A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, my little brother got into my backpack and stole my Twilight notebook, and ripped out every one of its pages. Plus I sort of lost my inspiration, from the lack of reviews :(. Do you think you guys could fix that? Please? I'll give you cookies! Can I get at least two reviews before the next chappie is put up? I promise, I'll get more fluffiness in the next chapter. Promise, but only if I get at least two reviews. Can you guys do it for the fluffiness? PLZ??

But I'm proud of myself! This chappie was 14 pages long on word XD. That's the longest chapter I've ever writen, and mostly it was done on my IPod Touch. Do you know how hard it is to type on one of those?

Beep! Beep! Beep! Be- I pressed the "off" button on my alarm clock, and literally jumped out of bed. I got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth, and finished breakfast in record time. What was wrong with me?

Was it the fact that I was going to a new school? No, I'd been dreading that all summer, and I didn't feel any different towards the subject; was it because I was turning into a nerd? Ha, that was laughable; was it because that boy might go to my school? There was a possibility… I sighed and went to help Rosalie pick an outfit, like every day.

When everyone was all dressed and ready, I grabbed the keys to my Toyota and we all got in and left. My truck was a old thing, incapable of going anywhere near sixty, but still, if it were to get in an accident with a sports car, my rusty old truck would kill the thing.

The school was hard to miss, but that was because of the big old sign in front that said "Forks High." If that sign hadn't been there, I probably would have driven right past it.

When we reached the parking lot I unconsciously began searching for that silver Volvo. I didn't find it anywhere. I sighed and chose the first parking space I saw. Rose and jazz got out, but I hesitated a little bit. I knew he most likely wouldn't have gone here, but I still couldn't help the felling that all my hopes (and dreams) were being crushed into a million pieces.

I sighed again, and went to open my door, but stopped because I nearly hit the car next to me. But I could have sworn that spot was empty when I pulled in… I gasped, and felt that surge of hope return.

Because in that spot next to me, -the one that was empty when I pulled in,- was now occupied by a silver Volvo!

A tiny girl with short, black hair that was sticking up in all directions stepped out of the passenger side. She turned around, saw me, and literally began jumping with joy. Seriously? Confused, I tried to roll down my window, but gave up halfway because it was so stuck.

"Hey! Do you remember me?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think," I replied, "Alice, right?"

She started jumping with joy again. "Yay! You do remember! I can already tell we're going to be great friends."She went to open my door for me. When I was out, she gathered me into a big hug. I couldn't help but notice the temperature of her skin. I shivered.

"Sorry," she said, probably referring to her skin, and let go of me. "We should probably go get our schedules. Something tells me we're going to have a lot of classes together."

She walked with me over to get our schedules and sure enough, we had all but one class together, which were electives and Biology. I got put in P.E. Most kids would be happy about that, but I was a klutz. It was already going to be hard enough, but the fact that I was going to have to endure it alone made it that much harder. The only things that made it better was that they were my last two classes, and I was good at Biology. I could do this, I kept thinking, I can do this.

Alice could really be a fun person, and, after a while, all traces of my being uncomfortable with her being so friendly so fast were gone. All of our classes went by quickly without a hitch, thanks to Alice. Then it was time for the moment I had been dreading all day.

Gym and Biology.

Biology was first. When I walked into the classroom the first thing I noticed was him. My stupid shiny, silver Volvo owner himself, Alice's brother. And that the fact that the seat next to his was open, yeah, I noticed that too. I began heading over to that seat, but stopped, and decided to see where the teacher would put me.

"You can have a seat next to Mr. Cullen," the teacher said, gesturing to him. Damn, I was really hoping he would have said his first name.

I went to sit by him, and I noticed how he instantly tensed up when I sat down. He still had that same glare on his face; the same one from the airport. His hands were clenched up into tight fists, making his skin even whiter than usual.

The glare he was giving me (for no apparent reason, thank you very much,) was really starting to creep me out, so I made a curtain between us with my hair, cheating every once and a while by peeking through it, only to find his glare even harder than before. What did I do to him, I caught myself thinking, what did I do to deserve his glaring?

