As Dr. Carlisle Cullen stepped out of his car I saw Phil walking out to meet him, his expression confused and somewhat angry. Dr. Cullen smiled despite his less than warm greeting. A shiver ran down my spine as my eyes connected with Phil's. Carlisle looked up his smile completely leaving his beautiful face. I hastily closed my curtains, not wanting to see what was happening outside anymore.

I turned to my vanity looking at the damage cause to my face, it wasn't that bad. Nothing a little foundation can't fix hopefully. I winced as I pressed the tips of my fingers to the slightly puffy skin on my cheek. I could go to school, I could pull this off, and I'd be fine.

Looking down at myself I realized that a long sleeved tee and yoga pants wouldn't be found satisfactory at Forks Jr. High. Making sure my bedroom door was locked again I stripped changing into a pair of black leggings, a dark purple fitted long sleeve tee-shirt, a dark wash jean mini-skirt, purple studded ballet flats, and a faux leather jacket. Then I began to apply foundation, careful not to press too hard on my aching cheek, and a bit of eye liner.

I'd never worn the clothing my mother bought me but it made me feel slightly better about myself. Made me feel less dirty….almost like a human-being. It was one of the little things that I could control in my life. Giving my appearance a small nod, I glanced out the window. Phil and Carlisle were still talking, looking a little more civilized than before. I hurried down the stairs and grabbed my backpack, quickly making my way out the door locking it behind me and sprinted towards the woods.

After I got about a mile from the house I felt safe enough to walk. It wasn't long before I reached school; I walked in just as the warning bell shrieked over the schools ancient intercom system. The hall way flooded with people trying to get to class on time, every time someone bumped into my sore body I winced. Biting my lip I pressed on making my way to my first class. Sitting in my normal seat in the back of the room, quietly praying that no one would notice me like always, but is my life ever that simple nope. Cause right when I thought it Jessica Stanly walks past my seat. I swear the girl thought she was perfection, which everyone thought she was. She made it her personal goal to make my life a living hell ever since first grade when I spilled my apple juice on her tinker bell blanket.

"Ugly duckling," she sneered. "I see you actually tried to get dressed this morning, too bad you failed." Her friends snickered behind her. "Yeah," one of them said. "Where do you shop? In the kiddie section in JCPenny?" another round of laughter started. I rolled my eyes ignoring their nastily obnoxious voice.

I wouldn't let her get to me, my life sucked enough I didn't need a wanna be Barbie slut bring me down. I was so lost in thought I didn't even hear the rest of what she was saying until Jasper walked up to her. "Hey Jess?" he asked. I took a deep breath knowing that he would join her in her taunting. "Ya Jazzy!" she said around a big wad of pink gum, and trying to give a flirty smile. His eyes went from a beautiful bright blue to a stormy gray in seconds.

I sure she didn't notice the look of distained on his face, only loving the fact that Jasper Whitlock Cullen was talking to her and not me. "Lay off Bella," he growled out, and she gasped turning to glare at me. "And DO NOT call me 'jazzy'." He finished sending a wink my way and sat in the seat right next to mine. Jessica huffed flipping her hair went to sit with her gaggle of snobs, heels clicking as she went.

Class finally started and I peeked over at Jasper, seeing him looking over at me a small smile on his gorgeous face. Smiling softly back at him I turned back to the front of the room. Not an hour into class a note landed on my desk. I looked to my left. And he nodded inconspicuously still facing forward.

Gnawing on my lip; trying to hide the growing smile on my face as I opened his note. I gently unfolded the scrap paper revealing his boyish script. I'm sorry about the queen bee and her friends. Are you alright? Not raising my head I slit my eyes over at Jessica, she was glaring at me from her seat in in the front corner of the room. Taking my pen in my hand I wrote back, I'm okay and you have nothing to be sorry about. She's always been like that to me.

I waited until our teacher Mrs. Dawn turned her back to toss the note back to Jasper. I was still skeptical about speaking with him. He was popular what did he gain from speaking to me, the most unpopular girl in this town, other than a good laugh when I got too close and he tried to hurt me. I wanted to believe that he wouldn't do that to me, that he wouldn't be like his friends.

But every time I looked at his handsome face I remembered the way all my pain started. I knew it wasn't his fault that this is happening to me, but I couldn't help but thing if the lunch incident hadn't have happened I wouldn't be in the pain I'm in now. The note landed back on my desk breaking my from my thoughts, I observed the smoothly folded note book paper for a second, trying to decide if I wanted to open it or just erase this moment from my mind erase this boy. But then the bell echoed throughout the school and it was time fo