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The next morning, I woke to pounding rain. I rolled off the bed, landing lightly on my feet. Walking over to my closet, I had to think. To go with casual, comfy and warm? Or flirty, light Phoenix clothes? Flirty, light Phoenix clothes, of course. I wasn't planning on getting attached to anyone, but it was important to let them know what they were missing. I pulled out my favorite dark denim miniskirt that made my long, tan legs look even longer. I matched it with a lacy black and white polka-dotted tank top with a plunging neckline. A cute cropped hot pink safari jacket was a must. It gave the outfit a finished look. Hmm. Shoes. Definitely something with a heel. I pulled a pair of 4-inch Christian Louboutin ruched black leather heels out. Perfect. My family had never been rich, but my looks practically were money. The more you had, the more benefits you got. Everyone wants it, and they can't help but be jealous of those who have insane amounts of it. I had a routine all planned out. Flirt with guy, tell him I want something, and when I get it, he's over. It's actually very effective. Cruel, harsh, I know, but what a girl wants, she should get! Especially if the guy is a jerk.

I kept it simple for hair and makeup. I blew out my long, golden blonde hair stick straight, and brushed my long sidebangs to the left of my face. I didn't need much makeup. Dusting on only some foundation, eye shadow and mascara and swiping some berry tinted lip gloss on, I did a 360 in the mirror and blew myself a kiss before heading downstairs.

"Ready to go?" Asked Charlie, taking in my appearance. "It's not that you don't look very nice, but you are going to freeze! It's the middle of November!"

"It's more important to look hot than to feel hot," I said. One of my life mottos. I grabbed my bag (pink, Chanel, quilted tote and one of my favorites) from beside the door and popped open an umbrella. I shrieked once before running out to the car, sloshing through the everlasting water on the ground in my heels. I slammed the passenger door shut, and tossed the umbrella in the back. We pulled out of the driveway, and onto the highway.

I gazed out the window, watching tree after tree flash by. Was there any civilization around? I wondered about the school. Forks High had less people in the entire school than my junior class alone. Everyone knew each other; had grown up together. I would be the new girl, the tan, blonde volleyball chick from the big city. Finally, we swerved off the highway and into a parking lot. I gave the area a quick once-over. If it hadn't been for the banner that read "Forks High School," I never would have thought it was a school. It wasn't even really a school building. There were a series of identical red brick houses; it could have been a suburban neighborhood to an outsider.

People were staring as the Police car pulled into the driveway. Not a good way to make an entrance. Then it hit me. Why not make the best of this "Police Car" carpool? I swiftly leaned across Charlie and hit the siren button, smiling as the blue lights came to life and started wailing. Now everyone was staring, and clearing a path to the front door. Charlie pounded the Off button and was about to start yelling at me, but I nimbly swung out of the car and strutted to the office, feeling the stares on my back.

I pushed the office door open, and it hit the wall with a bang. Walking to the front desk, I paused before speaking to give the receptionist a chance to take all six feet of me in. "I'm new here. Rosalie Hale," I said breezily. "Of course. Charlie's daughter," She said. Miss Cope, her nametag read, looked up at me in awe. "The one and only," I said, smirking. "Well, here's your schedule. Your homeroom is in Building 3. You can get to it going this way…" I tuned her out to survey my surroundings. The office was small; cozy, with a long counter cutting it in half. Through the windows, I could see students arriving and walking to class. "Rosalie? Did you hear me?" Miss Cope asked me. "Um, no," I said, bored. "Well, I hope you like it here. Good luck," She said, smiling weakly. Turning on my heel, I walked back out and towards homeroom.

Finding it was easy. The big black "3" was kind of a giveaway. Standing in front of my homeroom, I took a deep breath and straightened my skirt before flinging the door open. Twenty-four curious, then awestruck faces stared at me. The teacher looked up and smiled. "You must be Rosalie. Welcome," He said. I only nodded. He continued, "Would you like to tell the class about yourself?" "If I have to," I said. "Well, I'm Rosalie Hale, I moved from Phoenix, I love volleyball, my car, and clothes. And yes, this is my natural hair color," I felt the need to add that last part as a result of the fact that every single person in the room was brunette. Or, at least there were no blondes.

