Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and two characters. *pouts sadly*

*Hides in corner in shame* I'm so so so so sorry. My family from Pennsylvania was visiting and I thought I'd have a chance to write, but I didn't.
This chapter is really long. Its my way of showing my sorry.
So on with the chapter. I now present you guys with: Meeting The New Guys.


The next day, as Alice, Rosalie, and I headed towards the main building,I noted three unfamiliar guys in a group standing by an equally unfamiliar silver Volvo, staring. Two of them were staring Rose and Alice, and another one was staring in my direction. 'Must be the new guys' I thought.

At first, I just turned back around to mind my own business but my curiosity got the best of me.

I did a little half turn and stifled a gasp at what I saw. I tried to not make it obvious that I was staring.

Really getting a good look at them, I noticed they were all very handsome. There was no denying that fact itself. There was a curly black-haired guy, a dirty blond-haired dude, and a guy with crazy bronze hair.

The one with black hair was huge and about 6'4. He wasn't huge in a fat way but full of muscles, intimidating way. From what I could see, he had light green eyes that were full of happiness with a smile and dimples that showed he was childish. Even if he did look friendly now, I wouldn't want to meet him in an alley. All in all, he was very attractive.

Standing next to him was a blond. He was tall and lanky. You could tell he was about 6'3 and toned. He wasn't anorexic skinny but very lean. His eyes were a clear ocean blue and hair that reaches his chin. He looked full of emotion, like he was effected by the emotions around him. Over all, he was good-looking but not my type.

The last one, with the copper hair, really caught my attention. He was tall, probably 6'3 as well and toned. His hair was messing in a just-rolled-out-of-bed way and a very original color that sat on top of his head. His eyes were an emerald green, outlined with dark long lashes. He had a half smile on his face; one that took my breath away.

Trying not to be too noticeable since they were still staring our way, I nudged Rose and Alice to get their attention towards these mystery guys.

They stopped their conversation mid-sentence and raised their eyebrows quizzically at me.

Nonchalantly, I tossed my head in the three guys' direction; trying to get the girls' opinion on them. "Look over there. What do you think?" My whispering must have caught their attention because they very slightly shifted to get a peek.

Hearing them gasp in union, I let my eyes venture to see their reactions. I could tell that Alice and Rose were shocked by their appearances too, so I immediately felt better about my similar reaction and the mild attraction towards them.

The fifteen minute warning bell must have knocked them out of their trance. Next thing I know, I hear them exclaim in sync, "They're totally gorgeous!"

I feel proud of myself when Rosalie says, "Nice pick, Bella. Didn't know you had it in you." Her smirk pissed me off slightly but I just choice to ignore it and smile.

"Thank you Rose. Now if you two would stop staring and close your mouths, that'd be great. I think you're creeping them out." I risked glancing at the three good-looking guys again and saw that they had turned away and looked to be in a deep discussion.

Finally, Alice speaks up excitedly, "Come on, girls. Lets strut our goods and make a memorable impression."

Of course Rose, being the confident and beautiful one, automatically agrees. Me, on the hand, denies and tells them to go ahead without me.

"No Bella! There's three of them, three of us; its perfect. One for each of us. I know you're smart, do the math. So naturally, we're gonna call dibs on who we prefer so we know which guy is off limits to who. I think that seems fair." After sneaking another glance at them, Alice turns around with a small smile implanted on her face. "So on the count of three we're gonna hold up the number on our fingers I assign to each one." Evidently all this is coming from the little pixie and I know not to mess with her so I silently nod obediently.

Taking charge, Rosalie begins to talk. "So the huge muscularly dude is one, the guy with the freaky colored hair is two, and the blond guy is number three. Be truthful. Okay, one, two three!"

Alice's hyper response, of course, came first. She held up three fingers; signaling the blond.

With a slim finger flicked in the air, Rosalie wanted the dark-hair one. Leave it to Rose to want the freakishly huge guy to see if she can overpower him.

With my two fingers in the air, it showed that I wanted the guy with the heart-breaking smile. I always did like the guys that were a little bit different in their appearance.

