AN: I hope you all enjoy this story. This idea just came to me and wouldn't leave me alone, so I decided to post it. :)

It's named after a line in the song, Haven't Met You Yet, by Michael Bublé.

Summary: Jasper Whitlock makes a bet with his friends regarding the new student Bella Swan. But, what Jasper doesn't know is Bella is trying to get past the tragedy that happened to her back in her hometown. AH

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight.


"Can you believe we won? First year state champs!" My friend Brittany yelled. I laughed as my friends and I all piled into Chelsea's blue BMW M3 convertible. Chelsea undid the top because it was nice out.

Living in Phoenix, Arizona was nice because of this. Even though it was November, it was now in the 80s. I had lived here practically my whole life. I would occasionally visit my dad where he lived in Forks, Washington, but I didn't particularly enjoy it. It was too wet and green in my opinion.

I was used to the dry triple digit heat of summer and the cool temperatures of winter here in Arizona. Not to mention I missed my friends terribly whenever I would stay there too long. It also rained too much in Forks for my taste. The only real times it rained in Arizona was mostly during monsoon season from July to September.

Brittany was practically vibrating in her seat from the excitement of the game. We had just witnessed the first year that our high school had made it to state and won! There would be a massive party at the quarterback, Tony's, house to celebrate and everyone would be there.

"I'm so excited for tonight! I have been in dire need of a good drink and Brit, you can finally make your move on Zack. I'm getting sick of you two constantly making goo goo eyes at one another and not doing anything about it," Sarah said exasperated.

Chelsea laughed as she pulled out of the parking spot. Chelsea, Becky and I all nodded in agreement to Sarah's statement. Brittany rolled her eyes at them but couldn't hold back her own giggle as well.

"What about you and Max?" Brittany asked Sarah in retaliation, with another giggle. "When are you going to 'make your move on him'," she used air quotes to imitate Sarah's words. "I swear, the way he looks at you he is going to jump your bones one of these days." Sarah ducked her head and blushed, while my other friends giggled at her obvious embarrassment.

I pulled a face. "Ew that's just gross Brit! Max is like a brother to me. Please don't put these images in my head!" The others laughed at my discomfort.

"What about you Bells? Any guy you're interested in?" Brittany asked me. I shook my head.

"Nah, I haven't met any guys that really stand out to me like that. I mean I've had my share of flings but nothing serious as you all already know."

"Hmm maybe tonight will change that for you," Becky supplied. I rolled my eyes at her.

Chelsea pulled up in the front of her house where we would all be staying for the night. It was a huge house (if you could even call it that…mansion would be more appropriate). We had all dropped off our things at her house before heading off to the game to cheer for the football team. We were still in our cheerleading uniforms so we needed to come back here to change before going to the party.

The five of us were on the varsity cheerleading squad. Chelsea and I are best friends and sophomores, Brittany and Sarah are juniors, and Becky is a senior.

I had known Chelsea since we were seven. We had gone to the same elementary school and started taking gymnastics together at that age. When Chelsea and I were on the JV squad, we met Sarah and we became close friends with her as well. The three of us tried out for varsity together and met Brittany and Becky once we got on the team. They had been on varsity the year previous.

It was surprising that we only knew Brittany and Becky for a few months considering how close we were with them now. The five of us did everything together.

We all ran up her porch steps, into her house and up the stairs to her room before stripping and changing into our new outfits.

"Oh I forgot!" Chelsea suddenly chimed. "I have something for all of you!"

Brittany, Becky, Sarah, and I all stared at her as she pulled out five silver necklaces with a heart pendant on each of them. She handed one to each of us before securing her own necklace around her neck.

The heart pendant was simple but elegant and on further inspection I discovered that it was actually a locket. I opened the locket up to see a picture that had been taken of the five of us at a photo booth in the mall when we had gone a few weeks ago. I remember we all had to squeeze into the boothe and were practically sitting on each other's laps when this picture was taken. Engraved on the back of the locket were the words "no such thing," based on the song by John Mayer. Whenever this song would come on the radio, we would start belting out the lyrics. Over time, it became our unofficial group song.