"Please take a seat over there, behind Jessica," The teacher said, pointing to a tiny girl with wildly curly brown hair. I gracefully strolled over to my seat, sinking into it before dropping my purse on the ground. Class passed in a blur, and the bell soon rang. I was approached by a tall, gangly boy with greasy black hair and skin problems. "Uh, hi, um, I'm, uh, Eric," He said, his eyes wide. "Uh, um, uh, bye Eric," I said, blowing past him and pushing down the hall. I heard gasps and giggles following me. I was used to this. Most males looked at me like I was something to eat. They wanted me for my looks, not really me. So I just figured we were even if they got me presents.

I was practically a celebrity here. Apparently Forks hasn't had any newbies recently. And no gorgeous blonde ones at that! Everyone was pale, dark haired, and casually dressed. Not exactly miniskirt and $800 shoes. I sat beside that Jessica girl in Spanish and Trig, she was like a little kid in a toy store. Always bouncing and chattering. Ugh, she was going to get annoying, but there wasn't anyone much better to hang out with. I followed her to the cafeteria. She seemed to bask in the glow of attention she got from being associated with me. She led me over to a table full of her friends, including a blonde. She was the only one who looked at me disdainfully, and I glared right back. She was clearly jealous.

"Hey guys, this is Rosalie! She, like, moved here from Phoenix. I'm in her Trig and Spanish class. We were talking, like, all class! We have so much in common," Jess bubbled enthusiastically. I glanced around the room.

Everyone was looking at our table… wait, almost everyone. Except for one table. They were sitting with their backs turned, but from what I could see, there were two people sitting there. A guy and a girl. Why aren't they staring? I whined mentally to myself. Everyone else is, and it's not like they're any better than me. Suddenly, one of them turned and looked directly at me. I stared in shock. He was gorgeous. Messy bronzy-colored hair, intimidating but gorgeous black eyes. Perfect, angular features and perfect, skin. And pale, paler than anyone living in this sunless town. He briefly turned around and seemed to be saying something to the girl next to him. I smirked. Probably telling her how gorgeous I am. He seemed to be smirking too, and they both turned around. I gasped. She was beautiful, more beautiful than me. I felt like crying. Her long, straight mahogany hair fell loosely around her shoulders, framing her flawless, heart-shaped face. Like the boy, her skin was deathly pale, but with a faint blush in her cheeks. She wore no makeup. She didn't need it, she was already perfect. This isn't fair. Some of us are natural beauties, like me, while others pay thousands for plastic surgery. The beautiful boy looked almost angry at something, and wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned in and kissed her softly. She melted into his embrace and leaned against him.

I was jealous. Not only of the fact that they weren't gawking at me like the rest of the grade, and they were both better looking then me, but that they were so obviously in love. I wanted that. Not necessarily the guy, but the feeling. Guys may love to look at me and pamper me, but not love like that. He loved her. He wanted her, not just because she was gorgeous, he clearly would do anything for her. And she loved him back. She had a shoulder to lean on, someone who loved her for being herself.

I turned back to Jessica and her crew, and asked, "Who are they?" She turned to where I was looking and grimaced. "The Cullens. Those are Bella and Edward, and there's also Alice, Jasper, and Emmett," She said. She seemed sour as she said the last name, and I wondered when he'd turned her down. "Wait, they're related?" I asked, shocked. They had just been kissing! "No, actually. All five of them were adopted by Dr. Cullen and his wife. None of them are related, and Bella and Edward, and Jasper and Alice are, like, together. And they live together!" She said. That was strange, I guess. "Have they always lived here?" I asked. "No, they moved from like, Alaska two years ago. Emmett and Jasper are seniors, and Alice, Bella, and Edward are juniors. But they, like, think they're so much better than everyone else. They like, don't even talk to us," She sniffed. Huh. Lucky them.

While I was thinking, three more people had arrived at the Cullen table. The first two, obviously Alice and Jasper, were holding hands. Alice was tiny and pixie-like, with short, inky black hair sticking out in all directions. She was thin to the extreme, but she didn't look anorexic. Jasper was also amazingly beautiful. Tall, toned, blonde- he could have been my twin. The last one, Emmett… Oh. My. God. He was… the best looking without a doubt among all these stunning people. He looked intimidating without even trying. Muscled like a serious weight lifter, and even taller than his blonde brother. He had floppy, dark, curls, and dimples in both cheeks. His eyes, though, were what caught me. They were a magnificent shade of gold, they were warm and laughing. I liked what I saw, and I wanted it. Bad.