Luckily no one picked the same guy which means that there wasn't going to be an argument any time soon. I sighed in relief and it seemed the two girl were doing the same thing.

"Okay, its settled. Now we know who wants who, we have to make them want us and make ourselves irresistible. Lets go!" At Alice's arrogant statement, I quietly scoff and walk beside them dutifully, trying to look poise and calm.

As we walk head toward the main doors, I feel everyone's eyes following us, but there's one that's more intense than the others. Discreetly, I turn to identify the stare and ended up looking into the mystery guy's captivating eyes. I think I accidentally stare longer than necessary, and feel my face and neck tingle with warmth. Hastily I whip my head back around and head to class, not daring to look back again.


After this morning, the day continued on regularly and uneventfully. Slowly walking to lunch late, I hope Rosalie and Alice aren't too pissed at me since this is the only time we see each other.

There was only one time I did this and they definitely weren't happy about it. I remember that one time I spent the whole lunch period in the library tutoring a student. As a punishment, they forced me to the mall and tried on everything in my size at Victoria's Secret. It was hell. Since then, I've never been late to lunch; today being the only exception.

Finally reaching the cafeteria, they swung open to reveal one of the most annoying person. I may be a nice person but I can only stand so much. When Lauren Mallory looked up from examining her nails to see me in front of him, she simply gave me a look of disgust and jealous and continued on her journey. Turning around, I just shook my head and walked to the round table containing my best friends, in the middle of a conversation about the newest fashion technique.

Plopping down in a vacant chair, I waited until they finished up the conversation at hand and established that they knew I was currently there. I quietly drew imaginary shapes on the somewhat clean table and hummed to myself to keep occupied.

Being the more observant one, Rose greeted me first. "Hey Bell. What took you so long to get here?"

"You weren't in the library again tutoring were you? Because you know what happens when you do that without telling us. Remember last time?" Leave it to Alice to threaten with shopping at Victoria's Secret, a task I hate doing with a passion.

"Of course I remember what happened. It was like hell for me, how would I forget?" Rolling my eyes with much exaggeration, I could only hope I got my point across.

"So I noticed that you had a nice face-to-face meeting with Mallory. What was that all about?" Rosalie asked, not looking up from pulling apart a disturbingly odd-colored roll that was given to us by the cafeteria. Some times I think they're trying to kill us with the food they serve us.

Thinking back to the look on her face when I passed by, I chuckled under my breath. "Oh I was just opening the door, almost hitting her, and there she was; examining her nails like the most important things. When she finally looked up, Lauren gave me this look of disgust and jealousy. Let me tell you, green is not a flattering color on her! So I'm just standing there, not saying a word, when she just pushes pasted me and continues staring down at her precious nails. I'm just glad I didn't have to listen to her nasally voice." By the time I'm done talking, Alice and Rosalie are giggling. Probably imagining the look of jealousy on Lauren's face. Its a priceless and hilarious image.

Rose is the first one to speak up. "Even after three years of this, she still thinks that she is the best to walk the halls of this school. I can't believe that she doesn't understand that we're most popular then her. Well I can believe it but its still funny when she's strutting around like she's the It Girl."

Alice's bubbling laughter is contagious and I cant help but agreeing with what she says. "Its like she thinks that she's doing us a favor by her letting us in her very presence! If anything, she is lucky that anyone is even putting up with her." Its a known fact that that the guys only talk to her because she's easy. Everyone but her seems to know that.

My curiosity got the better of me once again today, and I made the question that I didn't plan to share a known question. "I wonder if the new guys have gotten acquainted with her yet?"

We all shrug simultaneously and get lost in our own thoughts. Alice, who is facing the door looks up in surprise and excitement, and mumbles, "speak of the devil." Rose and I look up and try not to stare at the beauty that has just walked through the doors. All three of us shyly turn away to not look obvious. Then I notice, my two best friends, the most confident people I know are nervous around guys they've never talked to once. For once, I don't feel so different compared to them.

At once, we all look up and share a knowing expression. Hurriedly, we throw the trays away and rush out of the cafeteria, hoping that its not too visible that we're trying to escape them. What we didn't know is that all three of them were watching them leave with hurt expressions written across their faces, having hoped to talk and get to know them.

