A/N - I am reposting all the chapters with a few fixes and changes. Nothing major, but some things were bugging me. Chapter 7 should be up by tonight or tomorrow. I MIGHT be able to get chapter 8 up this weekend too!

I don't really want to write huge A/N's but this is my first story, and I have no clue what I am doing. I don't think the story is all the creative, but it seemed like a good idea for a virgin writer. My grammar probably sucks, and my story may suck, but I will give it a shot. Let me know what you think. ::Drea::

Loving New Friends

Arriving In Style

Chapter 1

Well, this was embarrassing.

My old red Chevy decided to die right in the entrance of the parking lot of Forks High School. It made it all of three miles from Charlie's house before breaking down. So far, day one in my new home of Forks, Washington was going so well. Glorious.

I muttered a thanks to Charlie for the unreliable truck. Though I loved it, I now had half the population of the high school staring at me, trying to start up the beast. Attention was not what I was looking for before even stepping into my first class.

I'm not surprised. This is how I presumed my first day would go. This is the way my life tends to pan out.

"Hey! Do you need some help?" I heard a male voice swiftly approaching.

I glanced up and saw a boy about my age jogging up to me. He had blond hair that was spiked in complicated swirls, and seemed to have taken him a while to perfect. He had clear baby blue eyes and large pupils. He was average height, maybe 5'10, but since I was only 5'2 he was still considerably larger. He was definitely cute. Baby face, nice eyes, soft smile. Sweet looking.

I hopped out of my truck before he got to the truck and gave him a tentative smile. Most men made me cautious before I new them.

"Hi" I said shyly.

"Hey, I'm Mike Newton." He smiled.

He seemed normal. Make friends Swan.

"Isabella Swan" I returned.

"Do you need help? What happened?" He looked at the truck curiously, while patting the hood.

"Um, sure. I don't know what you can do, but it broke down. I don't know if anything is wrong with it. I just got it yesterday from my dad." I had to question whether Mike thought he was going to fix he care right here.

"Well, my friends and I can push it into a spot until you can have it picked up, how's that sound?" He asked, giving me a smile.

"I would really appreciate that." I blushed, as usual. He seemed nice.

I was going to try harder to have friends here. I didn't have many in Phoenix and things where going to change if I could help it. I would not let my mother or my life from Phoenix hurt my new start with Charlie and a new school.

"Hey, Tyler! Conor!" He yelled across the parking lot. I ducked my head down, not wanting everyone to turn and stare more than they already were.

Two boys from the group started walking over to us.

"Hey, I'm Tyler." He stuck his hand out to shake and gave me a bright smile. He was tall and dark skinned. His smile seemed more self assured and cocky, but he seemed nice all the same.

"Conor" the other shy boy gave a tiny wave. He was plain, like me. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Average Height.

"Hi, guys. I'm Isabella"

Mike turned to them with a serious look on his face. "Izzy, here, is having trouble with her truck. It won't start. So the three of us are going to push it into that open space. Sound good?" He winked at them both.

Izzy? Really?

Just ignore it. Not a big deal. Just a nickname.

I at least had to get in a small dig.

"Thanks, Mikey" I said sarcastically.

He just smiled at me. Guess it went right over his head.

The boys got to work. Conor sat in the driver seat to steer, while Mike and Tyler got in the back and started to push.

It took a long time.

Remind me to befriend guys who work out.

The crowd was long gone by the time the car was in the space, next to a new silver Volvo. Great, with my luck the beast will explode next to the $50,000 car.

On top of all this, I was now officially late to my first class of the day.

"Thanks so much, guys. I'll call my dad to come get me after school." I said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you late on the first day of school"

Mike looked at me in a way that made me a little uncomfortable before saying "It was absolutely no problem. Anything for a pretty girl" He smiled.

Hmm. This was new. Though cute, I was not interested. Was he? I hate social situations. Truly, I do.

"Right. Umm. I gotta go. I haven't even gotten my schedule from the office yet. It was really nice meeting all of you." I stammered in a rushed voice. Trying to get out of there before I became even more uncomfortable. "Thanks again" I called behind me as I rushed to the office to check in and pick up my schedule.

I can't believe I am late on the first day.

I jogged to the building marked, Main Office, only tripping over my feet once. I quietly opened the glass door. It was silent in the office and only two women were in the room. A petite woman with a unflattering short haircut was working on a computer and a heavyset woman with dyed red hair, reading a romance novel was behind the main desk. She didn't seem to notice I walked in the building. She was devouring her book rapidly.

