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"Bella! Bella! Over here!" I hear a voice yell out. I quickly turn towards the direction of the voice and see a young man, around my age, in police custody. That is him. HIM.

"Bells" my dad says breaking my gaze. "We got him Bells, are you Ok?" he continues as he pulls me in for a hug.

As I began to answer him, "I will be, I just…" I was interrupted as the man in custody yelled out at me. "Bella please, I'm sorry, let me explain! Tell these guys we're best friends so we can get this straightened out!"

I am startled by his comments. He knows my name. He's apologizing. He says we're friends. It's all a bit too much and I quickly turn away realizing my dad isn't beside me anymore. But before I can call out for him he is walking back towards me from one of the other officers.

"Do you recognize him Bells? Says his name is Edward Cullen." my dad asks.

Oh my god. "Daddy, he was my high school biology partner. I'm sure of it. Yes, I remember now." I only took a few seconds and another quick glance towards him and sure enough it WAS Edward Cullen from Forks High.

I am sort of in a daze of confusion and shock when I hear Edward speak to me again.

"Bella what is wrong with you! We've been best friends for 2 years! I know you better than anyone! You know me better than I know myself! We love each other! Don't do this!" Wow. This is so crazy. He is crazy. But somehow I'm not as scared of him as I thought I would be. I'm anxious and tense, but not scared.

"I'm so sorry Edward, I don't know you. We barely even spoke to each other in biology." I say to him. Then I take in his face for the first time and am shocked to see that HE looks scared. He looks scared, hurt, confused. I hope he is going to be Ok.

"Is he going to be ok Daddy?"

"He'll get what he deserves Bells, I'm only worried about you and that you're Ok. Ok?"

The closer to him we get the more I believe that he is quite harmless and definitely not who I expected my stalker to be.

"I'm Ok Daddy" I reply, but I'm not paying much attention to my dad anymore because I am staring into the most gorgeous green eyes I have ever seen and wondering why in the hell Edward Cullen couldn't have just asked me out like a normal guy.

I was a loner in high school and it was no different when I moved to Forks and started senior year at Forks High. I met Edward on my first day when we became partners in biology. He never once revealed that he had feelings for me. Never even that he wanted to be my friend let alone more. I haven't even seen him since graduation day.

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2 years ago

Sigh. First day of Senior year. New school. New people. But I'm ok with that. I didn't exactly leave anything behind in Phoenix. The only real friend I had was my mother so it's not like I'm going to be missing out on some great senior year with friends. I have always been a loner and I'm sort of resigned that I always will be. At least for now anyway.

As the day went on I realized that I was like some shiny new toy for the kids at Forks High. At my school in Phoenix no one gave a crap about me. Here, everyone knew my name before I even walked onto the campus. It seems that everyone had been anticipating my arrival.

I had been talked to by more people by lunch then in a whole year at Phoenix. It was freaking me out a bit, but I think they were starting to realize that I wasn't exactly outgoing. When they were finally shutting the hell up, they realized that I wasn't actually talking back. But some people, namely Jessica Stanley, didn't care that I wasn't talking back and dragged me with her to her lunch table, which I was ok with because, even though I'm a loner, I don't like to stand out. Sitting with Jessica, I can blend in, have a few acquaintances and still hide a bit. It was perfect.

My only two classes after lunch were biology then gym. Biology will be easy enough since I was already in an accelerated class in Phoenix. But gym, ugh. The bane of my existence.

I got to biology a bit late and all but one seat was taken. I sat down by the boy and took a quick glance at him. Standard issue geek if I ever saw one. Hair and glasses covering most of his face. I couldn't tell much about his clothes as he was sitting so close to the table and slightly leaning away from me. He looked so nervous I almost thought I saw him shaking. Maybe he's never been this close to a girl before.

Normally I wouldn't make the effort to be overly friendly to someone who was obviously disinterested in getting to know me, but seeing as how we will have to do some team projects together throughout the year I figured one of us should actually begin introductions and that was obviously going to have to be me.

"Hi, I'm Bella." I said. He was quiet for a few seconds before he replied.

"I'm Edward. Edward Cullen." He replied so softly that I hardly heard him. I was about to try and make some small talk when the teacher began speaking and I was forced to pay attention to the lesson. At the bell, Edward shot out of class faster than a vampire hunting a human.

Edward was sort of my last hope at maybe having a friend at school. He seemed kinda cool in an indy geek chic kinda way, but he obviously didn't want to be friends or maybe he was just too shy. By the end of the week it was obvious that he was very much a loner in school. No one even bothered to pick on him. It was like he wasn't even there.