What they didn't notice as they walked away was: Emmett was checking out Rosalie, Jasper was admiring Alice, and Edward was watching Bella go; trying to think of a way to talk to her without being neglected.


After getting out of the cafeteria safely and hopefully unseen, the three of us were hanging out in my car; listening to music and waiting for the bell to ring so we could just get this day over with. Originally, Alice and Rose planned to head back to Alice's house since her parents weren't home, but I had a pretest in my sixth hour class, Biology.

The shrill ringing of the bell signaling the end of lunch interrupted our insignificant talk about the gossip of the celebrity world. Jumping out of my car, we all said our goodbyes and parted ways.

I dreaded going to my next class, knowing that I might completely mess up my pretest. Hopefully I can use my skills from last year and the guess-and-check strategy to even out my chances of not flunking my quiz. I doubt that the Mr. Banner will take a serious grade on these since most students are just going to randomly bubble in.

As all this was going through my thoughts at an unusually fast pace, I didn't notice that I was approaching the science classroom. Walking through the door, I saw that at top of each table was two pieces of paper. One on each side of the blacktop. Since yesterday was the first day and all, the teacher let us sit wherever we pleased. But later told us that there was going to be assigned seats so not to get too comfortable with your seat buddy.

I glanced at the slick white card stock strips looking for my name. After about fifteen strips, I was prepared to give up when the words 'Isabella Swan' written in thick black writing caught my eye. At the third seat back, closest to the window was my seat and my partner was already in their chair. Relieved to sit down, I didn't notice the foreign but familiar hair color of the person.

My breath hitched in my throat when the student looked up and stared directly at me. In that moment, I got caught in the pools of emerald that were the eyes of one of the new guys. It must have been my imagination because he seemed to be stuck in the same trance. There was a loud sneeze from somewhere in the room, but it thankfully prevented me from embarrassing myself any further.

Blushing a deep pink, I quickly but carefully walked to my seat besides the mysterious gorgeous male, looking down so he wouldn't see the full extent to the brightness of my face. I slowly leaned down to get all the supplies needed for the class period and waited for my facade to lose it's extreme color.

With my facial features back to their original color, I dared to look at this amazing-looking creature besides me. He was turned towards me, watching my expression with a concerned look on his beautiful features.

"Hello. I'm Edward Masen. And you are Bella, correct?" His voice really struck me hard and I had to remember to breathe. It was a silky velvet with a touch of a British accent bounded in. I recognized it from yesterday in the hallway when I dropped my books.

Nodding and looking down shyly was the only thing that I could manage at the moment. I could tell that Edward was very unsure as what to say, so we just sat in silence. I knew I shouldn't be so shy around him, he's just like any other guy. And with any other guy, I'm always oozing with confidence. Taking a deep breath and thinking of this guy as any other, I turn towards Edward and smile boldly.

"So since this is a small town, I know everyone in it. And since I've never seen you around here, I'm presuming that you're new here?" The confidence in my voice is something I haven't heard since the end of last school year.

He glances at me in mild surprise; I guess because of the sudden change in my personality. "Yes, I am. If you know about me, I am assuming that you've heard about the arrival of my two friends as well?"

"The blond and huge one? Of course I've seen you three walking around before school. Who wouldn't--" I was cut off by Mr. Banner walking into the room and calling the attendance to know that everyone is here and in their respected seats.

After attendance, Mr. Banner went on to explain the process of the pretest we would be taking. "Okay, you guys! No randomly bubbling in the bubbles on the scanner sheet. I am taking this for a grade." everyone groaned. "But! You will be graded depending on if it looks like you really tried. If I can tell you actually attempted the questions, you will get a good grade! You may begin when you get a paper." He then proceeded to pass out the test and went back to sitting at his teacher's desk to read a book.

All throughout the rest of the hour, I tried to concentrate on the sheets in front of me but I was vaguely aware of Edward sitting two feet away. Sighing, I checked over my answers and realized I did as good as I could. Hearing the sounds of zippers zipping up, I looked at the digital clock on the wall and saw there was three minutes remaining in class.

