A/N-I really hope I didn't let too many people down with that last chapter… And it has come to my attention that I need a beta… Anyone want to help me?

"So the new kid at school might be a vampire," I told my parents the next day at dinner. My brother, who was sitting across from me, rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time I had done this.

My parents were obviously thinking the same thing. "That's nice dear," my mom said. She smiled and went back to her dinner.

If there's one thing wrong with my mother it's that she just doesn't care. Unless I mentioned I was bleeding, she didn't care. I could come home and say that the apocalypse was upon us and she would tell me "that's nice." Now, I'll come home and tell her I got a paper cut in science and she would freak out, calling my science teacher and complaining. I had long since learned that unless I was dying, she didn't need to know.

My dad, however, hated anything boy related. "Is this the same kid you said left you alone in drama to do the project alone?"

I rolled my eyes. He completely ignores the fact that Edward might be a vampire and dives, head first, into the male-ness of said possible vampire. My parents were so weird.

"Yes dad. It is the same boy."

"I don't want you hanging around him anymore. He's too out there. He could be dealing or using or both."

I shook my head, "He's not dealing or using drugs dad. He's a perfectly respectable boy." Well… The perfect part was correct anyway.

"Oh, a boy! Are you into him?" My brother Jason leered at me and I scowled. Jerk.

I gave him a dirty look and said, "When is the last time you came home talking about a girl at work or school? Oh wait, you haven't. Gotcha." I snickered to my self.

"Sarah that is not what we're talking about. This boy is obviously a bad influence on you and I don't want him hanging around you. He'll probably only want to to have sex anyway!"

"Oh thanks dad! You don't think he only wants to be around me for my company?" I glared at him and stood up. "I'm done." I brought my plate to the kitchen. "I will be in my room if anyone needs me."

Then, ignoring my dad's complaints, I stormed to my room. Grabbing my ports, I snapped them over my ears, turned my iPod volume up to full and pressed play. +44 came blasting out of the speakers in my headphones.

I flopped down on my bed and grabbed my book. Full Moon Rising, in case you're wondering.

I opened it to the bookmarked page and checked my watch. Wednesday, February 14th. 6:30 PM. I sighed. Stupid holiday. Not like we celebrated it or anything. At least I didn't. I hated Valentines Day. It was far too commercial thanks to hallmark.

Continuing on at chapter 7, I followed Riley in her search for the clone maker until chapter 8 when it hit me.

"I'm not perfect," He said, just loud enough that I could hear him, then walked away

"I'm not perfect…" I said softly to myself. Was he half and half?

(Insert line here)

"Are you a werewolf?" I asked him the next day.

He gave me a wary look, not saying anything for several minutes. "How did you come up with this?"

I laughed. "So you're not a vampire and you're not a werewolf… Are you both?" He gave me an incredulous look. "In the book I'm reading," I explained, "The girl is a Dhampire, half Vampire, half werewolf. Now, she likes it but maybe you don't. Maybe that's why you told me you weren't perfect yesterday." I smiled triumphantly, incredibly pleased with myself.

"You don't quit do you?" He asked me.

"Nope," I said smiling. "And I'll keep coming up with ideas until you tell me what you are."

"What's your next idea?"

"Are you a clone of some mortal that died years ago? You were injected with some drug and now you're like super strong and perfect??" My yes were dancing, I knew it.

The look on his face was priceless as he took in what I said. "No," He responded, shaking his head. He had that crooked smile on his face. You know the one; it made me forget to breathe.

I swallowed and tried anyway. Stupid perfect supernatural being.

He smiled at me, chuckling softly. "What else have you got?"

"Are you a mix of like…? Spiderman and Batman and Superman? Do you have super strength and super speed and nothing can kill you except for that one weakness?"

He laughed again. "No, I'm not a superhero."

I frowned. I was running out of ideas here. "Can we talk again at lunch?"

Just as I assumed, his eyes flattened, darkening a few notches. "Why?"

"I have questions. This is bugging me and I need to know!" I frowned at him, putting my best pleading look in my eyes.

He sighed in frustration. "Fine." I smiled and was about to clap my hands triumphantly when Hilary and Tessa approached us.

