This is an Edward/OC story. I have nothing against Bella, but I've had so many thoughts about Edward getting with someone else, and I believe that the story would be different if he fell for someone that wasn't Bella. The timeline will also be slightly different in this story to go with my plot.

There will be no Bella bashing in this story. Bella and my OC, Calliope are good friends, so there will be a lot of Bella in this story.

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Please enjoy and I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes made within this story.

Edited: 23-04-20

Loneliness is something we all eventually come across. Each person experiences it in a different way but at the same time, we all feel the same thing. It could start from a loss, someone taken from you, never to return. Or, it could be your personality that stops others from befriending you or accepting you.

There could also be a possibility that you're one of those people that enjoys being alone, a loner. All these reasons don't matter in the end. Loneliness will eventually reach you, sucking you in until you suffocate.

And that's how I felt now.

Lonely.

Moving across the world would do that to you.

There was an ocean between my old home and my new one. There was also an ocean between me and my brothers.

After the accident, all six overbearing brothers thought it was a good idea to ship me off to our grandmother in America, so they wouldn't have to deal with me. It wasn't that reason they sent me off, I was just being a typical teenage girl when I thought that.

I knew that my brothers love me, but after the death of our parents I knew that none of them would be able to care for me the way Nana would. It had been my decision, after all, to move all the way to America from Ireland. I had chosen this.

I hadn't hurt my brothers with this choice, they all wanted what was best for me after the intense weeks in the hospital. I hadn't been coping well after the accident and I knew being with Nana in Forks would somehow help me. It was a feeling I got in the pit of my stomach that had me calling our grandmother in Forks, Washington, asking her if I could move in.

And now, three weeks later, I was fresh out of Ireland and in a remote little town in Washington, America.

It had been two days since I landed in Seattle, Friday evening, allowing myself the weekend to adjust before starting at Forks High School the following Monday; today.

"Bella's waiting for you," Nana told me as soon as my feet touched the wooden floor of the hallway. Bella Swan, our neighbour and my ride to school. I had met her and Charlie on Saturday, the two of them coming over for dinner.

Bella was new herself, having arrived only two weeks before me. It was my Nana's idea to pair the two of us off together and Charlie agreed. Bella was a very lovely girl, I shared many things in common with her; our clumsy behaviour was one of the many things that would bring us closer. Her love for books was another.

"Okay," I mumbled, shoving my arms into the army jacket that once belonged to my eldest brother. It did me a wonderful service by keeping me warm, but it was also a comfort to have one of my brothers close.

"I want you to try today," she added, handing me my backpack, pressing a gentle kiss on my head.

"I will Nana," I sighed, knowing she was talking about my lack of friends back in Ireland. Yes, I had friends, but I had never been close to any of them and after the accident, they all seemed to vanish.

The only friend I had been close to throughout my childhood and continuing my teenage years, had moved to England two years previous, though nothing stopped me and Holly from emailing ever since, along with the occasional phone call.

"Calliope, sweetheart, I know this is hard, moving here, after the accident, but I want you to know that I'm happy you decided to come." Her words were so pure with the truth, they managed to bring a soft smile to my lips. She was truly a sweet soul – well that's what she would say anyway.

"I know Nana, I'm happy to be here as well," I told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek as I swung my bag on my back. "I should go, I don't want to keep Bella waiting." I gave her one last smile before slipping out the front door.

"I'll see you after school, Row," Nana called out, following me to the door as she watched me make my way to Bella. I smiled at her nickname and I knew she did it to make me loosen up. While I loved my name, I mostly went by nicknames from my middle name, Rowena.

Bella was parked on the curb outside the house, her big orange truck purring … more like coughing as she waited. She gave me a small smile as I opened the passenger door, sliding in.

"Hey," she mumbled, pulling the truck away from the house and down the road.

"Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting." I apologised already knowing she didn't mind. After getting to know her over the last two days I knew she would be pretty relaxed about this. "Nana was just making sure I'd be okay."

"I know what you mean," she muttered, giving me a side look as she turned a corner. "She was over at our house on my first day as well, making sure I was ready and asking me to make some friends," she explained when I frowned at her previous words.

"That sounds like her," I mumbled under my breath as I looked out the window, watching as the trees and houses passed.

