Thanks again for the reviews, the favourites and the alerts, peeps :) I really do appreciate it, and don't worry, I know I have quite a few mistakes, I just don't notice them until I've posted. That's when I slap myself!

I'm thinking about the beta thing, and I think I have someone that can help me, so no worries there for those of you that are kinda nit-picky about that. I can be that way myself ;) Now, like the others, this chapter is also un-edited, but I hope it's a bit better. I was extra careful with my typing.

Anywho, I'm still not completely sure where I want this story to go, so for now, you might have a few wtf moments... just warning ya, haha.

I dunno. Read on!

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Chapter Three

Six days. Six fucking days.

That's how long I'd been lying in my bed. That's how many days of school I'd missed. That's how long I'd had an itchy bandage wrapped around my head. That's how long I'd thought of my mysterious saviour.

Edward Cullen. That was his name. The same last name that was on the sign outside the pool in Port Angeles.

I probably couldn't have been any more of a dumb ass. Considering when I walked out of the pool, I finally made out what the writing said on the building:

Port Angeles Community Swimming Center.

With the big fat letters right beneath reading:

Donated by: Carlisle Cullen.

HIS FATHER!

When I was finally told my saviour's name was Edward Cullen, I didn't know how to react, but the last name seemed so familiar. Later, when I saw the same last name outside, I thought I was crazy. I also thought about the different times I'd seen him. It was the guy that I saw at the front desk with the black haired girl. Also, who I now noticed was one of the people yelling at me to not run right beside the pool. The ginger kid, who turned out not being a ginger kid. The bronze haired man. There was a huge difference between how I saw him before and after I fell into the pool... not that I new him personally either way.

Regardless, he didn't look like the type that swam. He also didn't look like the quiet type either, so when he was silent the whole time I was talking to the Forks Folks - that was my not so special name for them - and the paramedics that came to wrap my head up, I was pretty sure he was gonna blow a gasket soon from being so... quiet. I'm guessing I didn't explain part of the disastrous story right, because at one point, he looked like he wanted to rip my head off. But maybe that was when I kind of downplayed how much pain I was in. Hey, if it made him feel any better, my head was betraying my every word! Or maybe it was because I didn't mention that I was the one to help Katie - the little girl that was drowning - out of the water. I just let the paramedics peg whoever they wanted to as the hero in that situation.

I could probably care less, anyway. If I got a letter in the mail tomorrow saying that all of Forks was throwing a celebration in my name, I'd probably skip it. I was not the partier type.

I was even less the type that wanted to be recognized in some way or another for my efforts in society.

Actually, that changed five minutes ago. I wanted nothing more than to be celebrated if it meant I could get out of this bed. I was sick and tired of being cooped up in my house. Hell, I wanted to go back to school. Now.

I looked at the clock beside my bed. 10:03. Not bad. Still another four hours of school left.

After carefully pulling my hair into a loose bun and throwing on a pair of clean jeans with a blue sweater, I ran down to the kitchen and picked up the phone, dialing the police station.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Charlie's voice was frantic when he picked up after the first ring.

"Dad, we've talked about this. Just because I call you at work, doesn't mean it's life or death. I'm calling because I want to go to school."

"You... want to go to school... ?"

I couldn't understand why he was shocked. Knowing me, he should've expected I'd eventually beg him if he never let me out of the house. I enjoyed school. I also despised it at times, but it wasn't half bad for the most part. "Yes, Dad. I really would like to go to school!"

"Are you sure? I mean, your head and all. What about driving?"

"Dad, I walked down the stairs today without falling, I think if I can do that for once in my life, I can drive my car perfectly fine."

He incoherently mumbled a couple of things, probably about that being a miracle, but when he told me to be extremely careful, and take it slow around the school, I thanked him, and ran out of the house.

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After somehow making it to the office without hurting myself - but still tripping a couple of times over my own two feet - I told Mrs. Cope, the secretary that I was returning to school early. I wasn't supposed to come in until next week, but who cared, I sure as hell didn't! It was my responsibility whether or not I was absent from my classes.

I thanked Mrs. Cope for her help, and headed for Spanish.

The smile Jess gave me as soon as I walked into Spanish was priceless. She was happy to see me, sans ugly, itchy head bandage, and her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

There had been major gossip about me while I was gone. Great.

I sat down in my normal seat and paid attention to class. I wasn't very good at Spanish, speaking wise, but I could undesrtand a tiny amount. Thank god this was pretty much a Spanish for beginners class.

When a note with my name scribbled in elegant hand-writing I didn't recognize flitted onto my desk, I wasn't sure what to do with it. Yes, it was written for me seeing as it clearly had my name on it, but who sent it to me?

I scanned the class to see who it was from, and when my eyes just so happened to meet the girl's from the front desk of the Port Angeles pool, I was slightly confused, but she gave me a reassuring smile, indicating that it was from her.

Dear Bella, it read,

Hi! My name is Alice Cullen. You met me six days ago (Friday night) when you and your friends came to the pool... in Port Angeles... which my parents own/donated. I wasn't sure you remembered me, so if you don't, I'm just jogging your memory!

How thoughtful...

This may be confusing to you at first, but I was wondering if you would like to join my family and I for lunch in the cafeteria. I feel responsible for what happened, as does my brother, Edward, so we would very much like to make it up to you.

You don't need to reply to my note, I'll come find you at lunch. Oh, and you may as well not try getting out of it, because I will find you... not to sound stalkerish AT ALL. Just a warning.

