Okay, so this is just a heads up, Masen and Cameron are nothing alike. For those of you who loved Cameron, You are probably going to hate Masen, But he gets better, I promise, the brattiness doesn't last that long.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, SM does.

Chapter 1

BPOV

I opened my eyes and looked out the window of my apartment. The sun hadn't even begun to rise yet. So why was I up? I always got up before I was supposed to. Masen was probably still asleep, not even probably, he was asleep. I sat up and ran a hand through my hair. I wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon. I stood up and stretched, better to make breakfast early, he most likely wasn't going to eat it anyway.

I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. The light above the stove was still on so I knew that Masen had come in, choosing to eat at night instead of when I put the food in front of him. That was one of his many quirks.

"You shouldn't wake up so early." I heard his voice say from behind me. "It's not even time for school yet."

"Since when do you go to school?" I questioned sarcastically.

"I show up for attendance, they should feel lucky. I don't have to go at all." He sat down at the kitchen table.

"School is important, you need to at least try and make some friends and stop pissing off the FBI." I growled. "I got another letter today."

"I should write back and tell them to upgrade their system."

"They're trying to decide whether you're just a pest or a serious terrorist threat, leave it alone." I snapped.

"Can't do, I have something I want to try."

"Masen!" I warned.

"What? I'm helping people. They now know that their system is crap enough for a 16 year old to hack it."

"You aren't a normal 16 year old. Normal 16 year olds care about cars and girls, you seem to care about neither." I handed him a piece of toast. "I just want you to stay out of trouble."

"I'll start bouncing my signal then. They won't have a clue." He winked and then gagged as he bit into the toast. "You cannot cook."

"And yet you still live here."

"…"

I passed him a cereal box instead.

MPOV

"I don't understand why I have to go." I growled angrily, twirling a strand of hair around my fingers.

"Masen please. School is a good thing, it's fun and constructive and you'll get to make great friends that could possibly last a lifetime." She said pointedly.

"What the heck? Did you buy gourmet coffee beans this morning or something? You seem way to happy to be going to that job you supposedly hate so much." I gave up and pushed my cereal away from me. I didn't feel like eating anything.

"Shut up, I don't see why you don't want to ride the bus. I liked riding the bus when I was in high school." My mother said happily.

"That's because you had friends, not people threatening to beat you up at every turn. I mean really mom, school isn't as fun now as it used to be in the good ole days."

"How do you expect to go to college then? You never show up and you're failing, your teachers don't think you're smart." I pointed out.

"I'll ace the SAT, it's not a big deal. I could probably sweep Harvard's freshman class and not loose a wink of sleep. School isn't all that important." I leaned back in my chair.

"I am not that old." She huffed, angry with my always logical backtalk.

"Sure you aren't miss I'm almost 40 but I like to pretend like I'm 25." I laughed at my own sarcastic humor.

"Oh just go to school, don't forget your helmet or your pads, please don't fall either, I can't afford another trip to the emergency room."

"Glad to know money is more important than my safety and well being mother dear." I stood up, grabbed my backpack and went to go load up my bike. Now you might think that I was disrespecting my mother, the truth is, that's just the way we go back and forth, it's our relationship.

I jumped onto my bike and waved to my mother. She blew me a kiss as I rode off down the street.

Now, I'm a safe biker. I know my turning signals and the basic laws of safety. That was the way my mother raised me to behave. I rode along as usual waving to my neighbors when it hit me.

I slammed against the asphalt, my bike landing on top of me. The car that hit me screeched to a halt right before it actually ran me over. I heard the door open and soon, a man in a black suit was looking anxiously at me.

"Are you alright, I didn't see you." he said quickly. I rolled over and got to my feet.

"You just hit me with you car, no, I am not alright! You're lucky I'm not allergic to the type of paint you're using or something, you could have killed me." I shouted at him. He flinched at my tone. That was the first time I ever looked at the car, it was a limousine. "What the heck, who takes a limo through this neighborhood?"

"I apologize, we can take you to a hospital, I'm sure my boss would pay for any bills." He tried to drift my attention back to my injuries.

"Whatever, last thing I need is someone rich taking care of me."

The back door opened at the sound of my voice.

"Victor, what's going on?" he asked, he was clearly the boss. He was wearing a grey power suit with a tie, total nub if you ask me.

"We hit someone sir, a child."

"I am not a child, I'm almost eighteen." I growled at him. The man looked me over with curious eyes.

"Why were you riding in the street?"

"Because it's against the law to ride on the side walk you nimrod." I picked up my bike to look over the damage, it was bad, the back wheel was crushed. I heard another door open.

"Daddy! What is going on! We have to get to the church!" a shrill voice shouted. I tried to refrain from covering my ears.

"Tanya, calm down, can't you see we've hit someone?" the man said softly. I groaned.

"Well move his body and let's go! We have a deadline!" she shouted even louder.

My eyebrows rose.

"Do you have a computer in your car?" I asked quietly.

"Yes? Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine, really." I told the driver, he seemed to be the only one actually concerned about my welfare. That was, until the last man got out. He wasn't dressed like the others, not all fancy and prudish. He wore a simple tee shirt and jeans.

"Hey, are you alright?" he walked closer, worry etched onto his face.

"Please don't make a scene, my mother will hear and that's the last thing I need." I whimpered pathetically.

"No really, we should take you to the hospital, you could be seriously hurt." He insisted.

"No thanks. I'm most likely smarter than you so I can tell I'm fine, just a few lacerations." I held up air quotes. His eyebrows rose at my words.

"Smarter than me, are you so sure?" he was just being stupid then.

"I have an IQ of 173, I'm what the call, a genius." Air quotes again.

"Well you don't seem to modest about it." now it was his turn to cross his arms.

"If you got it, flaunt it." I snapped. He laughed loudly.

"At least let us drive you to school Mr. Genius, education's important." He was still laughing. I sighed and finally relented and climbed into the limo.

"Edward, what is this? We have a schedule to keep, we don't have time to be charitable." The woman shrieked. She had strawberry blonde hair and blue crisp blue eyes. She glared rather frostily at me. I ignored her as I pulled out my laptop, just because the weren't paying for my medical bills didn't mean they weren't going to pay. I cracked my knuckles and logged on.

After a couple of minuets, Edward looked over at my screen.

"What's with all the numbers?"

"It's binary." I wanted to call him an ignoramus but I figured he wouldn't know what that meant.

"Oh, that's the code for computers, why are you looking it over?"

"I'm not, I'm just screwing around with it. You can stop here." I said to the driver. He stopped the car and then came to open the door for me. Edward stuck out his hand.

"Edward Masen."

"Masen Swan." He looked shocked for a second and then shook his head. Then, he looked closer.

"Masen, that's a strange first name."

"My mom's a strange person, take it up with her." I shrugged and got out of the car.
"What's her name?" he asked slowly.

"Bella Swan." I shut the door and walked away, leaving a very surprised man behind me.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

"No matter what happens to me, you still somehow manage to survive." I hissed at it.

"Masen, did you get hit by a car?!" My mother's voice screamed as soon as I hit the talk button.

"Yes, no big deal, I can walk."

"You little- Masen what ware you thinking, you could go into shock! You could have hit your head, I'm taking you to the hospital…oh…this is going to cost a fortune!"

"Don't worry mom, the driver said he'd pay." I smiled as my computer screen finally showed what I wanted, the records. I had social security numbers, credit card transactions, and everything else I needed.

"Don't worry mom, everything will be just fine." I smiled grimly and closed the laptop. Edward Masen hmmm…he didn't seem like a challenge.