FERRARI 599 FIORANO GTB. Was the only thought running through my head as I reached the driveway of my house. My pride and joy was here in all its glory. 0-100 km/h in 3, 7 sec. acceleration, its V12 engine, and it Cherry Red metallic finish paint job it was all there.

My car, my car, my car! I was jumping with joy as I neared the car to smooth my hand over the beautiful paint job, when I was stopped by to rather rough looking guys in 'Men in Black' get up with a scrawny pimpled face teen next to them.

"Excuse me, Miss, but you can't touch the car." Guy N°1 said to me, crossing his arms to his chest trying to look intimidating.

"Really," I popped a questioning brow. Men N°2 nodded, and slid his back shades a little down his nose so I could get a peek at his face. It was Felix.

Felix was one of the body guards that worked for my father; he had worked for/with me numerous amounts of times when my dad needed someone to keep an eye on me, because as always he couldn't. He and I were pretty cool, and of course I understood what he was asking of me with the small grin that he flashed, to play with the new meat, clearly Guy N°1.

"So, can you explain to me why can't I touch the car?" I asked crossing my own arms across my chest.

"Um, well, um, because…" he stuttered, clearly he had been relying on his 'intimidating' presence to get me to back off. Strike One.

"Right, you don't have a reason. So, that means I can touch it, is that right?" I said walking towards the hood of the car and popping it open. "Nice, a V12 engine, it looks fairly well kept."

"You aren't allowed to do that Miss, please step away from the vehicle." He said, panic slipping in his voice. Strike Two.

"What are you, a cop?" I said bemused. "Am I on an episode of 'COPS'?" I asked making a big deal out of looking around bushes for 'cameras' or yelling out loud for the filming crew to 'come out of hiding'.

"Miss if you don't step away from the car I'm going to have to remove you by forcefully" Guy N°1 says.

"I dare you to try." I reply simply with a shrug of my arms. He nears me slowly trying to gauge my reaction, but I stood my ground, when he saw this, he throws himself at me tackling me to the ground, once more today. God, what is it with these people and tackling? Are these the effects American Football has on today's males?

"STRIKE THREE!" I shout aloud from underneath Guy N°1. Felix laughs, gets the message and pulls Guy N°1 off me.

I also start to laugh; I actually can't believe that after years of doing this with different new meat working for my dad, nobody has passed on some type of warning that each new guy gets his initiation from me, and 'till then they can't let their guard down.

"Sorry about that, it's tradition." I say to Guy N°1 "By the way, what's your name?" He looks at me bewildered, but answers any way, which I like because I hate not getting a straight answer.

"Brad Summers." He says. "And you are?" He asks clearly curios as to why Felix actually pulled him from me in the first place. Let's just say Felix doesn't have the best track record.

"Isabella Marie Swan, the pleasure is all mine." I say shaking his hand and smirking at his redden face, "Someone isn't doing their job and studying about his bosses." I tease lightly.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Swan." Brad tells me, probably afraid to lose his job since the Swans do pay fairly well and have a great medical plan.

"That's ok, just never tackle me again or we will have a problem." I say sternly. I might fool around with my father's workers , but I'm still his daughter and I need to be respected just as much as Charlie even more sometimes, I have already had problem with workers that over step there boundaries and that is not something I want to re-visit any time soon.

Brad nods his head eagerly. I turn to Felix we catch up a bit, he's seeing someone and it is getting pretty serious, he promised to bring her by to meet me so that I can give my approval so that we know she's real and not some whorish little bitch trying to get something out of him. Even if he has a rough exterior Felix has a big heart much like Emmett does.

Motherfucker, I was going to meet them to go have a late lunch! I quickly said my goodbyes to Brad and Felix. Singed the fucking paper work for the scrawny teen, received the key for my baby. After dancing through all the formalities I rush into the house so I could change into something warmer and more comfortable, I quickly pick some black basketball shorts and a blue tanktop.

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I notice three cars in the driveway, as I knocked on the door, a blood red BMW which I guessed was Rosalie's , a sliver Volvo which definitely was Edward's since it was a snobby mom car , and of course Emmett's huge Jeep, but Esme's Mercedes was missing. I took a look around the other drive ways down the street some empty some had a car or two but they were all very fancy, Bentley's, Mercedes Benz's, Cadillac's, Rolls Royce's, Ferrari's, every car brand available had to have at least one little model here, it was like being in a car show without the slutty models in string bikinis and fuck-me heels.

I heard the door open and a throat being cleared loudly, turning on the heels of my feet, "You should really get that checked out you know." I said not expecting that the person answering the door would be none other than,Edward.

He scoffed, "What, you suddenly care for me?"

My eyes narrowed at his snide comment, "You know that's not true.I've always cared about you" And he fucking knew it, but he just has to always be a stubborn ass.

"Really because, you could've fooled me last time we saw each other." He countered, crossing his arms across his arms chest.

"Listen here, you know why I did what I did." I nearly yelled emphasizing each word with a poke at his chest. It was like he forgot that the he also failed me, in a different way, but still he was broke his promise."I won't discuss this with you anymore." the finality in my tone was evident even to a deaf person, but of couse trying to reason with Edward is like talking to a freaking deaf person.

"You will, Isabella," he said running the palm of his hands roughly over his face"Why must you be so difficult?"

"Me DIFFICULT, you're the one that doesn't want to let this go, Assward, it happened two fucking years ago, everything is done and buried",I sighed, why doesn't he understand the concept of : letting the fuck go, "you already fucked your future as a pianist up." I muttered.

"What right do you have to say that!You know shit. We were over and done the second you decided to quit the fucking program, I thought we made it clear the night of the concert."Edward yelled." It was your fucking fault! If you hadn't..."

"If I hadn't what? Huh? Where you not the one who told me to get out off there?" I shouted.

I really couldn't do this anymore, our messed up history was nother the way I wanted to spend my first day in Forks, or any other day for that matter. I huffed like a petulant child and pushed past him and into the foyer. "Where are Emmette and Rosalie?"

"Don't know, don't care." Edward muttered trotting up the stairs disappearing in on the second floor.

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"Are you sure you're comfortable car-poooling with Edward?" Rosalie asked for the third freaking time. Em had suggested that we take two cars, since Rose and him were going to meet up with her parents to step up something or other for a debutant ball the Hales were throwing, and wouldn't be able to bring me back here after lunch."Because, thing looked tense between you two."

"Yeah, I'm fine with it." I shrugged.Now Edward, I'm not so sure.

"I'm with Small Fry here, they'll be fine, Rosie" Emmett said revving the car.

"Fine, we'll se you there!" Rose shouted before Em sped up.

Step one, was now in progress. I stepped back inside and started to look for Edward, which was pretty easy thanks to my super ninja skills and also because his door was open, but who cares lets just say it was all my super spidy senses.

Edward's room was on the large size with big floor to celling window on the south wall and a luxurious looking bed covered in a golden silk duvet that contrasted nicely with the black and gray color scheme of the walls. He was sitting with his back towards me looking alt what seemed to be his laptop, absolutly engrossed in what ever ot was he was doing. I made it almost to easy to sneak up on him.

"Boo!" I yelled, clasping one of my hands on each of his sholders.

"AAAHHHH!" he screamed, his voice an octave higher than normal, making him sound like a little girl, "What the hell, Bella?"

I couldnt hold in my laughter anymore. It came out like gauffs of air instead of laugh, I laughed and laughed until I was rolling on the floor cluching my stomach that was starting to hurt fucking b adly .