Prisoner:

If there was one thing Kody hated more than the rain and snow, it was small towns. And it was just her luck that she was moving to a place with all three components. Dreading the move to Forks as if it were a bad omen, a certain blonde hair beauty may be able to pull Kody out of her funk.

Hello Everyone!

I've decided to try my hand at writing a Twilight fanfic. This idea has been mulling around in my head for a while now, and I've finally finished the first chapter ^.^

Warning: This story does involve female on female action and romance. To simply put it, this is a lesbian love story. So if that's not your kind of thing, or it goes against anything you believe, please leave now. Any comments that I think are rude will be deleted and you will be reported.

-I own nothing and no one except for Kody and her family (in my head, Kody is played by India Eisley).

-This chapter had no beta over look it, so I apologize for any mistakes.

-Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Rosalie Hale

"It's a pretty decent size."

Kody looked around the room, not seeing what her mother saw. It was simply a room with a bed, nothing more. It had to be one of the smallest rooms in the house compared to all the others. It was the size of a bathroom. In fact, Kody was positive the room was once an upstairs powder room.

It was small and cluttered, tucked away in the very back of the house. The long stretch hallway seemed to go on forever just to get to the door. Unknown best to Kody, the realtor had told her parents that it use to be a bathroom, but the old tenants had renovated the small space, replacing the tiles with a dark blue carpet and a neutral flora wallpaper. Kody hated flowers, she was allergic to basically all types, but she appreciated to the fact that she'd have her own space.

"It's sure something," she mused, sucking the top row of her teeth. "Reminds me of home."

Back in England, the small family of three had lived in a flat in Birmingham. The flat only had two bedrooms and the room that had once been her parents' home office had turned into Kody's room. It wasn't spacious; it was cramped and easily cluttered, but she made do. Although she would have liked a bigger room, she wasn't complaining. A shoebox was better than her room back in England.

"Well, look on the bright side," her mother said with a smile. "You get to decorate your room. I know you're going to love that."

Deborah Moon was eccentric and a bit mysterious to outsiders. She was beautiful, intelligent, optimistic, kind-hearted, caring, resourceful, happy-go-lucky, funny, supportive, selfless, cheerful, loving and motherly. She loved to tell jokes that were related to anything to anything going on in life, even if she was the only one laughing. She had given up life as a rising artist so she could raise Kody. She put her daughter, husband and paintings before anything else.

In addition to her mother's intellect, and despite her skinny build – whose body Kody had inherited – Deborah, or Debbie as she liked to be called, was a terrific athlete with a strong level of health and fitness.

Kody knew that besides her built and athleticism, she mainly got everything else from her father's side of the family. Debbie had frizzy red hair that was always up in a bun. She often wore a dress that she fell in love with at the thrift shop. Kody, on the other hand, was a brunette with wavy hair that she usually kept down. Unlike her mother's docile brown eyes, Kody had

grey eyes like a storm cloud. She inherited those eyes from her great-grandfather. She was leggy like her mother, but was pale as a ghost even though she had Argentine blood in her.

The mother and daughter could have passed for strangers, honestly.

"That's the only good thing about the move so far." Kody threw her bag on the old bed, listening to the creak that echoed around them. She'd definitely need a new bed, ASAP.

Debbie sighed as she watched her daughter walk around her new bedroom and examined it. Kody acted like something was going to jump out and bite her. "Give it a chance. Small towns are usually full of charm."

"And nosy people," Kody sang. She peered out the window and saw their next door neighbors. It was a man, who was around the same age as her parents, and a girl who was around Kody's age and pale like her, too, if not even more so which Kody thought was impossible. There also were two Native American males. One was older and in a wheelchair and the other was about Kody's age as well, if not younger.

They were huddled around a worn down truck. The pale girl hoped into the driver seat followed by the young Native American boy. The older men goofed off in the middle of the street. It was clear that they were good friends.

"You sound so much like your father." Debbie rolled her eyes. "I thought the two of you would like it here. Don't you English people like the cold and stuffy weather?"

Kody grimaced. She may have been born and raised in England, but her favorite place in the world was Argentina; her mother's birthplace. They had visited the country throughout the years to see distant relatives and Kody absolutely loved it there. The sun, the beaches, the nice weather and the endless activities could keep Kody entertained for years. She had never been a fan of the cold and the elements that came with it, and low and behold her family uprooted from England to move to one of the rainiest places in all of America – the Olympic Peninsula.

"You know I hate the cold, mum." And gossip, she added mentally. "And I hate small towns."

Debbie had grown up in Buenos Aires, Argentina's big, cosmopolitan capital. It was known for its European atmosphere, passionate tango and vibrant nightlife. And Birmingham was a major city in England's West Midlands region, with multiple Industrial Revolution-era landmarks that spoke to its history as a manufacturing powerhouse. It was also home to an extensive network of canals. So for all her life, Kody had been surrounded by major, bustling cities and moving to a small town that most people didn't know existed was going to take some getting used to.

