LOST & FOUND

CHAPTER 1

This is my second fanfiction. Please read and review.

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BPOV

I stared at him, taking in every bit of his perfection; he couldn't be human, could he?

But he was, human, no mind reader, or he'd have known that I'm truly madly deeply in love with him. Love; no, more like a crush… I corrected myself, blushing deeply. But a second glance was all it took for me to know that correction was unnecessary, I did love him. Truly, madly, deeply, unconditionally, and irrevocably.

"Hey, Bella," it's his voice, and I know I sound like an idiot but my heart just skipped a beat. Once more, and I would drop dead.

"Hey," I said, smiling and blushing at the same time. Being shy is a nice excuse to explain your untimely blushes.

He smiled and sat down next to me, and took out his books before turning to me. "You did the assignment?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, it's unnecessary, but still –" I blabber a lot when I'm nervous.

"Yep, it was, and boring," he added. I nodded my head in agreement.

"So who're you going with?"

"WHAT?" I choked on my own breath, going where, with whom?

"Who're you going with? You know, to the prom?" he made himself clear.

"Oh, prom. I – I, I don't think I'm going?"

"Why?" he asked.

"Well, um, I have to study," I lied.

"Duh! Liar. Don't give me these silly excuses?" he elbowed me.

"No, seriously, I'm not going," I said, "no reasons." I added hastily.

"Cullen, Swan, there's a class going on, do you mind paying attention or I could send you to detention for a cozy date!" Mr. Wills, the literature teacher billowed.

I blushed deeply at the word 'date', while Edward muttered under his breath.

I wish he were right, I was really on date with Edward Cullen, rather than be sitting here with him in a boring literature classroom where they discussed War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, one of my least favorite books, ever. Its not that Tolstoy sucks but the whole theme of his books, as in the Russian tragedy kind of creeps me out. The world is already a place full of misery and sorrows, and the last thing we need is books like Anna Karenina where the poor protagonist has to jump in front of a railway track and end her already miserable life in even more pain.

I wondered why Edward was asking me about the prom, was he going to ask me to prom? No, that was not going to happen, ever. Well, only in my dreams where he loves me the way I love him. I would need to ask Alice for advice.

I stole a glance at him, and then another and this is how I spent English literature and biology by visually stalking him every five seconds as if he were oxygen that I needed to survive, survive high school. Ha-ha, my joke!

I stealthily took out my cell phone and typed away, "He's asked me about the prom? Interpret!" and sent it to Alice, who I was sure would know what it meant, ad if not her, then her boyfriend Jasper, who was nothing if not glad to help damsels-in-distress. And this was how Alice had met Jasper, in the middle of a distress, well, not really a distress. But yeah, for Alice, it was an emergency, a life crisis. She couldn't decide between Stella McCartney and Marc Jacobs, and that was when Jasper became her knight, he told her to take both. Whoa! Problem solved and since that day in the mall, they've been together.

"He probably wants to take you to the prom" Alice texted back.

"You think so, he's taking Jessica!" I typed, hyperventilating at the very possibility f what Alice thought possible.

"Who told you that?" Alice texted me.

"I just hear –

"Swan, your cell phone, please," I looked up to see a very amused Mr. Wills smiling at me menacingly. I quickly shut my cell phone off and handed it to him.

"Thank you, and please, detention room, now!" he said before turning his back to me.

Edward gave me a weak I'm-so-sorry smile as I grabbed my backpack and left the classroom.

Thanks to my stupid crush, I got detention. For the first time in my whole school life, I got a detention.

Next chapter is the detention and the prom. Woohooo!