All of us were speechless as we appraised the beautiful necklace, before I threw myself at an unsuspecting Chelsea. She laughed as we fell to the floor.

"It's beautiful! But, what's this for? It must have cost a fortune!"

She laughed and got up once I had gotten off her. "Just think of it as an early Christmas present. I couldn't wait any longer. It's kinda like a friendship necklace in a way I guess. This way we all have one."

Chelsea's family is incredibly rich, so it's not a shocker that she would spend this kind of money on us. However, I would always feel kind of bad whenever she would spend money on me because I couldn't reciprocate. I worked as a store clerk at Forever 21 which didn't exactly give me much money when I was being paid minimum wage.

It wasn't long before all of my other friends attacked Chelsea with their own hugs. Chelsea laughed at our appreciation of her gifts.

"I'm glad you guys like them, but we should probably start heading over to Tony's now." We all nodded after fastening the necklaces around our necks. It added the perfect touch to my outfit. I was wearing a blood red spaghetti strap top and some black skinny jeans with black ballet flats that I had gotten at the Forever 21 I work at.

My friends and I headed out the door and hopped into Chelsea's car again. It wasn't much later that we were speeding down the street with the top of the car down, blasting music and singing at the top of our lungs.

Chelsea started dancing crazily in the drivers' seat as she stopped at a red light. The rest of us followed her lead and started bouncing around in our seats. We were laughing at ourselves as the light turned green.

Chelsea started making the left turn onto Cactus Road. She was in the middle of the intersection when I looked over as the sound of screeching tires registered in my mind. Dread filled me as I took in the scene before me. It was as if time slowed down in this moment.

"Chelsea, look out!" I screeched. But, it was too late. She didn't have time to stop, as another car T-boned the side of her M3, on the opposite side of where I was sitting. The next few moments were a mixture of loud noise, blinding lights, and then silence.

The silence that engulfed us was deafening. Then the pain kicked in. So much pain. I tried to move, but something was pinning my leg down. The tiniest movement was excruciating. I tried to open my mouth to ask if the others were okay, but it seemed as though I couldn't get my body to cooperate with me.

I could vaguely hear sirens in the distance and see the outlines of people surrounding the accident scene. I think someone was trying to talk to me, but the darkness was pressing in on me from all sides. I tried to fight it, but it eventually dragged me down as everything went black.

Beep Beep Beep

Huh, I knew that sound. I just couldn't seem to pinpoint it.

Beep Beep Beep

That is really annoying. I wanted to tell someone to put a stop to that noise, but I couldn't seem to move a muscle.

Beep Beep Beep

My eyelids felt heavy, but I focused and was finally able to pry them open. I became aware of the white walls and bright lights around me. Oh I'm in the hospital, and that annoying beeping sound was the heart monitor. No wonder that sounded familiar. I've had to be admitted to the hospital on several occasions, especially during my learning stages of gymnastics. I have broken a fair share of bones in my body over the years.

I wonder why I'm here now though. I tried to remember, but everything seemed to be murky and the memory seemed just out of reach. I suddenly became aware of a pressure on my hand. I looked over and saw my mom, Renee, holding it, with her head resting on the bed I was laying on. She looked like she was sleeping. How long had I been here?

I squeezed her hand. At that, her head snapped up and she gasped.

"Oh Bella! Thank God!" She flung her arms around me and started sobbing. I tried not to flinch away, but the pressure she was putting on me hurt. She seemed to notice though and pulled away abruptly.

"Oh honey I'm sorry! I'm just so happy you're awake!" She swiped a hand across her cheeks to get rid of the tears. I tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace.

"Mom, what happened?" I asked curiously.

She looked at me shocked. "You don't remember?"

