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Chapter 1


I groaned out in frustration, before taking a deep breath and trying to calm myself down as I pulled over to the side of the road.

The engine of my Audi had just had a semi-freak out, and done a few hiccups before making a loud gurgling sound.

I assumed that that wasn't normal for a one-year old car.

Thanking God that I had been on my way home from school - only a few blocks away from my house, actually - I pulled out my slim, white iPhone, proceeding to call triple A.

After speaking to a receptionist who was clearly not having the best day, she told me that I would have to wait for about half an hour before they could send someone to pick my car up.

Fun, I thought to myself, letting my head fall back against the headrest as I let out a deep sigh.

I was pretty sure that the big guy up there had something against me, because so far, this week had been crappy, boring, and all kinds of annoying.

After a few minutes of just wallowing in self-pity, I decided to call my family and at least let them in on what was currently going on with me. You know, just in case they all came home to find me there, minus my car.

Starting with my brother, I scrolled through my contact list, looking for 'Emmett' before hitting the 'Call' button.

"Wasup Bells?" he answered, sounding out of breath.

I unconsciously smiled at his nickname for me. He'd been calling me that since he was old enough to sound out words.

I guessed that 'Isabella' had been too long and complicated for his then undeveloped brain to say.

"Why do you sound like that?" I was referring to the fact that he was practically panting into the mouthpiece of his phone.

But then I remembered, just as the words came tumbling out of his mouth, "I'm at football practice. Coach is making us do a bunch of drills to get us prepared for the game next month." I heard a few words being spoken in the background, before Emmett came back onto the line, "So, is everything okay?"

Clearly, I had completely zoned out, forgetting about the initial reason that I had even called my older brother. I informed him casually, "Yeah, my car just broke down. Triple A should be coming in a little bit though. Just figured I'd tell ya."

Not wanting to keep him away from his practice for any longer, I told him that I'd see him later.

But before I could hang up, he interrupted me, "Do you want me to come over there and wait with you?"

Ever the overprotective older brother, I guess. I had kind of figured that he'd offer to come wait with me until my car was towed away and taken to the mechanic's. But while that thought was much more appealing than waiting in boredom by myself, I decided against it.

I laughed lightly, "No, I should be fine. It's okay. Get back to practice, Em."

"Are you sure?" he asked, sounding wary, but slightly relieved that I had turned down his offer.

Obviously, he cared about my safety and well being, but at the same time, he knew that I'd be alright. And you know, he kind of didn't want to leave his practice, as much as it sounded completely intense.

I understood, though. And at least he had showed a little concern for me.

"Yeah, yeah, have fun," and with a quick goodbye from Emmett, I hung up.

I quickly texted my mom and dad after that, knowing fully well that neither of them would've been able to answer my call had I rung them.

Both my mom and dad had high-paying, demanding jobs - my mom, Renée, owned a chain of furniture stores around the state, while my dad, Charles, was the local district attorney.

Even though I barely got to spend time with them, since they were either at work or various events, I tried not to make a big deal out of it.

After all, it was because of their jobs that I could afford to go to the best private school in Chicago, Haydn's College for Girls.

It was also because of them that I even owned my car, which... I guess... wasn't such a good thing now, considering my current situation.

Ah, life.

After my whole 'getting-stranded-on-the-side-of-the-highway' debacle, I had eventually arrived home, thanks to the helpful triple A guy who'd given me a ride back.

Locking the front door behind me, I headed upstairs to my room to get started on my large pile of homework that I had been procrastinating doing for the past two days.

Real smart, Bella, I thought sarcastically to myself. Now I had three days worth of work to do, in one night. This was yet another one of the reasons that this week was just not looking up for me.

Deciding not to put it off any more, I started my large set of Chemistry homework, followed by my thousand-word English essay on when it is considered acceptable to conform to society, and when you should express individuality. Blah blah blah.

I heard my cell phone vibrate against the hardwood desk I was currently working on, momentarily snapping me out my 'homework-zone'. It was Rosalie, one of my best friends since pre-school – she's also been dating my brother since the beginning of high school.

She was asking whether or not Emmett had arrived home from football practice as yet, as they were supposed to meet up for date night.

Yes, date night.

Suppressing my urge to roll my eyes at their cheesy albeit cute tradition, I replied that I hadn't heard his unnaturally loud voice around the house as yet, making her reply with an overexaggerated amount of 'ha's and causing me crack a smile.

As if I wasn't already getting distracted enough; Alice, one of my newest friends who'd just moved here from Alaska a few months ago, decided to call me and have an hour-long conversation with me about her new relationship with a classmate of my brother's, Jasper.

Ah, my friends and their boyfriends, I sighed a little to myself. Though I felt incredibly happy for both Rosalie and Alice, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous sometimes at the fact that they'd both found guys that they possibly wanted to spend the rest of their lives with, while I was just here… with no boyfriend.

Well, wasn't I just a pocketful of sunshine? I giggled to myself at that thought, beginning to hum Natasha Bedingfield's song – thereby further distracting myself.

One of these days, I was going to get tested for ADD, I thought to myself, shaking my head.

Eventually, though, I managed to get my homework done, just as Emmett came back from football practice, and decided to drop by my room in all his sweaty and muddy glory.

I wrinkled my nose at him, causing him to grin at my discomfort, before nonchalantly enlightening him on the fact that he was late for his date night with his girlfriend.

Well that just wiped the smirk off his face, along with all of the color. I chuckled to myself as I watched amusedly as Emmett raced out of my bedroom and into his own, mumbling a string of curse words in his wake.

Oh, boys.

A/N: So the first chapter wasn't originally like this. It was actually the second chapter... but I decided to do some major editing this weekend (even though I really should be studying for my final exams).

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the improved version of this chapter :)