In my school in Forks, Washington there are a few different social groups.

There were the emos and goths, the children who wear lots of black (such as clothes from Hot Topic), has pale skin, wears lots of makeup (even if it's a guy), dyes their hair dark colors, listens to rock and metal music which talk about sad stuff, cut themselves, and cry a lot.

Then the punks, that wear clothing such as ripped faded jeans, plaid shorts, studded belts, band shirts, etc., has a mohawk (in which the spikes may have dyed colors), doesn't give a shit about what everyone thinks of them, wants to rebel against society, loves to skate, smokes or does other drugs, and of course, listens to punk rock.

The preps, that love shopping at stores such as Abercrombie and Fitch, wears lots of pink, frequently wears short revealing clothes such as miniskirts or mini tank tops, listens to pop music, speaks with exaggerations on many words such as "like, oh my GOD, that is SOOOOO cool!" is self-centered and conceited, and usually have blonde hair (which might be dyed as well).

The jocks, that wear lots of sports-related clothes such as basketball jerseys, has sneakers such as Nike's or Adidas, works out a lot, like the prep is self-centered and conceited, puts on lots of deodorant, (obviously) loves to play sports, and when not playing, watches them on TV (ESPN, for example), and lastly, can't pass an academic grade at school if his life (or rather, his professional career) depended on it.

And, then, me. I was Chief Swan's daughter. For as long as I can remember, people have treated me different because of that. I was never asked to parties, or dances, because if there was any drinking or anything going on, everyone though I would but them.

I used to be pretty popular, but my ex-best friend changed all of that in the 7th grade.

Flashback

"Izzy, catch!" Emmett, one of my friends, threw the basketball at me. I grabbed it, and ran to the other side of the gym, our friends Edward and Jasper following. We were playing two on two, in the gym after school, and Emmett and I were winning. If I made this shot, we would win. I threw the ball, and in slid into the hoop.

"YES!" Emmett and I cheered at the same time. We ran over to Jasper and Edward, and I hugged Jasper like I always did to the other players after a game. When I went to hug Edward, he pushed me off.

"Rematch, one-on-one, you, me, right here, right now, Swan."

I was shocked, but I agreed. The game was close. Edward and I were both great players. When Edward went to make his winning shot, the ball bounced off of the backboard. I grabbed it, and sprinted to my hoop. I threw it in, and won.

Again, I went to hug Edward. He shoved me back, and I fell. In our gym, there are two courts, one on top of the other. With my clumsiness, when Edward shoved me, I hit the rail, dividing us from the lower court. I flew over, and fell down onto the bleachers for the second court. I landed very hand on my leg, and I could hear the sickening crunch. I heard Coach Clapp yell.

"What the hell?"

I heard a thunder of footsteps as he, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward came running down to see me.

"Izzy, are you okay?"

"No, Coach. I think I broke my leg."

"How did you fall?"

I looked between my friends.

"Edward and I were playing one on one, and I went to hug him, and-" I glanced up, and saw the pure, unmasked hared in his eyes. "And I missed him and flew over the rail."

Coach raised an eyebrow at my story, but nodded just the same.

"Izzy, this isn't broken, it's just very badly sprained. Keep this brace on it, and you'll be fine."

"OK, Coach."

I started to leave, and I was out of the doors before I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Lie."

"I didn't, Edward. That's what happened."

"No, and you know it. I'm sorry; Izzy, but I can't be friends with you anymore. You're a girl, and I'm a guy. The rest of the team doesn't want me with you anymore."

"Are you…"

"Yeah, Izzy. We can't do this. Now, don't go to my house anymore, and don't call me, or talk to me, okay?"

I just shook my head.

"Cullen, you better hope your head doesn't get any bigger, you won't be able to leave your room."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"I think you know."

I turned and began the long walk home.

The next day, neither Edward, Jasper, nor Emmett talked to me.

I was alone.

End Flashback.

Somehow, Coach had found out about what happened with Edward. Edward was kicked off of all of the teams, and banned from rejoining that year. He was the victim. I, however, was seen as the offender. I supposedly squealed on Edward, because I was jealous about his girlfriend, Victoria.

As if.

It wasn't me who told, but if I find who did, I will show them a piece of my mind.

I was ignored for three grades after that.

It was a few days after a test, and Mr. Banner had just handed me a paper back.

"Congratulations, Isabella. A 100%."

Edward, who was sitting in front of me, swiveled around.

"What's it like having everyone know?"

I just looked at him. He frowned, and gazed at me.

"Fine, I'll bite. Having everyone know what?"

"That, seeing as you're dumber than dirt, everyone knows you sleep with the teachers to bring your grades up."

I felt tears gathering in my eyes, and my throat close up.

"Aww… did I make the Ugly Swan cry?"

I grabbed my bag, and ran out of the room, not caring what anyone thought.

EPOV

I wish things were like old times. They probably could be, if I weren't so stupid. I had gotten so used to being around people who picked on Bella, that I began to. I felt horrible. I went home, and called Tanya.

"Tanya, can you come over?"

"Sure, Eddie, but one thing."

"What?"

"I was told that you were with Irina last night."

"I was," she gasped " But I thought of you the whole time."

The stupid girl giggled, and said bye.

I went into my bathroom to take a shower and calm my nerves. When I entered my room, wearing my towel, Tanya was lying on my bed, naked as the day she was born.

I didn't say a word. I lay down next to her, and began going through the motions that were becoming almost robotic. How I wished it were Bella here with me, instead of Tanya. But, by being a selfish, stupid, hormonal teenage boy, I had pushed her away, possibly ending all chances of that forever.