I shook my head, but stopped as the movement made me feel dizzy. "I'm trying to, but the memory feels all foggy."

She stared at me with teary eyes. "There was an accident. You were out for eight days! The doctors didn't know whether you would wake up!" She looked as if she was trying to fight back the sobs that were threatening to come out.

Accident? And then it came back to me. The football game we won. The after party I was going to go to. Driving through the intersection. Screeching tires. Pain. Trying to move and see if my friends were alright. Wait…

"Mom, what about the others? Are they okay?" My mom looked at me sympathetically, with tears in her eyes. I shook my head frantically, ignoring the stabbing pain the movement triggered.

"No! They're fine! Everything will go back to the way it always was." My mom shook her head as more tears fell down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry honey. They didn't make it."

"No! I don't believe you! Where are they?"

The beeping on the heart rate monitor started accelerating as my panic grew. They couldn't be gone! It was an impossible idea! We are only in High School. This stuff isn't supposed to happen to people our age!

A nurse came in at that point and smiled when she saw I was awake.

"Hey sweetie. How are you feeling?" I stared at her like she grew three heads. Was she serious? She must have read my expression right because her smile faltered. She cleared her throat and looked down at the chart she was holding.

"Right, well I'm going to give you something for the pain. It will make you sleepy but it should help."

"No," I croaked. "I need to find out how this happened first." I didn't want to sleep when I had so many questions I needed to be answered.

"Bella, we can talk about this later. You need your rest," my mom chimed in.

"No, please." My voice choked over the words. The nurse looked at me and nodded her head.

"Alright, but call me back in when you are ready for your pain medication." With that she swept out of the room.

I looked back over at my mom. "How did this happen? Chels-" my voice broke as I tried to say her name. I cleared my throat. "We had a green light!"

"A boy from your high school ran a red light. Apparently he had been drinking and decided to drive." Her expression turned angry.

"He was on his way to the same party you all were going to when the light turned red. I guess he thought he could make it."

I stared at her in shock. That's why my friends are dead? Tears streamed down my cheeks as I came to that realization. They were dead. They weren't coming back. All of them were gone because of some stupid decision this boy made. I felt my mom wrap her arms around my shoulders, trying to comfort me.

I suddenly became aware of the door opening. I looked up to see my older brother, Jake, walking into the room. Charlie, my dad, followed him in. I was surprised to see my dad here. He must have flown in from Forks.

They both smiled at me when they caught my eye, but it seemed a little forced.

Charlie came over and took the seat on the other side of where my mom was, and picked up my hand in his. He looked like he wanted to cry, but was trying to stay strong.

"Sorry we weren't here earlier. Jake and I went to the cafeteria. We were trying to get your mom to come with us and get something to eat, but she refused to leave your side." I glanced at my mom. She looked like she hadn't eaten or slept in days.

"A nurse came and told us you were awake," Charlie explained in a soft voice. I couldn't do more than nod to show that I understood.

"Mom, why don't you go to the cafeteria? I'll be fine." She nodded and stood. Once she left the room I turned to Charlie.

"Dad, why don't you go with her? She's a mess and could probably use someone to talk to now." It was funny that I said that considering I was probably more of a mess than her. But, he nodded and left after her, leaving Jake and me alone.

Jake came over to my side and sat down in the chair there. He picked up my hand and squeezed. Jake and I are incredibly close. He would tease me occasionally but what older brother doesn't? He looked at me with shiny eyes. Wow. Jake never cries. He must be really upset to be this close to tears.

"God, you scared me Bells."

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Yeah, well don't do that to me again. I don't know what I would do without my baby sister."

I looked away and thought over a question that I was wondering about.

"Jake, what happened to the guy who hit us?" My voice cracked as I asked my question.

A furious expression took over his face. "That piece of shit got away with a few scrapes and bruises. Other than that, he was arrested for DUI and manslaughter." I swallowed and looked down at my lap.

"He will be put away for a long time," Jake said as he rested his hand on my shoulder.

