Chapter 1

It was the start of my junior year in high school. My mother, step father, little half-brother, and I just moved to Forks a few weeks ago. So yes, I am a new girl at this school.

My mother was offered a job here in Forks as an art teacher. Why Forks? My mother wanted to move away from my father. He started to get creepy again. I haven't seen my father in over a year or my little half-sister, Carrie.

I wasn't the only new person at this school. My mother was thrilled about that. She kept lecturing me that I need to make friends and the new girl and I could bond over a new school. Yay.

My mother brought me to school, since she worked there. We pulled up and I got out of the car, swinging my book bag onto my shoulder. Everyone was staring.

Hopefully I didn't look too bad. I actually put some effort into looking nice today. Some.

"Do you have everything?" I heard my mother ask.

"Yes, Mom." I answered. "So, since you'll be my teacher…do I call you Mrs. Taylor or…" I trailed off.

"You can call me Mrs. Taylor or Mom. Whatever you want." My mother answered as she walked passed me.

I followed behind her, feeling like a lost puppy. I hated being new. I hated this feeling of having everyone's attention. Everyone's eyes were on me and I could feel their judgment. Even if they weren't judging me, I felt like they were.

I heard a truck backfiring and I turned to find some old truck pull into the parking lot, park, and out came this brunette girl. She looked just as nervous as I was. Maybe she was new too?

I turned my head and found everyone had their attention on her. Yeah, she must be new.

As she was walking closer to the front doors, I took in a deep breath and decided to try to make friends with her.

"Hi." I said softly.

"Hello." She greeted back, not stopping.

I walked with her. My mother was long gone now.

"Judging by everyone…you're new to?" I asked and held out my hand when we stopped at her locker. "My name is Lori Crowe."

She took my hand and shook it. "Isabella Swan, but please call me Bella."

I let go of her hand and sighed. "Today is going to suck. Everyone is going to talk about us and I hate how they watch us."

"I know right? Can they just…ignore us?" Bella added when she put her bag away and took out the books she needed.

"I agree. Well, I need to go to my locker. I hope to see you in any classes. It would be nice to have someone there I kind of know." I walked away when she nodded in response.

I finally made it to my locker and noticed a very pretty brunette standing by me. She was just staring at me and I started to feel unsure and frightened. She wasn't scary at all. I only felt this way because of my anxiety.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" I asked when I took out books I needed.

"I'm Alice Cullen." She greeted and held out her hand. "You must be Lori Crowe." Her voice made it sound like she already knew me.

"Yes I am. Hi." I greeted in an awkward handshake.

"You and I are going to be great friends. I know it." Alice turned around and had a skip to her step when she walked towards this brooding blonde guy. He was staring right at me, sending a chill down my spine.

I pushed up my glasses and took another breath of courage in. Relax, he's just staring. Don't get all weird.

Oh, but he's really hot. Why can't he just look away? I'm not that interesting.

I saw him smirk slightly and that made me realize that I was staring at him for fuck knows how long. Great, now I am the new girl with eyes set for a brooding blonde dude that looks like he's in pain. Great start to a school year.

It was finally lunch time. I was in line getting my food when Bella appeared next to me.

"Hey, Lori." She greeted. "I met some people. If you want, you can come join our table."

I felt a tug at my heart. She thought about me? No one ever thinks about me. I'm usually the second choice to everything, if that. I'm never in anyone's thoughts, besides my own.

"Thanks. I'd love to join." I said with a smile. I felt the urge to hug her and tell he thank you, but that would have been weird.

We were sitting at a table with some people, who I didn't know until now. They seemed nice, except for Jessica Stanley. To me she seems fake and jealous.

"You know, you could always go for eating disorders? Speedo padding on the swim team." Bella said when Eric brought up that The Feature's dead to Angela.

Apparently he was going to have Bella and I on the front page of the school's newspaper, but Bella didn't want that and she knew I wouldn't have liked it either.

"Actually, that's a good one…" Angela Weber said.

Bella looked off to the side when Jessica and Angela were talking. I followed her gaze and saw what she was looking at. Well, who she was looking at. There were stunning people coming into the lunchroom.

Two had blonde hair and two had brown or dark brown hair. One I already was introduced to. Her name is Alice. I had no idea who the others were.

"Who are they?" Isabella asked.

"The Cullen's." Angela Weber answered when she turned her head back to Bella and I.

"The Cullen's? They are all related?" I asked, confusion showing in my tone and face.

"They are Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They moved down here from Alaska, like, a few years ago." Jessica answered my question.

"They keep to themselves." Angela added.