I was hoping everything would go well today. I didn't want to stick out like the shiny new toy, but I knew that's what would happen. The high school came into view and Bella pulled the truck to a standstill in the parking lot.

"I think you're gonna be fine," she assured me, grabbing her bag from between us on the bench seat before slipping from the truck. Taking in a deep breath I copied her movements, getting out of the truck, bag in hand.

I could do this.

As soon as the door shut behind me, I could feel their eyes on me. It's like they had never seen a new student before, even though Bella turned up two weeks ago. I glanced around, taking in all their eyes, before looking to Bella as she made her way to me. She had just reached my side when a commotion from across the parking lot caught my attention.

There stood the most beautiful people I had ever seen. Five of them, all looking gorgeous in the dull place I now call my home.

Two females and three males.

I couldn't call them girls and boys because … well, they weren't children. Hell, they didn't even look like teenagers, more like gods. Was this really Forks I had turned up in and not heaven? Had I really died in that accident?

The reason they caught my eye was because of the youngest looking male. While he was no doubt the most beautiful male in my eyes, the way he was acting, so feral, his face in a snarl, trying to escape the grip of the other males, he scared me.

His eyes were on me and even from across the parking lot I could see that they were a black abyss. Anger, as I had never seen before, was washing out his eyes as he tried to escape.

What was he doing? Was he … was he trying to get to … me?

Within the space of ten seconds, he was gone, speeding away in the silver Volvo.

"That's the Cullen's," Bella told me, taking my arm gently as she led me into the main building. "They keep to themselves most of the time."

"What was wrong with that guy?" I asked her, picturing the god in my head, a flutter spreading through my womb at the thought of the bronzed-haired god. Oh no, he'd already exploded my ovaries and I'd only caught a brief glimpse of him.

"Edward?" she tested out the name obviously not sure if it was him I was talking about. Hell, I didn't even know who he was. If that was the name of my bronzed-haired god, then yes, Edward. "He kind of spazzes out every so often."

"What?" So, she had me confused. What did she mean by spazzes out?

"Jess thinks he's bipolar. So, what if the guy can go through seven emotions within thirty seconds, maybe he's in touch with his feminine side." She was getting defensive as if she was having this conversation with this Jess chick. "I mean they're all weird really if you compare them to the rest of the school. Just because Edward and Alice stand out the most, doesn't mean you have to start suggesting they have mental disorders."

"I'm not really following you anymore, Bella," I told her, stopping her before her rant could go any further. Whoever this Jess was, I don't think I want to meet her.

"They're just different from us. Alice gets these blank looks a lot as if she zones out completely, and Edward always seems to know everything without even speaking to anyone. And they all have this effect on people, even though they don't speak outside their group," she explained, pushing open the office door where I would be getting my timetable.

"You seem to know a lot about them," I mumbled, watching as her face turned red causing her to duck her head.

"I've just heard a lot about them for the last two weeks and I find it fascinating to watch them." She stopped in front of the desk where a plump, red-head sat. "Ms Cope, I've got the new girl here, Calliope Flynn," Bella announced, gaining the lady's attention as she looked up from her computer.

"Oh, another red-head. I always get excited to see someone with the same colour as me," Ms Cope exclaimed, standing from her desk as she leaned forward, her elbows resting on the wooden desk separating us. "Although your hair's more ginger than mine," she added, twisting her finger around a strand of her dark auburn hair.

"It's very beautiful," I told her, feeling the manners Nana told me to use, come out. Her cheeks shone with a blush as she waved her hand, giving me a small smile.

"You're very sweet, Calliope," she told me, clicking away at her computer giving me a smile that was warm and friendly.

"Callie will be fine," I told her when she used my full name. No one called me Calliope.

I never really liked it, rather being called Callie or Row. My brothers all called me Ronnie, a nickname they picked up when I was younger and wanted to change my name to match Donnie's.

"Okay, sorry, Callie," she mumbled, quickly rushing off to the printer, no doubt getting my timetable. She came back over, handing me the timetable. "I won't bother with a map, Bella's in all the same classes as you. She might as well show you around." I took the timetable from her, looking down at the sheet in front of me.

"Actually, Ms Cope, I'm already fluent in Spanish, my grandmother spoke with the Principal, I was meant to be taking Art in replacement of it," I explained, pointing to the mistake on the timetable.

