Hey guys! I use to have an old twilight love story, but I got lost in it. So I'm starting over and hopefully this one is better. I've been taking to actually planning these days. Odd. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Reviews and constructive criticism encouraged!

Mason sat at the table in the center of the lunchroom, the center of the spotlight, where the football players and their cheerleader girlfriends sat. Around them were the other school sports, Track, Baseball, Softball, and Soccer, they moved on to the school clubs, BETA, FFA,FCS, Yearbook, the Nurses, and others Mason had not bothered to check into, then There was the last ring to the circular lunchroom, where the loners and misfits sat, where his step-sister sat.

Mason watched his step-sister Haven as she munched on her Hot Fries slowly, as she drew delicately sketched on her sketch pad, her headphones blaring some kind of random music as always; he smiled as she grinned in satisfaction and leaned back into her chair. Her head turned slightly, her golden flecked blue eyes caught his stare, she cocked and eyebrow at him and he smiled and waved lightly. She nodded in acknowledgement and stood up, grabbing her bag and stuffing her things in it, then took off towards the art building.

Mason rolled his eyes in a playful manor then turned back to his girlfriend, Blair. She twirled her short, cropped blonde hair and looked up at him with her big brown eyes.

"Why doesn't she just come sit with us?" Bair asked as her eyes followed Haven.

Mason smiled down at his girlfriend, she was the head cheerleader, but she was not they typical evil head girl like on the movies. She was an optimist with a big heart; she never treated anyone from the lower social ladder lesser than her, unlike some of the girls on the squad.

"It's not her comfort zone," He smiled.

"She likes to be alone," He said as he watched Haven enter the art building. "It makes her happy."

Blair nodded as she picked at her salad, "I wished she'd come back and share her hot fries with me, this thing sucks." She pouted and Mason laughed.

Haven's POV

I skipped along the path to the art building, my stomach rumbled loudly and I glared down at it, my eyes glowing blue momentarily.

"Need to hunt tonight," I grumbled as I came upon the art building.

The art building was a large brick building with paintings all over it, the top artist in class every year got to paint something on it, last year it was me and I had painted a picture of my wolf, Phantom with his eyes glowing. I smiled as I brushed my hand against it as I entered the building, gently pushing the glass doors open.

I walked down the shiny polished flooring, my combat boots made soft thuds on the floor as I walked to the end of the hall, voices flooded though the door as I got closer.

"Yes, ma'am, it's required all new coming students take art one and two before moving onto fashion design. Since you have come in during you junior year and appear to be a capable student I will allow you to take them both in one class."

"Yay!" a girl cheered and I saw a foot swing into the air.

"Now, this does mean you will complete two semesters on work in one semester in one class, it will be difficult, so I will assign you a partner to help. She will be the one who reports back to me so I know truly, how well you are faring with all of this work."

"Alright, who's my partner?" the girl asked.

"That would be Haven Kames. By those footsteps she should be here now. Is that you Haven?"

"Yes ma'am," I said as I strutted through the door and to the back of the class where I set my things down at my art station.

"Did you hear any of that?" my teacher, Miss. Misty Talent, asked as I walked back to the front of the room to greet the new student.

"Yes ma'am, I got it." I said as I smiled and turned to the new girl.

"Hello, my name is Haven." I smiled as I stuck out my hand to the girl.

"I'm Alice!" The girl chirped happily as she shook my hand in an excided manor.

The best way to describe Alice was pixie like, she was also extraordinarily beautiful. She had short cut brown hair with a red tint that I could see in the light. She had odd colored eyes; they were the color of honey, kind of like the flecks in my own blue eyes. There wasn't a blemish on her skin, though she was practically neon white. A smile graced her lips, and she gave off the impression that it was always there.

"Nice to meet you," I said as I looked over her designer clothes. Rich kid, I thought, she'd end up with my brother's crew.

"I really like your pants," She said as she stared at them oddly, "I've never seen any pattern like that."

I fidgeted slightly as she stared down at my skinny jean with a muscle pattern, they took forever to find, but I loved them, though everyone thought they were freaky, except Mason.

"Thanks," I said as I fidgeted with my The One Ring necklace.

"Miss. Kames has an exotic fashion scene." Miss. Talent smiled as she put some pages in a folder.

"Here you go Haven; this is a list of all Alice's projects, initial by one when you see her complete it. Turn it in every Friday so I can have it while grading her projects. If I'm not here bring to any of the other art teachers, they will also be helping me grade for we believe Miss. Cullen will be a great addition to the fashion program." She smiled kindly at the two of us.