With the last few minutes left in class, Mr. Banner took the opportunity to have the students pass up the scanner sheets. "Okay, class. Pass up your papers. People in the front tables, separate the two sheets into two stacks and just leave them in the middle of the table." The bell sounded as he was done with the sentence. Several people raced to the door. "You're all excused to go. See you tomorrow!"

I was just finishing packing up when I noticed that it looked like Edward wanted to say something. I raised my eyebrows in question, hoping he'd speak his mind. Someone upstairs must really hate me because Mike decided to make his presence known.

"Hey Bella, wanna walk to class with me? I'm heading towards P.E too." He didn't even wait for my response before he put his grubby little hands on my right arm, leading away from Edward and toward the gym. Not even getting the chance to gaze behind me at Edward, I just sighed and focused on freeing my innocent arm from Newton's hold. Pretending to sneeze, I raised both hands to my mouth; therefore making Mike release my arm.

His attempt to be casual was extremely pitiful and I couldn't resist the eye roll that couldn't be held back. "So what are you doing this weekend?" Ugh! This again. I can't believe that he doesn't understand that I don't ever want to go on a date with him. Apparently his question was rhetorical because again, he didn't wait for my response. "I was wondering, would you want to go to din-" We stopped in front of the doors that separates the locker room and I partially turned away from him.

"This is my class. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, I just walked away. Like him, I didn't wait for an answer and stepped into the girls locker room.

Thankfully, the whole hour went along without any other single person injured, because of me, or myself getting injured. A success if you ask me.


Rosalie's Point Of View (Sixth Period)

I huffed in boredom and watched at people watched me walk down the halls. This normally makes me feel like a movie star but right now I'm too preoccupied to bask in the attention.

Sighing, I walked to the back of the room and to my desk in math. Heaven forbid that the teachers give us a damn day off. I mean come on! Its only the second day of school. Why do we have to work? Once again huffing as I take a seat, someone stupidly decides to share their opinions. "Wow, that's like the second time you huffed. You have a probably with the joys of math?"

Following sound of the voice, I snap my head in the direction of this insane person; ready to give them a piece of my mind. "You know-" I stop dead as I see the face of the guy I called dibs of this morning in the parking lot. I can tell by his patient expression, that he's waiting for me to finish. But I can't. I'm too shell-shocked to say anything.

When he waves a strong hand in front of my face, I know I've been staring and have to snap out of it. "You okay? Cause when you turned around, you basically had steam coming out of your ears and now you can barely speak. I know I'm sexy but you don't have to stare." He, of course, smirked at me and I could feel myself falling into his trap. 'Oh my gosh! What's happening to me? Rosalie Hale is always composed in front of guys. I've gotta snap out of it now and come up with a witty remark.'

"Whatever, you keep believing that and when it comes true, come find me." I know my comment isn't up to my regular intensity but give me a break, he's stunning.

"Hey no need to pretend that you don't want me. You know it. I know it. Why not just embrace the fact?" There he goes again with that dazzling smirk. This time, I'm more prepared and don't swoon again.

Rolling my eyes, I decide this has gone on long enough. "So you're new here. Never seen you around here. And I know I would have remembered someone as huge as you before. So who are you?" I purposely put a slight edge in my voice so that he understands that I'm not some easy whore.

"I'm Emmett. Emmett McCarty. Who are you, gorgeous?" Giving me an actual smile this time, I see the dimples in his cheeks form. Thus making his almost irresistible. I don't know if he's doing this on purpose or not, but I do know he's damn good at it.

With a striking smile thrown in his direction, I flip my hair over my shoulder. "I'm Rosalie Hale. But my friends call me Rose." With one more smile in his direction, I turn in my seat and face the front, a small smile on my facade. With that, the bell rings and class starts. The old-ass teacher slowly hands out the work sheets and we work on the problems on the page individually.

Halfway through the first problem, a folded up piece of paper coming flying from over my shoulder; landing in the corner of the desk. Knowing its most likely from Emmett, I carefully open the note to see; 'Does this mean I can call you Rose?-Em' written in chick-scratch writing.

