So chapter 4...

Edward finally sees Bella! yay :) it's so weird writing from his point of view, you know since guys describe and think of things differently than girls do (obviously) but, hopefully im getting better at it...let me know what you think!

also, someone asked me if Edward was going to be Bella's singer, and the answer is YES, i'm writing this fanfic for personal pleasure and hopefully you guys enjoy it as well...but since I'M the one writing it certain things wont be the same, like SPOILER (i guess) there will be no love triangle between Edward, Bella, and Jacob

i really hope you guys are enjoying the story b/c im enjoying writing it :)

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!*****STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS ALL CHARACTERS AND THE WONDERFUL TWILIGHT SAGA*****!

EPOV

I woke up before the alarm; all the rain last night slowly ticking away at my window kept me from sleep until gray light was already filtering through the fog. I rolled over and pressed my face into my jacket that was balled up on my pillow; the scent of incense and lavender still clung to the fabric and for a few seconds I could convince myself I was in Arizona. I sighed and pushed myself up onto my elbows, rolling my neck and stretching my back, then rolled out of bed and landed in a push-up position.

After twenty push-ups and my alarm finally going off, I got to my feet and shut off the clock. My shaving kit and soap was already in the bathroom, so I grabbed a towel from the hall closet and turned on the hot water. I looked into the mirror, waiting for the water to warm up, and stared at my reflection. A slight smile seemed permanently pulling at my lips, and my deep green eyes I inherited from Renee suddenly reminded me off the moss that was slowly covering every square inch outside. A frown pulled at the corners of my lips and I pulled my shirt over my head.

The water was warm, so I soaked up as much heat as I could before stepping out and bracing the cold tiles, and the colder weather outside. My muscles began to loosen just as the warm water started fading, so I quickly stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist.

There was a small window beside the mirror and I grimaced at the fog curling across Charlie's back yard. Renee's words of reassurance came back to me, Just wait until your first week, Forks will have you wrapped around its cold fingers soon enough…

"Doubt it," I mumbled.

After shaving, brushing my teeth, and gelling my hair, I went back to my room to get dressed. My phone chirped on my bed just as I was pulling on a black sweater and I checked the screen to see I had seven text messages, four emails, and two voicemails.

I flipped through the messages, surprised that Renee had figured out how to text without my help.

Renee called again and I spent half an hour talking to her around bites of an apple that was in a bowl on the kitchen table. She was enjoying Jacksonville already, Phil was traveling and she was going to meet up with him at practice tomorrow. I comforted her nerves about my first day, telling her that I would be fine when really, it was all show because I hated being the new kid and I knew today would be far from the school at Arizona.

"Well, honey I'm sure you'll be fine," she tried to laugh, "make some friends, someone might remember you from when you visited last…"

"Yeah, maybe," I grabbed a glass from the cabinet poured some orange juice, "I got to go though, school starts soon."

"Okay sweetie, love you."

"Love you too, mom."

…

I drove in silence on the way to school, ten minutes after flipping through the radio stations and only coming up with old folk songs, I settled for the staccato symphony pittering away at my windshield. When Billy and Jacob had stopped by last night, they brought this old truck as a homecoming gift. The fender was dusted with rust, and the some of the paint was beginning to chip, but the engine ran and there were brand new snow chains on the tires so I was grateful. Besides, having to ride in a police squad car to school in the middle of the semester was not what I wanted my first impression to be.

The parking lot was mostly empty; a few vans and even one of the brand new smart cars that my truck would easily crush to scrap metal. A large, black Jeep growled into one of the front parking spots, and I carefully slid out of the driver's seat; making sure not to step in any puddles.

Rain was beginning to mist onto the sidewalks, and I looked over to see a huge guy jump out of the Jeep. His black hair matched his eyes, and he must have been insane for walking around with just a tank top on. In one of his large hands was an expensive looking leather jacket; while in the other hand was the waist of a smoking hot blond. Her eyes were black as well and her hair was curled just above her waist. I ducked my head when I saw the guy glaring at me from across the parking lot and stepped into the office building.

"Edward Swan?"

I turned to see a middle aged woman behind the front desk, "yes ma'am."

"Here are your schedule and a map of the school," she seemed flustered as she pushed the papers towards me and began rummaging around a file cabinet.

"Thank you," I turned on my heel and ducked out of the office again.

The rain had begun to fall in thinker drops when I pushed open the office doors, and I hurried across campus to my first class. There was a coat rack by the door, and I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it on a peg. There were a few empty seats in the back of the room and I gratefully took one beside a girl that seemed engrossed in her cell phone. I stepped over a few bags and slid into the seat just as the bell rang. The girl who was initially checking her makeup in the front camera of her phone, now whipped around to see someone was in the seat next to her.

"Hey, that seat's…"

I began picking up my stuff, realizing I probably took her boyfriend's seat, "oh, sorry—"

"No, no, no," she laughed and pulled on my arm, "I meant umm…that seat's normally empty…"

She chewed her lip and blinked her thin eyelashes at me, while I dropped my bag back to the floor, "you're sure?"