I just wanted to turn to him and ask if he had a problem, but of course I didn't. But his eyes kept boring themselves into the side of m head the whole class period.

Two -literally, two- seconds before the bell rang, Cullen was up and out the door before anyone else had even finished reaching for their stuff. I felt my lower lip curl up into a pout. The meanie, being rude to the new girl on her first day! Jerk. I knew I was acting like a two-year-old, but right now I didn't really care.

Gym was next. Did I mention how much I hated gym? In my opinion, it should seriously be a crime to make people like me play stuff like volleyball. If I'm not hitting myself with I the ball, I was hitting a teammate; they all already know to duck whenever it's my turn to serve. They're all fast learners.

The next three weeks passed much in the same manner, except for the fact that Mr. Cullen (believe me, I asked Alice what his first name was, but her reply was always, "You'll find out soon enough.") wasn't here. Alice wasn't here the next day, but she showed up the day after that, so I had no more theories as to why he wasn't here.

After exactly three weeks, he finally came back. For some reason, I had become very aware of him; of his every movement, which weren't many; noticing that he was in every one of my classes, including Gym. He had missed volleyball season, and we were now playing dodge ball.

Coach Claire blew her whistle and separated us into teams for Medic ball (she had decided to give us a break because we had been so good.)

He was on my team, I noticed, along with all of the cheerleaders, and a couple guys. I wonder how they managed to pull that off…

"OMG, I think you should be medic," a girl named Jessica Stanley gushed to Mr. Cullen, and the rest of the cheerleaders nodded in response.

"You know what I think he should be?" Another cheerleader, the head cheerleader, Lauren said, "I think he should be my boyfriend." Lauren was leaning all over him now, arm around his neck and -trying- acting all seductive, you know, the whole bit. Complete with her looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

I didn't stick around to hear his reply; instead I went over to the group of guys, to see what they were talking about. I was being bold today for some reason. I wasn't usually like this.

"Hi," I said, waving. They all looked surprised. The tall, lanky blond one and the cute Indian-looking one were the only ones that would talk to me.

"Uh, hey," the blond one said."Not to be rude or anything, but why are you talking to us?"It sounded pretty rude to me.

The Indian-looking one was quick to explain."What my friend, Mike means, is that why are you talking to us, instead of falling head-over-heels for Edward Cullen?" Oh, now I understood, and it made more sense.

'I am,' I wanted to reply, 'but I'm just not as open about it as the cheerleaders are.' Of course I didn't say that, instead I shrugged and said, "I don't know, I guess he's not my type."They pondered that for a moment. The blond one was who broke the silence.

"Wow, you know you're the first girl to say that here? He's everybody's type at this school, so it's a surprise he's still single." That surge of hope was back, but I didn't let it show.

"Oh," was my genius response.

"Yep. Oh, by the way, he's Jacob," he pointed to the Indian boy, "and like he said, I'm Mike.

"Nice to meet you two. I'm Bella. "

"That's a pretty name," Jacob told me.

"Thanks," I said. "So, his name's Edward Cullen?"

"Yeah," Mike replied.

I had so many questions I wanted answered, and now that I had the opportunity to get them answered, I didn't hesitate. I started with what I thought was the most basic question. "So do you know why the Cullens are so, oh, I don't know, so-"

Jacob cut me off and finished my question. "So beautiful? And pale?"

I nodded. They were definitely on the right page.

Jacob shook his head and shrugged. "No one knows, and no one's bothered to ask. At first everyone thought it was generic, but they're all adopted foster kids, so that kind of ruled out that possibility.

"See, the Cullens are very weird. They're not very social, in fact, that's probably the only interaction they have with anyone, is when the cheerleaders are falling all over Emmet and Edward. Alice is social, but only with her family. You're her first friend out of her family."

"Wow," was all I could say. "Who's Emmet?" I was finally able to ask.

He looked at me like I was nuts. "You don't know who Emmet Cullen is?"

I shook my head. Mike wasn't with us anymore, I realized. It was just me and Jacob now.

He leaned in closer to me and pointed to a big, brawny, dark-haired guy on the other side of the court. He was also pale-white and beautiful, just like Alice and Edward.