Smiling, I quickly reply with perfect penmanship; 'I don't know, I barely know you. ;)-Rose'. After refolding the paper, I nonchalantly, I throw it back without looking. Knowing it will obviously land in the middle of his desk.

Moments later, his reply is smack in the middle of my desk. Quietly unfolding it, the scribble writing reads; 'Don't you worry, all that's gonna change.-Em'. Reading it over once more, I delicately fold the paper and stick it in my binder. Remembering the worksheet on my desk, I go back to working on finishing the almost impossible math problems so I don't end up with homework on the second day of school.

Finally completing the whole thing; front and back, I stand up and strut towards the trays full of math papers. Dropping it down, I examine my faultless work, and smile in satisfaction. Just as I sit down and get ready to leave the bell rings.

Everyone piles out of the room, eager to leave; leaving just the teacher, Emmett, and me alone. Heading out, I feel Emmett's burly hand gently but securely take a hold of mine and pull me back. I fall into his chest, breathing unevenly.

"I'll see you later, Hale. Don't miss me too much." With the tucking of a strand of hair, his fingers lingering, he's let go of my hand and heading out the door. I take one deep breath and follow him out the door. The only difference is I turn the opposite way and head towards my last period class, Spanish.

The whole hour, I am thinking about the feeling I got when Emmett touched me. Thinking about it so much that I don't notice a complete hour pass and the day over. Whoops. I guess when I was in such deep though about Emmett, I didn't realize that Señor Rodriguez passed out our pretest from yesterday.

Below my name was a huge 'F 28%! See me before class tomorrow!' written and circled in dark red ink. In that moment, I vowed that I wouldn't let Emmett distract me again. If all my assignments in this class I ended up doing that bad, I'd never get into college. College is one of the very few things that can't be persuaded to my advantage by flaunting my good looks, so I have to study and do a good job in classes. So much for just sliding by my senior year.

I picked up the test and the rest of my stuff, and headed out the classroom door into the hallway.

With my test in hand, I pushed my way through the crowds of people and walked towards Bella's Ferrari to meet her and Alice there. Tonight I needed a serious girl talk with my best friends. And if I didn't know any better, I think Bella and Alice will need it too.


Alice's Point Of View (Sixth Period)

After the over-exaggerated run away that me and the girls made, I couldn't wait for the school day to be over. Thankfully my sixth hour class, Psychology, was easy and painless.

I was one of the last students in the classroom and quickly I took a seat, as to not be questioned on my tardiness. Luckily the teacher wasn't in the classroom yet and I could just slide by without getting caught.

As I was leaning over in my seat, gathering my pencil and a notebook to copy the notes on the board, a picture of a pretty girl smiling away from the camera floated down by my backpack. Gently picking it up by the edges so I wouldn't touch the picture itself, I casually flipped it over to find any indication of who the owner was. In slick black pen it read; 'Maria, Girlfriend of 2 years. Before the move'.

"Um excuse me. I'm sorry to disturb you, but have you seen a picture of a girl with brown hair and blue eyes?" This came from a smooth voice behind me. I looked up and my eyes locked with the blond from this morning in the parking lot.

I smiled and flipped the picture over so it faced him. "Is this it? Because I just discovered it on the floor."

"Oh, yeah it is. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done if I lost this." The effortless smile that he shot my way was so contagious that I couldn't help but smile back.

"You know, you should be more careful with where you throw your pictures. Someone might not be as generous to give it back. If you don't mind my saying, pretty girlfriend." I could feel the smile sliding off my face as I realized that I beautiful guy that I called dibs on this morning was taken. And I definitely wasn't going to be a home wrecker and move in on this innocent girl's boyfriend when she wasn't even here to know.

For some reason his smile was more forced then effortless. I guess he just misses her and wants to be back home. "Thanks." I could of sworn I heard him mumble something along the lines of; 'its not like she'll be my girlfriend next week'. "Oh I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. I'm Jasper Whitlock. I'm new, as you can probably tell. You are?"

