Hi everyone! So I've been getting a lot of questions about Edward and Bella's family lives. Trust me, I haven't forgotten about that part of the story at all. You'll find out about their families sometime soon. =] Thank you all for reading.

I wrote this chapter kind of quickly, so forgive my errors.

Enjoy!

"He started it!"

"She started it!"

We spoke those words at the same time and I glared in his direction, an expression of loathing so intense it almost hurt. He mimicked me and took a deep breath to start again.

"Stop!" Principal Matthews said, slamming his fist on his desk. "You two are acting like children!"

I blushed deeply. I didn't think it was possible to be more embarrassed.

"I apologize, Mr. Matthews," I started, looking down at my hands, "You're right, that was very childish of us."

Edward snorted and bit his fist to keep from laughing. He was sitting comfortably, with one foot propped casually on the principal's desk, leaning low in his seat.

"Do you have something you'd like to share, Mr. Cullen?"

Mr. Matthews voice was sharp and strict, like only a principal's could be. Edward straightened up a bit and breathed a sigh.

"I'm sorry," he said with such sarcasm that Mr. Matthews stood up.

"Enough, Mr. Cullen! Community school service after school for a week for your disrespect. Starting today."

"Mr. Matthews, tonight's the biggest football game of the season. People are expecting me there," Edward arrogantly protested.

"Well I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen," the principal said, imitating the sarcasm Edward had used previously, "I guess you'll just have to tell your people that you can't make it."

In an instant, Edward was up, arms plastered against his sides, hands clenched in fists, a genuine glare etched into his face.

"Very well then," Edward forced out, "What time do I start?"

Mr. Matthews smiled and folded his hands together on top of his desk. "You can start this afternoon at 6 o'clock. We need some people to help clean up during the game."

Edward nodded once and stormed quickly out of the room, leaving just Mr. Matthews and myself.

"In all my preoccupation with Mr. Cullen's disrespect, I completely forgot the actual reason you came into my office," Mr. Matthews said, looking disappointed he had left Edward leave so early.

"Oh, it's alright, Mr. Matthews," I said quickly, not wanting to get into anything, "Mr. Benns just sent us in because we were talking in his classroom. Just a stupid act on our part, I'm sorry."

I trailed off at the end and Mr. Matthews frowned, noticing my discomfort.

"Miss Swan, let me tell you something," he started, his voice a serious tone, "I know Edward Cullen is not the nicest of a person. From the few times I've met him, he has been only disrespectful to me."

I nodded in solemnly in agreement and let him continue. "I want you to tell me if he was doing something to aggravate you."

I froze, having an internal battle inside my head. I could feel the little notes he passed to me in Chemistry in my closed fist and I crushed them a little harder.

Should I tell? What would happen if I did?

Mr. Matthews was waiting patiently, an expectant look on his face. I took a deep breath to start.

"Well, actually, Mr. Matthews, he–"

"Principal Matthews!" a women of about thirty, who I assumed was his secretary burst into the room. "It's the district on the line, they're going crazy! There's been an incident at the middle school."

As the door opened I could hear phones ringing off the hook and hurried voices answering them. Somewhere in the school, I thought I heard the bell ring, signaling passing period.

Mr. Matthews stood up quickly and started walking to the door. He turned back, apologetically.

"I'm sorry, Miss Swan. We can reschedule this meeting, if you'd like?"

"No, no," I replied, feeling the notes dampen in my sweaty palm. "That's alright. Goodbye, sir."

And with that, I strode past him and into the hallway, ignoring the stares of other students walking by, ignoring my heart that was pounding so hard it was threatening to make a dent in my chest, ignoring the scent that I smelled when I walked by the boy whose goal was the make my life a living hell.

All I was thinking about in that moment were the little pieces of lined paper burning a hole through my hand.

--

"Bella?"

The phone rang loudly in my silent house and I lethargically answered it.

"Oh, hi, Angela," I said dully, flopping down on my bed.

"The game? Remember? You, me? Our first football game?"

Oh, shit.

"Oh my, god! I'm so sorry Angela, I completely forgot about that!" Immediately after I said this, I felt bad.

"No, it's OK," she said, trying to hide the hurt in her voice. God, Bella, you're so stupid.

"No, Angela, really, I want to go. It's just with the principal's office and everything, I just forgot about tonight. Where can I meet you?"

Her voice brightened instantly and she explained the directions to where she parked and where she was seated. I told her I'd see her soon and hung up, grabbing my cell phone, wallet, and keys.

When I arrived, it was like I had arrived at the last Beatles concert. Cars where parked everywhere and anywhere, some in the red zone, some on the sidewalk. I parked about a mile away and sighed, getting out my car.

By the time I got the school, the sun was setting and the game was already starting. I found Angela quickly and sat down next to her as she offered me some popcorn.

"Hey, Bella!" she greeted enthusiastically, "You look tired."

I laughed. "I parked like ten miles away. It's a zoo here!"

She nodded and surveyed the crowd. "Forks High doesn't get a lot of big games."

"Yeah," I agreed, settling in the watch my first football game.

It was boring, to say the least. Well, it probably wasn't boring if you knew what was going on. But I, having never watched a live football game before, was bored out of my mind. And to top it all off, Ben, Angela's crush had come and sat next to her.

They were deep in conversation when I stood up. "Hey, Angela--"

She paused and turned to me, blushing, an apologetic look on her face. "Sorry, Bella, we haven't really been talking a lot!"

"No, no!" I brushed her off, forcing a smile on my face, "It's alright! I'm just going to head out. I'm pretty tired and I should be getting home."

She looked crushed. "I'm so sorry, Bella! It's only the third quarter! Stay until the end at least!"

"That's OK, Angela, really I should be getting home," I said and then paused, checking to see if Ben was listening in. "And besides, I want to hear what happens between you and Ben."

I winked and she giggled, waving me off. "Of course! Bye, Bella! I'll text you later!"

I waved and said goodbye to Ben, carefully stepping down the bleachers to avoid tripping on anyone. Then, I started the long walk to my car.

It was chilly out to say the least, and my breath made little puffs of fog in the frosty night air. I wrapped my small sweater closer to my body and felt a chill run down my spine. The night was dark, the only light was a few streetlamps placed every so often down the road. I really didn't want to be alone.
Faintly, I could hear the football crowd cheering as I got further away from the stadium. I shivered again and eventually, the only sound I could hear was the crunch of my shoes on the dirt road next to the side of the highway where I parked my car.

I made my steps quieter and what I heard made my heart start pounding. A breath. Someone else's breath. Directly behind me. I was afraid to turn around and I walked quicker, getting my keys out of my pocket to jump in my car when I came to it.

I was far from my car though when it happened. A felt a strong hand grasp my wrist and I turned, stumbling and almost falling on my back. An arm pulled my waist up and I could feel a warm, grimy body against me. The overwhelming smell of alcohol filled my nose and I gagged.

A sense of intense fear gripped me and I started shaking madly, trying to find a scream within me. I was being dragged into the woods next to the highway and I started hitting this man with whatever strength I had.

He crushed my wrist tighter and grunted in anger, throwing me against a tree with enough force to leave me crumpled on the ground in pain. My muscles protested when I tried to stand and I whimpered in fear and in hurt.

I finally screamed; a high-pitched, loud screech and a big, dirty hand forcefully covered my mouth to stifle my cries.

"Fucking bitch," a deep voice muttered as tears started forming in my eyes. "There's no point in screamin' anyway. No one's gonna hear you."

AN: Thanks for reading! I have about the next three chapters planned out. I know this seems cliché, but it's really not, you'll see!