I don't own Twilight, but I love SM, she's the best.

Sorry this POV was a little harder and took longer to write, I'm sorry for any spelling/grammar errors that I made, please review!

Matthew Cameron Richards

"So is Grant coming over today?" my mom asked brightly just as I was about to dash out the door.

Nosy woman.

"No, I don't think so Mom." I said icily my hand still on the door handle.

"Oh, you know I haven't been seeing much of him around here lately." she mentioned.

Well of course not, even a blind person would know by now that Grant and I weren't exactly on the same page. If that blind person lived in La Push that is.

"Yeah I know. You know Mom, I kind of have to go."

"All right, well, have fun at school sweetie."

"Thanks Mom. Bye."

I stomped over to my black truck waiting in the driveway. Why did she have to bring up the stupid Grant thing in the first place?

Grant Black and I had been best friends since me and my mom moved here four years ago. We did everything together, racing along the beach, working on cars in my garage, riding his dad's old bikes. We were a lot alike in that I only had my mother and he only had his father. But this year he started acting all weird and joined Mike Uley and Christopher Attera's gang. At first his dad said he was sick and couldn't talk to anybody, then I started seeing him around La Push hanging out with Mike and Chris, whenever I tried to talk to him they'd just vanish in the surrounding forest. I tried calling him but he kept saying things like, "It's just better if we're not friends. Trust me Matt, I wish I could, but I can't." eventually I just gave up calling.

I was really fuming now, I had been thinking about Grant all the way to Forks High.

There used to be a school on the reservation back when Grant's dad was a kid, but they closed it a while ago and now everyone was either home schooled or they went to school in Forks.

My poor truck, the trip (short as it was) really wasn't good for the old engine, and the gas mileage, well let's not talk about that.

I pulled up next to a shiny black Mercedes, I would've chosen an older car but it was the only open spot, my car looked exceptionally old and dirty next to the streamlined sports car.

I dimly wondered who it belonged to, I was used to seeing the the silver Volvo and yellow Porsche in the student lot, they belonged to the Cullens, the freakishly beautiful family that Mike and his gang seemed to hold grudge with.

Was there another Cullen in town?

But I soon pushed the mysterious car and it's owner to the back of my mind, Mike and Grant were walking by.

They seemed to be in deep conversation and neither looked at me, they both looked worried, Grant was using his hands as he talked like he sometimes did when he was nervous.

The bell rang then, and they both looked up.

I quickly focused my attention on my back-pack, not wishing to be noticed.

When I looked up again they were gone.

Wow they were fast lately.

It was then I realized I was late.

Oh crap.

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"Mr. Richards, your late." the teacher, Ms. Goff, said sternly as I stepped through the door.

"I know Ms. Goff, I'm sorry, I got- um- distracted."

"Well I would apreciate it if, in the future, you could try to make it to my class on time."

"Will do, Ms. Goff." I said walking to my seat at the back of the room.

As I sat down, another person walked through the door, late.

I stared at my notebook waiting for Ms. Goff to unleash her rath on whoever had dared to arrive to her class late.

But the chiding did not come, and as I looked up I realized nearly the whole class had turned to gape at the new arrival, even Ms. Goff.

And then I saw why.

She was wearing dark jeans and a gray sweater. Her copper hair fell around her face in soft waves, her skin was pale and her features were angular, her eyes glowed a warm butterscotch.

Another Cullen.

But there was something different about this one, like maybe she had more color in her cheeks, or maybe her lips looked softer than the other's.

"Er, and you are?" Ms. Goff asked, recovering from her mental breakdown.

"Cadium Cullen, call me Caddy." her musical voice sounded bored.

"Would you like to tell the class something about yourself?"

"Not really."

She was making her way down the aisle before Ms. Goff could blink. Every set of eyes were glued to her graceful step, the girls in jealousy and the boys in awe.

It was then that I realized in horror and elation that I was sitting next to the only empty desk in the room.

"Class take out your textbooks, Cadium you'll have to share with your neighbor for today."

She was sitting down now, she turned to face me.

"Hi, I'm Matt Richards." I stuck out my hand.

A handshake? I wanted to slap myself.

But she took it, "Caddy Cullen."

"Here, we're on page 235." I said pushing the textbook towards her.

"Oh, I won't be needing it." she smiled as if she was enjoying some sort of private joke.

"Alright." I took the book back. "Have you done this book before?"

"Something like that." she answered vaguely, smiling again.