I just shook off his muttered comment. Gazing up into the endless depths of his oceans blue eyes, I felt an immediate connect to him. "I'm Mary Alice Brandon. But I prefer to be called by my middle name, Alice."

"I agree. You look more like an Alice than a Mary to me. But its an honor to meet you Miss Brandon." I could feel myself being pulled into his newly lit effortless smile. With that, he looked down so he could place the photo back into its residence in the clear film covering his binder. After staring at it for a minute, I caught a glance of him looking back up at me as I was turning around in my seat.

The rest of class, I finished copying the notes describing the patterns in behavior, thought, and emotions in individuals. With a few extra minutes to the end of class, I thought about Jasper's comment. He said she wouldn't be his girlfriend next week. Either way, if she was going to still date him, I had no interest in him. I don't want to be a home wrecker or the rebound girl that is eventually just thrown to the side. I wasn't going to be that girl.

Just as the bell interrupted my previous thoughts, I promised to not get too involved with Jasper. I know I could easily care for him, but I didn't want my heart stomped on. Heading towards the room door, I felt something or someone brush up against my arm. Looking up, I saw the hair of Jasper. A shiver traveled up and down my spine a couple times and I was temporarily paralyzed. Moments later, my senses returned, much to my relief.

"Sorry Alice. I didn't have any intention of bumping into you. Are you okay?" His concern for me made my heart flutter in happiness.

Nodding nonchalantly, I verbalized my condition. "I'm okay. It was no big deal. Your arm just rubbed up against mine for a second. Don't worry, this is no life threatening situation." I smiled up at him gently to show that I indeed was alright and not harmed.

His breathless chuckle may have been short-lived but I was intrigued by the sound nonetheless. It was like beautiful bells ringing. "Sorry, I just don't want to hurt you. Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Alice."

To me, it sounded like his first comment had a double meaning but I just brushed it off and waved goodbye. The rest of the time in my last class, I tried to concentrate on anything but Jasper. Surprisingly, I succeed.

When the last bell rang, signaling the end of the day, I elegantly walked to Bella's car to meet her there for a ride to her house. Seeing Rose was already there, I sped up slightly to reach the car faster. "Hey Rosie. Where's Bells?"

With the shrug of her shoulders, she returned to filing her nails. Starting a conversation about the shopping trip we were going to take soon, we passed the time as Bella took her time to meet us.


Bella's Point Of View

Exiting my last class, I couldn't help but notice two people secretly whispering back and forth. Thinking nothing of it, I continued my journey to my car to meet Alice and Rose. I was giving them a ride, like any other day, back to my house so we could hang out.

As I walked forward, I noticed the unique color of the guy's hair. Stifling a gasp, I recognized him as the new guy, Edward. And he was talking to Tanya Denali, a slim girl with strawberry blond hair and pale blue eyes. She was incredibly stunning. It didn't surprise me that they have already met and we getting to know each other. Personally, I thought they'd make an amazing couple. And a powerful one at that.

Continuing to my friends and Ferrari, I willed myself not to get upset about Edward. I mean, he's not mine and he can hang out or date whoever he pleased.

Knowing he'd be easy to fall in love with, I decided to not get my hopes up when it comes to him so I am preventing any hurt that I figure will come later on. I know I'm not good enough for someone like him so why tear myself down trying to be someone I'm not?

Brushing Edward from my thoughts, I arrived at my car in its parking spot. Leaning on the hood of it, was Rosalie and Alice. I could tell they had the same expression of defeat on their faces. Making a mental note to as them about it later, I made my presence known. "You guys ready to head home?"

Snapping their heads towards me, Alice and Rose smiled. "Lets go. This place is torture. And its only the second day of the year." Leave it to Rosalie to be sarcastic without a simple greeting.

With her hyperactive attitude a little forced, Alice felt the need to comment. "Two days down. Only 178 to go."

Smiling sadly, we all got in the vehicle. Starting the engine, we headed to my empty house. The only thing heard the entire car ride was the purr of the engine. It was going to be a long brutal night. I can feel it.


Okay, that was double the amount of the whole story in one chapter. Its my apology for taking so long when I promised this two days after Chapter Two. So please forgive me?
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-Flexy