A/N-Disclaimer: Twilight is not mine, nor is Edward, Bella, or anybody else.

***Warning - The characters in this story are very OOC. Also, its rated M for language, school bullying, underage drinking, and maybe a little citrus. Don't say I didn't warn you! :)

Now that all of that is out of the way, this story is based on a banner by FatesLoveQueen. You can find it on my profile if you'd like to take a look. It's really great! Check out the rest of her banners on her blog, too!

Many thanks to my amazing beta SqueakyZorro for helping me pull this all together and for her great ideas!

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watchin' the puddles gather rain
And all I can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view
But it's not sane,
It's not sane

I just want someone to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

And I don't understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there's no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it's a great escape

All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don't like my point of view
ya think I'm insane
's not sane...it's not sane.

I just want someone to say to me
I'll always be there when you wake
Ya know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today
So stay with me and I'll have it made

No Rain by Blind Melon

The morning of Tuesday, January 18, started out like any other day.

I woke up.

I brushed my teeth.

I got dressed.

I turned on my Alienware Area-51 ALX.

Yep, it was just like any other day. But what I didn't know was that Tuesday, January 18, was the day she would come into my life, changing me, my family, and Forks High School, forever.

Maybe I should start at the beginning. You see, most of my life I've tried to stay hidden in the background where no one would notice me. It wasn't that I didn't like people; it was that they didn't like me. I had a couple of friends at school, but mostly I found my sanctuary and friendships in the people I gamed with online. They were safe, they didn't judge, they didn't require face-to-face conversation, and most importantly, they were just as weird as I was.

Now you may be asking, what exactly is an Alienware Area-51 ALX? Well, it's only the best gaming computer currently available. My mom bought it for me for Christmas, and seriously, it was the best present I'd ever received, even better than the car I got for my sixteenth birthday.

Anyway, I'd woken up a bit earlier than usual that morning. The night before, my World of Warcraft guild had encountered a powerful werewolf we couldn't defeat, and I was determined to increase my stats before we continued our game after school. I'd been playing for a good hour when the shrill voice of the resident harpy sounded from behind me.

"Edward, let's go! We're going to be late, and the new girl starts today. I want to get to her before Lauren and Jessica do." Alice stood at my bedroom door, hands on her hips as she shot me her evil glare. My parents swore she and I were twins, but I'd never believed them, and I know Alice didn't either.

In the history of the world, I was pretty sure there had never been a pair of twins more different from each other than Alice and I. Physically, Alice barely reached five feet, and I was over six. She had short, spiky hair that made her look like she'd just stuck her finger in an electrical outlet, while mine hung long and wavy to my jawline.

And then there were our personalities. She was social, attractive, and popular, and I…was not. Oh, and just in case you're wondering, that whole psychic twin thing everybody likes to think exists, well, it didn't with Alice and me. And I was quite happy about that. No way would I want to be inside her head.

"Do you mind, Alice? I have to increase my health and attack levels; my guild is counting on me. Besides, we're not going to be late."

Alice huffed and turned down the hall. "Emmett! Emmett, will you please take me to school? Edward's playing his dweeb games again." Alice usually drove herself to school, but after the town police chief busted her and a couple of her friends riding in a car with an open container, my parents took her keys away for an unspecified amount of time. So, lucky me, I got to drive her to school in the morning. I hadn't done anything wrong. I didn't know why I was being punished, too.

"Well, hurry it the hell up then, Alice!" Emmett's voice boomed through the house. My older brother, Emmett, was a typical jock who dated the most beautiful girl in school. He was also the biggest guy in school, eclipsing even the football coach in height. He was a decent human being though and, unlike Alice, stuck up for me when things got rough. Of course, that just tended to make things worse in the long run.

The front door slammed as he and Alice left for school, and a few minutes later my mom came into my room. "Sweetheart, you're going to be late for school."

"I'm done, Mom," I said, standing up from my computer desk and grabbing my book bag off the floor.

I stopped in front of her as she pushed my hair behind my ears. "Can I make you some breakfast?"

"No, Mom, I'm not hungry. Thanks, though." The truth was I could never eat breakfast in the morning. My stomach was always too nervous, and this morning was even worse than usual. I was dreading school that day, not that I didn't dread it every day of my life, but my friends, Angela and Ben, were both out sick with the flu. That left me alone for the second day in a row, and if it was anything like the day before, I'd be eating lunch with Mrs. Miller in the library again.

"Okay, sweetie," my mom conceded with a sad smile. She could see right through me. She never said anything though. I think she tried to find ways to make things better for me, but there was really nothing that could, so she did things to make me happy at home, like buying me a three-thousand dollar computer.