Surrounded by the Olympic rainforest, Forks was considered to be an Oceanic Climate, but it also had the temperate rainforest climate which was what brought the high levels of rainfall that the town experienced. Even during the summer, when the city experienced a drying trend, the rain fall was sill abundant. Forks usually had an average of 212 days out of the year with a measurable amount of precipitation, most of which being rain. And being in a very rainy climate in a very small town was Kody's absolute nightmare.

"Hey, sweetheart, where is the box filled with the towels?" Eddie Moon came stumbling into the room, tripping over the boxes scattered around.

Everyone could see the resemblance between Kody and her father. Eddie was a good looking man, standing just an inch below six foot. He had brown hair that was normally spiked up in the front with freckles adorning his pale complexion. His eyes were a dark hazel coloring, almost appearing brown. He wore glasses a lot, only wearing contacts on special occasions. Debbie always said that Eddie looked adorable in his glasses because he looked like a nerd. She confessed that his British accent added to his charms as well. Eddie was a teacher, but he taught high school level theoretical physics. Kody's father was one of the best teachers in England and Forks High School was willing to pay him a great sum of money just to teach the subject at the school. It wasn't like her father was a big deal or anything; the man only had brunch with Stephen Hawking once a month.

Ok, he was kind of a big deal.

To Kody, however, all she saw was her nerdy father who she loved dearly.

"I think they're still in the truck," Debbie said as she moved to her daughter's side to peer out the window as well. "Look at that; two kids about your age! You should go make friends with them."

Kody wondered why she never got her mother's optimism. Debbie could always see the brighter side of life in any given situation.

"How about no?" Kody said sarcastically. She dodged her mother's hand that was aimed for the back of her head.

"That's the Chief of Police's daughter." Eddie rummaged through the boxes on the floor making sure Debbie hadn't misplaced the towels. "She just moved here as well. I don't think you'll like her."

"Edward," Debbie hissed. She wanted Kody to make as many friends as she possibly could and starting with the Chief's daughter didn't seem too bad.

Eddie was unaware of his wife's displeasure, though. "What? She's kind of reclusive and quiet. I thought she was going to have a heart attack when she greeted me."

"So she's dull," Kody mused as she squinted to see the girl better. "She certainly looks it."

"Ok, that's enough." Debbie closed the curtains to the window and pushed Kody away from it. "Finish unpacking, young lady, because you have an important day tomorrow."

Kody threw her head back and groaned. "Why can't you home school me?" She really didn't want to attend high school. She thought it'd be easier to have her mother teach her, although, in reality, Debbie would have Kody painting and drawing all day instead of cracking a book open. Not that Kody minded.

"Because school offers you the wonderful world of education that I cannot give to you."

Kody knew exactly where she got her smart mouth from, though. Her quick wit was something she had inherited from both her parents.

Eddie and Debbie began to make their way out of the room to finish unpacking downstairs, but before she closed the door, Debbie poked her head back in. "And I want you to be nice tomorrow, Kody. Make new friends, it's not like it's gonna kill you."

Kody flopped down on the old bed with a long sigh. The town in general might just kill her.

-Page Break-

Kody had skipped breakfast and drove straight to school. Her father had left early in the morning around five when she was still sleeping. Luckily, Kody's parents had saved up enough money to buy her, her own car. It was a cute Jeep Grand Cherokee in the color black and she loved it.

Finding the school wasn't difficult, though she had never been to it before. Like most things in Forks it was right off the highway. It didn't look like a school. It reminded Kody of the flats back in England. She had only stopped because of the sign that said Forks High School.

Kody parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading front office. The only other vehicle parked there was an old worn down truck. Her neighbor's truck. Kody had a feeling that the Chief's daughter was the goody-goody type and that included being on time.

Kody followed the signs that pointed to where the main office was, avoiding people's curious stares. The office was small; it gave off the feeling one would have in a doctor's office sitting room. It was warm inside due to the chilly weather. Kody could hear the old heating system coming to life. She knew her face was red from the cold and she greeted the warmth.

The very first desk, the one people saw when they entered the room, was manned by a large, red-headed woman wearing glasses. Her purple shirt made her stick out like a sore thumb.

The lady looked up from her book. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Dakota Moon." The spark of recognition lit up the woman's eyes. Kody suspected that everyone knew who she was by now.

"Of course." She dug through the mountainous piles of paper stacked on her desk. "I have your classes and a map of the school right here."

Just as was about to go over Kody's schedule and highlight the best routes to take, the door opened again and revealed another girl.

The woman smiled. "And you must be Isabella Swan."

So that was her name. It was pretty; Kody would give the girl that, but she had been right in her speculations - the girl was plain.

Isabella had a very pale complexion (paler than Kody) with long, straight, dark brown hair, a widow's peak, different chocolate brown eyes and a heart-shaped face with a wide forehead. Her eyes were large and widely spaced. Her nose was thin and her cheekbones were prominent. Her lips were a bit too full for her slim jaw line. Her eyebrows were darker than her hair and were straighter than they are arched.