"Yeah, because they are all together, like together together." Jessica said with slight emphasis on the first together word. "The blonde girl, that's Rosalie. The dark haired guy next to her is Emmet. They are a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal."

Angela rolled her eyes. "They're not actually related."

"Yeah, but they live together. It's weird." Jessica pointed at Alice and the blonde guy next to her. He spun her around while holding her hand, like they were dancing. "That's Alice. She's really weird. That blonde guy that looks like he's in pain is Jasper. They are together too."

I turned my gaze over to Alice and Jasper. Alice was already looking at me and gave me a small smile. Jasper looked over to me when Alice smiled and locked eyes with me.

I felt an invisible pull to go to him, like that should have been me beside him. I felt my heart accelerate and blush crept to my cheeks.

His expression seemed to soften just a bit, enough for me to relax. Whatever this pull was needs to stop. I can't like someone who is already with someone. It makes me feel weird.

I reluctantly turned my head away when I heard Bella speak.

"Who's he?"

I followed her gaze and my eyes landed on a brunette man. I do admit he's good looking. He has a nice sex haired look to him. He's not exactly my type. I guess I'm more into blonde guys that look like they are in pain.

I rolled my eyes. How could I already have a crush on someone? Well, a baby crush is alright to have. Right? It's not like I'm going to stalk this guy. He has a girlfriend too, which makes him off limits.

"That's Edward Cullen. He's totally gorgeous, obviously." Jessica said as she swooned over him, but then grew a bit bitter. "Apparently no one here is good enough for him. Like I care." She picked at her food. "Don't waste your time."

"I wasn't planning on it." Bella trailed off as she watched Edward.

Oh, whatever. You're so into him. The look on Bella's face makes me think she's going to have jelly legs when she gets up.

I closed my locker and turned to go to my next class. Jasper was standing there with Alice by her locker.

My hands and arms tightened around my books and notebooks. Will he always have this effect on me? I hope not. It's kind of scary how much I enjoy looking into his black, or is it a very dark brown, colored eyes. They were very hypnotic.

What broke my gaze from him was someone bumping into me, knocking my pencil out of my hold. I bent down to get it and saw there was a pale hand there already. My eyes trailed up the arm to Jaspers face.

"Thank you." I said quietly. Could my voice get any quieter?

"You're welcome." He said as he stood up with me, handing me my pencil.

His voice had a southern drawl to it. I thought he was from Alaska? Do Alaska people have southern accents?

I took the pencil and out fingertips brushed against each other. It was like I briefly touched an ice cube. He could have cold hands like me. In the winter time I usually have freezing cold hands and feet due to low circulation in them.

The bell for the next class rang and it didn't bother me. It usually would. I hate being late, but I didn't want to go.

A small smirk appeared on his lips before he spoke. "You're late for class, Ma'am."

"I know." I trailed off and then blushed after I looked away from him. "I'm sorry I made you late too. Please forgive me."

I went to walk away but his hand was on my arm. "See you later?" He asked.

Why would he want to see me later? Plus yeah he'll see me later. He's always with Alice and her locker is close to mine.

"Yeah." I answered, hope bubbled up in my chest.

Jasper's POV

"You did well, Jazz." Alice said when she skipped up behind me. "You can breathe now. She's gone."

I took in a deep breathe, smelling the after scent of Lori. Even that almost made me want to pounce on her and claim her.

"What is she?" I asked and turned to go to my next class.

"The visions I have seen are you two being together. She's one of us and she's beautiful." Alice answered me. "Bella is Edwards and Lori is yours."

"How is she one of us? There's no way I could turn her. I'd kill her." I said with a slight growl in my tone.

"I don't know how, but I see her with red eyes. I see her rising up and almost killing you with a hug and a kiss. You'll need to buy sturdier clothes, by the way." Her voice made it seem like she knew something.

"Oh boy…" I sighed out.

Lori's POV

"Do I smell?" Bella asked me when we got to school the next day.

She and I were in the parking lot talking after I told my mom I'll see her later.

I leaned over and smelled her. I gave her a shrug and a questioning look.

"You smell like apples."

"That's my body wash." I sighed out.

"Why are you asking me that?" I questioned and turned my gaze to a jeep and a red sports car driving into the parking lot. The Cullen's.

"Because yesterday I sat by Edward and he made this disgusted look, like I smelt like…shit or something."

I bit back a smile. "Maybe he's not a fan of apples?"

"Maybe not." She couldn't hide the amusement in her tone.

Ask the Cullen's walked to the doorway, they were looking at us. Did we do something wrong?

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this story. Please let me know if I should continue it! :) Have a nice day or night.