"No. It's okay." It wasn't a lie. I did actually have a headache. I thought I was home-free today. Ugh.

Gym was my last class, so I headed over to the main office to hand in the slip with my teachers' signature when it was over. Upon entry, I saw Edward Cullen talking to the receptionist. They hadn't noticed me, so I just stayed by the wall, waiting for them to finish. I over heard their conversation.

"Is there anything that you could do to change my biology class?" his voice was smooth as velvet. I could not believe that this was all about me. What had I done to him to make him hate me so much?

"I'm sorry, dear, but all the other science classes are completely full," she said in a motherly tone. Just then, the door opened and a breeze blew in, swirling my bangs around my face. A girl had come in and gone to the back, into another room.

Edward turned to glare at me, he looked like he was having an internal discussion with himself. He was about to say something to me, but winced and then turned back to the receptionist, saying, "I guess you can't do anything for me. Thank you. Bye." He rushed out of the door. What in the blue hell did I do?

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shuddered. "Don't touch me," I shouted, as I shoved the hand away and turned around.

Jessica looked a bit taken aback by my outburst. "I'm sorry, Bella," she said in a small voice.

"Umm…its, uh, okay," I struggled to find words. "I, uh, have to…go." I handed Ms. Cope the slip and nearly ran out of there and over to my truck, tears filled my eyes. Great. Now they probably think I have anger management problems.

As I drove out of the parking lot, the tears started to roll down my cheeks. I couldn't be touched without freaking out. Will that ever change? God, I'm such a freak. I continued to sob the whole ride home.

(A/N) So, did you guys like it? I wanted to do something different than the first sighting in the lunchroom and Edward just leaving at the end of the class.
Also, about the guitar and skateboarding, I like the idea of her actually being able to do something aside from falling and I wanted to make her MDD a little more real. The research that I did, showed that one of the symptoms is the loss of interest in doing the things that give you pleasure. So, now, she can't bring herself to play the guitar or skateboard.
Please, please, review! I want to know what your thoughts are!