Kody watched Isabella flush under the attention she was receiving and wondered how the girl was going to make it through the school year. To the people of Forks, especially to the boys, the two girls were new toys so that meant everyone was going to have their eyes on them.

"Yeah, that's me," Isabella said with a smile that looked more like a grimace. She looked at Kody and then at the lady before she looked down at her own outfit.

She had overdressed just a tab bit.

"Here you go." The lady handed Isabella her schedule and map, too. The lady finished highlighting the map and sent the two on their way with a pass to get signed by their teachers that they were to turn in at the end of the day.

The two girls left the office in silence and Isabella quickly went back to her truck to move it in the student parking lot. Kody didn't even bother herself to follow Isabella's lead. She knew she should have, but it was her first day not only at Forks High, but in America. There was a lot she was going to have to get use to so she figured people would give her a break for at least a good month.

Kody went back to her car to shrug off her winter jacket, leaving her in her favorite maroon colored hoodie. She locked her door when she saw a red Mercedes and shiny silver Volvo pull into the lot. It was quite out of character for the people of Forks and Kody was curious as to who owned the flashy, expensive cars. Before her curiosity could be satisfied, however, the first warning bell rang. Students scurried inside the building to get to class.

Kody sighed. Her feet felt like concrete as she followed the map. She had promised her parents that she wouldn't be late, or would at least try not to be. Her father was also her first period teacher so to avoid any embarrassment her father had up his sleeve, she quickly found her class.

Was everything in Forks small?

I'm going to become claustrophobic by the end of the day.

The classroom was small. The people in front of her made her stop as they hung up their coats. Kody slid past them, making her way to her father.

"How are you this morning?" He was trying to subtract some of Kody's tension.

"Ok," she said. She handed him the note.

He signed it. "You should smile, Kody."

"I didn't have coffee." Kody was a coffee addict, she would admit it. If she didn't have her coffee in the morning then she couldn't function and she wasn't very nice. She wasn't a morning person anyway.

Kody took the note from her father, glad that he didn't make her go through a silly introduction. She had a feeling he was taking pity on her. She sat in the back, all by herself. She buried herself into her comfortable hoodie and listened to her father go over the class syllabus. Out of everyone in the class, the two pale girls; the one with the poorly dyed platinum blonde hair and the brunette, looked like they didn't belong. Her father only taught AP and GT classes and they didn't fit the stereotypical appearance of someone who would take an advanced class.

Looking down at the syllabus, Kody found that she had already done papers and projects on it all: New connections between classical and quantum field theories,Attosecond time-resolved atomic reactions, String theory and integrable systems...it was fairly basic. And boring as hell. She knew that her old works were stashed away somewhere in one of the boxes. She was already going through arguments that her parents would have over it. Her mother would say it was using her resources and her father would call it cheating.

The bell rang thirty minutes later, surprising Kody at how loud it sounded. She failed to see a boy who was wearing a letterman jacket make his way down the aisle towards her.

"You're Dakota Moon, right?" He looked the dumb, jock type.

"Kody," she corrected him. Everyone turned to look at them.

"What's your next class?"

Kody noticed that people were still staring at them. She gave her father a look that clearly told him she wasn't amused. "Uh, English, with Reid, in building two."

She silently began to pray that he wasn't heading in the same direction.

"I'm going to building three! I can show you the way." He was way too excited. Then he added, "I'm Tyler by the way."

Kody forced a smile. "Thanks."

Tyler grabbed his jacket from the coat rack and Kody gave her father a goodbye hug. She didn't want to leave his side, but she had to. They made their way outside and the rain had really picked up. From the corner of her eye, Kody noticed Isabella being escorted to class by an Asian boy.

"This is different from England, huh?" Tyler asked as Kody pulled out her umbrella.

Kody shook her head. "Not really. It's usually raining about this time of year." The only difference was the temperature.

One never knew what the weather would be like from one day to the other in England. It could be sunny one day and rainy the next. England had a variable climate, changing from day to day so it was difficult to predict the weather. In general, England had warm summers and cool winters. The summers were cooler than those on the continent, but the winters were milder. July and August were the warmest months, but they were also the wettest.

"Does it rain a lot there?"

Had he never heard of England? Every American joked that the British were stuffy people.

"Only about 125 days out the year in the city I lived in, but the average for the entire UK is 133 days."

"Wow, but you look like you have something else in you." He stared at Kody's face, probably noticing her freckles she got from her mom. She could feel the climate frizz her hair slightly, something she also got from her mom. Debbie swore Kody came out the womb with an Afro.

"My mother's Argentinean."

Kody didn't like the look in his eyes. "That's cool."

The English department was right next to the cafeteria which made Kody's stomach growl when she caught a whiff of the food.

Tyler smiled at her. "Good luck. Maybe we'll have other classes together."

Kody nodded her head. "Maybe." She didn't sound as hopeful.

