Hello all! I know this story was published a long time ago, but since I have grown as a writer, I have decided to try and redo it because I feel like it is not up to standards as it should be. I'll try and keep as much of the story the same as I can. If you've already read it, read it again for my sake and drop a review so I know if it's worth it or not.

Thanks for reading and of course, I own nothing!


It was August 24th, and I was moving into my dorm. It was small, but I was lucky. I got my own room. I was looking forward to the heat of Charleston, the sun. The city was beautiful, seeped in history. The city always seemed to be alive, whether it be 2AM or 2 in the afternoon. There were always some people running around. I didn't mind the tourists either, they kept my taxes low and during the off season I figured it wouldn't be too much of a bother. Coming from Phoenix, the muggy heat of Charleston had me gasping for air the moment I walked off the plane. This was no longer the dry heat I was used to.

Finding a job in Charleston was the easiest part. I found a simple job as a hostess at Hyman's. The hours were flexible and weren't overly complicated which would help me stay focused on school.

School officially started on September 1st but I was eager to get everything unpacked. I plugged my Mac into the wall and set it on the cheap, made to look like wood desk set against one wall. I stood back against the door, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I almost wished I had a roommate to help me unpack, but it was too late now. After I had gotten my bed made and my clothes in the closet, I looked at the walls. They were a dull white, but I had brought some pictures of the forestry in Forks, where my dad lived, with me. The scenery in Forks was beautiful, but I hadn't been there since I was 14. It seemed like the population was about 20 people and it was bland. I regretted not seeing my dad as often as I should have but I just couldn't take myself away from my mom and the heat of Phoenix.

I was kind of awkward to get along with during my adolescent years. It was hard to go to Forks with Charlie and try to make conversation for two weeks. That's another reason I decided to move here for school. I need to grow into myself and although I was kind of forced to grow up fast because Renee, well, as much as I love her, she's kind of off the wall. She's more of a kid than I am. I'm thankful she found Phil, though. He seems to keep her in line.

I looked in the mirror and pulled the hair band from my hair. I redid the messy bun I had it in and wiped the mascara from under my eyes. It had taken longer than I thought it would to get everything settled, but I decided the day wasn't totally wasted so I dug some khaki shorts out of the dresser and a navy tank top and decided to do some sightseeing. Renee made me promise before she left that I would send her pictures weekly, if not daily.

Grabbing a towel, I headed down to the community bathroom. I showered in relative peace since no one was here. It felt good to be on my own, in a new city where no one knew me and I could start all over. I finished getting ready, grabbed my camera and walked out the door. I didn't even bother with a map, my mom always told me that the best way to get to know a city was to get lost in it.

I walked down Sorority Row first, taking pictures of the beautiful, old majestic houses. I laughed a little at the large Greek letters, nailed to the oddly colored houses. Some of the letters were crooked and others were well on their way to falling on the ground. I secretly desired to be a part of these "elite groups." I laughed at myself and kept walking. I saw the building that housed science and mathematics. I felt like a tourist in my own city. Well, in a way, I was.

One thing I didn't thing about when choosing to attend the College of Charleston was the treacherous sidewalks. They tilted to the side, they randomly had holes right when you were walking. As I looked up from the terrifying sight of an uneven sidewalk, I spotted one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen in my eighteen years of life. Silently creeping behind my sunglasses and not looking where I was going, I tripped. Right there, in front of that beautiful man walking toward me. Luckily the only thing that was hurt was my self-esteem and as I was getting up and regaining my dignity I heard someone getting closer. Damn.

"Hi," he laughed, "I saw you fall over there. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Thanks." I continued to brush the dirt from my knees.

"Tourist or student?" he asked.

"Student, but I guess kind of both. I just moved from Arizona. And apparently, I'm not used to old sidewalks." I cringed at my awkwardness. I hoped one of the holes in the sidewalk would grow a foot or two and swallow me whole.

"Oh, well. You should definitely be more careful. You wouldn't want to get injured before classes even started."

"No, I guess not." I ran my hand through my hair, hoping I didn't look too stupid. "Thanks for laughing, by the way." I half smiled.

"I'm sorry. It's just not every day you see a pretty girl trip on Sorority Row-unless you know, you come down here at night and they're all drunk."

It took me a minute to regain my thoughts. This guy? Calling me pretty? I tried to laugh, but it came out more like a nervous giggle. This guy was tall, about 6'3'' and had honey colored hair. It was perfectly wavy and messy. I just wanted to run my fingers through it, but I kept my fingers thoroughly wrapped around my camera to keep from doing anything stupid. His eyes were the lightest gray and I felt like I could get lost in them. Cheesy, I know. He had on a white v neck shirt with navy shorts and flip-flops. He had the most adorable voice, just southern enough not to be annoying.

"I bet. Do you go here, too?"

"Yeah. I'm a freshman, but I really should be a sophomore. I started last year but I didn't put any effort into it and quit by October. I gained some sense over the year and decided to try again."

I nodded. I couldn't think of anything else to say. "Yeah. So I hear this is a party school, I'm assuming with what you just said about the sorority that that rumor is correct?"

"Not if you hang out with the right people. Like me." He smiled a huge grin and I couldn't keep from laughing.

"Right. I'll keep that in mind." I tapped my temple as if to show I was making a mental note of what he just said.

"Please do. But hey, I'm running late so I've got to go, but before I do, can I catch your name?"

"It's Bella." I smiled brightly. "What's yours?"

"Jasper. Jasper Hale. This is a huge campus, but I'll make sure you find you again."

"Got it. I'll be on the lookout." I bit my lip, an annoying habit I had gained throughout the years. He smiled and walked by. I turned around and watched him walk down the sidewalk. And just when I felt like I creep for watching him go, he turned around and winked. I blushed instantly and hurried down the sidewalk, making sure not to trip anymore. I continued on my walk, heading toward The Battery and the river. I walked down Tradd St. and turned left to get onto South Battery. I hurried onto the raised sidewalk, looking out onto the conjunction of the Ashley and Cooper Rivers.

The sun was low in the sky and it made a beautiful picture. I snapped a few and turned around to take a few of the beautiful houses along the river. I walked back up the sidewalk, coming to the park. I climbed the stone steps to the road and ran across, being extra careful not to trip in the middle of a busy street. The park was surrounded by model cannons from the Civil War and statues of important people from Charleston. I turned and I could see Fort Sumter in the distance. I smiled at my new surroundings. I snapped more pictures to email home and decided it was time to head back. I had work in an hour and I didn't want to be late for my first day.

I walked back to my dorm, carefully settling my camera on the desk next to my Mac. Getting ready for work, I pulled the lime green Hyman's Crew t shirt and black shorts they required. I looked at myself one last time before I walked out of the dorm for the second time that day, down Wentworth Street and onto Meeting Street. As I stood outside, trying to get the large crowd settled, someone tapped me on the shoulder smiling as they walked by. I looked up, searching for who had tapped my shoulder, and found the same gray eyes from earlier. He smiled.

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