Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Edward picked her out of the crowd. She looked ready to go and he wasn't looking to waste time. She greeted him with a sloppy cotton-candy-flavored kiss, but her lip-gloss couldn't mask the strong liquor on her breath. Her liquid eyes warned him that he was taking advantage, but it didn't bother him. He figured it was just going to be easier than he had planned. They made their way to Edward's new car, pausing here and there to steal a kiss or to cop a feel. She pulled him tight to her mouth and they banged against the side of his car. He grimaced and halted his movements praying they didn't scratch his paintjob, but her eager mouth quickly distracted him back to her again.

He worked one hand up her shirt and began working the keys into the locked door with his other. He barely had the door open when they were rudely interrupted.

Her lips unfolded from his, and then her body went limp. Edward opened his eyes to discover that she had covered her face with her right hand. This caused him to turn, and he came face to face with a flashlight.

"Well, look who we have here. Didn't think I would see you again so soon," snorted a familiar voice.

Edward dropped his composure and leaned back on the car. He knew his night was ruined and that these two schmucks were going to be the cause of it. He might as well have a little fun with it.

"Well… well… well… I thought I smelled bacon. My daddy paying you guys to keep an eye on me, or do you just enjoy stalking me?"

"Yeah kid, that joke wasn't even funny when I was a rookie," replied Lenard. His tall frame and 1970's mustache made him a walking cliché.

Edward turned back to the nervous girl beside him and whispered in her ear, "Let's just keep kissing."

She jumped back and furrowed her brows. Edward couldn't help but sigh.

"Ok fellas, let's get this over with."

Edward spent the remainder of that late night cuffed in the backseat of a cop car as they thoroughly tore apart his car. When the other cop, Daniel, strutted over to him with a smug grin pasted on his fat face he knew he was busted. In his white-gloved hand was the newly rolled joint Edward had stashed in between his CDs.

"Fuck" was all he could say.

The move to Chicago didn't exactly pan out the way Esme and Carlisle had hoped. They figured that in a new environment, with a better car, in a better school, Edward would revert back to his previous good behavior. But things had just gotten progressively worse. This new city had become Edward's playground. He was on first name basis with more cops than they could stomach. They were pulling their hair out.

Of course, Edward got off most of the time. Carlisle had gotten very good with bribes and pleads. He had no idea what had gotten into his son, but he was trying to fix it as best he could. The last thing he wanted was for Edward to ruin his chances of getting into a good college. The close family relationship was splitting apart. Edward stayed out all the time and ignored their presence when he was around. Carlisle felt bad that he couldn't spend more time at home to help Esme with this new Edward personality crisis, but his new job was very demanding. He hadn't been there that long, so he had to prove himself.

Edward did graduate from high school. Even with all his partying ways, he maintained a first-rate GPA to the relief of his parents. He knew exactly what he planned to do. Emmett and Jasper had not let him disappear from their lives. They used email and gaming chat to keep up-to-date. Since Emmett and Jasper were both accepted to the same college, they told Edward, "You better fucking come with us." So, Edward was once again in the air, but this time he was heading west.

Bella had become invisible. School was not all bad, but it was like she fell off the radar. After awhile people just stopped caring about the "scandal" and moved on to something new. Bella immersed herself in books and school work. It was just like when Edward and her friendship ended the first time. She found ways to move on. She had to.

Even after James had graduated, Bella was still considered a ghost. Lauren never went out of her way to torture Bella or anything, but there was a quiet understanding that you didn't befriend Bella unless you wanted to make Lauren your enemy. No one wanted that. There was no prom for Bella Swan. There were no keg parties or senior class pranks. Her yearbook was left unsigned. Bella just bought a calendar and ticked off the days until her graduation.

However, this did not break her. With her grades she received scholarships. She was accepted to some pretty decent colleges. All her hard work and sacrifices paid off. She could finally start over. Move away and begin a new life. A life that wasn't tainted by a certain copper haired boy named Edward Cullen.