The rest of the morning passed by slowly. So far the only teacher Kody couldn't stand was Ms. Reid, her English teacher. She had been the only one to have Kody stand in front of the class and introduce herself as if she were in kindergarten again. Kody knew she wouldn't have liked Ms. Reid anyway; she hated English class and reading. Who even understood what the hell Shakespeare was saying?

By the time lunch rolled around, Kody had begun to memorize some faces, minus their names. So far, she only knew Tyler and her new friend Angela by name.

Angela was tall, standing at 6'1, with light brown hair with streaks of honey and gentle brown eyes. Angela had dark brown hair and wore glasses that framed her face nicely. Kody knew that Angela's tall height made her self-conscious, but Kody was determined to break Angela out of her shell.

Kody was escorted by Angela to the lunch room and introduced her to the people sitting at the table. Tyler was there, his arm thrown over a girl's chair, who introduced herself as Lauren. Then there were the brothers, Eric and Ben. The boy who had his eyes locked on Kody and Isabella was Mike Newtown and it was obvious that Jessica Stanley, who Kody knew she would not get along with, liked him. She even found out that Isabella preferred to be called Bella.

The nine bodies made due with the small table. Kody scooted her chair out, not liking the others brushing against her. As Jessica and Lauren rambled on about something, Kody watched as they turned to face her.

Oh, no.

Kody felt her body tense. Fight or flight was the question.

Just as Jessica opened her mouth, Bella interrupted her. "Who are they?"

Kody's eyes widened at the speed Jessica's head whipped around. The others at the table simply glanced, acting more nonchalant about it, but Kody could see the curiosity in their eyes. Following suit, Kody followed their line of direction.

They were extremely beautiful, Kody noted, but she didn't see the big deal. If one looked past their beauty, which was a hard thing to do, they were your average, everyday students. Kody decided that she liked them enough since they weren't gawking at her like she was some object.

The boyish one looked their way, making Bella, Jessica and everyone else at the table drop their eyes. Kody didn't, however. Her mother always said to look people in the eyes. It showed that you were confident and it was easier to tell what kind of person they were.

"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The tiny one is Alice Cullen," Jessica giggled in embarrassment as she explained who the supermodels were.

"They're very...nice looking." Kody tore her eyes away from the one named Edward and rolled her eyes at Bella's poorly conspicuous observation.

"Yes!" Jessica's nasal voice was starting to get on Kody's nerves. "And they're together, Alice and Jasper I mean. They live together, too." Her voice held conviction towards the oddly made siblings and Kody couldn't help but think it was the courtesy of living in a small town. Although, she had to admit that such a thing would've been scandalous back in England as well.

"Which ones are the Cullens?" Bella asked. "They don't look alike."

So no one in America has heard of how rainy England is and adoption.

"They're not." Jessica continued on with her gossiping. "Dr. Cullen is really young; he's in his twenties or early thirties or something. They're all adopted. The Hales are brother and sister, twins - the blondes - and they're foster children."

Kody looked back over at the table of the five supermodels. She hadn't gotten a good look at the Hales.

Jasper was tall and had honey blond hair that fell just above his collar. He was muscular, but lean, unlike his one brother. Like the others, he was pale and beautiful.

Rosalie looked like she could've been an actual supermodel for Victoria Secret. She had to be one of the most beautiful girls in the world. She was so astoundingly gorgeous, that it almost hurt to look at her; like the sun. She was tall and statuesque, with an elegant figure similar to a model's. She had long wavy blond hair that fell halfway down to the middle of her back that perfectly suited the golden/black eyes that she possessed.

Kody found herself staring at the blond beauty longer than she intended. She cursed herself, knowing she looked like a creep. She hoped no one saw her stare at Rosalie because the last thing she was needed were rumors going around that she was a lesbian. Kody could admire a beautiful girl, but she definitely was attracted to guys.

"I think Mrs. Cullen can't have any kids, though," Jessica added, as if the notion lessened the woman's kindness.

"I'm glad she decided to adopt then," Kody said, staring Jessica down. "It seemed like she wanted a big family. It's nice to see that she could still achieve her dream."

Jessica flushed, not knowing what to say back.

To Kody, Jessica was the type of person she'd like to run over with her car. She had never liked close minded, snide people.

Bella took pity on her, though, choosing to ignore Jessica's condescending tone. "Have they always lived in Forks?"

"No," Jessica said in a way that made it obvious Bella was supposed to know that, even if she was new. Kody certainly had put her in a bad mood. "They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."

Kody felt some relief that she and Bella weren't the only ones kids, but she couldn't help but feel like an even bigger outsider. Bella was the type to go along with anything her friends wanted to do as long as it wasn't illegal and Jessica had her claws in Bella already. It was obvious that the Cullens and Hales weren't looking to make a new friend anytime soon.

It was Kody against the world, like usual.

As Kody examined the siblings once more, the prettiest one, Rosalie Hale, looked up and held her gaze with curiosity and something else Kody couldn't place. Kody looked away swiftly, not liking the tight sensation she felt in the pit of her stomach.

"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" Bella asked. She was staring at one of them, too.

