BPOV

The day went as follows: 5th period, cracks about how I was a mongo whore, 6th period, jeers about how I was a dirty skank, 7th period study hall. Edward had my study hall period. He did the same thing I did, signed his name and left. As I was walking to my car, I realized that Lauren was right. I could be a sarcastic bitch all year, always having something to say for everything they said to or about me, but the fact of the matter was that people saw me walking out of his room with my hair mussed and my shirt torn. Everyone knows what happened that night; nothing I say will ever gain me any kind of respect from these people.

It didn't matter. I wasn't going to let that fact bring me down. I'd been through enough shit already and I wasn't going to let some stupid high school pricks that think they know everything dictate to how I feel. I know what happened, I know what I am, I know what I'm not, and I am nobody's bitch. I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, accidently letting some of the smoke into my lungs. Ok, maybe not accidently but I needed a little something extra and the cigarette gave it to me. I reached my car and saw Edward getting into his car, a red and black 2008 chevy camaro – possibly one of the sexiest cars known to man. He looked up and saw me looking at him. We stared at each other for a bit and then he got in his car. When he started it, I heard the guitars of Broken by Pantera plasting from his car.

Edward Cullen made me shiver in places that are better off forgotten and that both scared and excited me. No idea which on I felt more of, I just knew that it was an odd mix that I didn't like. I heard the final bell ring and hurried up and in my car before any more drama could set off. I sped away from the parking lot and started on the high way. I didn't feel like going home so I drove aimlessly around the city. I soon ran across a red and black camaro on a deserted part of the highway that was nestled by a cliff that looked over the water. This was a stretch of highway that was always empty and it irked me that someone else was here, even if it was Edward.

I parked my car next to his. This was my place and just because he was there didn't mean that I couldn't be, no matter how stand offish he was. I cut on Out of Exile by Audioslave and put in on full blast. I raised down my windows, got out my car, and lay down on the hood of my car, just like I did earlier at school today. I lit a cigarette (yes I am fully aware that I pseudo-smoke entirely too much, but that's my prerogative) and allowed the sweet voice of Chris Cornell to embrace me.

EPOV

I saw the silver GT-R park next to me and sighed deeply. I knew with a car like that, Bella would know where to find a deserted high way. I'd hoped desperately that she wouldn't come today. I heard her blasting Out of Exile – one of my favorite songs – and saw her flop down on the hood of her car. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag of it, blowing it straight into the air. The way her lips puckered when she blew out the smoke was hardening to say the least.

I'm not superstitious person in any way, but I couldn't help but take this sequence of events as a sign. Whether I thought it was healthy or not, I had to get out of the car and be next to her. I got out of my car and stood next to her. I know she knew I was next to her, but she didn't make any move to acknowledge my presence. I grew frustrated with this and took her cigarette. I put it to my lips and took a deep inhale, allowing the toxic smoke to fill my lungs. It felt good to have it, especially since my guardians won't let me smoke. The cigarette was satisfying, but I surprisingly found it even more satisfying to finally get to taste Bella, even if it was through a cigarette.

She finally looked at me then, but instead of talking to me she just shrugged her shoulders, pulled out another cigarette, put the end of her cigarette at the end of mine and took an inhale, looking at me the entire time, choosing to light her cigarette that way instead. She exhaled the smoke, sat up straight, and looked me in the eye.

"What is it with you?" She asked in that deep husky voice of hers, A/N if anyone is wondering how she sounds, think Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill

"There's a lot. What's with you?"

"Shit," she said. It was right then that I realized that Bella and I had a mutual understanding. From the look in her eyes I could tell that she could see it too. Unlike most people, she didn't try and pick at my brain, try to find out what made me tick. She already knew, just like I knew with her. I leaned back on her car and stomped out the cigarette once it was done. Bella handed me another one and I accepted it graciously. We stayed there, on her car, listening to music, totally silent, until the sun was close to setting.

"You bored yet?" Bella asked me, still looking off at the sun that was setting over water.

"Getting there," I said to her.

"Alright, get in your car and follow me," She said, hopped off her hood, and got in her car. I hurried and got in my car. When she sped off, I was close behind her. I was surprised that she, as a girl, drove as fast as me. It was nice to have to have to keep up instead of having to slow down. She sped around twists and turns with such control; I was completely impressed. We drove like maniacs a few more miles down until we were on a different stretch of high way where there was a bar settled on the side. She got out of the car and I followed her, grabbing her hand to keep her close. I wasn't sure what had gotten into me, but this didn't seem like the type of bar that a girl – even a girl like Bella – should be in. I felt an overwhelming urge to keep her safe. She looked back at me with a puzzled look on her face, but decided to brush off my actions and continued to walk into the bar.

We walked in the bar and Dirthouse by Static-X was blasting in the background. The bar was filled with people that would quickly be pegged as trouble makers and deviants. I just saw a bunch of people looking for a place to go. This definitely looked like a place I would be into. There were a few foosball tables, a few pool tables, and a big screen T.V showing the football game. I felt Bella's hand caressing my neck and I looked down at her.

"You want a beer?" she asked. I just nodded my head. Bella grabbed my hand and led me over to the bar. She put up two fingers and the bar tender immediately gave her two beers. She handed me a bottle before taking a gulp from her own.

"Let's play," She yelled and led me over to the foosball table. I shook my head at her and yelled no over the loud music.

"Why? You scared to get beat by a girl?" She said with a sexy smirk on her full lips. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Excuse me? I have you know that I am a master at foosball," I said, turning the handles a bit.

"Then let's do this," She said and I nodded at her. She put the ball in the center and we started an intense game.

"So, what brings you to Forks?" She asked after she had made her first score.

"Chicago wasn't big enough," I said sarcastically.

"HA! And Forks is so much better," She said with venom in her voice. I looked at her questionably. I'd only known her for a day, but I never would have thought that I'd hear that much disdain in her voice. That's really saying something, seeing as how many people she'd cursed out today. I'd managed to make two more shots on her before she answered.

"Forks is a small town filled with people with even tinier minds. They can't understand people like us."

"What're people like us?" I asked. She looked up at me with a mix of anger and sadness in her eyes.

"People with an unpleasant story to tell."

That was the most we had talked all day and I learned more about her in that small conversation then I had learned about any of the people I had known for years. I didn't know what Bella had been through, but I knew that she had a deep sadness in her soul shelled in a thick anger. She was a lot like me, and that is why she doesn't fear me. It was also why we understood each other so well.

"We're in for a long year hun," She said and finished off her beer. From the way she said it I knew it was true, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I'd been through worse.

Soundtrack

I'm Broken Pantera

Out of Exile AudioSlave

Emotional Draught Chevelle

About Her Malcolm McLaren

Hairline Fracture Rise Against

Dirthouse Static-X

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