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I'm bored out of my mind and I just feel...weird.

Anyway, here you go!

Chapter one

I sat on my rooftop, contemplating how I was going to break the news to my parents.

I am a senior in high school, but I go to a boarding school; I just live with my parents because they live only half an hour away from campus... and I was scared to live in the dorms provided. You see, I was going to live in the dorms, but when I got to my dorm room, a chick dressed in black leather was sitting on one of the beds in the dorm, twirling a knife in her hand that was covered in blood – her own blood. I flew out of there like a bat out of hell. They couldn't relocate me to another dorm so I asked them if I could live with my parents instead. They agreed – thank god – but I had to be on time for class no matter what. They had houses where students could live in but they were too expensive so... yeah, here I am.

I'm Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer Bella. I'm seventeen, I have long brown hair, brown eyes and I'm just a plain-Jane, nothing special. My parents are Renee and Charlie Swan, and they're both really strict. They don't show that they love me or care about me. They're both Christians and believe in sex after marriage. Yeah, I'm toast.

I have three best friends; Alice, Rosalie and Angela. Alice is a hyper, 5 foot tall pixie who needs to cut down on the coffee, energy drinks and shopping escapades. Rosalie is a bitch, but kind, five foot six, beauty queen. Angela is a shy, honest, five foot five bookworm. They're all single. I've known them since kindergarten, and they're the only people who truly care about me. They live in one of the houses on campus. They have tried many times to get me to live with them, but I refused because I didn't have enough money and they hardly had any room in that tiny house.

I sat on my rooftop for hours, trying to come up with things to say. One of the best ones was "Mom, Dad. I'm pregnant, get over it." Yeah, that would have gone down well. I finally decided on just letting it flow into the conversation at dinner. I just hoped that it worked.

"So, Bella dear, how's school?" My mother asked while eating her dinner, not looking at me. I sighed, don't say something stupid, don't say something stupid... I chanted in my head. I took a deep breath.

"School's fine, I like all of my teachers and I love my English class." I replied. Renee nodded her head absently and continued eating her meal. It was my Dad's turn now.

"How are your friends?" He asked, distractedly. Here goes...

"They'll all fine. We went to this party I got invited to the other week – it was...fun. They're doing well in their classes. Um..." But I didn't finish, because a wave of nausea hit me. I ran out of the dining room to the downstairs bathroom. I vaguely heard my Mom's worried shouts and her footsteps behind me. I only just made it to the toilet. My Mom held my hair for me and rubbed my back. It was the most caring I had ever seen her.

I stopped vomiting after a while, and I told Renee to wait in the living room with Charlie. I cleaned up and gave myself a little pep talk before facing my parents.

As soon as I walked into the living room, everything seemed to slow down. I saw Renee and Charlie's intense stares, I heard my footsteps like they stomps, echoing off the walls, and I felt the tears slowly well in my eyes. I stood a few feet away from the sofa they were sitting on and looked at both of them in the eyes.

"I'm pregnant." There, I said it. And I immediately regretted it. Charlie's face turned instantly purple, and Renee looked like she was about to murder me.

"What?" I winced at Renee's cold voice – it cut right through me. I met Renee's eyes.

"I'm pregnant." I repeated but it was a weak whisper. Renee got up from the sofa and slowly walked towards me, looking scary calm. She stared at me for ten seconds, then sneered at me. Then she did the one thing I thought she wasn't capable of doing.

She slapped me. Hard.

It was hard enough to knock me to the floor. I gasped and held my cheek, the tears finally falling down my face, staring up at Renee, shocked and scared.

"Get out." Renee's ice-cold voice sliced through me again. She couldn't do that! Throw me out on the street! No,no, no...

"But-"

"GET OUT YOU UNGRATEFUL WHORE!" Renee screeched.

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It had been three hours since I had faced my parents. I was now struggling to haul all of my stuff across to my best friends house. I was breathing heavily, sweating uncontrollably, and it scared the crap out of me that I was pulling all of my bags out in the open, in the dark.

I screamed as I tripped and fell to the concrete sidewalk. I couldn't stifle my sobs as they erupted from my mouth. I sat on the pavement, leaning on one of my bags, sobbing my heart out. It could have been seconds, minutes or hours that I stayed there, I didn't know, and I didn't care.

"Excuse me?" A voice accented with a southern drawl asked. I jumped and stared at the man looking down at me, a worried expression clear on his face. He was at least six foot four, maybe, and he had shaggy honey-blond hair that fell into his eyes – that were a sapphire blue color. He was handsome.