"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good looking enough for him." She sniffed, clearly upset that she had been turned down more than once.

Blimey, she's a beastly person, Kody thought, but then caught herself. I sound like a bloody git, thanks America.

Kody rolled her eyes and saw that Edward and Rosalie had turned to face the wall again, but both their cheeks were lifted, as if they were smiling, too.

The mix matched family of five left the cafeteria a few minutes before the bell rang. Kody noticed that they were all extremely graceful, even the big, burly one. Edward didn't look back at Bella, but Rosalie took one last glance at Kody before she followed behind her family.

And, of course, everyone at the table noticed.

"Um, that was weird." Jessica looked Kody up and down. "Why was Rosalie Hale looking at you?"

"How should I bloody know?" Kody's accents began to mix together with the hint of annoyance in her tone. "I'm not a damn mind reader."

Besides Angela, Tyler and Lauren, Kody was ignored for the rest of the lunch period. She didn't mind it at all, though. She wasn't much for gossiping in the first place. Kody was disappointed to learn that Angela had Biology II with Bella, but luckily Lauren had Economics with her.

The two walked to class, picking up conversation about the little things. Neither girl knew what to say, but they sure made each other laugh with their awkwardness. The black top tables only say two people and Lauren already had a partner. All the seats were taken actually, except for the one next to Rosalie Hale.

Kody got her slip signed by the teacher and made her way towards the only empty seat. Just as she sat down, Kody felt Rosalie staring at her. Meeting the blonde bombshell's pitch black eyes, Kody couldn't describe Rosalie's facial expression. Was it curiosity? Excitement, maybe? Along with...longing?

Kody shook her head; she had never been good at reading people. That was her mother's gift, who also claimed to be a medium who talked to the dead. Her mother was certainly a character.

"Hello," a soft, elegant feminine voice said.

Kody looked up, stunned that Rosalie was speaking to her. From what she gathered from Jessica, the Cullens and Hales didn't associate with anyone. The others at the table confirmed it, too.

She was sitting a little too close for comfort in Kody's opinion, but she didn't have the guts to tell her to move over some. If it had been anyone else she would have. Rosalie's chair was also turned towards her, thoroughly inspecting Kody. Her hair was now the color of her twin's due to the rain. She looked like a model ready to do a commercial for some feminine product. Her face was friendly and opened; her lips were graced with a smile. There was something about her eyes that screamed danger for some reason.

"My name is Rosalie Hale," she continued. "I just wanted to see how your first day was going. You're Kody Moon, right?"

How the hell did she know? Kody could've actually been Bella for all she knew.

Brushing it off as a lucky guess, Kody said, "Nice to meet you, Rosalie." Ok she couldn't brush it off. "Um, how'd you know who I was? There's another new girl, too."

At the mention of Bella, Rosalie's eyes seemed to darken more if that was even possible. She covered it up with a laugh. "Everyone's been waiting for you to arrive as well and you're the cuter new girl."

What. The. Fuck?

Did Rosalie Hale, the school's supposed bitch, just flirt with her? No, she had to be imaging things.

Kody could brush that off. "So, uh, why'd you call me Kody?"

"That is your name, isn't it?"

"It's a nickname," Kody explained. "My real names Dakota, but everyone just calls me Kody. And since I'm new, everyone's calls me by my real name."

"Oh." Rosalie looked down at the table. She let the topic drop.

For some reason, Kody couldn't stand the silence so she was thankful when the teacher – Mr. Vandals – started the lesson. And of course it had something to do with math and graphs, two things Kody sucked at. If it was up to Kody, she'd paint for the rest of her life, but the government required her to get a "proper" education. They were supposed to work with their parents, too, to find the real GDP and whatever else went along with the crap. He would be around to see how everyone was doing.

Instantly, everyone began to converse with their partner. Kody didn't miss the fact that some people had pulled out their notes to peek at them.

Kody looked down at the paper and felt an instant headache. "Do you know how to do any of this?"

Rosalie laughed and nodded her head. "It's actually pretty simple once you learn it. Here, I'll show you."

Without a warning, Rosalie dragged Kody's seat closer to her. Kody was surprised at Rosalie's straightforwardness, but she couldn't find it in herself to complain, which was odd. If her parents could see her they would definitely be worried that she was ill.

What kind of spell did this chick cast?

Rosalie either ignored Kody's shock stare, or she didn't notice. Either way, she continued on like she hadn't just manhandled Kody. "You have to find the base year. So, for example, if 1990 were chosen as the base year, then the real GDP for 1995 is calculated by taking the quantities of all goods and services purchased in 1995 and multiplying them by their 1990 prices."

Kody blinked. "I have no clue what you just said."

Rosalie smiled. And Kody couldn't help but wonder if everything about Rosalie was perfect and beautiful. "Just copy off of me until you feel comfortable."

Kody thanked whatever God was out there that she got paired with Rosalie. Everyone else seemed to have little to no clue as to how to do the drill and she doubted that she'd be able to copy off of them. Kody copied off of Rosalie's paper for the first five problems until she finally felt like she was getting the hang of it.

