"Margarita for you, margarita for me." I pushed myself up on my elbows and took the drink from Angela, smiling my thanks.

"God I love Mexico. I could lay here in the sun for the rest of my life." She laughed at that but rolled her eyes. "Honestly. I could. This beach is the greatest place in the world." Just as the words left my mouth two beautiful men walked past us and we stared after them unabashedly.

"You may just be right." I looked over at her and her head was still twisted, watching them as one of them shoved the other one into an incoming wave. I covered my mouth, trying not to snicker but the attempt failed miserably and soon we were both laughing hysterically.

"See? Now aren't you glad I insisted on this trip? What better way is there to celebrate graduation than laying on a beach drinking margaritas, surrounded by men who look like that?" She grabbed her drink and held it up toward me.

"To your brilliant idea." A quick toast and a long drink and I settled back on my towel basking in the warmth from the sun and the sound of the ocean. I had just started to doze off when an annoying buzzing filled the air.

"Angela, turn off your phone. You're ruining it." She didn't answer me and I forced myself to open my eyes. For a second I was horribly confused. Where'd the striking blue sky go? And why was I shivering?

"SHIT!!" I wasn't on a beach in Mexico three years ago. Oh no. I was in a crappy little motel room on the most uncomfortable bed in the world, looking up at a ceiling with a rather disturbing orange stain that looked as if it had been there for some time. And the buzzing? That would be my alarm clock telling me it was ten thirty, that I had overslept, and that I had class in half an hour. My first day of classes, at the college I had just transferred to, which was twenty minutes away from this crappy little motel room. I flung myself out of the bed but my legs were tangled in the scratchy piece of fabric they claimed was a comforter and in true Bella style I fell, whacking my elbow on the bedside table and my head on the wall. Kicking wildly I managed to get my feet free and rushed to the tiny bathroom with the smallest shower I had ever seen in my life, rubbing my head as I went. The water was cold, and in my rush I got shampoo in my eyes and wondered briefly if blinding myself would be an acceptable excuse for missing the first day of classes. Somehow I doubted it.

Less than ten minutes later I was dressed in the first thing my hands had landed on and I was running out the door, my shoes and all the books I could find in one hand, my currently empty backpack in the other. Halfway down the hall I realized I had left my room key on the bathroom counter and I groaned, but I had my truck keys and I didn't have time to worry about it then. I would just have to deal with it after classes. Pushing the door to the parking lot open I saw that it was raining. Not just raining, but pouring.

"Perfect. Just perfect. Really, I don't think this day could get any better." I hadn't realized that the thirty year old loser that still lived with his parents who worked at the front desk was leaning against the wall to my left smoking, and he gave me a very odd look seeing as I was talking to myself. I glared at him and made a mad dash across the puddle laden pavement to my truck, soaking my jeans and covering my feet in mud. Juggling everything I was holding I managed to get the door unlocked and threw everything in my arms to the passenger seat before jumping up into the cab and slamming the door against the rain. Not that it mattered, I hadn't thought to put on a jacket and I was soaking wet.

The drive to campus was a blur, I pushed my old truck as hard as I dared, taking advantage of stoplights to shove everything into my bag and try to get the mud off of my feet before pulling on socks and shoving my feet into my shoes. I couldn't help but shudder at the feeling of the mud between my toes. Oh yes, it was going to be a just wonderful day.

By the time I reached the parking lot class had already started, and of course the only open spot was about as far from the building my class was in as humanly possible, and the rain hadn't let up at all. I got quite a lot of odd looks as I ran across campus, no longer caring about the puddles that were covering my jeans in mud. Three very long flights of stairs later I stopped outside the door of my classroom and opened it as quietly as I could. But being the wonderful day that it was it let out a loud squeak and a hundred sets of eyes turned to look at me. A few snickers were let out here and there and I realized I must look like a drowned rat.

"Nice of you to join us, kindly take a seat." I felt my face turning bright red as the professor went back to talking about the syllabus and I slid into an empty seat in the back row, cringing as I felt water dripping down my back from my hair. I quickly pulled out a notebook and a pen and started taking notes on what he was saying. Glancing around I saw that everybody else had a nicely typed up syllabus for the class but going and asking for one right now was the absolute last thing I was going to do.

