DISCLAIMER: same as always.

Hey all!
The chapters are WAY longer, as requested.
Sorry that I haven't updated for so long! My dad has banned me form the computer there – I think I actually hate him. But don't worry I didn't forget you – I've been writing new chapters all weekend on paper. Now I just need to type them up for you...

Dedicating this chapter to my wonderful friends Anna and Laura, who have given me nothing but encouragement from the start. I love you both (:

I would also like to dedicate this chapter AGAIN to YukiYumena who has given me the best reviews by far. Thanks for the support. Happy reading!

**********************************************************************************

We arrived at forks high school in Edwards' Volvo, with Emmett in the boot.
The Volvo only had five seats, so we had done scissors paper rock to see who would ride in the boot, and Emmett had lost.
Emmett's' grumbles about how he was mistreated were clear from the boot.

As I stepped out of the back seat of the silver car, I froze. There were two reasons for this pause.
One, the smell of blood overwhelmed me, but not in a way that I couldn't control. It was like a walking buffet at this school!
And the second reason? Everyone was staring at the vampires that had just entered the car parking lot. The vampire category unfortunately included me.

I saw a group of ten boys hit each other on the shoulders in a perfect domino effect, with their eyes bugging out of their heads as they checked me out.

I groaned internally.
Great. First at the castle with Felix and Alec, then on the Airplane with the pilot and the flight attendant, and now this!

Someone should just burn me now.

I hung my head and made my way to the building that was labelled 'administrations'. I assumed this would be where I collected all my books and my timetable and everything else that I needed.

I headed over to the office without a glance back at the others. I walked inside the glass doors and into a cheap looking foyer, with pale green plastic looking floors, off yellow walls, complete with many fake plants and tacky dark wooden furniture lining the walls.

I headed towards the front desk and smiled sweetly at the slightly chubby, redheaded and pasty middle aged woman behind it. He name tag identified her as Ms. Cope.

"Hello," I greeted her politely. "My name is Bella. I'm starting at the school today". I smiled at her, waiting for the dumbstruck woman to answer me.

She snapped out of whatever trance she was in and fiddled through the unorganised piles of paper on her desk. She appeared to have found the paper she was searching for. She looked up at me and smiled somewhat nervously at me.
What was wrong with this woman?

"Bella Cullen, was it?" Ms. Cope asked me, her voice wavering slightly.

"Uh, Yes. Bella Cullen." I replied composing my face so that it wouldn't portray my shock.
Alice must have enrolled me under the last name Cullen. The idea that Alice already thought of me as family set that weird tingly sensation off in my eyes. I couldn't believe that I'd gotten so emotional over something so silly. Alice just probably did it for the sake of simplicity.

"Well, here's your schedule". Ms Cope said uncomfortably, eyeing me warily. I felt like laughing to myself. Ms Cope must feel intimidated by me to get that uncomfortable around me. Not that I blamed her or anything. It was quite a normal reaction for humans to shy away from someone like me - unless you were a guy of course. Both human and non human boys seemed oblivious to the dangers I posed.
Well not all the boys...
Stupid Edward. Why couldn't he just love me back?

"Thank you for your help" I told her sincerely, after she had given me my locker combination and the directions to it.
She smiled and quickly turned away.
I could hear her heat rate quicken, and her blood started to flow at a faster pace. The sound of it should have tempted me to near craze, but it surprisingly had no affect on me other than the burning at the back of my throat. I wondered why.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and turned back towards the entrance of the Administrations' building and stopped in my tracks, horrified at what I saw ahead.
Pressed against the glass double doors were about twenty grown boys, sitting on each other's shoulders just... staring? Yes, they were staring. I looked around myself in vain, hoping that miraculously there was someone else in the room, but I already knew there wasn't before I even looked.

I turned the other way in hopes of finding another exit, but instead crashed into something - a human boy.
As I looked up at him, I saw that he shivered from the temperature of my skin. (A/N: yeah from her skin temperature. Whatever Bella, you keep telling yourself that! LOL).

The boy was very babyish looking with a rounded face, lightly tanned skin, red cheeks with lips to match and pretty baby blue eyes. He had blonde hair that was spiked up in a neat and orderly fashion.

"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." I apologised. His eyes widened slightly at the sound of my musical voice.