I went to interrupt her reading, but was caught off guard by a man walking into the building. He couldn't have been a student, right? He was huge. Easily 6'5 and 250 pounds.

He had dark brown curly hair, pale skin, and dark eyes. He was pretty damn attractive. Well, he knocked Mike Newton down a few notches.

He quickly walked up to the main desk grabbed a form, before turning around and leaving the building again. He never made eye contact with anyone, or acknowledged the other people in the room.

He did interrupt the woman behind the desk reading though. She finally noticed me, and gave me a big welcoming smile. Or at least, thats what I think she was trying to do.

"Hi, dear, how can I help you?" She looked at me, waiting.

"I'm Isabella Swan. Today is my first day. I'm hear to pick up my schedule" I was kind of nervous.

"Oh, Chief Swan's little girl. We are so happy you're hear! I'm Mrs. Cope. You are late. Class started about ten minutes ago. Is everything alright?" Her whole sentence was rushed.

Hopefully I wouldn't get into trouble. Detention on the first day would just bring this catastrophe to a wonderful finish. "I'm sorry. My trucked broke down in the parking lot. Some of the boys from school were helping me move it into one of the spaces.. It took some time."

"It's not a problem. Do you need me to call your dad, to let him know you need a ride? Or I can call someone to fix the car." She smiled.

Helpful town, huh?

"No, No. Thats fine. I'll call Char... my dad, after school. It's not a problem." I was ready to get to class. I was already late. I was not looking forward to walking into a full classroom and having everyone staring at me. In fact, it was my idea of hell.

"Alright. Here is your schedule. Your first class is English literature, with Mr. Mason. In the English Building. It shouldn't be too hard to find. Here is a form that you need all of your teachers to sign. It needs to be returned by the end of the day, to me. Sound good?" She asked with a wide smile.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Cope" I said sincerely

"You're welcome, dear. Now have a wonderful first day, Isabella." As I walked out Mrs. Cope was returning to her trashy novel.

My palms were starting to sweat, and my heart was beating painfully fast. All this, over walking into a classroom with fellow peers. Not a big deal.

So why was I almost shaking?

It was drizzling and cloudy, as usual, as I walked towards the small building. The building had, English Wing, on a sign in front of the building. It was easy to find, like Mrs. Cope said. I nervously pulled the door open and went to the right classroom.

I could see an older man, with thinning grey hair, and glasses handing out a packet to the students. I pulled the door open as quietly as possible and walked into the classroom. The teacher heard me enter and turned around.

"...and you are?" he asked in a bored, yet annoyed tone.

Good first impressions all around. Walking into your AP English Literature class fifteen minutes late on the first day.

I nervously answered. "Isabella Swan. Today is my first day." I explained and handed him my late note, along with the form for him to sign.

"No excuses. Don't be late again. Grab an empty seat." Mr. Mason commanded.

I rushed to an empty seat in the back. It was an AP course, so there were only 14 other students in the room. Most of which were staring at me or smirking at the new girl getting in trouble.

Well, I guess English is no longer my favorite subject.

I rushed to the seat in the back and in my hast I tripped on the leg of the chair in front of mine. I slammed into the person sitting in front of me, thankfully missing the floor.

Ouch. That hurt. I must had hit my shoulder on her head. It was throbbing.

The class was laughing. Mostly quietly, but some were being obnoxious and obvious in mocking me. The girl I fell into wasn't laughing. I hope I didn't piss her off. This day could not get any worse.

While I turned a lovely shade of purple I tried to apologize. " I am so, so sorry." I whispered urgently. "I am just really nervous, and clumsy. Are you okay/" I stammered

"It's not a problem." She laughed lightly. "don't worry about it."

When I finally looked down at here, I was shocked.

Woah. Talk about beautiful.

She was tiny. I mean REALLY tiny. I'm shocked I didn't cause her permanent damage. I am pretty small myself, at 5'2, but this girl was lucky if she was 5' even. Her face was a vision of perfection. She had jet black, short, spiky hair. It looked styled and messy all at the same time. Her eyes were a piercing brown...no, not brown. Some kind of gold, with yellow and brown specks thrown in. She had no blemishes. Her skin was perfectly smooth and as white as a ghost. She looked inhuman.