Have a nice day, Bella

xx

Well then... not the least bit salkerish as she so kindly put it, at all!

More like, strap me down to a gurny, and try to have a romantic dinner.

Those two just didn't go together.

Just like Alice and Edward Cullen, and I eating lunch together at the same table. A big no, no.

When the bell rang, I practically ran out of the class. Lunch time.

Alice would not find me. Absolutely not. I had to get away. I didn't want her and her brother having a pity lunch with me. I mean, so what? I got my head bashed in, after one of their workers let her man whore out on me. Big effing deal.

I had to think fast. Where could I hide that Alice wouldn't find me? I thought about my truck, but I realized it was parked right by the cafeteria doors, and I would not be able to sit back and relax to enjoy my lunch, if I was afraid Alice would walk right by and yank me out. I didn't want to go sit by the trees beside the school either. Smokers normally sat there, even though there were very few, but I didn't want to mingle near that crowd.

What about... the computer room!

Brilliant! She would never find me there, and I could sleep instead of eat. I was hungry, but I think I was tired more than anything. God damn concussions could do that to you.

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I shouldn't have been surprised to see Eric Yorkie sitting at a computer when I walked in. I also shouldn't have been surprised that he was the only one in it.

"Hey, Eric." I said in a tired voice.

He jumped, and turned around, eyes bugging out of his head. "Oh, Bella. It's just you... What are you doing here?"

"Um, sleep. I need sleep. Can I just go sit at one of the tables in the corner? I'll be quiet, I promise."

He hesitated for a moment, but timidly nodded and pointed out a table I could lay my head down on.

I was out like a light

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"Bella." I heard off in the distance. "Bella, open your eyes." A little closer. "Jesus, Bella, wake up. It's not the time to sleep!" A little more. "God... Hey, Edward, why don't you suck her face off again, maybe that'll wake her up... Ouch! ...It was a joke, Christ. Bella. Wake the hell up."

NO FUCKING WAY.

Then the shaking began.

"Edward, help me, would you?"

"You are the one that wants to be her friend, Alice. Not me."

"That's not what your lips were saying Friday evening, when they were practically latched onto her, and I think they wanted a little more than friendship... OUCH. Would you stop hitting me!?"

"How the fuck did you find me?" I mumbled into the arm I was resting my head on.

"Well, Miss Isabella, I gave you fair warning about our lunch date, so when you miserably walked off in this direction after the bell, Edward and I set out on an adventure to find you."

I looked up into her eyes. She was not lying. Shame. Someone was a little over-enthusiastic about repaying the whole pool incident.

"Sure. Whatever, Alice." I mumbled walking toward the door. "Sorry Eric, gotta go." I waved in his direction lazily.

He ignored me, and kept playing some stupid computer game. Dummy.

"Bella, do you know what time it is?"

"I don't give a rat's ass? Is that correct?" I asked bitterly

I barely knew the girl, but I could just picture the way she would role her eyes at me. And how how often I would now have to put up with it.

"Well I was going to tell you it was time for lunch. You were only sleeping for about ten minutes, but I wanted to make sure we would have enough time to get to know eachother, and everything. If you don't want to, that's fine too I guess..." I could once again picture only too easily the way her face would look. I turned around, but she was already walking away, and I could practically hear the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

I groaned, and chased after her and her brother, apologizing profusely.

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Getting to know Alice and her family wasn't too bad.

I found out it wasn't just her and her brother, Edward. She had another brother named Emmett, and two adopted siblings, Jasper and Rosalie, who were also brother and sister.

According to her, since she technically wasn't related to Jasper - 'cause that would be just wrong - Alice and Jasper were dating. In fact they knew they were in love, and were going to get married after they both attended university. Seemed like a good plan to me, as long as they got their education.

Emmett and Rosalie were also dating. They were madly in love, but weren't as eager to tie the knot, although they couldn't imagine being without the other.

Of course, the best looking people in the whole school were together. Together, together. Didn't want to think about it that way, but that was the way it was implied.

It was still beautiful that they knew they couldn't live without the other, without falling apart. And they seemed so sure about it.

Boy, I was a sucker for a good romance!

"So, Bella." I looked up from the food I was picking at, to face Emmett. He had brown curly hair, muscles that were... beyond words, and dimples that touched the sky. As corny as that sounded, it was true. They were pretty damn adorable! In a brotherly sort of way.

"Mmm?" I raised my eyebrows at him absently.

"Where do you go around this place for a quickie?"

Too bad I decided to take a sip of my lemonade right before he asked me, and immediately started choking. Was he kidding me? He was honestly asking me?!

As if he read my mind, he said, "What? You're a pretty hot girl, not as hot as my Rosie, but surely you get around." Then he winked, and I started hacking. Not to mention my asshole cheeks, again, turned an embarrassingly deep shade of red. Oh god. I couldn't tell them about my lack of experience.

'CAUSE THERE NEVER HAS BEEN ANY.

Sensing my awkwardness, Alice covered for me, "That's not really lunch time talk, Emmett. Why don't you ask her when she comes over this weekend?"

My head whipped around to gape at her.

"Alright! It's a plan! This is gonna be great Bella. You can tell me a couple things about the FWOF - Fucking World Of Forks. Sorry about springing that on ya, by the way, and oh man, your face there, made you look like you were the Virgin Mary. That was great! ...Okay, so Saturday night, cool?"

"Cool." I mumbled, playing with top of my drink in my hands.

What the hell have I gotten myself into!?

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