*Hey guys! So first off for those of you waiting for an update on Darker You, it is coming I promise! Unfortunately the same cannot be said for The Veela Bond- not giving up on it I just haven't quite figured out what happens next... Anyways! As you can see, new story! Whoo! So this story was inspired by Him & I by the lovely Halsey featuring the GORGEOUS G-Eazy. Seriously if you haven't listened to that song, do so while reading this. I had it on repeat while I wrote this. Anywho! An update schedule for this story hasn't been figured out yet BUT I'm gonna try to do one every week. Umm so yeah... enjoy! As always CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is much appreciated but please DON'T leave any nasty or rude reviews. Thanks guys!*

Her name was Isabella Swan. She was a girl from the upper side of Forks, Washington. Her father- once Chief of police- was the mayor of the small but flourishing town. All her life she had wanted for nothing. Everything was provided for her- a beautiful home, an excellent education, and more money than she ever knew what to do with. But that didn't matter to her. She didn't care for expensive wardrobe collection, her top spot on her high school cheer squad, or even her 'friends'- who were only interested in her because of her father's bank account. Bella always felt there was something missing in her life- something other than the newest iPhone.

Despite her father's money, Bella liked to live modestly. Sure her closet was filled with thousands of designer clothes and shoes, and her phone changed with each latest model that came out, but she didn't buy- nor ask- for any of that stuff. Her mother- Renee- was a money hungry socialite and was constantly buying anything that would make her family's rich status noticeable. Bella felt more comfortable in a pair of her worn out sweatpants and a stretched out t-shirt than she did in the designer outfits and Louboutin heels her mother made her dress up in.

Bella liked studying for tests alone in the sanctuary of her bedroom. She liked vegging out on the couch while she watched reruns of Scooby-Doo- the original series her father and her used to watch together before he became mayor. But she rarely got the time to do that as a high school student. Instead her days were filled with listening to the latest gossip from her friends, cheer practice, and eating dingy, non-appetizing, salads. Her friends insisted she hung out with them every evening and weekend. God forbid she decline or her mother would start a nuclear war and an endless lecture of why her hanging out with her friends was good for the family's image.

There was one day that Bella hadn't minded hanging out with her friends. They had all snuck down to La Push to crash a party on the beach. La Push High and Forks Private High were rivals and only those truly suicidal would dare venture on the other's turf. Despite Bella's insistent protests, her friends dragged her along. The party huge and loud. The beach was crowded with kids from La Push High. Most of them lived on the local Indian Reservation but there were a few from the outskirts of Forks- the lower society couldn't afford to attend Forks Private school.

It was amazing that nobody seemed to realized Bella and her friends were upper-siders. Then again, there were too many people to really notice anybody. Towards the end of the night as her friends were finally bored enough to leave, Bella heard a loud rumbling noise from down the road. Everyone else seemed to hear it too and they all turned in the direction of three cars racing down the curvy road before skidding to a stop on beach. Intrigued, Bella stopped walking with her friends and stared as cars opened and out stepped six beautiful people.

A tall blonde male stepped out of the driver's side of the blue Porsch. He walked around and opened the passenger door and out bounced a black-haired sprite of a girl with a wide smile on her face as she cuddled up to to the blonde. From the black Bugatti stepped out another tall blonde- this one a female- and a male with dark curly hair. The pair was in a heated argument, unaware of the audience they drew- or maybe they just didn't care. Finally the doors of the silver Aston Martin opened and the most beautiful man Bella had ever seen emerged.

He was tall with dark hair- though lighter than the other man's; it was hard to see the exact color in the dim light- and what looked like a cigarette hanging from his sculpted lips. For a moment Bella imagined walking over to him and taking the cigarette out of his lips only to put it to her lips. She could see herself smiling coyly at him as she took a long drag before blowing it out and introducing herself. She wondered how he would react. Unfortunately her fantasy came to a screeching halt as the passenger door opened and another leggy blonde stepped out. She walked towards the gorgeous man and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. It was obvious they were an 'It' couple.

"Bella, are you coming?!" Jessica Stanley- one of Bella's so-called 'friends'- yelled from across the beach.

Bella hadn't realized she'd been so behind her friends. She must have been standing there staring at the couples for a good five minutes. She nodded her Jessica and began walking towards her. She threw one last look behind her at the gorgeous man and to her surprise he was watching her too.

That was three years ago. Bella had asked Jessica the next day if she knew who those people were. Jessica, being the daughter of the town's gossip mongrel, was more than knowledgeable about the six 'fiends'- as she called them. The blonde male and black-haired pixie girl were Jasper Hale and Alice Brandon. The couple who had been arguing were Emmett McCarty and Rosalie Hale- Jasper's twin sister. And the 'It' couple? Well that was the notorious Edward Cullen and Tanya Denali. Notorious for what, Jessica didn't say.

