A/N - All Twilight characters etc. belong to Stephanie Meyer, not me. I just like to play with their lives a bit.

Warning: There are some pretty lemony scenes in here. If you are not old enough to be viewing this please don't!

BPOV

The sun rose over the forest behind my house, warming the surrounding area with a soft yellow hue. Seeing the actual sunrise would probably take my breath away, but the thick density of the trees prevented that. Gazing out my "new" bedroom window, I wondered how this became the most interesting sight I expected to see today.

It really is much prettier here than back at home.

In my past life, as I like to put it, things were much more exciting. Renee, my vibrant and carefree mother, left me to my own devices and was always up to mischief. She was often causing more havoc in Phoenix then I could ever imagine doing personally. It is no wonder my now stepfather, Phil, was enchanted by her. An exciting and entertaining woman like Renee could do that to anyone. She encouraged me to experience life to the fullest, a shame I could never quite bring myself to do that. Maybe there is too much Charlie in me. Although I love him dearly, having his personality traits have not exactly been working to my advantage.

It's 8 am on a Monday. My day started off dull and lifeless. Considering where I now live, this is expected. Nothing interesting ever happens in Forks, where I have resigned myself to live. My father is the chief of police, so the chance of me getting away with fun or dangerous pastimes is out of the question. As I prepare for my first day at a new school, I wonder what to expect from the students there.

"Bells, are you ready to go?" Charlie called from the kitchen. Why he is in the kitchen, I haven't a clue; Charlie could burn water. I hope he isn't trying to pack my lunch; if so, I will starve today.

Please tell me he is not thinking of driving me in! Isn't the fact that my dad is a cop enough to scare away any hopeful prospects?

"Dad, why aren't you already at the station?" I tentatively respond. My mind quickly thought of any possible reason I can use to get out of this.

"I wanted to make sure you got to your first day alright. Your truck is not ready yet. I can drop you off down the street if you are worried about appearances." He admitted reluctantly.

Come on Bella, it's not like you can hide who you are here, I remind myself. Your last school probably had more people than live here. "It's fine Dad; I'll be right down."

The morning passed by as an uninteresting blur, and before I knew it, I was in the cafeteria. Four classmates sat with me, making an attempt to befriend the "Chief's" daughter, the new and exciting thing to gawk at today. Well new but hardly exciting. From a distance, I am sure I looked like I felt, the 5th wheel. Mike and Eric, two of my new classmates who were thankfully trying to make me feel at home here, were arguing on who would walk me to our next class, Biology. God, I hate to think what I am going to have to re study here in Forks. I was in Physics already when I went to school in Phoenix. My lack of excitement left a lot of room for intellect apparently.

The girls chattered endlessly about typical girl stuff: boys and clothes. The one to my left, Angela, I think her name is, seems sincere. The other one, what was her name again, Jennifer or something like that, she acted friendly on the outside, but I think she would have preferred the floor to open up and swallow me. I know the type, but don't understand the motivation.

Why would she be jealous of me? Supermodel, I'm NOT.

It's true. I am average and ordinary, almost to the point of being invisible. A pale skinned girl with brown eyes and hair. Why anyone would find me a threat to their vanity, well it is almost laughable. Stifling a chuckle, I looked up at … Jessica, that's it. She was looking at me oddly; I think I missed something during my inner musing.

"What was that Jessica? Sorry I was distracted."

"I SAID Edward Cullen is staring at you." Jessica replied testily.

Edward Cullen? Who the devil is that? I look over where Jessica indicates and look into a pair of eyes that are disturbingly dark and mysterious. Feeling the blush creep to my cheeks, I quickly look away; embarrassed to be caught open mouthed gawking at this … Adonis is the only thing I could think to say. Although my glimpse of him was short, I could not get his features out of my head, burned into my memory. Slender but not skinny, his tousled bronze colored hair seemed to scream "touch me". Without one small imperfection on his chiseled face, he seemed way too beautiful to be real. Was he? I glanced up again to see him still staring at me, with eyes dark as a moonless midnight. How was that possible? Why was he looking at me like he was about to jump across the room and throttle me?

Inadvertently I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands through that tousled hair, just to straighten it up, I assured myself.

Oh,pleaseBella,youknowyouwanttodomorethantouchhishair.Imaginewhatthosesexylips would feel like on our skin? My inner voice taunted.

The warmth in my face traveled lower, snaking towards my inner core, making me ache with desire. No one has ever made me feel this way before. Sure, I had a couple boyfriends, nothing serious. Never had I felt this tingling; this surprising but pleasurable warmth and throbbing from my clitoris. The next thing I knew, wetness started to spread from my core, dampening my panties. How embarrassing. My whole body had to be rose colored from blushing. I was surprised and somewhat embarrassed by my reaction to him, just from a glance.

What the devil is wrong with me?

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