A/N: This story has no Beta. All spelling errors and mistakes are my own.

I realise Bella is coming across a tad self involved. She'll get better...or worse.

Drawing in a deep breath, I stood at the entrance of West Phoenix High School.
Today was my first day here and I hoped to God everything went smoothly.
I snorted to myself, yeah cause you're so high on luck.
I glanced at my schedule, barely containing the anxiety bubbling inside me. Luckily, I didn't have to change my classes. At least that remained the same. Now I just had to deal with constant sunburn everyday and weird looks.
I shook my head, this was my home now. And I just had to get used to it.
My dad wished me luck before I left. He had to go to the hospital again today. He was receiving his first round of chemo. I was worried incase my dad suffered from some serious side effects.
Don't worry about that right now.
I had half an hour to kill, may as well find my locker.
I stepped inside and scanned the halls that were already alive with the buzzing of students. As if on cue, all eyes were on me. Great. Just great.
Grasping my books tighter, I began scanning for my locker. No matter how much I tried to block out their whispers, I could still hear some of them with their "Who is she?" "Where did she come from?"
Just what I needed today. To be stared at like a fucking lab rat.

When I finally found my locker, I was greeted by a small pixie like girl with short black hair. Her smile was wide, her eyes overly excited.
"Hi!" She beamed at me. I tried not to roll my eyes. I didn't need to make friends here. It's not important. It's not part of the plan.
None of this was, you idiot.
"Hi." I managed to smile back, but it was forced.
"I'm Alice. You're new here, right? I haven't seen you here before which makes me think that you are new. I make it my mission to help out the new kids. High school can be pretty tough, especially when you're new and don't know where everything this." She literally spoke a hundred miles an hour.
"Take a breath, will you?" I mumbled, putting my bag in my locker.
"Sorry!" She squeaked, "What's your name?"
"Bella."
This was it, wasn't it? I was gonna be subjected to having her as a friend. Not cool, karma, not cool.
"Well, Bella. What do you have first period?"
"Um..." I glanced down at my schedule secretly hoping that my class was somewhere far away from her. "Calculus."
Alice beamed at me again, "You can sit with me then!"
Oh sweet Satan.

Mr. Mason, my Calculus teacher sighed when I walked in the door. I could tell right away that he hated new students. All that extra teaching he would have to do would probably kill him. He seemed like one of those teachers.
Before I had time to even register what was happening, Alice grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back of the class. She pulled out the chair next to her and gestured for me to sit. I sat down and looked around the classroom. The walls were covered in different mathematic equations and posters. I scrunched my nose up. I already hated this place.
"So..." Alice whispered next to me, "You can sit with us at lunch if you want to. I'll get you at your locker?"
"Who's 'us'?"
Alice shrugged, "Me, Jasper and a few others. It all depends if Jane's at cheerleading practice or not."
Who the fuck is Jane? I nodded, "Okay, whatever."
"Jasper's my boyfriend by the way." She gave me a pointed look, warning me to stay away from him.
"Okay." I smirked, opening my notebook.
Calculus was one of the classes I was good at, so I wasn't worried about trying to get up to speed. That meant Mr. Mason could relax a bit.
"Miss Brandon, perhaps you could enlighten the class on Rolle's Theorem?" Mr. Mason snapped.
Alice rolled her eyes, "Yes, of course."
I leaned back in my seat and groaned inwardly. This was going to be a long motherfucking day.

English was next. One of my favourite subjects.
Again, I took a seat at the back. Mr. Berty didn't seem to mind or even care that I was in his class. He smiled when I arrived and told me to sit where ever I wanted. Thankfully, I didn't have Alice in this class. I could relax a little before lunch.
"Hi." I looked up to see a dark haired boy smiling broadly at me. His bright blue eyes were friendly.
"Hi." I responded, smiling in return. He took the seat next to me and turned to face me.
"I'm Eric." He extended his hand for me to take.
"Bella." We shook hands and turned toward the front of the class.
"How's your first day so far?" He asked.
"It's been okay." I replied, honestly, "It could be worse."
"It could get worse." He chuckled.
I suppose he was right.
That was the last I spoke to Eric since Mr. Berty began his teaching.
Today, we were learning Shakespeare. How original.
I had a soft spot for Shakespeare though. His words were something that very few could achieve in writing. Granted, most of his work were tragedies, but there was something so beautifully poetic in his tales.
My mother gave me my first Shakespearian play when I was twelve. Romeo and Juliet.
I never let it leave my sight. Every night before bed, she would read an extract.
"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite...words to live by Bella." She kissed my forehead and smiled, "Sleep tight."
I smiled at the memory.
Never a truer word spoken, mom.