I frowned at them. They ignored me.

"Hello Edward," Tessa said sweetly. She was moving around as if she had to pee or something.

Hilary, ever so composed, pushed her aside and smiled almost seductively at Edward.

"So, Edward, we noticed you didn't have many friends and I thought it might be good to introduce you to some of the cooler people in our PVA group. A bunch of us are going to a movie after school. You know; just a few cool people." She gave me a cold look. "Me and Tessa are going, obviously, and then we're inviting Josh and Cam. Then Tristan and her boyfriend are going and Tristan invited this girl Rosalie form her cosmetology class to come along. Tristan told me that she's so pretty she must have gotten plastic surgery and that there was no way it was real. Well I trust Tristan and all but I have to see this to believe…" She trailed off at the look on Edwards face. His eyes were an incredibly dark brown (not quite black though) and his face looked like it was carved out of stone.

"Actually," He said harshly, "I'm going to be busy with Sarah after school today." He put his arm around my shoulders. I forgot to breathe but, at the same time, started hyperventilating. "And just so you know," He said, his voice was dangerously calm; "Rosalie is my sister. And it's not plastic surgery. Just ask her boyfriend, he would know."

Hilary and Tessa looked floored. They stared at Edward and me for a few seconds before walking away with their tails between their legs. I snickered under my breath. Hey what can I say? I take my victories where I can.

Edward started to walk away, keeping his arm around me and pulling me with him.

"Thank you," I said softly, worried about the color of his eyes.

"Talk to me Bella. Calm me down…" He stared straight ahead as he said it.

"Who's Bella?" I asked. Before he could answer, I stopped walking, forcing him to stop as well. He faced me with pain on his face. "Is she your 'first love'? The one that I'm like?"

"Sarah, please," Edward began.

"No, who is she? If you're going to call me Bella every time you see me, I have to know why!" I gave him my best glare.

"Not here Sarah. Please." It was almost as if he was begging me. If I wasn't so angry at him I would have felt sympathy for him. "At lunch," He said when I stayed silent. "I promise."

"Fine." I nodded to him and spun on my heel with every intention to storm away. Lucky for me, there was a wall in my way. (Remember what I said about metaphors? It applies here.)

I looked up at the laughing wall. "Hello," it said.

I rubbed my head. "Hi." I looked up at him from my small stature of five feet five inches. He had more than a foot on me. "You have very hard Pectoral muscles…" I rubbed my forehead.

He laughed. "I'm Emmet."

"Sarah," I said, still rubbing my head.

Just then we were approached by a tall statuesque blonde Barbie look-a-like.

"Who is that?" It sneered, looking at me. It linked its arm through Emmett's and glared down at me.

"Who is that?" I mocked, crossing my arms.

"Rosalie Hale," She said. She didn't look pleased that I was standing up to her. I feel the need to point out I was never all that respectable to my Barbie's either.

"Sarah Thompson." I nodded my head. Rosalie, who still looked at me like I was gum on the bottom of her shoe, glanced at Emmet quickly. He nodded and I think her opinion of me dropped a couple hundred more notches.

Before I continue, I must point out that I have brutal hearing. My eardrums are basically broken because I listen to my music to loud. I have eyes like a hawk and my taste buds are really sensitive but I can't hear worth squat. So I guess it was no surprise that, after I told Emmet and Rosalie goodbye (I believe my exact words were "Later Barbie!") and spun on my heel, I slammed into another wall.

Now you would think the aforementioned wall would be Edward considering he was standing there last time I checked. But no. It was a different guy. He was tall and had blonde hair and golden eyes. Another Ken doll. Perfect. I rubbed my head again.

"What is it with you guys and having rock hard pecs?" I shook my head. "I'm going to have a head ache for weeks!" I looked up at the guy I ran into and noticed him studying me carefully.

I raised an eyebrow. "Want me to turn?" I raised my arms and stood up straight, turning slowly in a circle. "Do I meet your approval oh rock hard one?" I think, if you tried hard enough, you could taste the sarcasm in the air.

The guy however, laughed. "I like her!" He told, I can only assume, Emmet. "I'm Jasper." He smiled but that was about it. I noticed the muscles in his arms clench and I was tempted to reach out a hand and see if his body had gotten harder.