"That's Emmet. Watch out, you don't want to get hit with a dodge ball if he's the one throwing it."

"I would think not," I whispered.

He chuckled, and spun me around to face the wall, and the first thing I noticed was a huge hole in the cement wall.

"See that? That's from a dodge ball that Emmet Cullen threw."

"Wow."I'd have to test that. I'll ask Alice later.

Coach Claire blew her whistle then, indicating for us to line up, and get ready to play.

The game passed quickly, and I was proud of myself, because I only got hit once. I usually get hit at least three times, so this was a record for me.

After the game Jacob walked me to my car. Rosalie was already there, and from the looks of it, she was busy flirting with none other than Emmet Cullen, of course. My assumptions were labeled correct when I saw Rose giggle, which was something she never did unless a cute, strong guy was involved. And Emmet Cullen was most definitely that.

Jacob and I said our goodbyes, exchanged numbers, and I headed off towards Rose. She had this really goofy grin on her face.

"So," I said when I reached her, "how was your day?" I didn't really care, but I knew it made her happy when I at least asked and acted like I did.

"Great! I met this guy named Emmet Cullen, and he's so sweet! We have a date..." And she just kept talking. I drowned her out, so I didn't hear when she stopped talking and began looking at me with that "what's-his-name?" look.

"What?" I asked. She just kept giving me that look."What?!"I asked again, but this time with more venom in my voice.

"You know what," she taunted.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I muttered and brushed past her to get in the truck. She smirked and went to get in the truck. Jasper was in the back of the truck already, and was playing on his PSP.

"Hey, Jasper," I said.

"Hey, Bells," he replied, but didn't look up from his game. Rose got in the car then.

"Ok," she said when she got in, and I drove away from the parking lot, "I'm gonna try this one more time. What's his name?"

"Edward Cullen," Jasper answered for me before I even opened my mouth, "He's one of Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids, along with Emmet and Alice Cullen." His voice got all mushy on 'Alice Cullen.' "They moved here from Alaska a few years ago."

"And how exactly do you know all of this?" Rose asked him.

"I was sp-- I mean, was talking to Ali-- I mean someone"

"Hah!" Rosalie shouted, twisting in her chair to look at him, "You little stalker! You were going to say 'spying' and 'Alice!'"

"No, I wasn't!"

"You were too!"

"Were not!"

"Were too!"

"Guys! Back to the situation at hand," I said, "Have you noticed their skin?"

"You mean how they're all pale?" Rose asked. I nodded.

"Well, that doesn't prove anything," Jasper spoke up, "everybody here is pale. Haven't you noticed?"

"But not as pale as them," Rosalie told him, "they're basically white."

"And ice-cold," I mumbled.

"No. They're. Not!" Rose yelled.

"Not like that, I meant their skin. You should have noticed, Miss All-Over-Emmet-Cullen," I taunted.

"Well you got a point there."

"Ya, I know."

"Yeah."

I pulled into the driveway then, and we all got out. Grandma was by the door then, saying goodbye to grandpa, who was apparently going fishing with one of his buddies in the wheelchair.

"Hey, kids! How was your day?" She asked when we reached the front door.

"Boring," Jasper replied.

"Great!" Rosalie squealed.

"Real school-y," I mumbled, "I'm just gonna go to bed." I trudged up the stairs and went up to my room.

My room was the typical teens bedroom, except for the fact that it wasn't flashy at all, except for the purple bedsheets with designs on it. Dresser over there, old computer over there, and bed over in the corner, facing the off-white walls. One window. That's basically how I could explain my bedroom. I flopped down on my bed, and let myself fall asleep to songs by Linkin Park and Evanessence.

Two reviews! Plz, that's all I'm asking for more fluffiness! Two! I'll give a cookie to whoever reviews XD

The next chapter is 8 pages long, and I'm still writing it, so yeah. I think this story is basically turning into my version of Twilight, because it has the restraunt scene and the alley scene. BUT ITS AWESOME. At least, that's what Brittany (My best friend and role model for this story's rosalie) says.