"Wait," she said. Rosalie paused and looked up at her. "I got this one."

Rosalie smirked. "Have at it, sweetheart."

Kody ignored the nickname and focused on the problem. She saw Rosalie's shoulders shake with laughter. It was probably because Kody's tongue was poking out of the corner of her mouth which only happened when she was concentrating.

"150?" Kody eyed the answer like it was a snake.

"You got it. See, I told you it was easy once you get the hang of it." Rosalie had the ability to make Kody blush like she was little kid again for getting praised. It brought a warm feeling inside Kody's chest.

"I want to do the next one." Kody was full of determination now.

The girls finished the remaining four problems easily. Kody was glad to be done and that she now understood the topic, but she hated the silence. She had thought about moving her seat back to give them space, but something told her Rosalie wouldn't like that and she didn't want to see the blonde upset.

Wait, hold up; when did I start having...feelings?

Mr. Vandals made his rounds and stopped at their table. "So, Rosalie, didn't you think to give Dakota a chance to figure out the problems?"

Kody knew she wouldn't like the name based off of three things: 1) He undermined her intelligence, 2) She didn't like the way he stared at Rosalie, and 3) He had scared her and made her drop her pencil.

"Kody," Rosalie automatically corrected with a slight sneer. "Actually figured out five of the answers."

Mr. Vandals looked at Kody; his expression was skeptical. "Have you taken this class before?"

Kody shrugged. "Only for a year."

Back in England, Kody had been in Key Stage 5, which was for people who were 17 and 18 years old (sometimes 19). At the start of the Advanced Level programme (Key Stage 5), nearly all pupils studied four subjects, and they were able to gain qualifications in those subjects at the end of the year. Those were known as Advanced Subsidiary Levels (AS Levels). Sometimes pupils were able to study five subjects, but that would depend on the different programme of each school. After AS Levels, pupils dropped one subject, which, in Kody's case had been Economics, and usually continued their second year of the course in three subjects to Advanced level also called A2 level. Universities use Advanced Levels as entry qualifications.

Kody had been barely getting by then so she doubted that the curriculum was any different in America.

Mr. Vandals didn't seem pleased. "Well, I guess it's a good thing you two are partners then." He mumbled something else as he walked away, continuing his rounds.

Kody reached down to grab her pencil, but delicate, pale fingers beat her to it. Kody looked at the pencil sitting between Rosalie's fingers and took it back. Their fingers brushed against each other's and Kody gasped. Rosalie's fingers were ice-cold, like she had dunked them in freezing cold water. The coldness didn't bother Kody at all, Rosalie had accidentally shocked her.

"Thanks." Kody forced a smile.

"You're welcome," Rosalie said. "What do you think of Forks so far?"

Kody suppressed an eye roll. "It's...damp, and wet, and cold."

"You don't like the cold," Rosalie observed. "It must be difficult to live here then."

Kody snorted. "You have no idea. My mom continues to be enthusiastic about it all. Forever the optimistic, that woman."

Rosalie tilted her head, looking at Kody with fascination. Kody damned Rosalie's face for being such a beautiful distraction.

"Did you have a choice?"

"What?"

"Did you have a choice in the move?"

Kody paused. No one had asked her that. "It was my decision to come."

"Why come here when you knew you'd be unhappy?" Rosalie's eyes were soft and full of questions.

"I'm an only child," Kody explained. "I had no relatives I could stay with back in England and I only go to Argentina during the summer. My best mate's parents offered to take me in, but I felt like I would be imposing. I would've missed my parents any road."

Rosalie looked confused. "Any road?"

Kody flushed. "It's the British version of anyway."

"I like it. And your accent is adorable."

"Thanks." Kody shifted in her seat, not knowing how to take the compliment. "So that's all. No impressive back story here."

"You're unhappy now, though," Rosalie pointed out.

Kody just laughed. "Well, that's life. We sacrifice our own happiness for others."

Rosalie grimaced. "Isn't that the truth?" She mumbled dryly to herself.

Before Kody could comment, Rosalie looked at her appraisingly. "You don't always have to suffer in silence."

"You should see me at home." Kody was more lively and fun to be around. At least, that's what she thought. "I'm not comfortable here. I don't know if I ever will be. America – it's not my home and although I don't say it or look like it, I'm home sick."

Rosalie seemed surprise by Kody's declaration of honesty. "Wow, I'm surprised. Not many people would admit that. You're like an open audio book."

Kody laughed. She ignored the look of adoration on Rosalie's face. "Tell that to my mother. She says I'm complicated to read."

"Oh, I mean, you're still hard to read, but not many are that honest." Rosalie flashed her a dazzling smile.

"You must be good at reading then."

Rosalie shrugged. "Reading people are more of my brothers' gifts." She appeared guarded then, but smiled despite herself. Like she just told an inside joke.

