A/N: Hey guys, guess what? I got an idea and it turned into this. I hope you like it. Sorry again to those of you who were way into my other stories, A Shocking Surprise and The First Day of School. Special thanks to all my reviewers and people who add me and my stories to their story alerts, fave authors, fave stories and author alerts! :)

Disclaimer: Sorry to Stephenie Meyer; I've been forgetting disclaimer. Here it is:

Me: Hey! Hey! Guess what!

Random Friend: What?

Me: Guess what I got for my birthday!

Random Friend: What?

Me: EDWARD FREAKING CULLEN! EEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Random Friend: No you didn't.

Me: Yes I did.

Random Friend: You know how I know you didn't?

Me: No. How?

Random Friend: Stephenie Meyer is coming our way in a tank and she looks PISSED.

Me: Hey, umm, I all of a sudden have to go on a family vacation with my parents.

Random Friend: Where?

Me: Umm, I don't know; just somewhere very far away! Bye!

A Bad Girl

I rolled over on my bed and turned off my annoying alarm clock. I sighed. Much better. I sat up and looked around my dark room. It should be a crime to have to get up this early in the morning. But that's high school for you.

I got up and went into my private bathroom to shower. The warm water woke me up a bit as I let it run over my face. I washed my hair with my favorite strawberry shampoo and turned the water off. I threw on a black fluffy robe and stood in front of my closet. Hmm. Most of my clothes were dark. Don't get me wrong. I'm not goth. Doesn't mean I don't like some of the looks though.

Eventually I decided on a red plaid miniskirt, fishnets that only went up to my thighs and a black tank-top that said: Vampires Love You Forever, in big silver letters on the front. I put my vampire fangs necklace around my neck and kneeled down to look under my bed for my black boots with the small spiked heels. I found them and pulled them on, then went back into the bathroom. The mirror wasn't fogged up anymore and I could see my reflection. My hair was still slightly wet, but cascaded down my back in thick voluminous tendrils. It was so dark that it looked almost black against my pale skin, but in actuality, it was really brown. I'd never really been one for makeup so all I put on was some chap-stick. I didn't put on any mascara, no eye-shadow, no blush. Oh, my gosh, definitely no blush. Lord knew I already blushed too much as it was. If I was ever slightly embarrassed, I blushed, If I was angry, I blushed, If I was ever remotely upset, I blushed. It was really the only part of me that I really hated. It's so much harder to hide your feelings on some matters when the face broadcasts them live to everyone. Huffing angrily at myself in the mirror, I turned away and put on a fitted black hoodie, grabbed my backpack and went down the stairs and outside to my truck. It was really old, but I'd given it a new paint job and glossed it up a bit. Sure it didn't run great and wasn't very fast, but I loved it just the same. In fact, I was planning on fixing it up under the hood later on this month.

My dad, Charlie was already gone to work; he was the chief of Forks' police force and always got to work early.

"Criminals never sleep in late, Bells," He always said. "And neither do we." It was kind of cheesy, I'll admit, but it was one of the things I loved about my father. My mother had died when I was about seven and he was all I had left.

I pulled into the school parking lot, grabbed my bag and got out of the car. It was one of those rare sunny days and the sunlight brought out some of the streaks of red in my hair; I could see one of them out of the corner of my eyes. I put my bag over my shoulder and started towards the school.

Before I could reach the doors, though, my path was blocked by a familiar and very much dreaded shadow: Mike Newton. He just couldn't take a hit, even when he was force-fed one.

"Hey Bella!" He said cheerily. Ick, cheer. Even when it came from a person who knew how to use it sparingly I didn't like it at the best of times.

"Mike." I acknowledged him coldly. He ignored my lack of enthusiasm in his presence and went on like we were getting ready to be the top couple at the school, the ones whom everyone envied and loved. We weren't.

"Bells, Bells, Bells. Let's face it. We both know you love me. So what do you say we ditch this place and find somewhere to get to know each other a bit better, eh?"

I was the only girl, or rather should I say, good-looking girl he hadn't messed around with. Funny how he thought I could love anyone at this school, much less him.

"Mike, the only part of me that you will ever get to know personally, is my foot up your—"

"Now, now, Bella. Pretty ladies shouldn't be so cold. It's unbecoming." We were in the school now, and he was behind me as I stopped at my locker. I felt his hand on my butt and start to slide lower to go under my skirt. I whipped around and fast as a snake, grabbed his wrist and yanked it up.

"Unless you want to lose this, you should remember that I do not like to be touched in any way, by idiots like you. Understand?" My voice was honey poured over ice-shards and my eyes were narrowed to slits. Mike went red and slammed his fist against the locker by my head.

"Listen here, you little bitc—"

"HEY!" A voice that brought up images of roses and sunlight and red velvet in my mind interrupted angrily. It was a voice I had never heard before in my life and one that I could have listened to for forever and more.

I turned to see the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. His eyes were deep, shining emeralds, and his hair was a most unique and wonderful shade of bronze, almost red, but still golden. His body was lithe and muscular, but slender, like he was strong, but just not a body builder. His skin was ivory and smooth, his lips, full and soft looking. And now he looked furious. Like he really, really wanted to snap Mike in half over his knee. I was very familiar with that feeling and empathized with him.

"What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?" He was looking at Mike with cold, controlled hatred as he moved closer. Meanwhile I had been cool, calm, and collected the way I always was when things like this happened. And believed me, they happened often enough. I was evaluating my options. Hmm. Mike's legs were braced far apart, just begging me to make sure he could never ever have children in his life. And I'd probably be doing his poor future children a favor if I eliminated any chance they had of being born, but I did enjoy fighting and didn't want the battle to end before it began.

"It's okay," I told the boy. "I've got this." I grabbed one of Mike's arms, and in one quick move, had it behind his back in a lock. He cried out in pain as he tried to get free and hurt himself more as he struggled.

"What are you doing?" The boy asked me, not in an upset way, or worried, but more like genuine curiosity.

"I like to play with my food before I eat it." I answered as I pulled on Mike's arm, making him scream. The boy started to look a little alarmed and moved towards me.

"Careful, you might break his arm."

I stared at him from under my lashes. "Touch me, and I will break it." I heard Mike's sharp intake of breath and turned a grin that I knew was half dangerous and half cold on him. "Come on, Mike. Beg him not to come closer," I pulled his arm again and he yelped. "I don't want to have to break your arm. Alright I'm lying, the truth is I really do want to break it. Now beg."

"Please, please don't come closer! PLEASE!" The other boy hesitated. "She'll do it, man! She's not kidding! Don't come closer!" The boy stopped and I smiled.

"Thankyou." I said politely to the boy. "Now apologize." I said to Mike, my voice hard.

"I-I-I'm so sorry. I-I-I didn't mean any of it, okay? I promise."

"Aaaaannnd?" I prompted.

"And I'll never do it again."

"Why?"

"B-b-because you're the Ice Princess, untouchable and cold."

"Hm, not really what I was going for but it'll work." I let go of his arm, then quickly danced in front of him and kicked him in the crotch. While he doubled over moaning, I turned to my would-be savior. "And what's your name, guy I don't remember meeting?"

"I'm Edward. I just moved here with my family yesterday and that right there, that was something. What's you're name?"

"I'm the Ice Princess." And I turned and walked away. Hmm, Edward, probably like every other idiot of a boy, but still, he might turn out to be different. It was worth a shot, right?