Disclaimer: Sadly I don't One Tree Hill I simply like to play with it's characters. And the few lines quoted belong to Stephenie Meyer.

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8:46

I sighed as my eyes drifted again to the clock that hung above the old oak door of my History classroom.

Could this day go by any slower? I felt a low grunt sound from the back of my throat as the hands on the clock seemed to slow just a little. Tormenting slow.

Moving my gaze to the side I watched the boy who sat in the desk next to mine as he fought to keep his eyes open, I couldn't blame him, Mr. Harris' class had to be the most boring one out of them all.

I only took it because it was a sure pass, paid no attention to the actual class, he only liked the sound of his own voice.

I looked back at the clock.

8:47

I felt angry tears prick at the back of my eyes, I just wanted to get out of here.

Making sure Mr. Harris wasn't looking at me I went into my old slightly tatty school bag and took out my copy of 'Twilight' the pages were crumpled and bent, the cover was clinging on for dear life. Flipping it open I skimmed over the words, I'd read it so many times I could recite it. I laughed quietly.

Reading over the faded black lines my lips twitched ever so slightly.

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…"

I sighed, but this time it wasn't one of boredom or impatience.

Looking out of the window I watched the tiny snowflakes drift down from the sky and fall to the ground, leaving a light layer of soft white in there path.

Why couldn't I find my Edward?

I laughed at the idiocy of my question, I hardly had any freaking friends how the hell did I expect myself to find a boyfriend?

8:53

The answer was simple really, Edward was perfect, in every way and he loved Bella unconditionally and was willing to be in pain to simply be with her, or to hurt himself to keep her safe.

He was a fictional character.

No man was that perfect in real life.

It was simply impossible.

Little did I know how wrong I was.

Little did I know, on that cold October morning my very own Edward Cullen was pulling up outside right as I was yet lost in the faded pages of my book.

But he was much more than I could have ever anticipated.

'What a stupid lamb.'