After one dreadful semester of the same dull routine of going to school, studying, and dealing with the 'menace.' Angela's empty promises did end up coming true. Something eventful did happen. Jessica's not-so-subtle rejection(s) from Edward Cullen. Jess swore that he seemed interested, but I got the feeling that it was all in her head. We were sitting at the lunch tables, going over spring break plans. My legs crisscrossed on my seat as I bit into the apple I had packed for lunch.

"So what exactly did he say?" Angela asked. Being a good friend, I rolled my eyes at her saint Theresa personality - she was too caring for these people.

"He said, he prefers eating at his place. Which I didn't think anything of it, so then I went ahead and mentioned we could hang out," Everyone at the table looked at her as if she was either very stupid or just insane. "Ya know, at his place, maybe even... Study?" She gave us a flirtatious smirk to get her point across, which made me cringe.

'That's it. Jessica was definitely insane.' I thought as she continued rambling about the dude.

I looked over Angela's head; her back faced the second entrance to the cafeteria - the same entrance the Cullens had walked in from. They were joking, talking amongst themselves, when I unfolded my legs and kicked Jess, who sat across me. She gave me a glare which I smiled - satisfied with her reaction but also looked at her before looking at the Cullen family walking near our table towards theirs. Jess got the hint and shut up rather quickly.

To say we were eating lunch quietly for a few seconds as they walked by - unaware. That was an understatement. I blushed in embarrassment, knowing we looked guilty from talking about them.

'This is definitely a sad moment of my life.' I thought, festering in embarrassment. The silence didn't last too long, thanks to Eric.

Eric - one of the guys that hung around our table, ran through the cafeteria and towards us. He was huffing, trying to regulate his breathing, almost tripping himself. "What's the rush?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows at his uncharacteristic behavior.

"I have some gossip that I heard in the journalism class." Angela sat up straight - she had taken my sound advice and had joined the class, enjoying it like I knew she would.

Before Eric could continue - he began to grab the chair closest to Jessica to sit down and rest a bit. Jessica placed her hand on the seat, giving him a look to say 'never-in-your-wildest-dreams.' This deterred Eric for a second providing a clumsy smile at us all. I sighed with the table's tension. We wanted Eric to continue with the news. I stood up from my chair, offering it to him, which he took gratefully as I sat next to Jess, who seemed happier with the arrangement.

Eric then continued talking about Sheriff Swan's daughter. Apparently, she was transferring schools from what a student had overheard in the main office of registration. "She's starting in a few days, and get this. She's going to be in our grade or a grade above us."

I looked at him, "How are you so sure she'll be in our grade?" Eric gave me a flirtatious smile scooting closer, which made me lean away.

"She's 17; she's either an older Sophomore or a young Junior." I nodded, understanding his reasoning.

Jessica scoffed at the idea of another new student - probably bitter with Edward's rejections. "What's her reason for moving to Forks?"

Eric shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe to stay with her dad?" He clearly didn't know much more about the Sheriff's daughter, but this only caused curiosity about the girl.

I took another bite of my apple, eyeing it for a few seconds. "It's kind of sad if you think about it." I paused, crossing my legs. "She'll be starting all over in high school." Angela nodded, agreeing with me - for once in our 16 years of life.

Jessica scoffed, flipping her dirty blond hair over her shoulder, "Please, you make it seem hard to make friends here." I didn't respond; instead, I just paid attention to the half-eaten apple as Mike and Tyler joined the table, talking about the latest movie in theaters. The conversation changed as fast as it started, the mystery of Sheriff Swan's daughter long forgotten, or so I thought.

It wasn't even a week until news spread about the girl. From what Angela told me at home, someone - had figured out the name of the Sheriff's daughter - Isabella, and when she'd be arriving. Today. I remember feeling creeped out that someone in her class had taken it upon themselves to get this information. Apparently, they 'asked' around - which I'm pretty sure was journalism slang for - I did something I shouldn't have but still did it.

"How?" Ang was busy going through her own locker, looking for one of her textbooks. While I leaned against the locker beside hers.

She licked her lips nervously, fidgeting through her stuff, shrugging her shoulders. "They wouldn't say, but I think they bribed Ms. Cope - the receptionist at the school."

