Second AN: Re-upload with minor changes. Thanks for reading!

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AN: I saw the movie! Loved it, of course. Sorry it took a while to update. I've been super busy, and will stay super busy until after the New Year. I'll try to update as much as I can. So this chapter is from a different point of view. Sorry if the switch from third to first person bugs you. That just seemed the right way for it to go. Enjoy!

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Crazy. That was the only way to describe the situation. The only thing that was more insane was that it was not her idea.

One comment gave Charlie the idea. One off-hand remark that she wasn't even sure she had actually meant. It had started the whole thing.

"I'm not really comfortable hanging around girls. They're so complicated. I bet being a boy would be a lot easier."

Apparently Charlie had taken this to mean that she didn't want to be around girls at all. So he had talked to a friend of his, who happened to be principal of an elite boarding school near Forks, Washington, where Charlie lived. She had been enrolled without her knowledge, but had decided to go along with it since Charlie had gone to so much trouble.

Her mom, Renee, had recently remarried, and she decided to move to Forks and live with her dad, Charlie, to give Renee peace of mind so she could travel with her husband, Phil.

She now stood at the entrance to Seattle Preparatory School, the exclusive, all-male boarding school she now attended. Looking around, all she saw was clouds, mountains, trees, and boys. Lots of boys. She shook her head, the feel of her newly cut hair strange around her face. "What have you gotten yourself into, Bella?"

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I followed the instructions the large, red-haired woman in the office had given me to my first class, English. The teacher, Mr. Mason, signed my slip and gave me a reading list to look over while the rest of the class finished a book discussion. I had already read most of the books on the list, to my relief. That was one less thing I would have to worry about.

It seemed as though a lot of my classmates were more interested in me than in the book discussion they were supposed to be engaged in. As soon as the bell rang, a gangly, black-haired boy introduced himself to me.

"Hey, welcome to Seattle Prep. I'm Eric Yorkie." He stuck out his hand.

I took his hand, giving what I hoped was a firm handshake. "I'm Be… Blake. Blake Swan. Nice to meet you."

"Any relation to Chief Swan in Forks?"

I groaned inwardly. So much for anonymity. "Yeah, he's my dad, actually. How do you know him?"

"I live in Forks. A lot of the guys here are from Forks, actually. If you go home any on the weekends, we could all hang out sometime."

"Yeah, maybe," I responded noncommittally.

"So, what's your next class?" Eric asked.

I checked my schedule. "Looks like I have Government with Jefferson."

"I have to go past there to get to my next class. I'll show you where it is."

"Cool, thanks." At least I wouldn't get lost. And this boy didn't seem to think there was anything strange about me. I wondered what these boys would think if they ever found out.

Government passed by quickly. A kid named Tyler Crowley introduced himself to me afterwards, and pointed out my Spanish classroom. A friendly, spikey-haired, blond boy named Mike Newton walked with me from Spanish to lunch, and invited me to sit with him.

We were joined by Eric, Tyler, and another boy named Ben Cheney. Talk at the table was sporadic, with most of the guys concentrating more on their food then on participating in a conversation. A tall, blond-haired boy at another table caught my attention as he rose, grabbing his tray. My gaze strayed to the other two at his table. All three were very pale, with dark circles under their eyes, and were inhumanly beautiful.

I nudged Mike. "Hey, who are those guys over there?"

"They're the Cullen brothers. Well, Cullen and Hale, technically. They're not actually brothers, but they were all adopted by Dr. Carlisle Cullen a few years back. Dr. Cullen is our school doctor here, too. I hear they also have two adopted sisters, and that the girls are coupled up with two of the guys," Mike responded.

"Oh, yeah? Which ones?" I stared over at the table, where the two remaining Cullens sat, food untouched.

"The guy that just walked out, Jasper Hale, is with a girl that's our age, Alice Cullen, I think her name is. The big one, Emmett Cullen, is with another senior, Rosalie Hale. She and Jasper are actually brother and sister, not just by adoption," Mike continued.