I stopped myself. He's probably just another heartbreaker. Besides, it's not like I'm going to be here for more than a year. I'm going back to Phoenix as soon as I can. I will not get attached… But those eyes…

The pixie one, Alice, spoke to the others, and rose with so much grace that I, in comparison, was clumsy. Her movements were more like dancing. The others soon followed, just as gracefully, even the big one… Emmett… I sighed. Maybe I would like him from a distance, I reasoned with myself. It's not like we're going to be in the same classes. There was no reason I had to have specifically him. I was sure there were plenty of guys waiting back in Arizona...

"Rosalie? Are you coming?" One of Jess's friends said, Angela, I think her name was. "Yeah," I said, sliding to my feet. "What class do you have next?" She asked. "Gym," I said. "Okay, well, I have biology, so I'll see you tomorrow," Angela said. "Ciao," I said, heading off to gym. I was stopped by a tall boy with pale blond hair gelled carefully into spikes. "Hey, you're Rosalie! I'm Mike! Welcome to Forks," He said brightly. I groaned inwardly. His confident swagger and smug expression told me I was dealing with another idiot. The worst kind, Mr. I'm-So-Cool-Look-At-Me. "Thanks," I said, my face expressionless. I didn't break my stride, just kept a steady pace. "So, uh, I was wondering. I would really like to get to know you, so do you want to," I cut him off with a sharp, "Sorry, Mike, I've already dated self-important cell phone guy." I left him with his mouth open, standing in the rain. "And by the way, you look like a goldfish like that. Be careful, 'cause I'm a shark," I called out.

Coach Clapp found me a uniform, but didn't make me change. I sat perched on the bleachers, my long legs stretched out flirtily in front of me as I watched my class run laps and stretch and warm up. I barely noticed when someone came and joined me on the bleachers. I turned my head to see none other than Bella Cullen. "Hey," I said to her, silently daring her to say something back. "Who, me?" She said, shocked. "No, the one behind you," I said sarcastically. She blushed, and looked down. "Well, sorry, I'm just used to not… talking and stuff with people around here. You must be Rosalie," She said, quietly. "How'd you guess?" I said, sarcastically, but not bitingly. She seemed nice enough, and I wanted to know the history behind their not-so-pleasant reputation at the school. She laughed, and the sound was almost musical. "Well, you turned down and dissed Mike Newton, that's got to count for something." I smiled, it was a real smile, my first since moving. "So, why'd you move?" She asked. She seemed genuinely curious, not prying. "Ugh. Long story short, my mother got remarried, the new husband travels a lot, she shipped me to Forks for some quality time with Charlie," I said. "And you miss Phoenix," She said. It was not a question, it was a statement. "Yes," I sighed. I did not particularly want to discuss this right now. I immediately changed the subject. "So, did you run over Jessica's puppy or something? She doesn't seem to like you very much," I said riskily. Her face was guarded as she answered. "No, she doesn't. Actually, most people don't. I guess we intimidate them," She replied. I decided to leave it at that. "Why don't you have to participate?" I questioned her. She blushed again. "Well, I'm so clumsy, last time I was running, I tripped and took someone down with me. They hit their head and got a concussion," She confessed. "So I don't have to participate now because I 'hurt my knee,'" She made air quotes as she spoke. I giggled. She continued, "I naturally move gracefully, but I'm a total klutz half the time, if that makes any sense to you." The bell rang, and I quickly stood. "Nice meeting you, Rosalie. See you around," She said before taking off, probably to her family, especially Edward. "Bye," I murmured. I was in a slightly better mood than I had been all day. It was nice to know that someone was normal around here.

I walked slowly out to Charlie's waiting car. Throwing my stuff in the backseat, I slammed the door and slid into the front. Charlie was steaming. I had forgotten all about my siren stunt earlier. "Sorry?" I said timidly. He took in a few deep breaths. "That was unnecessary and uncalled for. I will let it go this time, but touch it again and you will be punished," He growled. I rolled my eyes, but said sweetly, "No problem, Daddy." I settled into the plush seat for the ride home.

So what do you think? Yes, Bella is a vampire, and hopefully she is still the Bella we know and love. her power is o have human abilities, like blushing or sleeping, and she is still klutzy, but mixed with vampire grace. R&R and send suggestions! I'm kinda stuck for plot!