"You may start now Miss. Cullen or you can go to lunch."

"I think I'll start now," Alice said happily.

She skipped to the back of the class where my things were and set up station. I walked back slowly to my station and pulled out my supplies and a large canvas and gazed at it, biting my lip as I thought about what I wanted to paint.

Might as well paint the real me… I thought as I took out a pencil and began to sketch myself with an arm wrapped around Phantom, he sitting up and myself crouching down.

Phantom sat tall and proud with his head up, his white hair long and neatly groomed, his golden eyes held intensity and pride and loyalty as he stared ahead. I was in a crouch, a smirk plastered on my face, a dangerous smirk. The other hand hung in the hair between my legs, and my arm was resting on my thigh. You could tell I was standing on the balls of my combat boots. My hair blew in a slight breeze and tattoos covered my arms. My button nose was perfectly placed and my large, almond shaped eyes would soon glow blue after I painted the scene.

"Who, you're super good," Alice commented as she gazed at my drawing.

"Do you always dress so darkly?" she asked innocently.

I laughed. "No." I responded as I chuckled.

"I have a large variety of what I like to wear, it depends on my mood. I'm a girl; I like to shop at Victoria Secret, I like to look cute. But I'm also a punk, and I'm also a nerd," I motioned to my necklace.

"Well it's nice to branch out in your fashion sense," she smiled. "Although you look good in black, I bet you'd look absolutely fabulous in purple or dark blue. Oh! Red!" she smiled as she assessed me.

"Your eyes would even make neon green look nice," she said as if in deep thought as she gazed at my blue eyes, "They're very pretty. The gold rimming your pupil matches my eyes actually," she giggled. "They even have gold flecks."

"Thanks," I said awkwardly as the bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch.

"Oh, this means my sister Bella should be here soon!" Alice cheered.

"You have siblings?" I asked as I began to pick out my paints.

"Well, adopted sisters. My family is complicated." She giggled.

"But my adopted parents are Esme and Carlisle. Bella is Esme's niece, her parents were in a car crash a year ago and she was the only one who could take Bella. Then there are Jasper and Rosalie, their twins Carlisle adopted when they were toddlers. Then there's Edward, also adopted, and then there's me." She smiled.

"It must be nice to have so many siblings. I only half a half-brother, Mason. He's the school Quarterback." I said as I began to paint the back ground fog.

"That really tall blond guy with the blond cheerleader?" she asked as she painted a stiletto heel on her canvas. One was standing up, the other was knocked over on a polished wood floor, the walls going up screamed ballroom. She was pretty good herself.

"Yeah, that's his girlfriend Blair, she's the cheer captain," I said as I looked at her.

"Is that a ball room?" I asked, intrigued.

"Yes," She beamed.

"It's lovely," I smiled kindly.

"Thank you," she giggled. "You and I are going to be great friends, I just know it." She smiled as she returned to painting.

I smiled lightly, I usually stayed away from people, I was anti-social and horrible in crowds, Phantom was the only creature that made me feel normal. Sure, Mason adored me and Blair was always nice, and I had the feeling she wanted to be my friend. It's just… I'm not very trusting. I don't fit in with my blond step-mother and step-brother, which I lived with because my father had been murdered a year ago. I had no idea where my birth mother was, so I was kind of… all alone really. But, Alice seemed different. She wanted to be my friend, straight off the bat, and she enjoyed painting and drawing! If you are into art, you are absolutely one-hundred percent ok with me.

"I can bet on that." I murmured.

"Hey, Alice" A low voice said. Both Alice and I looked up to see a pretty girl, but not Alice pretty, she was pale like Alice and had dark brown eyes and brown hair. She was pale like Alice and seemed to share the flawless skin. However, unlike Alice, she wore a simple pair of skinny jeans, a black tank top, black jacket and black knee high boots. It was simple, but it looked good on her.

"Hi Bella!" Alice squealed and turned to me.

"Haven, this is my adopted sister Bella, Bella this is Haven. She's my new friend and she's helping me take both art one and two at the same time so I can do all three fashion courses!" She cheered and I laughed.

"Hi Bella, it's nice to meet you." I said as I stuck out my hand.

"You to," She said and shook my hand, her hand, like Alice's was cold. Odd.

"Hey, Haven?" Alice asked as she looked at me with large eyes.

"Yes?" I asked as I cocked a brow.

"Would you like to come over later and work on some stuff with me? You could meet my whole family," she smiled.

"Sure," I smiled.

"Great!" she cheered.

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