"Bye, Mom." I kissed her cheek, grabbed my paper-bagged lunch from the kitchen counter, and prepared for my descent into the depths of the cesspool called high school.


Forks High School had a social hierarchy, which I'm sure was not much different than any other high school in the country, or world for that matter. The majority of the student body just sort of blended into the background, like the extras you see in those cliché teen movies, but then there were the students who stood out in some way, and in Forks' case they were the Richies, the Activities, and the Outcasts.

Each grade has its own leaders of sorts, and the junior class was blessed to have Alice as its ringleader of the Richies. Her groupies consisted of her boyfriend, Jasper Whitlock, Tyler Crowley, Austin Marks, Jennifer Ford, and Ashley Dowling. They didn't really do much, just sort of sat around talking about whatever new blah blah blah mommy and daddy had just bought them. The girls even left the price tags on their clothes the first time they wore them to prove they were truly designer. Ridiculous? Yes, but that was Alice.

Then there was Lauren Mallory, leader of the Activities, which included Jessica Stanley – those two were joined at the hip – Mike "the Dick" Newton, Eric Yorkie, and Katie Marshall. They were the jocks, the student government kids, the prom kings and queens. They were even bigger assholes than the Richies, but at least they actually did things.

Alice and Lauren were always fighting for social dominance, and it generally shifted back and forth between them. Their most recent fight was over who was going to get the new girl to join their group first. She hadn't even arrived yet, but I already felt sorry for her.

Finally, there were my friends, Ben Cheney and Angela Weber, and I – the Outcasts, the bottom of the social food chain. Ben spoke with a lisp and had bad skin, but he was the most talented artist in the school and had won awards for quite a few of his paintings. Angela was a bit rounder than the rest of the girls; she was also kind and extremely intelligent. She and Ben had crushes on each other, but both were too shy to do anything about it, so they just sort of admired each other from a distance. As for me, well, there was nothing really special about me. I was a hardcore gamer, and I had a zombie apocalypse survival plan but no real talents to speak of. I was simply a loser.

I pulled my silver Volvo into my usual spot next to Emmett's Jeep. When Mom and Dad gave the car to me, I guess they thought a cool car would help me fit in better. It didn't help me fit in, but at least the other cars in the parking lot didn't pick on it.

There were three locations in school someone of my social status dreaded the most – gym class, the cafeteria, and the parking lot. The last was the worst. You could fake an injury to get out of gym class; you could eat lunch in other locations; but you always, always had to cross the school parking lot.

As was my usual morning routine, I scanned the parking lot before getting out of my car. I saw Alice talking to a couple of other girls from her group. I saw Lauren and Jessica flirting with Eric and Tyler. I didn't see Mike. That could be a good thing…or really, really bad, but if I could just make it from my car to the inside of the school I would be okay.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of my car. I kept my head down, letting my hair hide my face, and walked toward the building, making sure to never make eye contact with anyone. Eye contact would just encourage them. I made it safely past the first line of parked cars. I quickly walked toward the second line of parked cars and passed it without any problems.

I must have been a fool to think I could make it past the third. As I stepped in front of the last row of cars, my foot caught on something in front of me, and I fell forward, my hands scraping the rough asphalt.

"Oops, better watch where you're walking there, Ednerd," Mike laughed, stepping out from behind Tyler Crowley's van and shaking his foot out in front of him. "Got anything good in here?" he asked as he grabbed my book bag and dumped my books onto the ground.

"Just books," I mumbled, looking down at my bleeding hands.

Mike and I had a bit of history. Mainly it involved him kicking my ass any chance he got while I cowered in the corner or on the ground, like I found myself doing this morning. As if the situation wasn't already bad enough, an angry voice suddenly echoed through the parking lot. "Newton!"

Great, my big brother has to save me again, I thought.

"Hey, Emmett. Just having a little fun, weren't we, Eddie?"

Emmett pushed Mike away. "Back off, Newton, or I'll be the one having a little fun when we get on the field today."

"Okay, man, sorry." Mike backed away, holding his hands up in front of him in surrender.

"You okay, Edward?" Emmett asked as he began picking up my books and papers.

"Oh, I'm just peachy. You?"

Emmett put his hand on my shoulder and sighed. "You know you can hang with Rose and me. I've told you that before."

"Emmett, do you know what's more embarrassing than all of this?" I asked, digging a small piece of gravel out of the cut on my palm. "Running to my big brother anytime somebody messes with me. It makes it worse. Besides, you're graduating this year, so what good does it do me next year, anyway?"

