A/N - I have decided that this weekend I will try to update at least five times to make it up to you, not counting this one. Enjoy!

Chapter 5

Well, Gym was a disaster.

But that was to be expected. I walked out of the changing room in my skimpy shorts and couldn't help being self conscious. Everyone was wearing long trousers, the shortest being three-quarter length. I don't think the boys were complaining, and the girls were too complimentary to notice.

"Oh, I adore your Green Day top, where did you get it?"

"I absolutely love the colour blue, and it really suits you!"

"Ohmigosh! Green Day are my favourite band too! Ahhh!"

I think I may have burst an eardrum.

That wasn't even the worst part. Today's sport was volleyball, otherwise known as a team sport. Oh no.

Everyone passed me the ball, I'm not kidding. After I had dropped it five times in a row, you'd think they would learn. But no, they kept on giving it to me.

One time Mike (who was on the other team), aimed it at my direction. I missed it, but it hit me on the head, sending me flying to the floor. The hall was deadly silent as I sat up, groaning and rubbing my head. Everyone just stared, unsure of what to do. The first one to move was Mike, running over to me.

"Bella! Are you ok? Please tell me your ok? Oh god, Oh god," he groaned.

I tried to stand up, but my knees kind of collapsed beneath me, luckily this time Mike caught me.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Seriously, no need to worry," I laughed.

The coach came over and said, "I think you should sit down on the bench, no need to play the rest of the game." She smiled at me worriedly, then started the game again. Mike sat down next to me and offered me a drink of his energy juice. I gulped some down and said, "You know, I don't really like energy juice."

"But you just drank half of mine!" he said with a laugh.

"I was thirsty, give me a break!" I teased. I got on really well with Mike, unlike one boy I knew.

Finally gym was over and I got to go home.

Mike came over and offered to give me a lift home, claiming I had concussion and shouldn't be driving, but I kindly declined. I was followed out of school by what appeared to be 'my gang'.

Jessica ran up to me, out of breath. It seemed that she had ran from the entrance of school towards me, while I was half-way across the car park. She caught her breath then said, "So Bella, where's your Limo?"

I laughed as they all nodded eagerly. I patted the hood of my Chevy. In my eyes, it looked even better now than it did this morning.

"That's it?" came a voice from somewhere in the crowd.

Jessica leaned in and whispered, "Just because you come to school with us, doesn't mean you need to drive pathetic cars like us. Bring your real car tomorrow."

"Hey, I happen to love this car. This is -my- truck, and I don't have any other car." I said defensively. No one was going to hate on my truck.

"And that is one pretty fine truck!" Mike said, seeing where this was going

"It's a piece of junk!" someone said. I was fed up of those anonymous voices now.

"If you have something to say about my car, then come forward. I won't bite you, unless you say something nasty," I said simply, my eyes narrowing. "If not then I bid you farewell."

With that, I opened the door and slid into the drivers seat. As I got in, the crowd scattered, but Jennifer and Mike stayed beside my door.

"Well I think it's great, Bella."

"Yeah, it suits you," added Jennifer.

"Thanks, guys," I said with a smile, "I do have to go now though. Got to do some food shopping!"

"Bye!" "See ya!" came the replies, as I slowly backed my way out of the parking lot.

As I drove out, I saw a silver Volvo make it's way towards me. Looking through the windshield, I saw Edward Cullen, staring at me with black pools for eyes.

I toppled my shopping bags into the house. I had went a bit overboard with the food. Tonight, I thought I would make one of my favourite dishes, Steak Pie. I didn't have time to make my own, so I bought an oven bake able one.

It was only after 4 so I decided to wait until Charlie got in. I hadn't been given much homework because I wasn't really attending school. The only class I got homework for was Biology, which I totally didn't mind.

I ran upstairs with my book bag. I decided to put some music on while I worked. The first thing to come on my iPod was 'Eine Kleine Nachtmusik' by Mozart. What can I say? I liked classical music.

I sat bobbing my head while doing biology at my desk, and wondered about my day. It was rather odd, certainly not what I would call a 'normal high school experience'. First of all, I was liked by everyone, even the teachers. Wait, not Edward Cullen. So I was liked by everyone, bar one. And second, I'm pretty sure I should have gotten more homework.

Not that I was complaining.

In half an hour, I was finished biology. I sat back, bored and wondering what to do. That's, when Charlie entered the house, providing me with a much needed distraction.

"DAD!" I shouted as a ran down the stairs. I gave him a big hug, then stood back grinning. The look on his face was priceless.

"Yes, Bella, good to see you too," he chuckled, "So how was your day?"

"It was good," I smiled. "I have a lot of new friends."

"That's good, Bella. I was thinking about dinner. I could make us baked beans on toast? That's all I can offer I'm afraid," he said with a slight frown.

"Don't worry Dad, I have it covered."

"Ok, thanks." He kissed me on the top of the head and walked up the stairs to freshen up. He had left the front door open so I went to close it. I looked out to see my Dad's cruiser in the drive. Charlie worked as a police chief in the local Police station. I was proud of his job, but I also got a little worried. He had assured me though, that nothing happens in a small town like this.

I shut the door and headed inside to the kitchen. I shoved the Steak Pies in the oven and decided to have a few chips with it as well as vegetables. Sure it wasn't the healthiest of meals but it would do for tonight. I set the table and got a glass of wine for Charlie and a glass of milk for me.

When he came down, I had set out the dinner and was smiling at him.

"Wine? Really, Bells?" he chuckled.

"It is a well known fact that a glass of red wine a night is good for you." I stuck my tongue out at him. He didn't protest, and we sat down, enjoying small chit chat as we ate.

"I'll do the dishes, since you done the cooking," my dad offered.

"Thanks!" I said as we stood up. "I'm probably just going to have a lazy night anyway."

I went upstairs and decided to email my friend, Yvonne. She had been in the previous movie with me and we had become good friends. I told her about my day and then said that I would email her again a few days later. I didn't expect her to email back, she wasn't good at checking her mail.

I changed into my pyjamas, just comfy ones that I had picked up on my travels. I lay back in bed, and read my favourite book, Wuthering Heights, until I felt sleepy.

A/N - I enjoyed writing this one. Remember to read and review!