I hated Art. Hated it with all my being. I had to my admit though, I could create a nice canvas if I put my mind to it.
The class was set up in a semi circle with a table in the middle in front of us. I scrunched my nose up at the smell of paint and dusty paintbrushes.
My art teacher was Mr. Dawson. A small, fat man with square glasses.
"Paint the sunflowers." He sat a vase of vibrant yellow sunflowers in the middle of the class and sighed, "Make it look good, guys."
I scoffed at myself. Sunflowers? Really?
"You don't like sunflowers, or something?" I turned my attention to a blond girl, narrowing her eyes at me.
I shrugged, "I don't mind them?"
The blond girl smiled, "I think they're lovely."
I didn't like her one bit. Her blond hair hung in waves down her back, and she had clearly mastered the art of not breathing since her shirt was so tight.
She must have noticed me staring at her because her eyes widened in panic, "Oh my God, do I have paint on me or something?!" She scanned her clothes frantically, "This is all I need."
"No. You're fine." I muttered. Trust me to sit next to her.
"You're new here, right?" She asked, dipping her brush in some water.
I sighed, "Yeah." How long until people stopped asking me the obvious?
"Yeah, I figured. You look so pale." She smirked.
I threw a sarcastic smile her way, "No, really? I hadn't noticed."
"Rosalie!" Mr. Dawson growled, "Eyes on your own canvas please."
The blond girl, who I now knew was Rosalie smiled sweetly at him, "Sorry, sir. Just getting to know the new girl."
Rolling my eyes, I dipped my brush in some paint and began the assignment.
Couldn't he have placed something less cheery in front of me? Like a fucking teapot or something? I groaned inwardly, this had to be the longest day of my entire fucking life.

True to her word, Alice met me by my locker.
"Hey! How's your day going so far?" She leaned against the lockers, grinning widely.
"It's been okay." I answered honestly, "Kinda dragging in."
Alice smiled sympathetically, "Yeah. Well, do you wanna eat inside or outside? It's nice outside. But we can sit inside if you want, I don't mind. I'm sure the others will find us anyway." There she goes again, talking a hundred miles a second.
"Whatever you wanna do is fine." I mumbled, shutting my locker.
I followed her through the crowded cafeteria. It's was bigger than the one in Forks High. So much bigger. I wasn't really that hungry, so I settled on an apple and a bottle of water.
Alice led me to a table right next to a door, which led outside.
"So what did you do over the summer?" Alice asked, placing a napkin onto her lap.
I blinked a few times. She was forward. "I uh…I went on vacation." I shrugged, like it was nothing. She didn't need to know the details.
"I love going away in summer. My family and I only go away for like, two weeks. I've always wanted to spend the full summer somewhere. Did you?" She grinned. She seemed like she was genuinely interested in getting to know me.
"Yeah, my dad and I, we-"
"Oh my God!" She squeaked, "The whole summer? Where did you go? Did you have a fling? Those are the best kind of summers."
Jesus Christ, what was her obsession with summer? I felt my face burn with embarrassment and I knew she noticed. She smiled knowingly and winked, "That good, huh?"
I shook my head in astonishment. This girl got over excited about everything. And what was it to her if I did meet someone on vacation? I've only known her for five minutes! I wasn't about to spill my secrets about Edward to someone I've just met.
Alice bounced in her seat, "Here comes Jasper," She sang, "And Edward!"
My body went ice cold at the sound of his name. Edward?
No. It couldn't be.
Maybe you heard her wrong.
Please, God, don't let it be him. It couldn't be him. I hadn't seen him all day. This couldn't be happening to me. Of all the high schools in Phoenix, he had to be here.
Oh shut up, Swan. It's probably not who you think.
I glued my eyes to the table. Terrified of confirming my suspicions. I covered most of my face with my hair. My stomach was practically doing summersaults.
"Who are you?" His voice was low, irritated.
I took a deep breath. Yep, your luck has just officially ran out.
"Oh this is Bella. She's just moved here from Washington." I wanted to punch Alice straight in the jaw.
I glanced up to see his face. My breathing hitched. Fuck no.
"Hi, Bella. I'm Jasper." I tore my eyes away from Edward's face and forced a smile at the boy before me. His blond hair was swooped over to the right and the kindest of smiles graced his lips.
"Hi." I breathed, before turning my attention back to Edward. His green eyes were filled with confusion, frustration and anger as he stared back at me. He looked just how I remembered if not more handsome. I could feel the tension from him, even from across the table. His nostrils flared. He recognised me. He knew who I was. And he wasn't happy. He ran his hand through his unruly bronze coloured hair, "Washington, eh? You're a long way from home." He narrowed his eyes as he sat down, facing me.
"So, Edward before you rudely interrupted us, we were discussing summer flings." Alice shook her head at him disapprovingly, suddenly offended that he ruined the conversation.
"Summer flings? They're pointless." His voice was low, he sounded annoyed. He clenched his fists on the table. I could tell he was trying to keep calm.
Breathe, Swan.
"They're romantic." Alice quipped as she smiled up at, who I assumed was Jasper.
"Only because they guy is trying to be nice to you so he can get laid." Edward spat.
His words cut through me like a knife. Is that all I was to him?
Jasper snorted, "Come on, man. Like you would even know a thing about flings."
"I'm going for a smoke." I mumbled, standing up.
Alice shot me a curious look before nodding, "That's okay." She replied
"I wasn't asking permission." I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the cafeteria.
Eric was right. It could get worse. It just fucking did.

