Okay guys, this is my first fanfic so be gentle with the reviews. I really tried to capture the personalities of all characters that were excellently imagined by Stephanie Meyer. It's rated T so far but with later chapters I will eventually change the rating to M. I hope you like it.

Chapter One

Graduation was approaching but not fast enough for my taste. There was so much coming after that day. Graduation, although a momentous moment for humans, seemed insignificant all things considered. Sure, I'm still human and should be looking forward to finally receiving my diploma but due to the events of the last year, also known as Edward, I can't bring myself to get that excited over human experiences….well at least not this human experience. There was, however, another human experience that I would have absolutely no problem trying with the surprisingly moral vampire sitting beside me…

I'm watching the clock on the wall of my history class, willing the minute had to go faster. The class was a bit rowdy today. Having already completed our history final there wasn't anything left to do. The current job of my history teacher is to babysit a class of anxious seniors until the day of liberation comes. At first, our teacher tried to fill the time with a historical film but gave up when she realized that everyone was just going to talk, text, on pop in their headphones to tune out the sounds of FDR's speech. So now she just sat at her desk in the front of the class, a book perched in front of her face, and only looked up if the room got too noisy.

Finally I tore my eyes away from the clock, accepting I don't have the ability to speed up time. We still had a painful 10 minutes left. I sighed a quiet sigh. A sigh that no one would hear…no one except my super sensitive Edward who looked up from the sketch he was working in his notebook (a realistic and detailed rendering of the Eiffel Tower) and stared at me with concerned eyes.

"Everything okay love?"

I gently smiled and nodded. "Just a little bored."

"Try doing this for a hundred years." He uttered lowly with a small smirk painted on his beautiful full lips. I knew that Edward always caught me looking at his lips, or arms, or chest, or abs…I blushed as I tried to stop my thoughts from running away from me. "Your blush….so lovely."

I looked down at the old faux wood desk trying to shield my rosy cheeks with my hair. "Yeah I can't really imagine a hundred years of high school…but I could do it if you were at my side." I looked up into his eyes. They were soft…golden.

"Yeah, it actually hasn't been that bad for me this time around." He nudged me playfully, indicating I was the one who made his high school year better.

I glanced back up at the clock. Damn, only a minute had gone by. I sighed again.

"It seems almost cruel," I started, wanting to keep the conversation going. I loved just talking to Edward. Chatting with him without the prospect of the conversation turning to unpleasant or awkward subjects like my imminent change, the Volturi, or marriage. However, whenever I tried to just casually talk to him I usually ended up blabbering on and on. He made me nervous sometimes. I still wasn't use to the non-diverted attention and focus he would cast on me whenever I spoke. I was keenly aware that he paid attention to every word I spoke, every breath I took, every beat my heart made. "They keep us locked in a classroom with nothing to do so the school doesn't lose money. Force us to sit and watch movies to fill time when they can just say 'hey, we know you've taken your finals, we know you want to get out of here, we know we're just wasting your time, so just go!' I mean, there are so many other things we could be doing right now and I just don't understand…"

Edward had a full blown smile on his face now. He was looking directly into my eyes, successfully dazzling me into incoherency. How he manages to do that I will never know and will not try to figure out as long as he never stops doing it. I was sort of irked that he seemed to enjoy the fact that he could turn me into a blabbering idiot though. I wish had the ability to take his breath away.

We were both sitting at angles in our chairs, our knees brushing against each other in the middle of the aisle. For me, this miniscule amount of touching was extremely intimate but for Lauren who was sitting on top of some guys lap in the front of the classroom and Jessica who wouldn't go two minutes without running her hand through Mike's hair our knee brushing was elementary.

"What?"

"Your very cute when you rant. It's very attractive." I blushed at his words. "That and your blush…that blush will be the death of me." He said this as he slowly shook his head, pursing his lips together trying and failing to conceal a smile. But suddenly that soft smile turned to stone. He quickly glanced over his shoulder and then down, his white hands turned into fists on his lap.

I reached out and covered his icy fists with my hands, a look of concern plastered on my face. He was breathing a bit heavily, not enough for anyone else to notice but I definitely did.

"Edward, what's wrong?"

Edward raised his head and looked into my eyes, his expression immediately softening but there was still and edge there.

"Nothing." What a horrible lie…and usually he could fib like a pro.

"Tell me." I said. My voice firm but still a bit hesitant. Edward looked like he was debating on whether he should tell me the truth or not. He probably saw in my face that I wasn't going to let the subject die.

"Newton is bothering me. Him and Tyler both."

"Why? There on the opposite side of the room. They're just talking."

"Have you forgotten my special little gift?" He said this as he wriggled one of his hands away from my grasp and pointed to his head. Realization hit me.

"No, I haven't forgotten. What are they thinking?"

Edward quickly glanced over his shoulder again. He turned back to me with a look of disgust on his face. I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell me what was on their minds. He looked as if he was waiting for me to give up, to drop the subject. When he realized I was not about to accept a subject change he sighed, I believe I saw him roll his eyes but the movement was so fast it didn't exists. He answered.

"Inappropriate thoughts…" He said this through clenched teeth and I let out a small giggle, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. My Edward can be such a prude. The mere mention of sex leaves him trying to claw out of any room and run away as fast as he can to protect his pure mind.

"Really Edward?" I chuckled once more. "Shouldn't you be used to teenage boys' thoughts by now? I know you come from an age where you couldn't even say the word sex without people trying to bring in the priest to cleanse your soul but you've been around for some time. Doesn't everyone thing about it once in a while? Aren't you used to hearing…?"