The following months after the accident were a blur. It turns out that I had bashed my head against the side of the window in the accident. I was now sporting a rather long scar near my hairline on the side of my forehead. This is why I decided to get side bangs. The bangs covered the scar so that no one could see it. I was told that I had sustained a concussion which had caused me to slip into a coma. Luckily, they were able to stop the bleeding.

The students and teachers at school were extremely nice and sympathetic once I returned. I would get smiles and sympathetic looks when I walked down the halls at school. This irritated me to no end. I didn't want anyone's sympathy. I was the one to survive. My friends were the ones who weren't so lucky. I still don't understand why I was the one to live when the other ones didn't. I kept asking myself, "why me?"

The school decided to hold an assembly in memory of my friends. There was now a large plaque hanging on the wall of the gym with each of their names on it. Toward the beginning of the assembly, I had to leave. I couldn't handle other people talking about my friends like they knew them. I know the administration had the best intentions in mind, but I just couldn't stomach it.

That was when my first panic attack occurred. I was trying to calm down on a bench outside, when flashes of the accident started running through my mind. Before I knew it, my breathing became more and more shallow until I was gasping for air. I started to shake uncontrollably and felt as if my heart would pound out of my chest. I tried standing to go to the nurse, but I fell back down from the dizziness that followed. I ended up fainting on the sidewalk.

When I woke up, I found myself laying on the cot in the nurse's office. She explained that someone saw me on the sidewalk, and called for the nurse. I had three more attacks before my mom took me to see a doctor. The doctor ended up diagnosing me with Panic disorder (a condition in which a person undergoes multiple panic attacks). She explained that many people contract this disorder after experiencing a traumatic incident. The panic attacks can be triggered by something that reminds the person of the horrible experience they had gone through.

The doctor prescribed me Lexapro, an anti-depresant and anti-anxiety medication, as well as Xanax. I was only supposed to use the Xanax when I was starting to experience a panic attack. It was supposed to be very addictive if I used it more than that and it also made me sleepy. The doctor warned me not to drive when on it. The medication seemed to help me a lot but I would still experience the beginnings of these attacks before I would calm down, thanks to the Xanax.

I never took the locket Chelsea gave me off. I noticed that sometimes it would calm me down when I wore it. I couldn't bring myself to look at the picture inside, but whenever I wore it, I felt as if my friends were here with me. I know that may sound crazy but that thought consoled me.

Over the last few weeks of my Sophomore year, I began realizing that a lot of the problem with me panicking may be because of the memories I have with my friends here. With that in mind, I decided to talk to my mom. I found her in the kitchen, trying to make one of her own concoctions for dinner. She smiled when she saw me.

"Mom, can I talk to you for a minute?"

She nodded so I continued, "I've been thinking this through these past few days and I want to go live with dad in Forks. I can start my junior year there."

My mom's smile faltered but she nodded.

"I thought you might want to." This surprised me. I guess my mom was more perceptive than I realized.

Jake ambled into the kitchen at this point. "You're leaving?" He sounded sad.

I nodded. "There are too many memories here and I can't handle it now. I think this is for the best."

"Then I'm coming with you," Jake said abruptly. I stared at him with my mouth gaping open. I didn't expect him to say that.

"Jake, you don't need to do that. I mean, you have friends here. What about them?" He shook his head and smiled.

"You're more important than them. Besides, what kind of older brother would I be if I let my little sister handle a new school on her own, especially after what happened?" I was surprised that he would be willing to go to a new school for his senior year. I looked over at my mom thinking she would object, but she surprised me.

"I think that's a good idea Jake. I'll call your father tonight and tell him about your decision."

I felt bad about leaving her. But, she had started dating this guy named Phil a few months ago so I knew she wouldn't be alone.

I looked at Jake and smiled my first real smile since the accident.

"Well then, I guess we're going to Forks."

AN: Next chapter will have Jasper in it. Please review and let me know what you think about this one!