"It's okay. No harm done. You're new, aren't you? I'm Mike. Mike Newton." He introduced himself in a casual tone. The calmness of his expression and tone didn't match the sound of his crazed heart beat.
His feeble effort at trying to impress me made me smile a coy smile.

"Bella. Bella... Cullen." I told him, deciding that I may as well go along with the whole charade. It's not like I had a last name to replace it with anyway.

"Bella..." Mike said thoughtfully. "It's very pretty. Is it by any chance...Italian?"
I had to giggle at that one.

"Mike?" I asked, still laughing. "Do I look Italian?" He started to laugh with me.

"No, I suppose not. So if you're not Italian, then why is your name Bella?" he asked curiously.

"It's short for Isabella. I prefer just Bella, though." I told him, answering his question. When I woke up after being changed into a vampire, my first name was the only thing I remembered.

"Isabella is just as pretty." He told me shyly. He looked my straight in the eyes and pulled a bit of stray hair away from my face.

I stood as motionless as a statue.

I liked this human boy, but not like that. I stepped away from him and looked down uncomfortably.

"Bella?" A familiar soft velvet voice said in a strangled tone.

The sound of his voice sent shivers up my spine. I turned to look at him, but he wasn't looking at me like I expected he would be. He was glaring at Mike Newton.

Mike cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Uhh... I'll see you later, Bella." Mike said, and walked the opposite direction quickly, even though he was going the wrong way if he wanted to leave the building.

I glared at Edward.

"Why would you do that? He was just being nice." I accused him. He returned my icy stare with intensity.

"You may have though he was being nice Bella, but you didn't hear the vulgar, disrespectful things he was thinking towards you." He said in a strained tone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well, at least he didn't ignore me!" I fumed. "It's nice to be noticed every once in awhile!"

"Bella, I-"

"Save it." I interrupted him with a soft, but deadly voice as I walked away from him, feeling his eyes on my retreating figure the whole time.

**********************************************************************************

Lunchtime was awkward.
Edward and I sat on opposite sides of the table, always keeping eye contact, but we never said anything.

Rosalie and Emmett pretty much just ignored us and kept making out, but Jasper and Alice kept looking between Edward and I, Jasper with a confused and slightly frustrated expression, and Alice with a look on her face that made her look like she was going to break out into random song and start doing the Macarena.

The bell rang loud and clear, breaking us all up into our separate classes. I thought about my timetable; I had biology now.
I said goodbye to everybody, resisting the urge to look at him again. I got my biology books out of my locker and made my way to building 3.

"Hey again, Bella." A familiar voice called out to me. I turned to see the recognisable baby faced Mike Newton grinning at me. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Hey Mike. You've got biology too?" I asked as we walked into the ugly biology room that looked exactly the same as every room at Forks high, except that it had lab benches and science posters all over the walls..
We hung our coats on the hooks by the door.

"Yeah, I do which sucks. I hate biology. I wanted to skip it this year, but my Ma made me keep the class." He babbled, talking loudly, clearly enjoying the envious stares her was receiving from the guys in the class. I wanted to roll my eyes. Seriously, I had no idea what they saw in me.

"That's too bad." I said distracted. I wasn't really interested in this conversation.

The school bell rang shrilly again, indicating that the classes were beginning.
I went to the nearest empty lab bench and put my books down, pretending to organise myself.
Mike waved goodbye to me and sat at his bench two rows back with a dark skinned girl with glasses and black wavy hair that reached just under her shoulders. He looked at me with a wistful expression, and then turned to start a conversation with the girl next to him.

I was bored already, and the class hadn't even begun yet. This was one of those that times that I really wished I could sleep.

"Is this seat taken?" A husky male voice asked. I looked up to see a tall boy – actually he was so huge that he was more like a man – with a muscular build, pitch black hair that was grown to his strong jaw and done in a careless messy style. His smile was infectious; beautiful and wide, the white of his teeth creating an interesting contrast with his russet brown skin. His gorgeous dark eyes were deep and filled with kindness and curiosity as it started at me.
For a human, he was truly beautiful.

"Uh, no..." I finally answered him with surprise in my voice.

"I'm Jacob Black. My friends call me Jake though."" HE introduced himself, flashing me is devastating grin again while he took the seat next to me.

"Bella." I said simply. There was a comfortable silence as he took my figure in appreciatively. When he met my eyes again, they were strangely hungry.