Mr. Vandals called for their attention and Kody was more than willing to listen to the asshole. It gave her time to think over what the hell had just happened. Why she had just told her boring story and spilled some of her guts to the beautiful stranger beside her, she would never know. It was like she had a case of what her mother would call word-diarrhea. She couldn't stop herself, something about Rosalie made Kody so comfortable and safe that she felt like she could trust the blonde with anything. There was also that odd pull she felt towards the blonde. It was like that pull one experienced when they had a crush on someone. Rosalie was beautiful, sure, and any guy or girl (whichever way Rosalie swung) would be lucky to have Rosalie on their arm; she seemed to have a nice personality, too. But Kody was straight as an arrow and she didn't like the pull she felt towards Rosalie.

A part of her wished that Rosalie was a bitch towards her. It would have made everything so much easier.

When the bell finally rang, Kody rushed as fast as she could from the room. She felt kind of bad for leaving Rosalie like that, but she had to get out of the room and far away from the blonde beauty.

Gym went by so slow for Kody. She did like volleyball, though. Jessica, Mike and Bella were in that class and all they did was talk about something Kody could care less for. Jessica, however, was hooked on the fact that Edward Cullen had acted so rudely towards Bella.

Kody didn't dare utter a word about her and Rosalie's conversation.

The rain had become mist by the time school ended. She got in her car and turned the heat on. Kody groaned when she saw how frizzed out her hair was. It would take about an hour to get it straight again and then a few minutes to curl it.

Something caught her eye in the rear view mirror. Rosalie was standing against the driver's door of the red Mercedes, just watching her. Kody raised an eyebrow, wondering why the blonde seemed so interested in her. It was just weird.

Kody reversed out of her parking space and headed home.

-Page Break-

Kody had decided to do her homework in the dining room since her room was still a mess. The desk was supposed to be up by the weekend. She had her laptop with her too, looking up the answers for questions she didn't understand. Her mother was supposed to be cooking dinner, but instead Debbie had decided to interrogate her daughter.

"Come on, Kody," she groaned. She was acting worse than a child. "How was your first day? Did you make any friends?"

Kody humored her mother. "It was ok. I did meet a few people I liked. The others, well, not so much."

"What's their name?"

"Angela, Tyler, Mike and Lauren." There was no way in hell she was going to mention Rosalie.

"Did you meet the Chief's daughter?"

Kody nodded her head and snorted. "She's a little..."

"Off?" Her mother suggested. "No, not off. She seems like an old soul."

That was just putting it nicely.

"I guess you could say that." Kody gave up with her economic homework.

"You don't like her," Debbie observed.

Kody gave her mother a look that simply said: What gave that away? "I don't know, she's just weird. A little too weird."

Debbie laughed. "Everyone's different." She gasped, remembering something. "Oh, I went to the hospital today to transfer our medical information and you'll never believe how handsome this doctor was."

Kody stifled her laughter. Her mother was devoted to her father, truly and madly in love with him, but Debbie always did like to admire other people. Kody was the same way. Debbie said it was the artist in them.

"Kody, when I say he was good looking, I mean he was drop dead gorgeous," her mother continued. "And his smile, good Lord his smile! I would've dropped my knickers right there if he had asked me to. He said his name was Carlisle Cullen."

Kody's smile flattened.

"Dr. Cullen is really young, he's in his twenties or early thirties or something."

Jessica had mentioned that the Cullens and Hales adoptive father was a doctor. And it was just her luck that her mother had met him.

"He's also our primary Doctor, too!"

Say what now?

Debbie continued to gush on about the doctor, not noticing her daughter's facial expression. "He also mentioned that his children are in high school, too. Did you meet any of them?"

Kody shook her head. "No, but I saw them at lunch. They're all good looking too."

"You'll have to say hello next time." Debbie's eyes held respect for the doctor and his family. "Adopting all those kids, now that's something. He and his wife sure are very special."

"Yeah, if they're anything like their kids then there really special," Kody deadpanned.

And of course, Debbie didn't notice Kody's blank expression when talking about the Cullens. She got up to go finish dinner and left Kody to continue on with her school work.

A message popped up on Kody's screen.

Hey, mate. How's it going in America?

Kody smiled when she saw Alicia's name. She typed back instantly.

Wonderful. I'm drinking beer and got a tan :)

That bad?

Its ok, nothing special about it. I hate the school system here and everyone stares at me like I'm some bloody exotic animal.

It'll get better! Something new will take their attention off of you. Don't try an act like you don't like it, though.

Kody grinned. She kind of did like the attention, not that she would tell anyone. Alicia just knew her well.

I miss you.

I miss you, too. It's boring here without you.

Kody read the message and felt nostalgia wash over her like a tidal wave. The hardest part about leaving England had been saying goodbye to Alicia. The two girls had been best friends since primary school. They even lived in the same flat, Alicia had lived above Kody. Alicia had begged and pleaded for Kody to consider moving in with her family, and it broke both girls' hearts when Kody refused. Life just wasn't the same without them being attached to the hip.

"Kody, Debbie?" Eddie called out, shutting the door behind him.