"…about you." He finished.

That shut me up quite quickly. I didn't really know how to respond to that. Edward was looking at me, waiting for me to speak. I began to run through all the things I could say and what he would say in response, trying to choose my next words extremely carefully. Of course I could laugh it off which would calm him down a bit, I could act disgusted (which I kind of was) which would cause Edward to start planning their murders, or I could….A plan quickly started to form in my mind. A plan that, if successful would go extremely well in my favor, or if I failed would leave me feeling embarrassed and shy. Well, when do I not feel kind of embarrassed or shy in front of Edward? Might as well try out my plan.

"What kind of inappropriate thoughts?" I asked innocently, pretending I actually wanted to know what vile thoughts about me Mike and Tyler had swimming in their heads.

"Bella," he said sternly, "I think you know very well what kind of inappropriate thoughts they're having."

Damn, plan starting to backfire. How do I get back on track? Think Swan!

"No, not really. I don't know what they can be thinking to have gotten you that upset. You practically had steam coming out of your head." He chuckled at this. Good, lightening the mood a little. Loosening him up.

"I did not. They're just irritating me. It's difficult to 'hear' them thinking about you in a way…a way…I should…" He stuttered. This was strange. Edward did not stutter. He seemed a bit disheveled. He leaned back in his chair and ran his hands through his hair. I looked at the way the muscles rippled in his arms, silently thanking whatever entity convinced him to wear his snug gray t-shirt today.

"In a way…?" I urged.

He leaned forward a bit, placing his elbows on his knees. I scooted a bit closer to him as well, waiting for him to continue. He looked into my eyes, a small fire blazed behind his golden gaze.

"In a way I should only be thinking about you."

I pulled back a fraction of an inch in shock. His words repeated themselves in my head. 'A way I should only be thinking about you.' Whoa, does Edward think about me like that? Surely not my prim and proper Edward. Not my turn-of-the-century gentleman. Of course I have indulged myself in one or two fantasies. But I'm no turn of the century maiden. I'm a hot blooded 21st century girl who has an inhumanely gorgeous man in complete love with her. I was allowed a fantasy or two!

I recovered quickly, a small laugh escaping my lips. I had to play it cool, it was the only way to keep him talking.

"Come on Edward, they're allowed to let their minds wonder. You know I'm yours."

"I do, but apparently they don't. And you know what makes it worse?" He was speaking quickly now, uncensored thoughts streaming past his supple lips. "The fact that they could act out their fantasies if they wanted to."

That really stunned me. He must have noticed my shocked expression and he quickly spoke, explaining his hurried words.

"Well, I know realistically they can't act out their fantasies. They would need your permission which you would never give to them." He stopped there and gave me a questioning look. I realized he was waiting for me to confirm his assumption.

"Of course I would never allow them to…" I let my words hang in the air. This seemed to satisfy him so he continued speaking.

"It's more the fact that they could, I mean physically, carry out their fantasies without harming you. That it is so easy for them. All they need is a yes. Whereas…"

"Yeah?" I quickly whispered.

"I've already got my yes and I can't do anything." He paused. "I guess that's what irritates me the most." He chuckled darkly and reconsidered his statement. "Well, no. I really hate you being the star of their revolting fantasies just as much as the fact that I can't live out my own."

I let that all sink in. Was Edward admitting that he thought about me in 'inappropriate ways'? That thought sent a wave of warmth rushing through my body. I needed to keep him talking.

"Well, if your strength was not a factor, exactly what would my 'yes' permit your to do?" I said this in a whisper. He stared at me intently, eyes blazing. A small smirk painted on his statuesque face.

"I would…"

RRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG. The sound of the bell popped the intense bubble Edward and I had created. I jumped when I heard it. Luckily Edward was the only one to notice. Everyone else was simply grabbing there things and practically sprinted out the door. The last period of the day had just ended and everyone was a bit anxious to get out of class so they could enjoy their weekend. I, however, was irritated. I was so close to getting Edward to share some of his locked up thoughts. He always reprimanded me for hiding what I was thinking but he was always able to pull it out of me somehow. He had overdeveloped persuasion skills which left me disarmed. There were very few things he didn't know about me but I felt like there were millions of things I didn't know about him. It was only fair I get to hear some of the things he was thinking. I was so close…

Edward stood up and lent me a hand, swiftly pulling me to my feet. I looked at his face. His expression had changed. The seductive smirk he had only a few seconds ago was gone, replaced with a furrowed brow and full lips that were pressed together in a hard line. I was confused. I would never get used to his rapid mood swings. However, somehow I knew that his quick mood change had everything to do with me. I immediately felt guilty. I knew that this topic was sensitive too him yet I always had to push him. Now he was angry. So much for my plan to get him to open up a little more. And even worse, on top of feeling embarrassed and shy I was also feeling guilty, an emotion I hadn't counted on when I initially weighed the cons of my plan going astray.

I needed to correct this but I couldn't at the moment. There was too much commotion as people walked passed us in their rush for the door. I knew I wouldn't have him alone again until we were secluded in his car. That's when I would have the chance to apologize.

Even though he was angry, he still behaved as a perfect gentleman. This made me feel even more guilty. I deserved to be reprimanded, to have him tell me to stop pushing him. But he said nothing. He grabbed my bag and carried it out the door, firmly holding his free arm around my waist as we made our way out the door and to his car.

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