There was no way I was taking another year and a half of Spanish if I had my way. This American system was so different from the United Kingdom's. This place was more like a sixth form really.

"Oh, sorry dear." She flushed with embarrassment that she got it wrong. "Would you be okay taking your Spanish lessons as a free period until I can get it sorted for you?" she asked, seeming hesitant to ask me the question.

It wasn't like I was going to shout at her for getting it wrong.

"It should be fine," I told her, smiling sweetly, making sure she didn't feel bad about the mistake. After all the systems were different from back home.

I was halfway through my first year of college but had to transfer back into a school system when we moved out here. It was all very confusing when Nana tried to explain it, but I just went along with it.

I couldn't really complain, after all, I was the one that decided to come here, I should have to put up with the consequences.

"Make sure you get this signed by all your teachers," she said, handing me a transfer form before ushering us off. "Have a nice day girls."

"You too," I replied as Bella led us out of the office.

Trigonometry was the first lesson of the day. God, I could already tell I wasn't going to enjoy this. I hated anything to do with mathematics.

"What was with the whole 'Call me Callie' thing?" Bella asked as we made our way into the hall. "Do you not like Calliope?" I knew where she was coming from. Why make such a big deal out of it, but I could tell she understood. She was Isabella Swan, but everyone here called her Bella.

"I have no problem with the name, my mum was the only one that called me by my full name. It still hurts to be called that because it reminds me of her. I just introduce myself as Callie now, it saves the pain I have to feel every time someone uses my full name," I explained, shrugging my shoulders as if it was no big deal. "My brothers call me Ronnie though. It's a little family joke as I was obsessed with my brother Donnie growing up and wanted a name to match him. My Nana and everyone back in Ireland called me Row after my middle name." I smiled at the thought of my brothers but stopped when I caught the look Bella was giving me. "What?"

"You must love having such caring brothers," she said and I got a sense of longing from her.

"I do but they can get far too protective for my liking. I've never had a boyfriend because they scare them off," I informed her, slowing down with her as we approached the door for our first class. She smiled at the thought before her brows furrowed and she turned to me an uncertain look on her face.

"What do you want me to call you?" she asked, looking a little lost now that she knew this about me. She looked like she was struggling to think of what to call me.

"Callie's fine, or you can call me Row," I stated, following her into the class as she took me to the teacher, Mr Varner. He gave me a frown, taking the paper from my hand, signing it and grunting for me to take a seat next to Bella. I hid the look of surprise from my face as I took a seat next to my friend.

"He's always like that," she mumbled, obviously seeing the look on my face.

As I settled next to her, pen in hand and notebook ready I thought that maybe I could get used to this, having her as a friend. She seemed different from all the girls I had known back in Ireland, she had already accepted me and my history without asking for details like some people would. I just hoped it would stay like that. I didn't need to be interrogated by my friends.

Lunch was how I predicted it to be. The friends Bella had made during the last two weeks accepted me at their table, asking constant questions about my move here. A whisper from Bella allowed me to know that they had been the same as her.

"Is it different being here?" the girl on Bella's left asked, interrupting me from my thoughts. I caught her blue gaze and remembered that this was the infamous Jessica that spoke and thought badly of the Cullen's.

"The weather's the same, slightly warmer than back home, but I love it here. The forest behind my house is truly amazing. To be so close to nature … it feels as if I was supposed to be here all along," I told her, a content smile forming on my lips at the thought of the wooded area behind my house.

I had always enjoyed being close to nature, it relaxed me. I think it was because I enjoyed the honesty it provided and didn't present me with a phony front.

"Why did you move here?" her question had my heart hammering in my chest, a slow sweat threatening to burst across my body.

Bella's hand on mine under the table made me relax slightly. She knew about the accident, I had told her about it Sunday evening, feeling she could be trusted with this part of my life.

She had taken it better than I thought, giving me comfort when I really needed it. She had already become such a close friend within these short three days. I knew I would have been close to her after spending most of my Saturday with her.

She was much like me and I knew I would prefer her company to the other students here in Forks.

"Stop asking me questions," I spat at her, not caring if it was rude. I didn't want to answer the questions she was supplying as if she ruled over me.