Bella caught more glimpses of Edward and the others over the years. She mostly saw them at the football games between La Push and Forks. They usually hung out in the parking lot or behind the bleachers. Edward and Tanya were two years older than the rest of their friends but even after he graduated Bella still saw him with his friends. Tanya had apparently left for college but she and Edward were still an item.

During the summer before Bella's senior year something and Edward broke up. It was big news- so big that it traveled all the way to Forks. After hearing this news from the one and only Jessica, Bella decided this was her chance. The chance she had been waiting for. She was going to be Edward Cullen's girlfriend.

Her plan started with La Push's annual back-to-school beach bash. Bella had lied to Renee and said she was going to hang out with Jessica and Lauren- her other 'friend'. She drove her baby- a matte purple Audi r8- to La Push beach. At 9:00 pm the party was already going strong. The music was loud and the beach was filled with girls in skimpy bikinis and guys in jean and cargo pant cutoffs. Everyone seemed to have a drink in their hands- some were drinking from bottles while others drank from red Solo cups.

Bella hung back from the rest of the party goers. She didn't want anyone to recognize her as an outsider, though it wouldn't be hard once they saw her designer sundress. She stuck out like a sore thumb. Admittedly she should have worn something more casual. She searched for Edward in the crowd for nearly an hour before she gave up. His car wasn't even on the beach so she figured he just may not be coming. Just as she was about to leave she heard the loud rev of an engine followed by two more.

Like the first time she saw him, Bella stopped to stare as Edward's Aston Martin pulled into the beach. The blue Porsche and black Bugatti park beside him. Jasper, Alice, Emmett, and Rose exited their cars in practically the same fashion as they had three years ago. Then Edward got out of his car. For a moment Bella expected to see Tanya's long legs exiting the passenger side. She was relieved when the door stayed firmly closed. Bella was too busy staring at the five to realize they were headed right for her.

"I'm telling you Em I heard a rattling!" Rosalie was shouting at Emmett. "I swear if your stupid racing antics fucked up my car-!"

"Oh my god!" Emmett groaned. "Would you shut up already woman?! Even if I did it's not like it's nothing you can't fix!"

"That's not the point!" Rosalie glared. "I told you I didn't want you taking her to any more races and yet every weekend you continually defy me!"

"Those stupid races got you the fucking car in the first place!" Emmett glowered.

"It's not my fault that guy was stupid enough to put her slip up! He had no idea the treasure he had but I do and I don't want you throwing her away!" Rosalie sounded piss. She and the others came to a stop in front of Bella. They gazed at Bella curiously with narrowed eyes. Rosalie was the first to speak. "Who the fuck invited an upper-sider?!"

Bella's face heated as she felt everyone around her staring. She ducked her head wishing she could just disappear. What had she been thinking, really? There was no way she would be seen as anything other than a girl from the rich side of town. Guys like Edward didn't care for her 'kind'. She chanced a look at the man of affections. He wasn't looking at her. In fact he looked completely bored with the entire situation.

"No need to be a bitch Rosalie." Emmett rolled his eyes at the blonde before raising an eyebrow at Bella. "She's obviously just lost, ain't that right Princess?"

Bella bristled at the nickname but kept quiet. What could she say? That she was here to seduce Edward? She was obviously not doing very good. What was supposed to be an opportunistic night turned into the most humiliating moment of Bella's life.

"I- um… I'm not an- an upper-sider." Bella lied pathetically once she found her voice. Edward finally looked at her with scrutinizing eyes.

"Could have fooled me." He scoffed. "What's wrong Princess? The Richies not cutting it for you? You thought you'd seek out some thrill?"

Bella found herself glaring up at the gorgeous man. His green eyes were laughing at her but his face remained impassive.

"My name is Bella, not Princess." She said with a huff. Her anger overrode her nerves "And I said I'm not from the upper-side."

"Ooh. Back up boys." Rosalie sneered. "Daddy's little girl's got a backbone."

"Fuck off!" Bella spat at her.

There was a collective gasp before everyone fell silent. Even the music had been muted to hear the exchange. Rosalie stepped towards Bella with a cold glare.

"What did you say to me?" She asked in a deadly quiet voice.

Bella swallowed. Rosalie was intimidating from a distance and even more so at a close range. She couldn't back down now though...could she? Yes. Yes she could back down. She could apologize and run back to her car and hopefully avoid a confrontation. One look at Edward though and Bella knew backing down was not an option- not if she wanted her chance with him. She rolled her shoulders back and opened her mouth to spout off something insulting- she had no idea what as her mouth tended to have a mind of it's own- but before she could she was being dragged away.

"H-Hey!" Bella protested as Alice continued to pull her arm.

