So, I'm new here as a writer and my first chapter didn't include my disclaimer (which it did on my computer, so who knows what I did wrong): so here it is:

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, no copyright infringement is intended. I just wanted things to go differently. Most of which have been written by someone else. So this is my own spinoff.

I'm sure my husband rues the day he rented New Moon, because it has all been a Twilight addiction since then. Though, my family is the only one that knows how much time I spend reading fanfiction. It is kind of embarrassing, really. LOL.

Chapter 3 Semester End

Bella had finished her first semester of college. She was going out to celebrate with some of her friends from class, including Kathryn and her brother, Matt. When Kathryn said, "older" brother, Bella assumed a couple of years, not 15 minutes. Kathryn hated being labeled as a twin because then it was always followed by numerous standard twin questions. "Who was born first? Do you guys have your own language? Do you like the same things? Would you marry twins?" It was infuriating.

As Bella pulled up in her little black car, she smiled happily. This was what she had been looking for in her life. Feeling normal, friends, having her parents around, and sometimes she could forget what had happened for a day or so. As Bella walked into the bar, with a large black X on each hand indicating she should not be drinking, she glanced around for the group of people already eating and drinking at the back of the bar.

"Bella!" they cheered at her arrival. Kathryn and Matt stood up to give her a quick hug, as well as Sydney and her boyfriend, Chris. They slid over the huge plate of chicken nachos, the reason they frequented this place, as they all chatted about finals and the grades they hoped to earn, as well as next semester's classes that registration was opening for the following day.

"I will not miss Mr. Becker's speech class. That guy was a serious asshole!" Sydney exclaimed as Bella whole heartedly agreed with her. Chris laughed as he recalled the time Bella had to give a speech about whether or not things should be removed from the Titanic wreck site. They had all heard this story countless times and Bella groaned loudly, hoping it would be forgotten soon. Seriously, it was speech class, not debate. That guy was a jerk and Bella was just glad to not have tripped and fallen on her face, and to have passed with a B-.

As the night wore on, more of Chris' fraternity brothers showed up, and they all continued to laugh and have a good time. Bella and her friends filled the tables at the back of the bar, and were using two of the pool tables. Bella, knowing it was really safer for all involved, sat back on a stool and watched the game. Who would put a stick in her hands and expect to not get poked in the eye? It was easier for her like this, she could be around others, but wasn't expected to be the center of attention.

"So, Bella, how are you tonight?" Adam, Chris' roommate sauntered up beside her, smiling drunkenly.

"I'm fine, Adam. How many shots have you done tonight? 12? 13?" Bella kidded him, knowing that he'd be on the floor passed out if he had more than 4 drinks. He smiled cheesily at her and reached out a hand to tickle her. She jumped back, spilling a little of her soda and gave him a dirty look.

"You know better, Adam. Don't touch me," Bella snapped.

"But, Bellaaaa," he drawled, "you're just so cute and cuddly."

Bella rolled her eyes and glared at Sydney. Seriously, she had to get this guy away from her. He could be fun, but when he was drunk he was a cling on. She did not want to be touched, and her friends knew this.

"ADAM! Come here, dude!" Chris called, saving Bella from another second of that guy.

Bella was relieved, until that bitch Fate struck again. The biggest guy of the group, Greg, smashed into her with his enormous back end, knocking her off the stool.

"My gosh!" Bella griped, getting up off the floor. Wouldn't have been so bad if that were all that had happened, but the big oaf, had tried to help her. He wrapped his arm around her from behind to lift her up and pushed her shirt up under her bra.

All around her was stunned silence. They had seen it. She knew it. Damn it. She was always careful about keeping her body covered, trying hard to avoid that scar on her belly, avoiding eye contact with it in the mirror. It ran from her pelvis to sternum and was bright silver. It could not be missed and she hated knowing they had all seen it. She wanted to forget about that scar and how it got there. She sure as hell did not want people to see it.

"Holy shit, Bella," Adam called out awkwardly, just drunk enough to have a modicum of common sense left in his brain.

"Put me down, dumb shit," Bella screeched, as she fought to get two feet on the ground, snatching her wallet off the counter and racing out the door; Sydney and Kathryn hot on her heels.

"Bella! Wait! Slow down! Don't go!" they called out in a rush. Bella didn't listen; she just held back her tears, taking deep breaths until she could safely drive herself home.

Bella ran up the driveway, into the house and rushed up the stairs to her room; the tears she was holding back finally escaping in a rush.

"Bells?" Charlie called out from his room, having heard the door shut rather loudly. "You have a good time?"

"No!" she called out clearly not able to hide that she was crying.

"What happened? Are you ok? What is it? Talk to me," Charlie pleaded through her bedroom door.

"I'm going to bed. I'll talk to you tomorrow, Dad," Bella replied knowing he wouldn't leave her there crying.

After contemplating it for a few minutes, Charlie softly responded, "ok, but come get me if you change your mind. I love you, Bella. I am still very proud of you."

She sighed wishing she could talk to him, but she just wasn't ready. She resolved to tell him tomorrow about what had happened. It was bound to someday; she just hoped it was a long time from now. Never would have been a better time. She grabbed the tissues and wiped her face off.

Staring toward the window, Bella wondered how it had all come to this. She graduated high school, married the love of her life, broke her best friend's heart, and now she was pretending to be a normal college kid when she was anything but. She clicked on her air purifier, for background noise because she couldn't sleep in the silence of her new neighborhood, rolled over and attempted to sleep.