I leaned against a tree, smoking what must have been my third cigarette in ten minutes.
Calm down, Bella.
I couldn't. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"What are you doing here?"
I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I could be mean back. I could stand my own ground. I turned to face Edward, squaring my shoulders, "What's it to you?" I hissed.
He scoffed, "What's it to me?" He asked incredulously, "You're here. In Phoenix. In my fucking high school, Bella. So what the fuck?" Anger flashed in his eyes and I could see he was trying to keep calm.
I didn't expect him to be so furious over this. Well, I didn't expect to even see him again. I hoped with all my soul I didn't have to run into him.
"Are you here because you turned into some crazy stalker or some shit? Jesus Christ, Bella, first you call me and now you show up here? We made a fucking deal." He shook his head as he lit his own cigarette. He took a deep draw, closing his eyes.
It looked hot.
So not the time, Swan.
"No. I didn't even know you went to this school." I mumbled, staring at the ground.
Just tell him. Tell him the truth.
"You better not tell anyone, I swear to God. I have a life here. A girlfriend. You don't fit into my world here." He spat. His emerald green eyes burned deep into my soul. They were different. Guarded and unkind.
I swallowed thickly at his words. Was he trying to hurt me? Was this the same boy I spent the summer with? I wanted to put my smoke out on his fucking eye.
I shook my head, "I wouldn't dream of ruining your perfect fucking life." I stubbed my cigarette out, "Don't you fucking worry." I hissed as I passed him to go back inside.
"You're nothing to me." He growled when I passed him. His words held so much venom and hatred. What happened to the sweet, kind boy I spent four weeks with?

I couldn't stop the tears that escaped my eyes. I pushed open the doors to the girl's toilets and stormed into a cubicle.
Between my father's illness, moving, and now this? I was closer to a full on breakdown that I had anticipated.
"Fuck!" I kicked the toilet cubicle and leaned my forehead against the wall. My shoulders shook uncontrollably as I cried.
Finally crying.

I stormed into my next class. Biology.
My sorrow replaced with rage. How dare he speak to me like that. Like I was nothing to him. Like we never shared anything.
Asshole!
I noticed Alice at the back of the class, gesturing for me to join her.
I stormed toward her, settling in my seat.
Mr. Banner, my teacher, smirked at me, "Would you like to introduce yourself to the class please, Miss Swan."
I almost choked. Public speaking was not my strong suit. "Are you serious?" I gaped. None of the other teachers made me do this.
Just then the door opened and the asshole himself came walking in, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Mr. Cullen, you're just in time. Miss Swan is about to introduce herself."
Edward scoffed and threw himself down on his seat, leaning back.
I gingerly stood and made my way to the front of the class, swallowing bike that threatened to escape.
"Uh…" I stared at the floor, not knowing what to say. My confidence from earlier had abandoned me.
"Start with saying your name and then how you've come to attend West Phoenix High." Mr. Banner gave me a reassuring smile, thinking he must've helped me in some way. Instead, he sounded condescending.
I smiled sarcastically, "Yeah thanks."
I turned to face the class again, "Uh, my name is Bella. I'm seventeen." I took a deep breath, finding myself locking eyes with Edward.
Screw him, Swan.
I sighed to myself, finding my confidence again, "I'm here because my dad has been diagnosed with Cancer and we had to move here to get better treatment."
Edward's smirk faltered.
Yes, feel bad, you dick.
"I wouldn't worry," I said calmly, looking right at him, "I'm not planning on staying longer than I have to."