"Shut up!" Alice said. She pulled her to Bella's car. Bella might have been surprised Alice knew which car was hers if it wasn't the only one- barring her and her friends' cars- that had no rust, broken windows, or dented doors. "You have no idea what kind of ass kicking I just saved you from. You should be thanking me."

Bella tried to pull away from the girl. For someone so small, Alice sure had a powerful grip. She only let Bella go once she had opened the Audi's driver side door. She looked at Bella expectantly but Bella just stared back in defiance.

"I didn't need your help." Bella scoffed.

"Yeah. Ya did." Alice shook her head. "Look, I get it. You're a poor little rich girl going through a phase. You want to walk on the wild side and prove to daddy that you don't need his money or whatever. And while hanging on the wrong side of the tracks with us lowers might be appealing to you, eventually you will change your mind and go crying back to daddy. We don't need the kind of drama you'd bring. Now, get in your fancy car that your mayor dad bought for you, go back to your mansion on the upper side, and tell your friends all about the cool party you crashed in La Push all by yourself. Hell if it makes you feel better, make up a fib about how you and I got in a fight and you kicked my ass. Ok? Just don't try to say you kicked Rosalie's ass or she will find out and then you really will have to fight her."

"This isn't a phase!" Bella yelled frustrated. "Just because I'm from the upper side doesn't mean I've always had money! I was lower middle class until five years ago when my father was randomly nominated for mayor! I didn't ask for all this fancy shit! I don't want to be a socialite wearing outfits that feel more like a costume than actual clothes! I don't belong on the upper side!"

Alice looked at the girl before her. She knew who she was. Bella Swan- daughter of Forks' mayor and ex-police chief. Normally Alice didn't give upper-siders a second glance, but there was something about Bella that Alice couldn't ignore. She'd seen many Richies come through La Push looking for a cheap thrill, but they were never alone. Bella at least had balls enough to show up by herself.

"Look maybe I'm wrong." Alice sighs eventually. "But nobody is going to take you seriously trying to act like Ms. Betty Badass in this getup."

Bella looked down at her clothes. She imagined being a Lower and seeing herself. It was kind of ridiculous. She looked exactly like every other upper-sider. It didn't matter that it was a beach party. No other girls were wearing powder blue sundresses with a starch white cardigan and strappy sandals to match. To Bella this was a perfectly acceptable outfit for a middle of the night beach party. It wasn't like she was going to be going swimming in the icy water. But to the Lowers they only saw a Richie.

Bella took in Alice's outfits. Cut off jean shorts, a black t-shirt tied in a knot above her navel featuring some band Bella had never heard of, a leather jacket that was too big and was probably Jasper's, and a pair of black converse. She was the epitome of a Lower. It was obvious she was born and raised in La Push. Bella glanced back at the party where everyone had resumed dancing, drinking, and chatting with their friends. She could see Rosalie glaring at her as she stood beside Emmett, Edward, and Jasper who seemed to be in their own conversation.

"How do I change?" Bella mumbled unthinkingly.

She hadn't meant to say the words out loud but she did and Alice heard them as a cry for help. Again, Alice recognized something in Bella; something different than the rest of the upper-siders. There was a desperation to her. It made Alice think that perhaps Bella really didn't belong in Forks with the rest of the Richies. Maybe Bella wasn't just looking for a thrill to rebel against her parents. Alice decided then and there that if Bella was serious, she would take her under her wing and teach her the ways of the Lowers.

"First we need to change your appearance." Alice sighed rolling her eyes. "The less you look like a Richie the less you'll be treated like one. Give me your phone."

Surprised, Bella took her phone out and gave it to Alice. Bella had expected the pixie to laugh at her and send her on her way home again. She hadn't thought Alice would actually try to help her. But why was she willing to help her- that's what Bella wanted to know. According to Alice, Bella was just a Richie- nothing special.

"This is my number." Alice said absentmindedly as she punched in her number. "I'll text you tomorrow and you and I are gonna go out. Bring your credit card and wear something comfortable. We're gonna do a lot of walking."

"My credit card?" Bella scrunched up her face.

"Shopping Bella." Alice shook her head as though it was obvious. "I doubt you have anything worthy in your massive walk-in closet so you'll need an all new wardrobe. What's your credit limit?"

"I don't have one." Bella shrugged as it was no big deal. But as she saw Alice's eyes pop out she realized it was a big deal. "But that's only because I don't use my card a lot so my dad trusts me not to go on a crazy shopping spree."

"Oh, Bella." Alice smirked. "You my friend have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. I'll text you around noon tomorrow."

"Bye Alice." Bella smiled at her. "And thanks for not just dismissing me as a Richie."

"That still has yet to be determined." Alice cocked her head to the side. "But I see potential in you. See you tomorrow Princess."