"So," he began making conversation. "Are you dreading this class as much as I am?"

"Yes, biology has never been one of my favourite classes" I bluffed. To be honest, I didn't know what classes I liked. So far I liked English.

"Biology isn't the problem. It's the teacher. He's such a hypocrite. He doesn't even know that much science – he gets everything out of the text books." He snorted.

"Well I'm bored already." I admitted, placing my head in my hands dramatically, emphasising the boredom.

I decided that I'd be nice to this boy – after all, if he continued to sit next to me, than id may as well put in an effort.

"Well, I was bored. Until now." Jacob admitted shamelessly, locking eyes with me.

"Alright, class. Sorry I'm late. Angela, hand out the text books please." The teacher said as he walked in. The girl sitting next to mike stood up and started to hand out the text books that he had indicated too. SO her name was Angela? She looked like a nice girl.

Although I liked this Jacob, I was glad when our science teacher walked in. It was starting to get too... intense between me and Jake.
I didn't like him that way.

The lesson was reasonably fast, but not fast enough! With Jacob's eyes burning holes in my impenetrable skin, I felt like I could have burst into flames right then and there.

When the Bell I'd ring, I packed up my stuff and ran out of the room without a backwards glance at anyone.

Jacob was a nice enough guy, but he made me... nervous. I knew I defiantly did not like him that way, but I knew there was some sort of connection between us, but I knew it wasn't romantically... it was almost like one of those cheesy lines that were used in movies – like I knew him in another life... literally. Did I know him when I was human? The thought stuck in my brain, gnawing at the back of my mind while I walked to my locker and though of what class I had next.

I had...Gym. Yuck.

I had to get changed, and I didn't have any clothes to change into, so maybe I could use that as an excuse...

The idea sunk and drowned before I could even put much thought into it as I read the note written in excellent handwriting attached to my locker door. It said:

Bella –
Check your gym locker; it will have your name on it. Don't think you're getting out of gym. I'm always prepared for anything.
- Alice.

Alice knew me too well already. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

I did what the note told me reluctantly, and headed towards the girls' locker room grumbling the whole way.

I scanned the locker doors, looking for my name. Finally I found it – BELLA CULLEN written in black capital letters on a plastic plaque attached to the door by a strip of Velcro.

I opened the locker with the same combination as my other locker, hoping that it worked so that I wouldn't have to go talk to that horrible Ms. Cope again.

To my luck – or bad luck – it opened. I almost laughed aloud when I saw what was inside.

Alice had obviously been in my locker. There were several outfits matched together to perfection hanging off monogrammed 'Cullen' coat hangers, complete with the matching shoes. She'd also added the unnecessary cover things – like deodorant and make-up stuff. I didn't need either; I didn't sweat, so my make-up didn't run.

I picked out an outfit and started to get changed, when I noticed another note attached to the inside of my locker:

Bella -
I told you I was ready for anything.
Make sure you choose an outfit that matches, Please!
I did not put all this effort into shopping for your clothes and matching them together to have them wasted!
You love me Bella, and you know I love you too.
- Alice
xoxo

I smiled at her note and stuck it back in my locker.
I finished getting changed into the outfit that I chose, and walked into the bathroom, envious eyes following my figure.

I looked at my reflection in the full length bathroom mirror in utter dismay.

Stupid Alice. Why couldn't I just pick out my own clothes?
I was wearing the clothes that I thought would make me look the least slutty, but still looked like a stripper. Just one that was going to the gym.
I was wearing a pair of black adidas mini gym shorts with white striped down the side, a matching plain white singlet top with a small black logo on the chest, and some brand spankin' new white rabens.

I decided that I would redo my hair into a ponytail, so I untied the leather strap from around my head and re-wrapped it around my ankle. I actually really like it there. I think that I would keep it there.

I pulled my curls into a messy pony tail, with two stands of curs slipped free on both sides of my face and framed it nicely.
I reassessed the look, and decided that it would be up to Alice's standards of dress. I walked out of the change rooms looking more confident than I felt.

I walked in to the gym at a pace that was to slow for my liking and took a seat reluctantly on the bleachers.

**********************************************************************************

Sorry about the crap ending – but this has been going on for AGES so I need to leave so intrigue for the next chapter.
LOVED or HATED?
Let me know!
You know I love you.. :)