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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters you can recognize. Everything you don't, however, is ALL MINE! Back off! Lol.

A/N: Okay, I'm writing this story because I'm tired of all those stories in which Edward is a player and Bella is the one who doesn't like him. I wanted to switch things up!

And, yes, I know that the characters are extremely OoC. But, this is an AU story, so…

Chapter 1: You're so Vain

BPOV

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw myself in the mirror on my ceiling. God, I looked terrible!

I jumped out of bed and ran over to my floor length mirror. My eyes were all bloodshot and my hair was sticking up at every angle. There was not a moment to lose.

I ran into the bathroom to complete my daily beauty routine.

It included showering with a tiger lily body wash, shampooing my hair with a specialty shampoo, as well as conditioning with another one.

Also, applying concealer, foundation, smoke signal gray eye shadow, midnight mascara, deep wood eye liner, and pucker me up pink lip stain.

To top it all off, I added a mysterious unnamed lip gloss my mother had given me for Christmas.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I sighed. Something was missing.

It was my hair. Although my hair was in the dreams of many of the boys at school, I was getting tires of its constant wavy-ness. I rifled through my cabinets and found my flat iron.

After 20 minutes of pulling the device through my hair, I was satisfied. It was now pin straight.

I put on the mandatory uniform for Winston.

It was a rich navy blue and powder blue plaid pleated skirt, and a crisp, white blouse under a navy sweater with the Winston symbol in the upper left-hand corner.

It looked perfect with my new smoky eyes and straight hair.

Those boys would drop dead.

I grabbed my white leather messenger bag, my car keys, and my phone, and flounced out the door.

Down in the common room, I met up with the rest of my posse. My two right hand girls, Jessica and Lauren, rushed up to me and gushed over my new look.

We chatted over our breakfast, a half a grapefruit for each of us.

"Well, I've got some fabulous new gossip." said Lauren casually.

We assumed our "gossip position", which was basically leaning in towards each other.

"What?" I whispered, annoyed that she hadn't brought it up earlier.

"Well, I heard from one of my sources that Alice Cullen's twin brother is coming to Winston to finish out his senior year." She explained.

Alice Cullen has a brother? I thought.

Alice Cullen was almost as gorgeous as I am, along with her best friend, Rosalie Hale. They could easily be in my crowd, but they weirdly chose not to.

I snuck a peek over at the table they sat at, eating a breakfast of eggs, sausage, grapefruit slices, and orange juice. My stomach grumbled just looking at it.

How I wished that I could be as easy and carefree as they are. They don't try hard at all, yet they have everything. Boys fantasizing about them, friends that really care for them, and teachers that love them, and steady boyfriends to boot.

They were perfect, and they didn't even know it.

"Bella?" asked a concerned Jessica.

"Yeah, like, are you even listening?" inquired Lauren.

"Um, yeah, go on." I responded. I would never tell my friends about what I really wanted. They would laugh at me and make fun of me, and then I'd be unpopular again. Again.

"So, anyways, his name is Edward, and he's supposed to be some sort of like, total hottie." concluded Lauren.

I stood up, and Jess and Lauren followed me. "Thanks for the low down, Laur. I'll keep a lookout for him. Hopefully, he'll be nothing like his sister, and realize his potential here."

They looked at me quizzically.

"Huh?" asked Lauren.

"What does, like, potential mean?" Jess cocked her head.

Oops. I forgot to hide my intellect.

"Oh, I don't know. I heard it on the OC last night." I caught myself.

They relaxed. I wasn't some nerd that they shouldn't be talking to at all.

That was a close one.

EPOV

I parked my silver Volvo outside of the administration office. At least, that's what I thought it was. It looked like a small security station outside of palace.

Well, I guess it kind of was, in a way. Winston Academy was a huge, century-old building. It was more of a palace than a school.

I got out of the car and walked into the office. A middle aged woman was sitting at a single desk in the center of the room.

I walked up to her and kindly said, "Hi, I'm Edward Cullen, the new student here."

She looked up from her paperwork and looked into my eyes for a second. She stood up suddenly, knocking a stack of papers from her desk.

"Oh, dear me, I'm so clumsy. Just one moment, Mr. …" She trailed off.

Hadn't I just said my name? "Cullen" I said stiffly.

What was it with women. Whenever I talk to them, they seem to clam up and do something stupid. Is there something wrong with me or something?!

She picked up the papers and sat back down. She seemed to have gathered herself together, as she said, "Hello, Mr. Cullen. I'm Mrs. Rose. Welcome to Winston Academy."

She leafed through the papers on her desk, selecting a few that she handed to me.

"There you have your class schedule, a map of the school, and some pamphlets on the extra-curricular activities we offer. And this," she said, handing me a small manila envelope, "is your student ID card. Do not lose this, as it is your meal card, room key, and school debit card. I assume your parents have put some money in your account?"

"yes." I responded.

"Very well, then, you can go." She replied.

I turned on my heel and walked out of the room.

I glanced at the writing on the envelope.

It read:

Edward Cullen, Jasper Hale, Emmet McCarty

Room 17B, Floor 3

Brettman Hall

Roommates?

Oh, goody.