"How do you know all this stuff?" I asked, confused as to why Mike would know so much about a family that he did not appear to be close friends with.

"My girlfriend goes to Queen Anne Prep, same as those girls. She thinks it's weird how they're in the same family but they're still together." Mike shrugged.

"They're not related, so it shouldn't be a big deal," I said. "So Jasper and
Emmett are seniors? What about the last guy?"

"That's Edward Cullen. He's a junior, like us."

Edward turned toward us as Mike answered, as if he could hear us from across the cafeteria. His eyes met mine for a second, and I looked down, embarrassed. Why did such a gorgeous guy have to look at me when I was supposed to be a boy? His messy bronze hair was just begging for someone to run their hands through it. I could feel myself blushing, and I cringed inwardly. I doubted many boys blushed as easily as I did.

There was a pause, and then Mike said, "That's weird."

I paused a moment before responding, looking up at Mike. "What?"

"Edward Cullen is staring at you."

I glanced at Edward again, looking away almost immediately. He was indeed staring at me, with the strangest look on his face. I could feel my face getting even redder, and my heart began to race. I tried to sound nonchalant as I responded, "Uh, yeah, weird."

Edward and his brother both stood up then, exiting the cafeteria as quickly and with just as much grace as their brother, Jasper, had. Lunch was coming to an end, so the others guys and I gathered all our trash, tossed it, and headed out to our prospective classes.

Mike was in my next class also, Biology 2. After we walked into the classroom, Mike headed to his seat as I went to get the teacher to sign my slip. I looked over the classroom as I did so, and noticed that the only empty seat was at the lab table where Edward Cullen was seated. Just my luck. I could feel my cheeks heating up again.

I felt the warmth from a heat vent as the teacher gathered the things I needed. I glanced toward Edward again and was shocked to find him glaring at me, a fist clenched on the tabletop and his eyes hard. I took my things from the teacher and headed for the seat he directed me to, which was, of course, next to Edward.

I set my books on the table and glanced over at Edward. He looked like he was in pain, or had smelled an extremely unpleasant odor. I was sure it couldn't be me; I had just showered that morning. I could already feel my face heating up. I chanced another peek at Edward and instantly regretted it. His eyes seemed to be burning into me, and the phrase, 'If looks could kill,' crossed my mind as I wondered at the color of his eyes, which were entirely black.

I tried hard to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, but unfortunately I had already learned it. I took extensive notes anyway, trying to ignore the way that Edward seemed to be trying to get as far away from me as possible, leaning away and sitting so still that he almost seemed to stop breathing.

Finally the bell rang, and Edward was up from his seat and out of the room almost before I had time to move. I gathered my books, and got up, still shaken from Edward's strange behavior.

Mike came up behind me and clapped me on the back. "Time for gym, right, man?"

I had forgotten about gym. "Great," I groaned.

"What's the matter? Don't you like gym?"

"I am so uncoordinated it's not even funny," I confessed.

"Whatever, dude. I'm sure you'll be fine. Coach Clapp's a cool guy." We headed out into the hallway, and Mike continued talking. "So did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil, or what? I've never seen him act like that."

I cringed. I guess I hadn't been imagining it, after all. I played dumb. "Oh, right, I did sit next to him, didn't I?"

"Yeah," Mike responded. "He looked like he was in pain or something."

"I don't know." I shrugged. "I didn't even talk to him at all."

"He's a weird guy," Mike commented nonchalantly. "Maybe he's just ticked that he doesn't get a room to himself anymore."

"Yeah, I guess." I paused. "Wait, what?"

"Don't you know?" asked Mike. "You're going to be Edward Cullen's new roommate."

I froze, panic filling me. Edward Cullen, strange, beautiful, Edward, who seemed to hate me, was my roommate? I wouldn't last a week!