I almost choked on my saliva before snatching my trig book from my backpack. I was getting the feeling she left hers at home. "Here," I nudged her with the book she was looking for. She gave me a small smile pecking my check before closing her locker. "Isn't that - I don't know - illegal?" I asked, closing my bag and heading toward our classes.

"I said 'I think,' - meaning, I'm not sure how they got that information," Ang mumbled, more focused on my trig book as she fingered the sticky notes I had stuck on there for notes and memorization for tests or quizzes.

She smiled to herself before looking at me. "You're pretty organized, ya know. I've borrowed Jess' notes before, and it just leaves me confused, but this," She held my book up a little to emphasize what she was talking about. "It's a lot easy to understand."

I nudged her with my shoulder; the bulky worn-out leather clashed with what I was wearing, but mom had been right. It would keep me warm from the rain today. "It's cause we share the same brain," I smirked. "Remember? we think alike, Angela." She nodded, still showing gratitude, as she walked me to my classroom door and headed to her class.

Entering English, I was almost knocked to the ground. "I'm sorry," I muttered as I half-heartedly apologized. Stepping to the side for the long blonde - Rosalie, I think - to leave. I didn't pay much attention to their names as I never really spoke to any of them except for the polite hello's I'd exchange with Edward here and there.

She didn't respond. Instead, she flipped her silky tresses over her shoulder and continued. The overwhelming feeling of intimidation crept under my skin like an itch you couldn't scratch. I began to feel nauseous from the exchange. It always occurred whenever I was too close to the Cullen family. I would get the urgent sense of stickiness on my skin and the need to take a hot shower.

I shrugged it off. Convincing myself that it was just their abnormally good looks that caused me to be wary. Maybe they were all lucky with their gene pool, and Dr. Cullen was trying to pair up his adopted children. 'Or maybe they're too good to be true.' The thought lingered in my subconscious as if to warn me. I shook it off as me being too cautious. The thought of the Cullen family being something else wasn't plausible.

I took my usual seat in the front row. Mrs. Feder - an elderly ginger with love for poetry and questionable books - began to list off our names. She quickly flashed me a grin as she called on me. She noticed I was still occupying the front desk in its usual center row. I would use the excuse that I didn't want anyone to distract me from class, but the truth was... Far more embarrassing.

Many had speculated - I've denied - I have horrible eyesight. Not as bad as Angela, but bad enough that the glasses our parents would purchase were a sin. I was still allowed to drive without them - thank the angels above. However, I refused to wear glasses when I needed to the most. I was too stubborn to wear them.

Yes, you can call me vain, but can you blame me? Wearing glasses in this type of rainy, cold weather? Not so great for hand-eye coordination. Even more so if said individual - me - lacked any.

Mom and I would have our personal showdowns when Angela and I - mostly Ang. - would update our prescriptions. Mom was too stubborn to purchase contact lenses. I was too stubborn to modify my appearance. It was an ongoing battle that both of us refused to give in.

So to continue my "rebellious streak" as dad would shame me. I continued on without glasses, claiming every front desk in all the classrooms. It should have been an unspoken rule amongst the students in Forks by now. Eleanor always took a front seat.

Mrs. Feder continued on with the lesson mentioning more about upcoming prompts. She then began to pass out upcoming assignments with their due dates. I tried my best to focus on the information she was bombarding us with, but I couldn't shake the crawling feeling that someone was watching me.

I tried my hardest to ignore it, scribbling everything being said, but the feeling only intensified. My stomach became a jumble of knots as I attempted to shake it off, but I couldn't. I sighed out of annoyance - giving up.

I turned around in my seat, pretending to grab a highlighter. Discreetly looking for the culprit, I looked at my classmates whose heads were focused on their papers, scribbling down just as I was. Until my eyes met those of Alice Cullen's.

Unlike everyone else, she wasn't in a hurry to scribble anything; I'm pretty sure her notebook was still closed. She didn't even seem to concentrate on the lesson but on me. She gave me a genuine grin waving a little as if we were friends - we weren't. I gave her a small smile back out of politeness.

'Weird.' was the only word I could use to describe the experience as I turned back in my chair. My muscles through out the class were tensed as my stomach became a rock full of nerves. Never once did Alice say why she was focusing on me during class, and I wasn't going to ask.