Yes, the title of this chapter is based after THE Britney Spears song. And I am soo sick of maths. Really. My teacher is nice and all, but he moves too fast for my taste.

Oops, I Did It Again

Bella

Wow. Forks High School was so interesting. Fascinating, even. I simply adored the place.

Note the sarcasm?

In all fairness, Forks High wasn't that bad. It was just the same. It was the same as Forks. Green, wet, lots of plants, green, plain and boring buildings…did I mention green? Yeah, it was green. Terribly, awfully so. Every other colour was completely overpowered by the monarchy of GREEN.

Jeez. My official hate colour was now GREEN.

The ride to school wasn't particularly pleasant, either. Charlie had turned the cruiser sirens off, but even then the car alone stood out glaringly. I really needed a car of my own, ASAP. I'd walk to school if there was no other way. Despite my…status, I despised attention.

I was greeted with quite a lot of fanfare. The receptionist at the counter stared at me, the students stared at me, the teachers stared at me. Needless to say I did not feel comfortable in my own skin. I wished I could just melt into the background.

There were this two girls that stood out. One was a tall, model-esque blonde, the other this short girl with black spiky hair. Both of them were gorgeous. From a few snippets of conversation, I found out the short girl was Alice, the tall one Rosalie. Somehow I thought that despite their looks they were actually pretty sweet, but I didn't get the chance to get to know them, so maybe my judgement was wrong.

Classes dragged and I was really thankful when lunch came. Sure I'd have to sit alone-damn-but at least I could take a break from the teachers rambling nonstop the past five hours. It was giving me a monster headache.

I sighed, not bothering to drag a filthy tray to pick out greasy food. I plucked a lemonade from the various bottles of Diet Coke, Coke Light and Coke Zero-really, how many versions of Coke could they make?-and went over to the first empty table I saw that was also far enough. Sadly, it was also the closest to the door, so each time it opened I felt a draft.

I huffed slightly as the door opened for the fifteenth time. Jeesh this place sucked. The next person to use those doors would get a fist in their face. I didn't care what knuckle headed promise I had made to myself, people should not be allowed to keep using a door that was clearly in front of a table, which, for all they knew, could be where a bunch of VIPs were eating at. If Barack Obama ate here, he would probably get a fit before using the BlackBerry he wasn't supposed to use to call the school administration.

Now, wouldn't that be interesting?

I sighed, unscrewing the cap of the lemonade. I took a long swig from it while looking around the cafeteria. I felt the door open again, the cool wind hitting my back and working its way up my semi-thin shirt. I gritted my teeth and turned to whack the crap out of the unlucky person.

I froze while turning. It was that family. The family that everyone had been gushing about to me and I had happily ignored, thinking it was just exaggeration of bored small-town people.

Walking in front was the model blonde, Rosalie. Of course she would lead the pack; she exuded grace and confidence with every step she took, which looked like soft, gliding movements. Walking closely behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist was a tall boy…or man, really. He had the thick, beefy body of a wrestler, yet seemed to look wiry and slim at the same time. His face was childish, his grin reminding me of Charlie. I snickered.

Behind them was the pixie girl. Alice, obviously. She was walking next to a tall blonde boy/man. They weren't touching at all, though they were so obviously a couple. They kept looking at each other in this manner that was neither soppy or gushing but just plain, raw love. They looked so right together, though the height difference made it kind of weird.

The last guy took my breath away. He came in about seven steps behind, and looked slightly peeved. Judging by the sweat that sparkled on his forehead, his previous class had been in Building 2. Mine was supposed to be, but luckily I got assigned to the computer room instead. I heard the other classes weren't as lucky.

He slid into the same table as the rest of his family. The first twins-Rosalie and the other blonde guy-came to the table holding five different trays. I blinked. Talk about family courtesy. This family was really something.

I rolled my eyes and finished the lemonade. Okay, fine. There was one family in Forks worth observing. That didn't make me like this place one bit more. I still missed Mom, and I began to wonder what she was doing now. Knowing her, it was probably some harebrain idea like hang-gliding.

I got up to throw the empty glass bottle in the recycling bin-unlike some people, I did care about the environment. I never understood why humans refused to recycle. For goodness' sake, it was our planet too. What's so difficult about chucking your rubbish in a different bin?

I walked quickly. I wanted to get out of the place quickly, plus the wind was seriously pissing me off. If I could, I would hit it.

Somewhere on my way to the darn door out, I felt something warm burning into my back. Great. Now my front was cold and suddenly my back was on fire. I turned to see who was holding a match to my back.

It was that guy. The bronze-haired, pale-skinned, emerald-eyed boy. My own personal Greek God. He was staring at me in this really focused manner, like he was trying to equate the square root of every number in the universe.

He got up suddenly and walked over to me. I hesitated, hovering in my tracks. He looked harmless enough…still, I wouldn't hesitate testing my crotch-kicking skills out if he tried anything remotely funny. I think it had gotten a little rusty.

He walked slowly but deliberately. My eyebrows shot up. Now this was one collected guy. He didn't fawn or anything. My impressions of him was going sky-high.

"Hi. You must be the new girl," he said softly.

Oh my God. His voice is amazing.

That was the irrational part of my brain. The rational part was thinking, Yes, I'm the new girl. Yes, I'm Charlie's daughter. No, it's Bella, not Isabella.

If this conversation went like that, I was so outta here.

"I'm Edward…uh, Cullen." His cheekbones flushed lightly, dusting his cheeks with a slight tinge of pink. Man, I loved it when a guy blushed.

Wait, what the hell?

I bit my lip and smiled at him. He wobbled a little. Okay, he was like every other hormonal teenage boy, wobbling at smiles. He was still drop-dead gorgeous, though. Even a blind man could tell. "Nice to meet you, Edward Uh Cullen," I said politely. I couldn't help adding the middle name in. It was too tempting.

"I'm Bella Swan. Now, if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be." And I really did. I was still in front of that stupid door, and the cold was getting to me. I really needed a sweater. Now.

I turned and trudged out of the room, trying to pace myself so I didn't look too eager to escape. I felt his indignant stare boring into my back.

At the door, I couldn't help turning to grin and wink at him. He was staring at me like some goldfish frozen in place. I almost laughed at loud at his expression-mouth open, eyes wide. Could anything be any more funny?

I left the cafeteria and stood in the bitter cold of the outside. The trees had frozen bits of ice on it. It was that cold already? I made a mental note to bring a sweater tomorrow.

I slowly walked to my next class, wary of the slippery floor. I wasn't playing with Edward. I wasn't playing with Edward. I wasn't playing with Edward. I kept repeating that to myself as a sort of mantra. I wasn't. I wasn't. I wasn't. It was just harmless chatting.

Yet somehow, I doubted myself.