Ten or so minutes passed and my face had finally gone back to its normal pale shade when I felt somebody slide into the seat next to me. For a moment a felt a flash of satisfaction that somebody had been later than me, but it faded when I realized that they had managed to sneak in without attracting the attention of the entire class.

"Did you fall in a lake or something?" I turned to glare at whoever had come in after me and found myself looking at a very large, very well defined shoulder. Blinking I looked up at his face and saw that he was very, very hot. And large. He was easily a head and shoulders taller than me. Of course the smirk and raised eyebrow ruined the whole effect for me and I turned back to my 

paper, ignoring him. He chuckled and leaned back in his chair, looking around the room. Trying to ignore him I was furiously writing down the description the professor was giving for the format of the tests. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand creeping toward my paper and he pushed the corner of my notebook, making the word I was writing end in a strange scribble.

"What?" I hissed at him, still refusing to look at him.

"Can I borrow a pen?" I flicked the one I was holding toward him and reached in my bag for another one for me. "Pink? You're going to make me write in pink?"

"Take it or leave it." The girl in the seat in front of us turned around to glare, but when her eyes landed on the mountain of a man sitting next to me she gave him a sly smile, which I assume he must have returned because she giggled and turned back to the front of the room, but immediately pulled her hair out of the ponytail it had been in and started running her fingers through it. I rolled my eyes at the back of her head and felt my neighbor shaking in silent laughter. Another minute passed his hand made its way back toward my notebook. This time I slid it further away from him but he ignored me and wrote 'hi' in the margin in very messy handwriting. I did my best to keep ignoring him but it must have been bugging him because he shoved my hand out of the way and quickly scrawled 'hello?'.

"What do you want?" I grumbled at him, starting to get really annoyed.

"Can I have some paper?" This time I turned to look at him in disbelief.

"You came to class with no pen and no paper? Are you kidding me?" He gave me a lopsided smile and shrugged his very large shoulders. I shook my head and flipped to the back of my notebook and ripped out a few pages and shoved them at him, hoping he would leave me alone then. The teacher had finished with the syllabus and had begun our first lecture, on the history of Shakespeare's life, and I thought he was taking notes just like I was. When a piece of paper folded like an envelope addressed to 'The girl sitting next to me who I think wants to kill me' was plopped on the page of notes I was taking. With a sigh I pushed it to the side and ignored it. I felt him leaning toward me and in a not so quite whisper he said,

"You have to open it."

"No, I don't. I have to take notes."

"It is a note. Ha! You have to take it." I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was pathetically pleased with himself for making that little connection. I continued to ignore the folded piece of paper and a minute later he leaned back over.

"You know I'm just going to bug you until you read it. I can be very annoying when I want to be."

"No, really?" At the sarcastic tone in my voice he simply pushed it back onto my notebook and with an exasperated sigh I opened it as quietly as I could. The girl in front of us, who had clearly been listening to every word he said half turned in her seat to glare at me, but this time I doubted it was because of the noise we were making. Flattening the folds out of the paper I saw that he had written 'Thanks for the paper on the first line, and the rest of the paper was taken up by a childish drawing of a lake and a figure I could only assume was me falling into it. Underneath it said "Really, did you fall in a lake? And where did you find a lake? Or was it just a really big puddle. You are quite small, a really big puddle could be like a lake to you. Well, maybe not a lake. But a pond. Did you fall in a puddle pond?" He had signed it 'Emmett'. I just sat there staring at it for a minute, wondering if this Emmett character was for real. He had actually spent the class period drawing a picture to make fun of my sopping appearance on MY paper with MY pen?

"You have to write me back. It's proper note etiquette." Turning to look at him I met his eyes and crumpled the paper in my hand before throwing it at his forehead. He burst out laughing and the professor cleared his throat, looking pointedly at us. I shrank down in my chair, feeling my cheeks turn bright red once again. He was still chuckling next to me, and I tried my best to take detailed notes for the last ten minutes of class, pretending like Emmett wasn't there. But just as the teacher was finishing and telling us our homework assignment he shoved the picture in front of me again with one change. He had colored the drawing Bella's cheeks bright pink. This time I started ripping the paper into little pieces and then shoved them all back in front of him, but not before ripping my pen out of his very large hand. The other students were starting to pack up their bags and I followed suite, hoping Emmet, who hadn't brought anything with him to class, would leave before I was finished. No such luck. The girl who had been sitting in front of us turned to him with a bright smile.