I restrained and gave him a long look. "I'm Sarah. And I think you're a little bit funny looking with that muscle twitching in your neck. I would relax it if I were you. I've had a pain in my neck forever and I don't know why. Tensing just makes it worse." I nodded to him and turned, intending to walk away, again.

Well wasn't it a surprise when another wall got into my way. This wall, at least, didn't hit me in the head. It was actually a very short wall. With black spiky hair. And it squealed.

Ah, right, Alice.

"Finally you got to meat everyone! They're all transferring here from Juno." She winked and leaned in, lowering her voice to a stage whisper, "that's a school for special people." She winked and giggled. It sounded kind of like wind chimes. Why couldn't I do that?

"So… Who is everyone exactly?" I asked, wondering why these three were so special.

"They're my family silly!" Alice exclaimed as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. I nodded, pretending I understood.

"Emmet and Rosalie are dating, but they're really engaged. They're in the twelfth grade Jasper and me are dating and we're in the eleventh grade. Then there's Edward who you already know." She must have noticed my confused look. "Rosalie and Jasper are twins; we were all adopted by Carlisle and Esme."

I nodded, again pretending I understood. She continued to blabber on about their 'family situation' while I looked over Rosalie and Jasper. They didn't look like twins. Not even a little bit. Her hair was too light, not really bleached though. His face was softer than hers. Hers more angular; aristocratic almost. The shape of their eyes was different too. His were round, more like a walnut, where hers were kind of like almonds.

"They're not twins," I said, interrupting Alice. I think she was talking about how she and Jasper met. When she gave me a discouraging look. I pointed between Rosalie and Jasper. "They aren't twins really, are they?"

Alice looked at Edward. "I told you." He shrugged like he didn't care. His eyes however, held an underlying fear, like he was dreading this.

It was then that the bell rang.

Heather, who had apparently been waiting on the sidelines for just this moment, pulled me away and in the direction of the drama room.

"I didn't know you were friends with them! Why didn't you tell me?" She gave me a dirty look.

"Because I didn't know I was friends with them!" I opened the door and walked in without waiting for her. I dropped my bag just inside and wandered over to Anna.

Heather, however, wasn't letting me get away that easily. She followed me and, when we reached Anna, brought it up again.

"Sarah's friends with Edward and them," She told Anna before I could say anything.

Anna looked at me in surprise. "Friends with vampire boy?"

I glared. "No. I'm not friends with them. And I really don't think it's as big of a deal as you two make it out to be." I crossed my arms and sat down. "Besides, for all I know we're not friends."

"Was I not being obvious enough?" A warmly familiar voice asked from beside me.

Now, at the risk of sounding like a total idiot, I think, at that moment, a huge smile broke out on my face. Before I could conceal it however, Anna and Heather were laughing and I think I heard a chuckle coming from Edward. Suffice it to say, being laughed at was enough to wipe the smile off my face.

I huffed and stood up. Before I could say anything however, Mr. Hodge was telling us to come into circle. I gave the three of them a dirty look and went to sit between Amina and Mike.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?" Said that warm, attractive voice from my left, where Amina was sitting.

"You can sit here," Mike said and moved over. Amina gave me a look and shook her head.

Why did mike do that to me? Wasn't it obvious that I liked him? Did I smell funny? Was my hair all messed up?

I sighed and shook my head. About a month ago, I started flirting with Mike. It seemed like he was flirting back but I'm a little bit of a douche when it comes to guys so I had to check with my friends. They told me he liked me for sure but then he started backing off. He began to stop saying hi to me and he stopped hugging me in the halls. Then, when me, Heather and Amina began to question him. He blurted out the fact that he had a girlfriend.

Suffice it to say, he hasn't been quite the same around me.

Normally Mr. Hodge and I are on good terms. He seems to know who I like and who I don't. He knows who everyone works well with. I'm sure he knew about my situation with both Edward and Mike and would do his best not to put us together.

Well you think you know a person…

A/N-Okay. There we go. I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it. If you haven't noticed, most of this story, at the beginning anyway, will take place in drama class. Wish Sarah luck! I'm sure she'll need it in the next chapter…