"I'm just saying, Edward…"

"Em, I know!" I snapped at him.

My throat began to tighten, and I could feel my emotions threatening to betray me just as the roar of a loud engine drew all attention away from me to the antique, rust-red pickup pulling into the parking lot. The truck pulled into an empty spot, the door creaked open, and out of the driver's seat emerged the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

"Must be the new girl." Emmett shrugged and handed back my notebook. "Here, man, I gotta get to class. Just remember what I said, okay?"

"Okay, th…thanks," I said, not entirely comprehending his words. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I wasn't the only one: the jaws of nearly every student in the parking lot dropped at the sight of her.

She wore a black Sex Pistols t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of black Converse high tops peeked out from the bottoms of her dark jeans that were slit at the knees. She carried her book bag in one hand and a leather jacket in the other, and she walked with her head held high. I couldn't be positive because of the distance, but I think I even saw a lip ring.

My absolute favorite thing about her was her hair. It was the color of dark chocolate, cut short in the front and long in the back, and it was streaked with a rainbow of colors. Red. And blue. Green, purple, and yellow, too. As she walked to the building, a chorus of Cherry Pie echoed in my head, which was strange, because I didn't even listen to that kind of music. She was stunning, and I knew I didn't stand a chance.

I watched her until she disappeared into the building and then tried to collect the rest of my books, my pride, and my jaw off the ground. As I made my way to the door, Alice's high-pitched, shrill laugh rang out across the parking lot. "Hey, Lauren! She's all yours."


The morning dragged on as I went through each class wondering if she'd be in it. With no sign of her before lunch, I sat at my usual table in the library and took out my notebook and my lunch. Normally, students weren't allowed to eat or drink in the library, but I think the librarian, Mrs. Miller, felt sorry for me. Every so often she would look up from her desk and shoot a pity smile at me. Yep, I was quite sure my life couldn't get any worse than it already was.

Trying to take my mind off my problems, I began jotting down my parking lot observations of the beautiful new girl. When the bell rang, I gathered up my belongings and headed to my next class. Three more periods meant three more chances to pass her in the hallway or maybe even share a class, but after the bell rang again and she wasn't in my fifth period class either, I began to lose hope. Who was I kidding, anyway; even if we did have a class together, she wouldn't notice me. But you'd still get to look at her. Oh great, now I was a stalker, too.

I sighed as I sat down at my biology table, put my book bag in the chair next to me, and nervously rubbed my scraped palms along the cool, black top of the table. I was the only one who didn't have a lab partner, and for that I was most grateful, but Newton was in this class, and he always managed to find some way to embarrass me.

Everyone filed in and took their seats as Mr. Banner began writing on the board and saying something about cell division. Then it happened. The one thing I had been waiting for all day. The door opened, and she walked in. I felt my heart speed up as she handed Mr. Banner a piece of paper, and he directed her toward an empty seat…the seat next to me.

I watched her walk toward me, and butterflies performed back flips in my stomach. As somebody who already had a very nervous stomach, this was not such a good thing. I was the proud owner of all fourteen seasons of South Park DVDs, and it was not until this moment that I finally understood why Stan threw up every time he kissed Wendy.

She stopped at my table, looked at me with her big brown eyes, and smiled while I kept my gaze on her. She remained standing, her smile fading to a strange, almost questioning look, before I realized why. Blushing, I quickly grabbed my book bag off the seat and dropped it on the floor so she could sit.

She sat down next to me, and I swear, a choir of angels sang out.

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan."

Oh, God, she spoke to me. Say something back, dummy. My mouth opened as if to speak, but nothing came out.

"Hey, Ednerd. Are you trying to catch flies over there?" Newton laughed.

Her head whipped toward Mike, and I quickly looked down at my textbook and hid behind my hair. I could feel my face growing even hotter, but luckily Mr. Banner started the class before I could embarrass myself anymore.

For the rest of the hour, Mr. Banner droned on about mitosis while I readied myself to speak to her. I prepared a whole speech in my mind. At the end of class I would introduce myself, welcome her to the lovely town of Forks, and tell her if she ever needed anything she could count on me.

I watched the hands on the clock tick closer and closer to two o'clock, and my heart sped up with each tick. I can do this, I tried to reassure myself.

Finally, after what felt like the longest biology class of my life, the bell rang. While the other students raced out of class, I took a deep breath, fought back the nausea, and turned to face her seat.

"I'm Edward Cullen," I said with a smile, introducing myself to the empty chair next to me.

Yeah, I was a total loser.

A/N- So, that's Ednerd! He'd love to hear from you. He's lonely and has no friends.