Heya my lovely readers,

Here we are, at chapter eleven of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. As I have said before, I have a cover for this story. If anyone wants to see it, e-mail (email is posted on my profile) and I'll send it to you. I want to dedicate this chapter to a very special reviewer, bloodredeclipse (did I say Bloodsuckingleech before?). I would also like this one to go out to pricel and Amber (I did promise he would show up!).

Disclaimer-Twilight and all respective affiliates belong to Stephenie Meyer. Starbucks doesn't belong to Spackers.

I rolled over slowly, checking the time on my alarm clock. Six-thirty AM, it read. Fifteen minutes before the alarm went off. I sighed and slid out of the warm cocoon, padding into the bathroom. I had taken a shower the night before, so I didn't bother washing my hair again, just threw it up in a ponytail. I brushed my teeth and scrubbed at my face, then went back into my room, popping my back as I went.

Joy. First day of school in a new town, a whole other world. How am I going to survive this?

I groaned as I slid on some jeans and a sweatshirt, then grabbed my messenger bag and laced up my converses. I headed downstairs warily, wondering if Charlie was up yet or not. The shower running upstairs answered my question, and I trotted into the kitchen quickly, ignoring the many pictures on the walls of the hallway. I grabbed a banana and then left, grabbing a jacket and my keys as I went.

My car I bought in Phoenix had been shipped up to Forks the day before I left, so I had some mode of transportation when I got here. I got in, rubbing my hands against the cold, and tossed my things in the passenger seat while munching on the banana and turning up my CD, an old blink-182 CD I had gotten when I was eleven or twelve.

As "The Rock Show" penetrated my ears, I pulled out steadily and checked the time. Seven Oh Seven, still had about an hour before I could arrive at the High School and seem sane. I decided to grab some hot chocolate, to warm and wake me up. I headed for the nearest Starbucks, knowing exactly where it was from when I went with Charlie my first day here. I pulled into a parking spot and grabbed my iPod, turning it on and putting it on a decent song before turning off and locking my car, tugging my wallet out of my pocket to see how much cash I had. Seventeen dollars, that would be more than enough. I walked in warily, looking around, then ducked my head when I made eye contact with someone.

I joined the line and shuffled my feet to move forward. When a crowd of rowdy boys packed into the tiny store, I willed the line to move faster. This was really the last thing I needed, a bunch of stupid jocks bugging me. I ducked my head again and let out a sigh of relief when I finally reached the counter.

"Can I please have a tall hot chocolate?" I asked quickly before the teenage boy at the counter had a chance to ask me. He grinned at my impatience, looking knowingly over my shoulder, then back at me.

"Whipped cream?"

"Yes! Please!"

He chuckled and turned to fill my order, while I pulled out the exact amount of money, including change, and slapped it down on the counter. The boy finally saw that I was serious and really wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, so he hurried it up and brought the drink over to me quickly, sliding on the sleeve the instant before handing it to me.

"Hey," he caught my hand before I spun to leave. "Take this too, hope to see you again." With that, he shoved a napkin in my hand and released me. I took it warily, then gave him a tentative smile as I turned around, looking down. Oh! The napkin had a name…and a number on it! Jacob Black. I wondered where I had heard that name before, then turned back around bravely. I pulled a pen out of my pocket and caught his attention over the counter, scrawling my own name and number on another napkin, then handing it to him. He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but smile back, it was so infectious. Then I waved a little as I headed out, narrowly avoiding being squished by a jock.

As I heated up my car and put my iPod away, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. Despite all that had gone wrong in my life, people like that always seemed to make it better. Then my cell rang, and I hurried to pick it up. It was a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello?" I asked warily.

"Hiya, Bella." It was the boy from the coffee shop. I laughed out loud.

"You certainly didn't waste any time, now did you?"

"Course not. With a beaut like you, it's definetly best to snatch you up before someone else does." I blushed fiercely.

"Oh, well thanks I guess?"

"Haha!" He barked out a laugh. "No, I thank you, Miss Swan. Now I must ask something, will you accompany me to the movies on Saturday? I'll pick up around three-thirty. We can grab dinner, eh? What do you say?"

I couldn't help the look of disbelief that spread across my face. My second day in town, already being asked out-and for the first time in my life? No way!

"I…uh…"

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I'll understand."

"No! I mean, yes! I would love to accompany you to movies and dinner on Saturday, Jacob."

He exhaled a sigh of relief. "Great. I'll see you then."

I grinned. "Okay! See you then, Mr. Black!"

I entered the parking lot of Forks High with a smile bright enough to rival Shirley Temple's and a heart warm enough to melt an ice burg. How I wish those feelings could have lasted much longer.