"Hey, I missed the reading assignment. What was it again?" He smiled back at her leaned forward, beckoning for her to do the same. Her bleached blond bangs fell into her eyes and she looked at him eagerly, obviously not caring in the least about the reading assignment.

"I'll let you in on a little secret." She giggled at that and whispered something I didn't catch in his ear. "I wasn't paying attention at all. I was trying to figure out where the nearest lake was." A look of confusion filled her face and he jerked his thumb toward me. "This one, however, has an incredibly ability to actually pay attention to the teacher despite my trying to entertain her. I'm sure she got the assignment." The girl flicked her eyes to me and glared yet again, before mumbling that she would just get it from her friend and stalking off. The moment she was out the door Emmet started laughing and I slapped his shoulder.

"That was just mean. She obviously wanted a… study partner. You could have at least been nice to her."

"I was nice. It's not my fault I'm very selective when it comes to my study partners." He raised his eyebrows at that and I rolled my eyes as I walked past him.

"I doubt that." I had been hoping to offend him into leaving me alone but he just laughed and followed me out of the room.

"So what's your name."

"Steve McQueen."

"Where's the other Magnificent Six?" If we hadn't been going down the stairs I would have stopped to look at him in surprise. He actually knew who Steve McQueen was?

"You think you're so clever don't you." I was in front of him but I could hear the smile in his voice when he replied with a simple 'yes.' When we reached the bottom floor I was relieved to see the rain had stopped, but the sky was still oppressively grey and held the promise of more rain later on. We hadn't gone more than five feet when he dramatically jumped in front of me and steered me around him.

"What are you doing?" This boy was really starting to bother me…

"There was a puddle. I didn't want you to fall into it, you're finally starting to dry off." It suddenly became very clear to me. He had a death wish. He was going to pester me and tease me until I finally snapped and killed him. Of course, killing him might prove to be a bit difficult. He was even taller than I had thought he was, and heavily muscled. Then again, since he clearly wanted to die maybe he would make it easy for me and bend down so I could reach his head more easily. My thoughts must have shown on my face because he burst out laughing again and I shoved past him. I only had a few more minutes until my next class started and I absolutely refused to be late again today. I tried to storm off but the toe of my shoe caught on the uneven sidewalk and I stumbled a bit, and I heard him laughing even more loudly behind me.

"Bye Steve!" I didn't look back at him. I completely ignored him, and for the first time he let me. As I hurried into the building I was heading for I decided that tomorrow I would get up extra early and sit somewhere in the middle of the Shakespeare classroom, that way he wouldn't be able to find me and bother me again.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. I took notes, kept my head down, and didn't attract the attention of any other professors. I also didn't talk to anybody else in any of 

my other classes. At one point I had ducked into the bathroom and was slightly horrified at the mess reflected at me in the mirror. My hair had never fully dried, and hung damp and frizzy in knots down my back. The green t-shirt I had put on had a pathetic picture of a dog on it, and my jeans were covered in mud up to my knees. My pale skin looked sallow and nearly transparent, my eyes were still red from the shampoo, and I had a nasty bruise already forming where I had hit my elbow trying to fight my way out of the bed.

When my last class had finally finished it was once again pouring, and I trudged dejectedly back to my truck, which looked very lonely in the far corner of the parking lot. Of course there were hundreds of open parking spots now. Figured. I was starving; I hadn't had a bite to eat all day and ended up spending nearly twenty bucks at Taco Bell. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to eat all of the food, but it had been so hard to decide what I wanted, so I had just ended up getting everything that looked good.

Sure enough I ended up throwing half of it away by the time I reached the motel, already feeling slightly nauseous from the massive amounts of grease I had just consumed. It had taken some convincing and pleading to get the guy who had heard me talking to myself this morning to give me the spare key to my room so I could get in, and he had made a point to remind me that I had to pay on every Friday. As I entered the tiny, dingy room I resolved to start looking for somewhere permanent to live as soon as I got on campus tomorrow.

After a couple of hours of reading various books for my classes and I changed into pajamas and cringed as I climbed into bed. It had not magically gotten more comfortable while I was at school. Even so, the day had been just miserable enough to exhaust me, and I fell deeply asleep within just a few minutes.

A/N: Well, here it is, my first Twilight Fanfic. I hope you guys liked it, I had a lot of fun writing it. Let me know what you thought! Oh, and also, I don't own anything you recognize.