Saying good bye to her parents wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. There were some hugs, a few 'be carefuls' and 'take cares', and she was off. Her parents gave her their old, beat-up truck as a parting/graduation gift. The hunk of junk would be her chariot that would whisk her away to freedom. Bella was ecstatic.

She would be living in the college dorms. She didn't even care that she had to share a room. She never really had to share anything before, being an only child, but she was looking forward to it. She thought maybe it would be like having a sister.

She had no idea what she had gotten herself into. Her roommate was a handful - a walking, talking Bratz Doll complete with plastic accessories. For the first couple days, she left Bella alone to her own devices, but she had done it only to let the poor girl settle in.

Alice had been hanging at her friend's apartment helping her get situated. Alice had always wanted to do the dorm thing because of the whole college experience pretense, but her friend was more adamant on having a place to herself. Alice decided to make her introductions on the first morning she awoke to the stranger she shared her room with. She had come in late the night before when the girl was already asleep. After freshening up in the bathroom, she walked in to find her new roomie sitting with her legs crossed on her own bed.

"Hi, I'm Alice," greeted the walking, talking doll. Alice was dressed casually in a Victoria's Secret Pink loungewear set. Even dressed down she still looked perfectly put together; this was quite a difference from the garments Bella usually found herself in. "I thought we could order a pizza and hang out…get to know each other… you know, since we are roomies and all."

A smile broke across Bella's face. Even though she seemed to have nothing in common with this Alice girl, it was nice to be included for once.

"Yeah, sure. I don't have any plans," replied Bella.

That one pizza date turned into another outside pizza date. Bella was introduced to Alice's best friend Rosalie. Where Alice was dark, Rosalie was light. Alice was short, Rosalie was tall. Alice had very short, dark hair and Rosalie had long, blonde hair. But it was like a polar opposite of similarities. They both had an obsession with shopping and fast cars. It sort of freaked Bella out. She really could care less about shopping or cars. And their perfectly put together friendship intimidated Bella very much.

Alice and Rosalie picked up on this right away. Rosalie pretty much hated everyone, but there was something about Bella's innocence that she had a soft spot for. It's like she wanted to take her under her wing and protect her. Alice liked Bella's honesty and politeness. So, both girls decided that they were going to tone down their bitchiness and let Bella in. When classes finally started, the three were already comfortable in their newfound friendship.

Bella's first day was long and boring. She tried to act like she wasn't searching for a certain someone as she scanned the campus grounds. She had no idea if he was even a student here. She knew it was a long shot, but there was no telling wherehe might have ended up going to school. She couldn't help it and constantly scolded herself for it.

"Bella, who are you looking for? We are both right here," asked a very curious Alice. Rosalie had noticed Bella's wandering eyes as well and was grinning at her like a fool.

"Um, no one," muttered Bella.

"I call bullshit!" exclaimed Rosalie. Bella blushed. When the girls noticed Bella's flaming cheeks, they both pointed and shrieked, "Holy shit!"

"You like someone. Bella, what the hell! Did you meet him in one of your classes today?" asked Alice.

"No, well…it's just that I had a friend back home…and I was just hoping maybe I'd run into him or something. It's silly. He moved to Chicago a long time ago… he could have gone to school anywhere. It's dumb alright." Bella sighed and leaned back on her hands. The girls were relaxing out on the lawn. The weather was still nice, and they were taking advantage of it.

"You know you could always just check with the front office and see if he is enrolled here. It would save you the aggravation," said Rosalie.

"Yeah, that would be the smart thing to do," added Alice.

"Isn't that illegal?" Bella questioned.

"Probably… but you make up some excuse or flirt with one of those student worker guys… no biggie," said Rosalie as she closed her eyes and faced the sun.

"Easy maybe for you, but… I kind of don't really want to know at the same time. Let's just drop it, ok?" Bella whispered.

Rosalie opened her eyes to meet Alice's and they nodded. They were going to drop it, but they knew there was more to this than Bella was letting on.

After a short pause, Alice interjected, "Well, if anyone cares, I met someone." Both Rosalie and Bella sat up straight. "His name is Jasper and he is super hot."

This chapter scares me… but Jess does wonders…