I sniffled, and wiped at my eyes furiously. "Yes?"

"Are you okay? Do you need any help with those bags?" He asked, concerned. I stared at him for a second, wondering if I should trust this stranger...

"Um, no I'm not okay and if you wouldn't mind, please, could you help me with my bags?" I heard myself say. He smiled at me then grabbed three out of the five duffel bags and suitcases I had. I smiled slightly at him and thanked him.

"So, where're you going?" He asked casually.

"Well...I'm going to my friends house on campus. I'm Bella Swan, by the way." I replied. I was completely at ease with this guy. He just had this calm aura that emanated from him.

"I'm Jasper Hale."

"You mean as in the brother of Rosalie Hale? As in, the Hales?" I asked him a bit surprised.

"Er...yeah. How do you know my sister?" He asked, his eyebrows scrunched together. I laughed.

"Rose is one of my best friends, I've known her since kindergarten. You know what? It's strange that I never actually met you." It was true. Every time I would have gone to Rosalie's house, Jasper would have been out or locked up in his room.

"Yeah, that is strange. Which way is your friends house?" He questioned. I told him which way to go and we exchanged in friendly chatter all the way to the house.

We got to the front porch and I rang the doorbell. The house was painted white, with three floors. The windows were frosted and had black blinds. There was a balcony on the roof. Perfect.

The door flung open and a surprised looking Alice answered the door.

"Bella? What's wrong?" She asked frantically. And to my dismay, I started to bawl. Alice rushed out of the house and wrapped me in a comforting hug, uttering reassuring words. I noticed that Jasper stood there awkwardly, but he couldn't stop staring at Alice. I pushed Alice away.

"Can we talk about it inside?" I asked, Alice nodded. That's when she noticed Jasper, and she smiled a brilliant smile.

"You've kept me waiting." Alice sang. Jasper stood there, looking confused.

"Sorry ma'am." Jasper bowed and winked at Alice, causing her to explode into giggles. I smiled.

"C'mon Jasper. Come inside." I smirked at him. He agreed.

Alice got a couple of bags and hauled them into the house, calling Angela and Rosalie to get there buts downstairs. They slumped down the stairs and were taken aback by all of the bags in the hallway. They both gasped as they saw me. Did I really look that messed up?

"Go into the living room and I'll explain." I sighed. They all nodded.

"Jasper? What're you doing here?" Rosalie asked suspicious. I rolled my eyes.

"He helped me with my bags. C'mon." I said walking into the living room. I sat in the big blood red bean bag, and watched as everyone sat on the matching four-seater sofa.

"Okay guys... My parents threw me out-" I was cut off by Rosalie.

"Those sons of-"

"Rose!" I laughed.

"Well it's true!" She replied, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Anyway... they kicked me out of the house because..." I was so nervous that I thought that I was going to throw up, "Guys...I'm...I'm..." I started sobbing. Angela had a knowing and sympathetic look on her face.

"You're..." She started but I cut he off.

"Pregnant. I'm pregnant." I sobbed. Alice, Rosalie and Jasper gasped.

"How?"

"When?"

"Where?"

"At that party three weeks ago, I got drunk and it just..." I broke down then, violently sobbing and shaking. Alice, Rosalie, and Angela came and hugged me.

"Do you know who the Dad is?" Angela asked softly. I sobbed more.

"Ed...w...ar...d" I bawled. Alice flung up, looking furious.

"Edward!? I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!"Alice started for the door but Jasper caught her by the waist.

"He's not worth it. Not now. Bella needs you." Jasper reasoned and Alice immediately softened up.

We all stayed in the living room for a while, going over ideas of how to tell him. Jasper apparently lived in one of the houses with him and another guy – Emmett – and he was very useful. He told us that he could take it any way. He told us that the best way to tell him was to have all of us there, for moral support. I thought that that was a great idea, because there was no way that I could tell him on my own.

Since tomorrow was Saturday, we decided to head over to his house then. The girls agreed that I could stay in the attic, because they had just cleared it out. Jasper left after that, leaving a pouting Alice behind. I laughed at her half-heartedly.

Tomorrow was going to be tough. But at least I knew that I had my best friends' support, maybe even Jasper's.

I headed to my new room, and found that the attic was quite cool. There was a double bed with a navy blue comforter, sheet, and pillows. The walls were white with navy blue swirls on them. A white chest of drawers was pushed into a corner of the room and a large mirror stood next to it. There was a glass sliding door leading to the balcony. I sighed and walked onto the balcony. I climbed onto the tiles of the roof and sat there, watching the stars.

It was going to be a long night.