A/N: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I'm Hannah. Hi. :)

I walked home from my strange meeting with my new neighbor, and went straight to my room. The whole event was truly bizarre. It was like he hated me instantly. We were getting along, as far as I could tell. Then he just snatched the cookies from me and shut the door in my face.

That wasn't what flustered me about out meeting though. The memory that burned into my mind about our two-minute conversation was when he gently pressed his hand to my throbbing cheek. I have never experienced a connection like that before. It was like there was an electrical current.

When he asked me how I got it, I felt like he already knew. I felt like I could trust him. I so badly wanted to fall into this stranger's arms and tell him everything that Jacob has done to me in the month or so. Common sense got the better of me, and I told him the same lie I cooked up for my fathers sake, and that's when he slammed the door in my face.

After I pondered that thought and replayed the image of how his large hand must have looked acting so gently upon my cheek, I took a shower. I was so tense, I stood in the way of the water until it was cold. I got ready for bed, and got under the covers knowing full well that this would be a sleepless night.

The next day at school I was exhausted, I almost made up and excuse to not go, but decided it would be best if I just went. It was Friday, after all, and I knew I would get two days off afterward. I met up with Alice who, of course, was horrified by the welt on my face.

"Did someone hit you?" Emmett asked me, rage burning in his eyes. "No, Emmett. I fell at the beach." I lied for the third time. "Let me take you to my car, and I can put some cover up on it. No one will even know." Rosalie spoke meekly, and I gaped at her dumbfounded. She rarely spoke to me.

Rosalie wasn't rude or anything, and we got along, but she mostly just talked to Emmett. She wasn't very social with Alice or me. It was almost heartwarming to me that she wanted to help. I had never seen this side of her.

"Ummm…Sure, Thanks Rosalie." I said back to her. She smiled at me, and she led me to her car. "So you fell at the beach?" She asked me once we were alone. "Yeah. You know I'm a total klutz. I'm sure you've heard many stories from Emmett." I chuckled lightly hoping that my apparent lack of the ability to lie was shining through every pore on my face.

"What did you hit at the beach to make such a mark?" She pressed further, as she worked on my face. "I fell on a rock. Not only do I have no balance, I bruise like a peach." This time I wasn't lying. "Well maybe you should be a little more careful next time, using that much cover-up everyday will get expensive." She was laughing now, and seeing her act so human made me feel better.

"I will certainly remember that next time." She held up a mirror for me, and I looked almost normal. "Thank you so much Rose." I said, still a little shocked that she actually wanted to help me. "Anytime." She replied coyly and we walked to our first classes.

I was extremely happy that for the rest of the day I didn't have to deal with students, and worse, teachers commenting on my face. I wouldn't have to lie another forty times, and that was a huge relief.

The rest of the school day was the usual. Alice and I were going to make plans this weekend, but her parents were going to take her to Los Angeles to go shopping, and she couldn't pass that up. I was invited to go with her, but I declined. I told her that it was because I needed to clear my head after breaking up with Jacob, but the truth was that I was secretly hoping for another run in with my Edward so I could see if he really did hate me.

Saturday morning rolled around and there was a knock on my door. I hesitated to open it, I feared that it might be Jacob, but I was also hoping that it might be Edward, so I opened it up.

There stood an awkward man, probably in his twenties holding a cheap bouquet of flowers. "Are you Bella Swan?" He asked me. "Yes." I answered, but it sounded like a question. "I'm here to deliver these to you, have a nice day." He handed the roses to me. "Thank you, you too." I said before shutting, and locking the door.

Bella. I'm really sorry about what happened. I know we haven't been getting along lately, and I can promise you that things will never happen like that ever again, forgive me?

Jake.

"No, Jake, I do not forgive you." I answered out loud with a thousand times more bravery than I would have if he were actually here. I tossed the roses on the counter, not needing or wanting to put them in a vase, and continued my chores.

It felt like I had been scrubbing, sweeping, vacuuming, and dusting all day when my Dad's voice interrupted my daydreams. "Bella, don't you want these flowers in a vase?" He asked, unknowing of what was going on. "No, Dad, I want them in the trash." I said seriously.

"Why? He's just a kid Bella, you both are just kids. I'm sure the argument was over something stupid. I see the way he treats you Bella. He's good for you." My Dad tried to reason. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know how Jake turned in to Jacob as soon as he left, and I wasn't about to tell him.

"Dad. Thank you for trying to make me happy, but really. Jake and I just don't get along anymore. I don't want to be his friend, and I don't want him to talk to me anymore." I said, trying not to cry. I always hated that I was a crier.

"Oh honey, just give it a few days. I'm sure it will all blow over." He took a less proactive approach. "Thanks Dad." Was all I could think to respond.

"Oh and by the way, did the new neighbors seem friendly? I met the man this morning on the way to work. His name is Carlisle, he seemed very nice." I was glad he changed the subject, but I wished it would have been anything but this.

"Yes, I only met one, but he seemed very nice," and bi-polar, I decided not to add. "Oh yeah? He must have been on of the sons, they both start your school on Monday. Maybe you'll have some classes together." He said nonchalantly. This news excited me. If Edward didn't actually hate me, it would be nice to get to know him more, and if I he did actually hate me, maybe I could change that.

"Well Dad, I didn't really do anything for dinner. Do you mind if we just do pizza. I need to grocery shop tomorrow before I can cook a decent meal." I told him honestly. "Sure." Charlie was almost always in the mood for pizza. I'm pretty sure that's what he lived on before I moved in with him.

"Do you mind if I go for a walk before the pizza gets here?" I asked him, even though I knew he'd be fine with it. "Yeah, but keep your cell phone on, and don't go into the woods, do you hear me?" He said in a way only a true father would. "Okay dad, I'll be back in a bit."

I headed upstairs for a moment to grab my Zune. On the way out I made sure to throw the roses away in the trash.

I don't need Jacob Black, and I don't need his phony gifts.


A/N: I am posting the next chapter in about an hour because I pretty much already have it written since it was going to be part of this chapter, but it got to long. Thank you to everyone who reviews, seriously it makes me feel really good. Zune is way better than iPod by the way. The next three chapters are pretty much all Edward/Bella. SWEET! Review, yeah? PEACE. And thanks for reading!