"Absolutely," she said just as some girl with a large camera stumbled into the room.

Jessica threw a narrowed glance at her and the girl's shoulders slumped as she settled for the seat at the front of the class. I felt bad for the girl, but decided to not move since Jessica was still gripping my arm.

"Um…"

"Oh, sorry," she gave a warm smile and removed her hands.

Class passed with a blur, I took notes, was introduced to the class, and had a few giggles bubble up from Jessica when I caught her staring at me. Spanish was simple, considering it was a lower level class than what I was taking in Arizona, and third period was music theory, which was basically me, getting to play piano for an hour. It was nice being able to pour over my music again on a real, concert-level instrument.

"It sounds beautiful, Edward," Mrs. Thomas walked up beside the piano as I finished the last two chords of a piece I was improvising.

"Thank you," I smiled back at the teacher and grabbed my stuff.

"You know, we're having a talent show next month, you should play one of your pieces," she beamed at the idea.

I tried to be sincere when I turned down her request, but the bell cut me off and I grabbed my map out of my back pocket and headed for the cafeteria. Somewhere along the way, Jessica caught up with me and the girl from first period was following close behind.

"Hey, Edward, you should eat lunch with us," Jessica grinned and touched my arm for the third time today.

I resisted the urge to pull away my sleeve from her pink nails, not wanting to be rude, and smiled to the girl beside Jessica, "hello, I'm Edward."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Angela," the girl smiled and clutched her camera closer to her, "do you want me to take your picture for the school newspaper? We don't really have new topics anymore."

"Oh, umm…"

"Angela, don't just whip out your camera like that, maybe Edward doesn't like getting his picture taken," Jessica sighed and shook her head, "sorry, Edward."

"Oh no it's fine, but I'd rather not be in the paper," I grinned apologetically at Angela.

Jessica led us to a small line in the corner of the room and I bought a burger and a coke. Angela was already at the table I guessed we were all sitting at and I walked over to the table while Jessica was flirting with a guy spinning a basketball on his fingertips.

"Hey, Edward, this is Eric and that's Tyler," Angela seemed to be hiding behind her camera while she spoke.

"Hi," the both said while keeping their eyes on the door.

I followed their gaze and took a sip of coke, "what are you guys looking at?"

Angela rolled her eyes and nodded towards the empty chair beside her, "Jessica will explain when she's done drooling over Mike."

Just as she was finishing her sentence, Jessica plopped into her seat and took a bite of her salad, "who's drooling over Mike?"

"No one," Angela smiled and went back to her camera.

Jessica caught Tyler staring at the doors and turned to me, "they're waiting for the Cullens, Dr. Cullen's foster kids…Eric and Tyler have a thing for Alice but most guys like Rosalie…"

"Kind of weird names don't you think," I didn't mean to say it out loud, but it was true, "I mean…they're just—"

"Oh don't worry about it," Jessica grinned and patted my arm again, "it's not just their names that are weird…here, look."

I turned in time to see the guy that was driving the Jeep this morning stroll in with the same blond on his arm, "that's Emmett and Rosalie, everyone says they're together…" she trailed off as more people stepped into the room, "and the little brunette is Alice, she's always staring off into space and doodling weird pictures on her paper, oh and the guy next to her is Rosalie's brother Jasper—"

"He always looks like he's about to be sick," Angela jumped into the conversation and Jessica threw her an annoyed look.

"Yeah, but when he's with Alice he seems better," she sighed, "they're together too…"

I finished off my burger and took another sip of coke, "they're all foster kids?"

"Well, yeah," Jessica shrugged, "Emmett, and Alice are siblings, and so are Rosalie and Jasper, but Bella is the only one without a brother or sister—"

"I feel bad for her," Angela sighed, "no one talks to any of them and Bella seems so nice…"

"If you ask me I think she's a bitch," Jessica sniffed.

"How would you know if you've never talked to her," Angela attempted to defend the mystery girl, "you just don't like her because Mike asked her out almost five times and turned him down."

"That's not true," Jessica snapped and stabbed a tomato, "she just seems like she thinks she's too good for everyone here…"

Eric leaned over and pointed towards the door, "that's Bella."

I could tell by the way he said her name with a sigh that he liked her, and when I laid eyes on the girl, I realized what all the fuss was about.

She was beautiful.

Never in my life had I thought of a girl as beautiful; hot, sexy, or pretty, yes, but until now, no one has seemed beautiful. Bella Cullen gracefully walked into the room in a deep purple dress that hugged every curve of her body and surprisingly a pair of black chucks. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders and ended in loose curls at her hips, and her jet black eyes were carefully outlined in shades of black and grey. Her porcelain skin was perfect, and I knew now why Jessica was so sour on the topic of Bella Cullen—never in a million years, would Jessica ever come close to this goddess.