I mainly spent my weekends doing chores around the house, reading, and listening to music. Every once in a while I would have a little movie marathon. It may seem a bit pathetic but I really didn't see the point in forcing friendships. I didn't really click with anyone here and it just seemed like a waste to fake conversation and interest just to go out on Saturday nights. But it wouldn't be long before my boring life would take a turn for the dramatic.

About 2 months into senior year is when it started. I began to have that feeling, that feeling that you're being watched. At first I chalked it up to my environment, my house was surrounded by trees and I was used to the city. The quiet was creepy. Also, I was home alone a lot due to my dad's weird work hours as Forks Chief of police. Sometimes it just got too quiet, too still. At first I thought I was just being paranoid but then, then I got the gift.

A book. A harmless book. Only it wasn't so harmless because Jane Eyre was my favorite book and two days ago the binding finally fell apart in my older than old copy. And it wasn't so harmless because since this book was so close to falling apart I never read it out of the comfort of my room. And it wasn't so harmless because the only way someone would know that I needed a new copy was if they knew me and been in my room. I was officially freaked out.

I had decided not to tell my dad because I thought that maybe it was some elaborate practical joke. That somehow Charlie had known I needed it and told someone. Something. Anything. But weeks went by and nothing. Nothing happened. No one at school ever mentioned it.

I kept getting more and more paranoid. That feeling of being watched only intensified. I was getting scared. I would hear noises outside my house at night. But I didn't know if they were real or if I was just imagining things. More things kept happening over the next few months, but I could never be sure if it was just coincidence or if I really had some creepy stalker.

Over the next few months things I needed would somehow magically appear. If I lost my pencil, somehow by the next class there would be one in my locker. I was never sure if I just hadn't seen that pencil earlier or if someone had put it there. Which would also mean that this person knew my locker combination. But eventually there were just too many of these little occurrences to be considered coincidental anymore. They were gifts. From someone.

The gifts weren't so bad. The gifts weren't scary, it was not knowing who that made the whole thing alarming and the fact that it had been happening for months and the person made no attempt to reveal themselves. It could have been a teacher for all I know. Uhg.. I shudder at the thought.

It could also be James. School bully and so much more. Known player and general juvenile delinquent. But he was smart and that made him that much more dangerous. He could be pulling this off if he wanted and that was frightening. So, I had to tell my dad.

At first I tried to downplay it a bit because I honestly wasn't sure how he would react. I told him that I had been receiving "gifts" from a "secret admirer" and that it was starting to freak me out a bit. I had expected him to brush it off and tell me I was just overreacting but he actually had the opposite reaction.

He wanted to know exactly when it started. How many things I had received. What I had received and when. He wasn't going to let me be in the house alone at night anymore. If he absolutely had to go out at night he was going to take me to his good friend Billy's until he got off.

I realized that he could see I was really scared and I appreciated his actions more than he'll ever know. I knew then how much my daddy really loved me. He was of course a bit mad that I was only just now telling him, seeing that it was January and it had all started back in October.

There wasn't much he could actually do from a legal standpoint at this time, except get my locker combination changed. Besides the book which had been left on my doorstep, all of the gifts were given at school. However, it wouldn't be long before things would get a bit more serious.

It had been about two months since I had received anything from my stalker and my dad and I had thought that maybe they had just gone away. It was the end of spring break, Sunday night. I was dancing around my room to tunes on my iPod. I had just got a cool arm strappy thing so that I could listen to my music easier as I did my chores.

I danced my way into the bathroom to restock the toilet paper when my stupid arm strappy thing slid off my arm and landed straight into the toilet. It was totally submerged and I panicked a bit, not wanting to stick my hand into the water. But I was so shocked by the whole thing that I couldn't think of anything else I could use but my hand. So I did it. Stuck my hand in and got it out. It was gross, I was gagging, and my iPod was dead.

I tried to dry it off and set it out on a towel. I hoped it would be ok but I finally gave up after a few hours of constantly checking it. I was kinda mad about it because it was the only cool high tech thing I owned. My computer was ancient, my truck was reincarnated, and my cell phone was imaginary. Plus Charlie had given it to me for Christmas.

Then, the first day back to school from spring break, on my homeroom desk, a brand new, nice and shiny, iPod. Is this just a coincidence? I wasn't sure what to think. The first thing that had come to mind was that my stalker was back and he was spying on me somehow. I had told no one about my iPod, not even Charlie.