It finally hit me. She reminded me of the gorgeous guy from the main office! Maybe they were related? Although he was well over a foot taller than her. Both of them were perfect in there own way, but had similar features.

Shy Isabella smiled at her, feeling, maybe, a little intimidated. "I am really so..." I was about to apologize again when Mr. Mason interrupted me mid-sentence.

"Miss Swan, if you are done interrupting my class I would appreciate you taking your seat, now." He had a sneer on his face "of course, if it isn't too much to ask."

I turned bright red, while I was laughed at again. Today was so fucking perfect already. I shut up and sit down.

I quietly muttered to myself, "Let's see if I can piss off the entire population of Forks High by the end of the day."

I swear I heard Miss. Beautifully Perfect giggle in front of me. Guess I wasn't that quiet.

"Class open your books to page 34, where will begin to discuss the works of Shakespeare." Mr. Mason droned on.

How one of my favorite subjects could be ruined by a teacher with little to no personality was beyond me.

Today was really starting out so badly. I wondered if it could quite possibly get any worse.

English was finally over. The bell rang and every one rushed out discussing plans for after school. The girl I fell into was the first to rush out of class.

My next class was was pre-calculus. Math was not my subject. I was rushing to the math building when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around turned around and saw Mike rushing to keep up with me. I didn't want to be late for another class.

"Hey Mike, what's up" I said while still walking towards the math building.

"Hey, Izzy," Mike said "I just wanted to know what class you were headed to.

I guess Izzy was sticking. Ugh. I hated that name. I should correct him. I really should. I didn't want to make him upset though. He was the only person I had really spoken to so far today. I didn't want to ruin it.

"I have pre-cal next. With Miss. Barns" I grimaced

"No way, me too!" He pulled my schedule out of my hands and looked through my classes.

Okay, thanks for asking.

"Oh, we have lunch and Biology together too! Awesome. You can sit with my friends and me at lunch. Maybe I can get Ben to trade seats so we can sit together in Biology too!" He beamed.

"oh, uh, maybe. I don't know." I was fumbling. This was too much, too soon. I didn't know how to handle pushy men. Obviously. I wanted to be his friend, though.

We were almost to the door of the building when he turned to me and looked me up and down. "I really like what you're wearing, it looks really nice."

Now, this sounds like a nice complement. The way he said it made me feel uncomfortable, though. Again, with the creepy.

Was he kidding? Making fun of me? I had on skinny jeans, beat up chucks, a blue t-shirt, and a black zip up hoodie. Hardly run-way material. Hardly feminine, even.

"uh-huh. um, thanks. I think." I was reaching for something to say.

"Isabella, I hope we can be really good friends. I like you." He beamed at me. "Let's get to math" He opened the door for me, and we headed in to the class. I said nothing in response to being, really good friends. I had nothing to say.

We entered the class on time and I had Miss. Barns sign my form.

Mike ushered me towards an open seat, sitting on my right side. On my left was a taller girl, was light hair and light eyes. She wore glasses and smiled at me as I sat down.

"Hi, I'm Angela. You're Isabella, right?" She was sincerely asking.

"Yeah, hi." I smiled genuinely up at her.

She seemed like a nice girl. You know when you can just tell? I could tell.

"I see Mike Newton has hooked his fangs into you already." She smirked. "Just be careful. I've heard rumors. He's not so nice if he doesn't get his way, especially in his relationships." I don't think she was joking. That kind of scares me.

"Oh. Really? Well, I am not looking for a relationship. We are just becoming friends." I said. I was a little worried now. I was a little weary of the creepy way he was making us "Best Friends" before we knew each other a day. I did not need a stalker. Mike Newton wasn't quite hot enough to be my stalker.

"Just be careful. I don't know anything for sure, but I wanted to warn you of what has been heard." she finished.

"Thanks. Good to know"

"Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking." Class hadn't started yet, and we had a few minutes to chat.

"Yeah, Iz, where are you from?" Mike interjected leaning into me on my desk, smiling down at me.

I think I had reached my 'Mike Newton' daily tolerance. I was going to have to work to get out of this friendship he seems to think we have. I hated confrontation, but I was losing my patience. I was nervous about Angela's information, and he was pushy. No friendship was worth being jumpy all the time.

"Phoenix"

"Oh, well, why are you so pale. You look like a ghost." Mike smirked.

I laughed, with no humor. "Guess I'm not normal. Poor me."

