Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. If I did, I'd be living in some sort of tropical paradise with my girls.

A/N: Ok, so this is my attempt at a drabble. I know there may be some questions as to whose POV this is, but therein lies the mystery of the story. I won't be telling you who is with who, or who the narrator is (yes it will all be in the same POV the whole way through) but I will be leaving little hints along the way so feel free to guess as you read. I promise everything will be revealed at the end.

Thanks to my twifey theonlykyla for all her help with naming this story. I envy you and your awesome brainstorming abilities. You need to bottle that ability and sell it, cause you'll make a fortune off it. Love ya babe!

Massy, thanks for cracking the whip. I promise I'm getting to work on more of this as we speak.

It's the start of senior year at UW and the first day of the last class I need to complete my major. I guess that's why I was a little miffed that the professor decided that our grade would be determined by a group project we'd be working on all semester. I didn't like the idea of my grade being dependent on how competent other people are. Group projects never work, there's always at least one slacker and one person who gets stuck doing all the work while everyone gets credit. That person is usually me.

The professor already posted the group lists around the room, so I get up to go find who I'll be having to work with, hoping they all have at least half a brain. Walking around, I see the card with the names Alice Brandon, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Emmett McCarty, Isabella Swan, and Jasper Whitlock written on it. So this is my group…well at least they all look competent. I know I probably sound stuck up and conceited, but I have a perfect GPA, I don't want it ruined because some jackass couldn't pull their own weight.

I grab a seat by where my group is supposed to meet, and I watch as the last member of our group makes their way over. That's when I'm caught off guard. I wasn't prepared for this. The smile, the laugh…they are absolutely gorgeous and just enough to make me forget the train wreck of a break up I went through at the beginning of last semester.

Introductions are made, and the two of us make eye contact, I'm given another smile that could quite literally light up the room. It's enough to make me blush slightly anyway. I smile back and can't help but think that maybe this group project won't be so bad after all.

A/N: Ok so leave me a review and let me know what you think. There is no set update schedule for this but I promise it will be frequent, with at least one to two per day.