What if things never started between Bella and Edward? What if, on that first day of school, when they looked at each other, Bella never blushed? What if Bella already knew Edwards deep dark secret? this is my first fanfic, so please be nice.

“Rosalie!” “Jacob!” "Emmett!" A tall, bulky boy shouted as he walked into the room.

Hey, Bella?" Emmett called. "What are you doing? Who's that? Why does he look like Edward? Bella?" I know cnafusing right? well now i need a little help. any ideas?