I turned back to Angela. "It must have been nice to have all that sun and warmth. I would hate to move from there to this dreary place." Angela gave me a sad half smile.

I explained as best I could. Not really interested in bringing up the past. "Well, I am glad I got to leave Phoenix. I actually like the colder weather. Suits me. I was done with the Phoenix weather." and some other things in Phoenix.

"Well, I'm glad you are here, I could always use another friend." I think I really would like Angela.

"I could use a friend too, if your offering." then I leaned closer and whispered, "Especially if you can get me away from Mike." I smirked.

Angela laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Good luck with that." she snorted softly

Miss. Barns was about to begin class so we turned forward as she handed out the class syllabus for the year.

Angela and I walked out of math as the bell rang discussing our classes and lunch. Fortunately she sat at Mike's table, so I could manage to sit with Angela and still keep Mike relatively happy.

"Bye, Ang, I'll see you at lunch!" I said somewhat happily. One good friend is better than a table full of Newtons.

"Definitely Isabella" she smiled. She headed to her English class while I headed to history.

History was typical and boring. A girl named Jessica was in my class. She introduced herself as Mike's "good" friend...she actually put it in hand quotes. I'm not kidding. I think she was pissing on her territory. If only she new I would pay her to take him. Really, I had a twenty in my back pocket that had her name on it.

After history was my Creative Writing class, which was an elective. I was actually excited about it! My teacher, Mr. Smithson, was pretty cool.

Our first assignment was listening to classical music while writing about whatever came to mind, for the first fifteen minutes of class. I decided to write about the dark. Weird choice? It is interesting, what you come up with when you let your mind wander.

I finally finished up my morning classes by heading to French class. It was what I took in Phoenix. It seemed like the easiest answer. Unfortunately I still couldn't string a sentence together. Memorization got my B's in this class, not knowledge. Hey, whatever works, right?

I headed to the cafeteria for lunch, becoming rather nervous about walking into a room filled with people. People who would stare at me and laugh at me, were I to fall on my ass in the middle of the cafeteria.

Let's be real, it is a strong possibility.

Don't laugh at me. Feel pity.

I pulled the doors open and saw the tables mostly filled already. A small group looked up and stared at me, but thankfully most didn't notice.

I headed to the lunch line to grab some food. I was starving. I grabbed a grilled chicken breast, fries, and a pink lemonade. It was the best they had to offer, unless I wanted sloppy Joe's. Gross.

As I turned around I heard my name, or at least my apparent nickname, being practically screamed across the cafeteria.

"Izzy! Over here!" Mike. Ugh. I just had to run into him this morning. I couldn't run into someone slightly less...interested?

I rolled my eyes and groaned quietly. I heard a snicker and looked to my left. It was Miss. Beautiful from English Lit. She was giggling at me again, I think. She was on line grabbing her lunch. I saw her head over to a table with Mr. Hot from this morning. I KNEW IT! They must be related. There were another two people at the table but I didn't get a good look at them. I decided to ignore it and turned to where Mike was sitting, putting a small smile on my face.

Thankfully Angela was there and she grabbed the seat next to the one Mike had saved for me. I would be in between the two of them. Thank God. I don't think I could deal with Mike for an hour without Angela as a buffer.

I finally made my way over to their table and gave a tentative smile. There were a lot of people at this table. I recognized one or two from the day. Jessica, I think her name was, and the boys who helped me with my car this morning, Conor and Tyler. I smiled at them all.

Mike interrupted my rundown of classmates. "Isabella, this is Lauren. You know Conor and Tyler. That's Jess. Over on the other side is Eric and Adam. Of course you know Angela, and me. Your new good friend." His smile was scaring me. It was too big. It was also somewhat of a leer.

I hope Angela's words were what was making me uneasy. I was starting to annoy myself with the worrying.

"Hi everyone." I smiled at them, as I answered quietly.

We continued to eat our lunch while they asked me the same mundane questions every new kid is asked. They were all okay. Jessica seemed nice but put off by Mike's intrigue with me. Lauren apparently hated me with a deep yearning passion to set me on fire with her evil ice blue eyes. I don't know why. I said all of three words to her.

Other than that lunch was going relatively well.

About ten minutes into lunch the door from the hall opened and Jessica looked up, immediately turning to a dazed look in her eyes. I followed her gaze.

Holy hotter than Brad Pitt in 'Fight Club'!