I do not claim to own any of the content in Twilight saga. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I only claim to own my OC's.

I'm from England, so sorry if my knowledge of American high schools isn't very good. I shall try :)

The first day back of the new year was just the same as always. The quiet air that had surrounded the school for the duration of the summer was suddenly penetrated by the sounds of car engines and squealing girls rushing to hug one and other. The jocks laughed raucously as they made their first vulgar joke of the year, and the cheerleaders hurried to the bathroom for a quick touch up before it was time for registration. But just when everybody was thinking that this year would be no different from the rest, a shiny new car arrived in the parking lot.

It was a Volvo, silver with not a scratch. And out of it came a teenage boy. He was beautiful, with a perfect disarray of tousled bronze hair and sparkling green eyes. Everyone within a three car radius stopped what they were doing to stare at this new God. He ignored them as he tossed his bag over his shoulder, slammed his car door shut, and made his way over to the grass. He sat under a tree, dimmed slightly by the shade.

"Who's that?" Said Evie Sinclair, narrowing her eyes and primping her dark hair.

"I've never seen him before" Replied Rosalie Hale, not looking even half interested as she glanced over at the new guy. He was handsome, she couldn't deny that, but he held little interest to her. Instead of gushing over him, like she knew Evie wanted to, Rosalie dug around in the trunk of her car and found her jumper. It was blue, emblazoned with a white 'F' for Forks High School. All of the cheerleaders wore them.

"I thought you and Mitch broke up over the summer?" Evie said, watching her.

"We did" Said the blonde beauty, not an inkling of hurt or sadness in her tone.

"So, this is your chance to get back on track!" Evie grinned, jerking her finger towards the newcomer.

"Oh please, Evie" Rosalie said, rolling her eyes, "We don't even know the guy yet. Besides, I already have my eye on someone". Evie's eyes went as large as saucers.

"Really? You didn't tell me! Who?" She demanded to know. Evie was Rosalie's best friend, but Rosalie had come to learn that she couldn't always trust her. Evie had a reputation for spreading other peoples secrets.

"I'm not saying. You should find out, soon" Rosalie said, enjoying the look of disappointment on Evie's face.

"Well, if you're not going to go over, then I will" Evie said, whipping a tube of lip gloss out of her pocket and spreading some along her lips.

Rosalie laughed softly, and leaned against her car, watching with great amusement as Evie made her way over to the boy sat under the tree. He had gotten a book out of his satchel, and was flipping through it. Evie stood a little away, staring at him, but he made no movement of recognition. Evie coughed, and still, he ignored her. Finally, she walked straight up to him, her shadow falling over the book. The boy looked up, his face annoyed.

"Can I help you?" He asked, his voice like velvet. His tone was one of forced politeness.

"I'm Evie" Evie told him. The boy nodded, and went back to his book. Evie suppressed a sigh, "Who are you?" She asked.

"Edward Masen" He looked up again, "Would you like to interrogate me further, or am I allowed to move along?" He said.

"Ugh!" Evie shook her head and stomped back over to her car. Rosalie laughed again.

"Yep, I can defiantly see you two going to prom together" She teased.

"Oh shut up!" Evie snapped.

The bell rang, and the car park filled with the sound of groaning as everyone realised where they were again, and knew they had to return to the labour of school work for yet another year. Rosalie watched Edward stalk off towards home room alone. She was curious about him. He was... different. Just then, something pinched her arm. Rosalie turned around in a flash, and saw Emmett McCarty, the captain of almost every sports team in the school, walking away with a chuckle. In the wrong direction. Usually, Rosalie would have chased after a guy if they'd done that to her, and let rip. But no, this was Emmett, and Rosalie didn't mind; he was the secret she was keeping from Evie. It wasn't his status in the school that had made Rosalie fall for him, it would have been cliched. No, what Rosalie loved about Emmett was his curly hair and dimples. But his baby face was toughened by his huge frame. A lot of girls were swooning over him, but, vainly, Rosalie had thought she had a better chance than all of them put together. And now, she was almost sure of it.

"Hurry up, Rose!" Evie yelled from across the court yard.

Rosalie sped up her pace, and a moment later found herself sat in her usual centre seat, in one of the English classrooms. A pile of forms were dropped onto each student's desk, which they had to fill in. They were mostly questionnaires about their summer, the new cafeteria menu and prices, and flyer's advertising new clubs and auditions. Everybody seemed to ignore them though, and instead continued their discussions from outside.

The bell rang again, and Rosalie left the room glowing with compliments about her new hairstyle. She was the most beautiful girl in the school, and she full well knew it. She was extremely vain too, but nobody could blame her. Rosalie looked down at her time table, and saw that she had Spanish class first. Sighing, she tucked her time table away and started to climb the stairs to the third storey. The halls were filled with yells and pushing students, but they all made way for Rosalie, making apologies. As the head cheerleader, she was popular throughout the school. High school was her kingdom, and Rosalie loved it.

Only one other person was stood outside the Spanish room, waiting; Mary Alice Brandon, though she preferred to be called Alice. She was known for being quite unusual, with a different outlook on things and a bossy, clever manner. She also had the best wardrobe Rosalie had ever seen. People liked Alice, but she wasn't hugely popular. She could table hop at lunch without people minding, but that was about as far as her popularity stretched. Alice smiled at Rosalie as she made her approach.

"Hi, Rose. How was your summer?" She asked in her chiming voice.

"Oh, it was alright" Rosalie shrugged. She didn't feel as though she had to explain herself properly to the likes of Alice Brandon. But, as always, Alice knew everything already. She always knew things, people never managed to work out how. It was un-nerving.

"I heard you broke up with Mitch" Alice said, her voice a tone softer.

"And what of it?" Rosalie snapped.

Alice shrugged, "Nothing, I was just saying". Suddenly, her dark eyes lit up.

Rosalie turned to sew Jasper Whitlock making his way down the hall. He was tall, probably the tallest in the year. His honey blonde hair was swept across his forehead, his royal blue eyes were pulled into his usual glare. Jasper was quite an outcast, but he preferred it that way. People spoke to him, and he responded, but most of the time he wanted to be alone. He seemed angry a lot too, and kept his distance from people.

"Hi Jasper" Alice greeted, suddenly sounding breathless.

He nodded at her, and then looked at Rosalie, nodding at her too. And that was as far as his reply went. A moment later, a line had formed outside the classroom door. The teacher arrived, and they all filed inside. Their fresh new books were waiting for them on their allocated desks. Rosalie sat down, and wrote her name on the cover of her book. She settled down in her seat, and school had began.

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