But then I wasn't sure if this was just a coincidence that my iPod died the night before my stalker got me an iPod. It seemed unlikely though. They would have known I already had one. That I didn't need one. Ugh…why does this keep happening?

Of course I had to tell Charlie. He was concerned, but again there wasn't much he could do at this point. Then they backed off again. Until the end of the school year that is.

I was officially graduated and ready to start my summer before freshman year. I was going to spend the first half of my summer in Forks. Then the second half in Phoenix with my mom Renee before heading off to freshman year at Washington State in Seattle.

It had been summer break for less than a week and I was loving it. I was spending a lot of time with Jacob who had become a good friend in the past couple of months. I didn't intend to make friends, but with me staying at his house at least once a week since the beginning of the year and with him coming over with his dad Billy to watch the game with Charlie and we just sort of clicked. He is basically my opposite and I guess opposites attract and all of that jazz.

I also liked hanging out with Jake because he was HOT. The best looking guy I had ever seen up close. He was tall, tan, warm and smooth. He was muscles and perfect white teeth. He smelled of the woods and cinnamon. He had a twinkle in his eye and his hair rivaled any top model ad campaign.

When we talked I wanted to hear him quote Shakespeare, but instead he quoted Spiderman. When we went out together, I wanted him to open the car door for me, but instead he would lock the door just as I was trying to open it and laugh for a full minute before finally letting me in. No matter how much I wanted Jake to be my type, he just wasn't. But that didn't mean I could use his body for my fantasies. A girl has needs ya know.

It was late in the night and I was desperately needing a release. I had spent the day with Jake and some of his friends from La Push on the beach. Shirtless Jake and his shirtless friends playing football in the rare sunny day. Sweat, sand and waves. Oh my!

I began to lower my hand down slowly down my body. I was imagining it was Jake's strong yet soft hands. We were lying on a blanket on the beach. Oh yes. It was night, the moon shining down on us through the clear sky. I pictured Jake's hard body on top of my own. He was taking me all in and gripping desperately at my clothing trying to remove them. He needed me just as much as I needed him. Mmm

I began slowly moving my hand over my clit imagining Jake's mouth and tongue on me. Jake was picking up speed. His hot mouth was lapping me up as if his life depended on it. Ohh that's it Jake. Mmmm. I began to move my hips in rhythm with my hand which heightened the sensation. I was getting close. Yeeeeesssss. I reached my climax and Jake was gone. Sexual tension relieved. Sigh

I was ready to fall into a nice peaceful sleep when I heard it. A noise. From my window. From my second story window. I was frozen for a minute while I tried to listen again. Maybe it was just my imagination. Tom, as I now liked to call my stalker, hadn't made any contact since the iPod incident. Surely there wasn't some stalker, peeping tom, creeper outside my window right now. Right? Oh god.

I was still frozen on my bed not sure what to do. I probably should be yelling for Charlie right about now but I just couldn't move. Not even my lips. Then I heard a soft thud that was definitely coming from the direction of my window and I jumped up from my bed. I ran to my dad's room to tell him what I heard.

He took his shotgun and a light and went outside. He found footprints that lead from the tree outside my window to the road. We immediately jumped in his cruiser to see if we could catch them walking along the street. I was freaking out a bit but I didn't want to be alone in the house and my dad refused to leave me alone. We went several miles in each direction but never came across anyone. I was relieved and frustrated at the same time.

After we got back in the house it was about 3am. Neither of us could get anymore sleep so dad told me to pack my bag for Phoenix. He was taking me straight to Seattle to get the first flight we could. He was more than alarmed about the severity of the situation.

At 9:20am I was on my way to Phoenix.

It was afternoon by the time I got to Phoenix. Luckily we had been able to get in contact with my mom and let her know I was coming a few weeks early. She was excited to spend the extra time with me but furious that we had kept Tom from her.

The time with Renee flew by and in a couple of weeks I would be heading back to Washington to start college. Both Renee and Charlie were nervous about Tom even though there had been no contact all summer. Dad had set up "sting" operations with dummies in my bed and watching from the corning of my room. He had all kinds of surveillance on my room, but no one ever showed up. He seemed to have disappeared but he had been absent for months before, only to return with a new gift just as soon as I got comfortable again, but I couldn't let Tom ruin college for me. It was finally my time. I was so excited to be on my own.

I know it was very short but something is better than nothing right? I was only planning on one more chapter. Does anyone think that it would be worth a longer story? These chapters a pretty light hearted but a full length story would most likely be very angsty.

Stay tuned for BPOV of College bringing us full circle to Edward's arrest.