"Uh, Hi." I tried being cool, twirling my hair with my finger. Being friendly, flirting. Its what I did in Jacksonville. All the boys loved me, and I never had a problem talking to them either. But I think I found my match. "How do you know my name?"

He looked amused and I noticed he had adorable dimples. "Jaymes. After being called a Macho Man by a complete stranger I had to find out who you were. And I heard Jaymes greeting you so I asked him."

"And he told you. Do you live in the building?"

"No. But since Edward" He nodded toward the bronze haired boy "is dating Bella, we are there all the time."

I could only nod in response. Why am I having problems talking to this boy?

"I am curious. Why Did you call me a Macho Man?"

Oh no I could feel myself start to blush, only I would get caught checking out a total stranger. "Well the definition of a Macho is the property of being overly masculine." At least that could come out of my mouth. He looked a little confused and those dimples made another appearance. I better get grip.

"And I fit that how?"

"Well.. Umm. Have. You seen.." I tangled my finger in my hair, my blushing felt hotter. Get a grip girl, boys don't make you nervous. I gave myself a mental shake and hoped I could continue "Have you seen the way you're dressed or the way you act?" His shirt fitting so snugly around those muscles and the way he carried himself.

He smiled and those beautiful dimples practically reached out to grab me. And his brown eyes caught me where I stood. This guy was hot and he knew it. "Yeah I know. Nice of you to notice"

With that the Bell rang for first hour and I practically ran in the direction of the gym. Nothing like the old saying 'Saved By the Bell'.

I made it through my first half of school and to lunch. I only got lost a few times and the teachers would help me out after lecturing me about tardiness. Now its lunch time and I have no friends and no one to sit with. I felt someone tap my shoulder, and thinking it was Bella or Jazz I spun around quickly. Oh, it was the one girl who talked to me in Study Hour. I forgot her name already.

"Hi Rosalie!" She was a nice and friendly girl. Very much outgoing, I pegged her for a cheerleader but I never did ask her if that was true.

"Hello."

"Vera." She laughed "Don't worry about it. I did the same thing last year. But I was hoping maybe you'll sit with me at lunch?"

"Oh my gosh. Thank you. That would be great." We were going to friends I just knew it.

"So you're sister is a popular one." She smiled as we passed the table Bella was at with her huge group of friends, including the hot guy.

"Hey Vera?" I asked as we sat down at a table in the back "The big muscle guy next to Bella. Who is he?"

"That's Emmett McCarty." She rolled her eyes "He's the quarterback and best wrestler type guy. Ladie's Man I hear"

"Macho Man." I whispered.

"Yeah. That's the type. Why?" She was nice. So I told her the story about the lobby. She laughed with me. Then abruptly stopped laughing and looked down. I looked around and noticed Bella was coming towards us. Great, what did she want? She came right next to me and the next thing I knew was milk pouring down my head.

"Oops. I spilt." She smiled and turned away laughing.

I put my head down. I won't cry, I wont Cry! Who the hell am I now? No one would have dared this back home.

"Sorry Rosalie. Bella can be a major Bitch sometimes. You don't get to be the top freshman girl without treating other this way." I turned to look and it was Emmett, talking to me and handing me a towel.