Wahoo! My first twilight fanfic. I apologize for any spelling errors, and the first few paragraphs. I couldn't seem to get the wording right. I could really use a beta. Anyways, enjoy! Oh – and always review!

All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, the creator of our beautiful Edward. All others belong to me, Unwritten.

The rain continued in a torrential downpour as I pulled my car into a vacant spot in the parking lot of a church next to the high school. Of course it was raining on the one day I missed my bus, leaving me to take my car to school and park at the church, a long walk from my school and the regular parking lot in which I had no spot.

I pulled out my umbrella, grabbed my backpack and paused with my hand on the door handle, readying myself for what was to come. After a short mental pep talk I opened the door and took out my umbrella only to have it torn out of my hand by the wind. Crap. I pulled my hood over my head, though it didn't really matter considering I was already soaked.

Tripping through a puddle I righted myself and checked my watch, two minutes until I would be late. I looked hastily around before crossing the street and was halfway across when a bright light made me turn. A scream erupted from me as a car swerved, inches from me. The car continued to fly down the street and into the schools parking lot, disappearing behind the large brick building. It was a moment before I caught my breath and managed to make my feet move. My heart was pounding - not from the exhausting climb up the hill to our school - but from my near encounter with death.

Maniac driver, I thought. It seems no one can drive a car these days. When I finally walked into school the late bell rang, and I went to receive a late slip from the attendance office. I squeaked up to the front office and glanced in the windowed room. The principal was talking to three students, of which I could only see their backs. I slowed as I walked farther down the hall, and then stopped all together.

The three students, two boys and one girl, were all devastatingly beautiful with porcelain skin and perfect features. The girl had a body any ballerina would kill for and short, pixie like hair. The older boy was tall with shaggy brown hair and a handsome face, but it was the younger one who caught my eye. He looked as if he had just stepped out of a magazine, a Greek god for our Greek school. I could have stared at that face forever, but I forced myself to move on. No reason to be later than I already was.

I turned into the attendance office where a lady sat behind a large computer screen. I rapped my fingers on the counter to get her attention, and she looked up with a frown on my face. "Oh my, have you been swimming this morning?"

"Huh?" I was utterly confused, but that didn't last long as a drop of water rolled down the back of my neck, reminding me I was soaked. Oh that. "I enjoy a refreshing dip each morning before school, clothes and all."

The woman frowned and thrust a late slip in my direction. Giving her the sweetest smile I could manage I skipped out, but slipped on the tile floor and landed on my bum. I heard a giggle behind me and turned to see Ms. Have-You-Been-Swimming woman laughing before ducking behind her computer. Groaning I pushed myself back to my feet, caught sight of my reflection in the window, and almost fell over again. I looked like a drowned cat. This was just wonderful.

By third period I was almost dry, left with damp jeans and frizzy hair. I was no longer earning stares for dripping water, in fact no one noticed me at all. That was fine by me. No one, that is, except the figure who appeared by my locker as I wrestled to extract my history book.

"I'm sorry if I scared you this morning, with my car. I was in a hurry and my-"

"If you scared me?" I interrupted, shoving my lunch into my backpack. "Of course you scared me! You almost killed me!" I slammed my locker door and turned to look at my would be killer to continue telling him off. But the words stuck in my throat. I was looking at the gorgeous face of the younger boy I had seen in the front office that morning. His bronze hair framed his face, a perfectly sculpted face with dazzling topaz eyes.

"I did not almost kill you. You jumped out into the street. For all I know you could have been trying to get yourself killed." He was calm, the corners of his mouth turning up to become a smirk.

"That's absurd!" Beautiful face aside – he was wrong. "I looked to make sure there were no cars coming before I set one foot on asphalt." I was now hurrying to my class with him easily keeping pace. "Your car came out of nowhere, flying down the street definitely over the speed limit." I looked straight ahead trying desperately not to look at his face. Too bad, I looked. I tried my best to glare at him, but those eyes were so distracting.

He smirked at my sad attempt and said, "Let me make it up to you by giving you a ride down to your car after school."

"No thanks." Perfect or not there was no way I was getting into a car with someone who almost killed me. I turned to enter my classroom but hearing my name I paused and looked back. Those dazzling topaz eyes bored into mine and all thoughts left my head.

"I'll take you to your care after school," He repeated, his voice deep and silky. My mind was curiously blank except for a quiet whisper telling me to agree. Yet something didn't feel right.

"I uh-" At that moment the bell range, causing him to turn his eyes from mine. I was freed. "No." I hurried away from him and into class, my mind fuzzy. U.S. History was a blur, I couldn't seem to focus. All this because of one guy? Okay, so he was an incredibly hot guy perfect in every way - but honestly, he had almost killed me.

My thoughts still lingered on the boy who had argued with me earlier as I met my friends for lunch. He had known my name, yet I didn't remember telling him. He must've overheard someone else say it. I had ditched my friends to argue with him, one of them must have called to me.

"Tate! Who was that guy you walked to U.S. with? He was so hot!" Megan looked expectantly at me, obviously wanting details. She was also probably wondering how boring old me scored a hot guy. She didn't have to worry; he was definitely not interested in me.

"He almost killed me this morning."

"What?" Megan and Ashley (Megan's best friend) yelled in unison.

"I was almost run over as I walked to school in the pouring rain this morning, which is why I was dripping water earlier and the reason for my wet hair."

"I'm sure he didn't mean to almost hit you." Ashley told me, looking to Megan for confirmation. No, of course the hot guy was never to blame. Megan nodded and put a hand on my shoulder, steering me to the hall we ate lunch in.

"Yes, you probably weren't paying attention. You did say you were late this morning. Did you find out his name?"

"No."

"Good. I will." Megan broke away from me and Ashley and confidently strode down the hallway where my almost murderer and the other two beautiful beings sat. They sat alone along the wall in the hallway, quiet, with stony expressions watching students walk to and from classes. The bell hadn't rung yet, and students were making their way to class, the courtyard, or the cafeteria. Megan walked right through the crowd and stopped in front of the one with the bronze hair and flashed her best smile. The smile faltered though when he turned his topaz eyes on her - eyes that exuded hate? Or was that disgust? I t was hard to tell. Whatever it was he didn't look happy.

"I'm Megan, school class vice-president. Welcome to Ridgefield." Could she be anymore fake? "And you are?"

He smiled, his mean/disgusted look gone in an instant, replaced by an innocent gaze and almost mocking smile. "I'm Edward. This is my sister Alice, and that's Jasper." Edward pointed to the girl first, then the guy.

Megan glanced at each in turn smiling at them, and then turned back to Edward. "Nice to meet you. Would you like to have lunch with my friends and me? We could introduce you to some people so you can get to know a bit of our student body."

Edward shook his head, still smiling. "That's alright; we're quite capable on our own."

Megan looked disappointed. "Oh, okay. If you ever need anything, just ask." She turned and walked back to Ashley and me. I was shocked – she had never given up that easily on any guy. I turned to inspect this Edward trying to figure out what had turned her off. Did he have bad teeth? At that moment the door to the courtyard was opened sending a gust of air into the hall and blowing my hair into my face. I tucked my hair behind my ear and saw Edward had gone stiff, his expression hard and cold. My heart jumped and started racing, his expression was almost animal like – a hunter staring down his prey. For a moment our eyes were locked onto one another and I felt frozen – unable to move underneath his intense gaze. Then Alice put a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head, releasing me. I turned and stumbled after Ashley and Megan, once again confused about the mysterious Edward.