Her eyes widened at my response before they clouded over, and she mutely nodded her head, turning away and starting up a conversation with the girl, Angela, next to her.

Angela, who was in both mine and Bella's Trigonometry, English and Biology II classes, gave me a sympathetic smile as she turned her attention back to Jessica.

"So, Ireland," that was Mike Newton, a blond boy that Bella told me acted like a golden Labrador puppy whenever a new girl gained his interest. I had seen him following her around in the hallway before I caught his attention. "You got a boyfriend back home?" He was sitting right next to me, his breath hitting my face as he leaned in close. I inched to my left, getting close to Bella as his intense stare made me freeze.

Something in the pit of my stomach told me that his actions towards me were disgusting and unwanted. I knew they weren't wanted, but something was telling me that there was someone else out there that wasn't happy about them either.

"I would appreciate it if you gave me my space, perhaps you could move to the other end of the table," I requested, locking my green eyes with his blue ones as I spoke.

He nodded his head slowly, his clouded eyes unblinking as he took his tray and bag, moving to sit at the opposite end of the table by two other boys, Eric and Tyler.

"Wow," Bella remarked, leaning on the table with her elbow as she looked at me, eyebrows raised.

"What?" I mumbled, tugging my ginger curls lightly as they cascaded over my breasts, resting on my lap. I should really get my hair cut shorter but I could only remember how proud and happy my mum looked when I managed to grow it this long. I knew she had long hair when she was my age, but as she reminded me it never got like mine.

"I've never seen either Mike or Jess actually do what was asked before," she told me, playing with the salad in front of her. "I asked them to stop bothering me my first week and they didn't listen. You've been here five minutes, asked them both to back off and they've done as you asked." She peered at me carefully, taking in my appearance before smiling. "What superpower do you hold?" she teased, biting into a carrot stick.

"I have six older brothers, Bella. I know how to get what I want," I stated, pulling my hair over my left shoulder, braiding it as I glanced around the room.

My eyes settled on the four Cullen's that were still at school. The dark-haired female caught my attention first, giving me a bright smile as my eyes locked with her gold ones. What a strange eye colour. Maybe she wore contacts?

"That's Alice," Bella informed me, her eyes no doubt following my gaze. "The blonde guy next to her is Jasper. The dark-haired male is Emmett and the blonde female is Rosalie." I looked to each of them at her words, taking in their beauty once more before glancing back to Alice.

She looked as if she knew something I didn't with the way she kept smiling brightly at me.

The bell sounding through the cafeteria reminded me that this day had yet to finish.

"You ready for Biology?" Angela asked as she looked over to me and Bella, unsure if I would accept her. I guess she had seen the way I had acted with Mike after the Jess incident.

"Sure," I answered, giving her a smile as she led the way to our science class. I didn't want her to think I disliked her as I did her two friends. "I'm sorry about earlier, Angela," I whispered, wanting her to know that my rude behaviour wasn't directed at her.

"Don't worry, I can't blame you. Jess can be a bit –" she left her sentence, unsure of what to say that would sound nice about her friend.

"I've met girls like her before," I said, letting her know I knew what she meant without her having to say it and speak badly about her friend.

When we entered the class, Mr Banner handed me a textbook, telling me to sit with Bella at her station today.

"Edward normally sits with me, but he doesn't speak," she informed me as she took what I assumed was her normal seat.

"Where is Edward? Is he back?" I asked, thinking about the boy. I hadn't seen him since this morning, was it usual for him to skip class?

"I don't know, the Cullen's sometimes disappear, and it doesn't seem to bother the teachers." She shrugged, pulling out her notebook and pen, urging that I do the same thing. "I think I prefer you as a partner already," she joked as I took the seat closest to the window, pulling out my notebook.

I gave her a smile wanting to reply but stopped myself as Mr Banner started the class. Anything I wish to say to Bella could be said on our way home. She was my neighbour, after all, it wasn't like she lived miles away from me.

Just thinking about home, made me miserable when I realised I still had a couple of hours left at school. I knew already that this evening was going to be better than school, Nana had invited Charlie and Bella round for dinner once again.

I could already tell that this was probably going to be a regular thing. I think I was happy about that. Having Bella around made it feel like I had been here for years.

Thank you for reading xx