I wove between the sparsely packed streets of forks on my skateboard. The trucks were tight, something I hated. My hair blew constantly in my face as the wind shot into me. My iPod headphones blared out flux by Bloc Party as I mouthed the lyrics. Although Charlie, my dad, was a police chief, he didn't really notice me gliding around this little hell hole.

"Yo, Bella!" Jasper yelled from behind me. Pulling my headphones out, I slowed down, glancing in front of me for cars before I spun my head around. His Ducatti Monster growled as smoke spat out from the exhaust. "Come on, lets race. Plllleeeeeeeeeeease!" He begged me. His gloved hand pushed up his black visor, his ice blue eyes glinting with amusement.

"Fine, bro. But if I get injured, you are bringing me in on your bike. Loser has to kiss the new kid!" I challenged. We had both completely stopped at the end of a deserted road. My jeans were getting stiff as the light rain fell.

"Whatever. Pussy, be prepared to lose." He chuckled evilly.

"3!" yelling, I put my right foot down on the ground, silently thanking god for blessing me with Vans.

"2!" He shouted as he pushed down his visor. He revved his engine and I could almost see the smile behind his red and black helmet.

"1! GO!" I yelled, pushing my foot down hard, over and over again. The only advantage I had was going up ramps. His engine snarled beside as I panicked, pushing harder and harder. I felt a wheel begin to wobble as we turned the corner to Emmett's road. His large house stood out. His huge Jeep, or his "baby", sat outside on the gravelled entrance.

I felt my back wheel on the right shake a bit more. My face stayed blank as it came off and I catapulted forward. How the fuck did that happen? My hand came out instinctively to stop the impact, but as my palm made contact with the floor, a loud crack sounded from inside my arm.

JPOV

Holy Shitsauce. Bella has done it again. She has successfully broken another truck. My bike lurched to a stop and I darted toward Bella, curled into a ball. I pulled the helmet off and tucked it under my arm. I heard her mumbling "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" over and over again. Good thing we were at Emmett's place.

I walked over to Bella's board, laughing at how mangled up it was. Examining it, I saw a small string of smoke rise from the truck that the wheel had come off from. She was going that fast. I fell down to my knees, picking the board up, and the remains.

"What the fuck are you doing Jazz? I think I broke my wrist. Fuck the board, a little HELP please!" I heard Bella moan. Oh, shit yeah. Woops.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I dialled Emmett's number, walking over to Bella.

"Come on Bells, lets get up." I sighed. This was… the fourth time this had happened to her.

"Hey buddy! Where are you guys? You were supposed to be at mine five minutes a—Fuck Edward, that HURT!" Emmett yelled into the receiver. Edward?

"Yeah, thing is, we are right outside your house. Bella has a little problem right now," I sighed back, pushing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I cradled Bella in my arms. Sitting her on the wide leather seat of my Monster, I put my helmet on the handle bar. Bella still had her hand clutched to her chest. I could see the break already. A small lump, definitely not a bruise, a bone, protruding out of her pale arm.

"Little problem? Did you guys race again? Every fucking time this happens, dude!" he yelled through the phone at me. I glanced up at his window to see it open. His large form was topless as he hung up the phone. "Dude, what the fuck? Did she break her trucks, again?" he yelled from the window. Another random kid with straightened hair, complete with fringeand snake bite piercing looked out of his window, amusing striking across his face. They were both topless. What is going ON today?!

"Yeah Emmett, get your sleazy ass down here now and fix my fucking arm up" Bella growled. Nobody likes a cranky Bella. She still hadn't looked up from the ground, angrily staring at her broken wrist. I heard Emmett and that other kid laugh before running down stairs, ripping the door open and running toward us. Emmett had decided that he couldn't be bothered to put on a shirt; the other kid had at least had the manners to pull on his shirt, but leave it un-buttoned. I laughed at how gay they looked.

"Hey Em, do you want me to go get bandages?" That guy asked again. Bella's head snapped up as soon as he talked. Oh, here we fucking go.