Looking down at the digital clock on her laptop, Kody saw that it was going on six at night. That meant it was going on eleven in England.

Shouldn't you be sleeping? She typed back to Alicia.

Sleep is for the weak ;)

Kody snorted. You'd sleep for week if you could.

Whatever :P that's rubbish and you know it.

Yeah, and I'm the president of the United States. Go to sleep, Allie.

Alright, alright, Miss. Bossy Pants.

I'm going to box your ears next time I see you.

"Hey, darling." Kody smiled up at her father when he kissed the top of your head. "Send Alicia our love, yeah?"

Debbie rounded the corner of the kitchen and greeted Eddie with a kiss. "How was your day?"

"Great," Eddie said with a smile. "The faculty was nice and all my classes went swimmingly. How about you?"

"I found this adorable arts and crafts shop in Port Angeles. They loved my paintings and said they'd love to buy them. Kody, you should show them yours some time." Back in England, Debbie made money by selling her paintings at cheap art galleries that helped amateurs and well skilled artist get their name out there. Many people bought Debbie's works of art. Every once in awhile Kody would join her mother and make a good amount, too.

"I will." And it was the truth. Kody loved selling her paintings almost as much as she loved admiring them herself.

"What's for dinner?" Eddie asked. The girls laughed when they heard his stomach growl.

"Empanadas and matambre," Debbie answered with a smile. "Your favorites."

Eddie loved matambre. He loved the roulade of flank steak and vegetables cut in thick slices and served cold. And Kody could eat the stuffed bread fried with fillings differing from province to province.

"Are you finished with your homework?" When Kody nodded her head, Debbie asked, "Could you clear the table please?"

"Sure thing."

Alicia had responded. You couldn't. You love me too much.

Whatever helps you sleep at night. I gotta eat dinner. Sleep well, mate. Love you!

Tell your parents I said hello. I love you, too!

Kody powered down her laptop and cleared off the table.

Debbie place the dinner on the table and Eddie sniffed the food as they passed the dishes around. "It smells good, darling."

"Thank you." Debbie beamed at her husband's appraisal. It was always the little things that made her parents smile. Kody loved that about them.

There was silence for a few minutes. Everyone was stuffing their face, glad to finally be getting a whole, nutritious meal. They all were still pretty jet lagged, but the food definitely helped.

"How was school, Kody?" Eddie asked his daughter finally. She had looked mean in the morning, which worried him.

Kody swallowed before she answered. "It was pretty good. I made a couple of friends."

"Is Rosalie Hale one of them?" Kody stiffened. "I have her last period and she said that you were very friendly."

Debbie looked over at her daughter. "You didn't mention that name. Who is she?"

Kody shrugged and looked down at her food. "Just some girl." She stuffed her mouth before her mother could ask her another question.

Debbie wasn't easily wavered, though. She turned to her husband then. "Who's Rosalie Hale?"

"She's one of the adoptive kids of the one doctor."

"Dr. Cullen?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"Kody!" Debbie looked over at her daughter with owlish eyes. "You said you didn't meet any of his children."

"I didn't really meet her," Kody explained. "She kind of just started talking."

Debbie looked at her daughter accusingly. "Well, I hope you were nice to her."

"She had to be," Eddie interjected. "Ms. Hale had nothing but good things to say about you. She seems like a sweet girl."

Kody's eye twitched. "Yeah, she's sweet"

A little too sweet, Kody thought. She still couldn't get over at how close Rosalie had been sitting. It creeped Kody out, not to mention the girl had been cold like a dead body.

"That's a good thing. Rosalie could be a good friend to have." Kody could hear the true meaning behind her mother's words. Debbie hoped Kody would find a friend as nice as Alicia was. That way Kody wouldn't be so lonely.

"She's a little different," Kody said. "They don't really seem to fit in."

Eddie nodded his head. "One of the teachers told me that they keep to themselves. They're very private and tight knit."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Debbie commented. "People should be lucky that the Cullens were willing to settle in such a small town. And to have someone like Dr. Cullen be a part of the hospital is a wonderful thing. The lady at the front desk told me he's a very gifted surgeon and kind hearted as well. She also said that his wife is like an angel. And they're a family; they're supposed to stick together. Most people don't have room to talk."

Kody knew her mother was right. She would be running around like a headless chicken if it wasn't for her parents, but she still couldn't shake the fact that there was something off about Rosalie and her family.

The family of three lapsed back into their peaceful conversation about work and what needed to be done on the weekend as they finished eating. Kody cleared the table as Debbie did the dishes. Eddie went to grade papers in the den, which was the only place in the house that was finished.

After putting the dishes away for her mother, Kody made her way upstairs, ready to make an attempt at her economics homework again. She had a feeling this was going to be an every night thing.

She gave up the second she looked at the sheet. She didn't even know why she thought she'd be able to get it all completed.

Kody slipped into bed after her shower and turned the lights off. The bed creaked and Kody fell asleep with two things on her mind.

One, get a new bed.

Two, stay away from Rosalie Hale.

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