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I jolt out of my seat as the bell rings for 4th period. I hurry to gather up my stuff before I'm late. I trudge out of the room, and almost trip over the carpet. I sigh, shake my head, and walk down the hall as a familiar voice calls to me.
"Bella! Hey Bella! Wait up!" Alice yells across the hallway. I turn around and have to duck out of the way as a senior plows by me.
"Hey Al, how goes it?" I say as Alice catches up, and falls into step beside me.
"Oh, you know, same old, same old. Quiet ride to school, boring classes, hot guy who totally digs me…" she trails off, glancing at me slyly. I stop to look at her, gasping.
"Who?!?" My eyes are just as wide as my grin as I watch Alice blush.
"Well, he's new…and his name's Dylan…and he's a senior…and he was just flirting with me in French class!!!" She almost yells the last part. I laugh, and we start walking again.
"Okay, so when do I get to meet Mr. Dylan?" I ask, grinning.
"Tomorrow! I told him he just had to come to the play!" She giggles. I'm about to giggle along with her as the bell rings.
"I'll talk to you later Al!" I say, laughing as we go separate ways to our next classes.
I slide into my seat just in time. Yes, I am late, but our teacher gets there about 5 seconds after I do, so no harm done. Mr. Munoz walks in with his usual attitude. Sad, lost, depressed, whatever you want to call it. He has on dark blue trousers with a white shirt, and a tie that looks mysteriously mustard-stained. He is quite young for a teacher. I would say late 20's maybe early 30's. He has dark brown hair, and light brown eyes. He tosses his briefcase onto his desk, and sits in a chair at the front of the room.
"Alright people, let's get our books out. You were supposed to have read 'till chapter 8. May I ask how many did?" He looks around the classroom to see who has their hands up. 5 people, including me. He frowns, and simply shakes his head. "Okay, you hav-" he began to say at the same moment that a knock sounds on the door. It's comical how everyone's heads turn to the door at exactly the same moment, but then again mine is one of them. The door opens and a man steps in. He has the strangest hair, is the first thing I think. It is almost bronze, a sort of reddish brown. He's tall and lithe, his gait elegant, and his body toned and sculpted subtly. "Ah yes, our new student. Mr.…?" Mr. Munoz trails off, waving his hand for the guy to fill in the blank.
"Edward Masen, sir," he replies. His voice sets my ears ringing and my heart pounding. It's deep, and husky; not to mention his slight English accent. Mr. Munoz nods, and waves his hand for him to sit in a seat. I look around just as Edward does. The only open seat is next to me. He walks down the aisle between seats and slides into the seat only a few feet away from mine. I can feel his presence, but it's not exactly heat. It's a sort of tingling in my skin. I shake my head slightly to clear it. This is ridiculous, I barely know this Edward! As soon as I think of him, he turns to look at me, as if he knew I was thinking about him, and then extends his hand. I notice that Edward's eyes are green, and they set off his hair like autumn leaves on the grass.
"Hi, I'm Edward," he says. I nod, and smile.
"Hey, my name's Bella," I reply, extending my hand to shake his. My hand touches his and I feel a sort of zing between our skin. I pull away abruptly, and stare at my hand. What is going on? I lean back in my seat, and look over to see the same look of confusion on Edward's face. He looks over at me, shrugs, and turns away. I notice something different about his eyes before he looks away from me. As if they've become harder; no longer open, and friendly, but closed off, and cold. It shocks me a little, and it stings a little too. It is not my fault if there's something weird going on between us. I turn away as well, and try to concentrate on the breakdown of Romeo and Juliet Mr. Munoz is giving us. I look right at him, and I can see his lips moving, but I don't hear any sound. It's like the whole world has been silenced. All I hear is a strange humming. I look over at Edward, and find he's also looking at me. The strangest part of all is that I feel…connected to him. As if there is some kind of force pulling us together. I shake my head again to clear it. All the noises in the classroom come back as if I've just turned up the volume on a T.V. I jump in my seat a little and then relax, and at the same moment the bell rings efficiently scaring me again. I sigh as I see people snigger as they walk out of class, and pick up my books.
I walk to my locker, and see that Alice is already there waiting for me. I give a weird sort of wave, and proceed to open my locker.
"What's wrong?" Alice asks. I sigh, dump my books in my locker, and get out my lunch.
"Just this new guy in my English class. He's really ticking me off. Not to mention totally hot complete with an English accent, and the weirdest, most perfect hair ever," I ramble as we walk to lunch.
"Mmm, sounds like your type," Alice replies. I groan a little, and stop walking, causing us to get bumped by people walking through the halls. After two years here, you would think I'd know not to stop in the halls in between periods.
"Oh Al, don't get started again," I say, pulling as out of the crowd to lean on some lockers.
"What? I didn't say anything about how you always fall for guys that hurt you and then leave," she says while she widens her eyes. That face would have fooled me had I not known her since I was 2.
"No, I do not," I say, already knowing that I do. I just shake my head, signaling that I don't want to talk about this anymore. Thankfully she gets the signal, and drops it. This Dylan must be something special if he can get Alice to shut up. I nod to her, and wave as she goes off into the lunch line, and I go to pick out a table. I pick one right in the middle of the commons, and sit down pulling out my ham sandwich, and a bottle of water. I unwrap the sandwich, and am just about to bite into it when someone walks up to my table.
"Excuse me, but could I sit here?" I look up to see Edward Masen's bright green eyes looking down at me. My mouth won't move so I just nod and smile. He smiles right back, and sits directly across from me. I sit there, as he pulls out his own lunch consisting of a sandwich, and some kind of red energy drink, doing nothing but looking him over while I eat.
His eyes are once again open, and friendly. His skin fair, but with enough pink in it that it isn't pale. His hair once again catches my attention, and I notice that it is even more interesting than what I had observed earlier. It is reddish brown, the strange bronze-like color, but with a blend of other colors as well. There are some hints of black, and a few splashes of brown, and even some small dashes of blonde.
My attention snaps away from his hair as I see Alice walking to our table with an amused expression, and a stray boy in tow. I raise my eyebrows as if to say, 'is that him?' and she winks as if to say 'what'd you think?' I just grin, and look down at my sandwich and back up to her. Only her, and I know that I am nodding. Her own smile widens into a grin as she reaches the table.
"Well who do we have here?" Alice asks coyly as she sits next to me, and motions for Dylan to sit across from her.
"Well I might ask you the same question," I reply before adding, "Alice, this is Edward Masen. Edward, this is Alice Brandon." I wave my hand back and forth between the two as they shake hands, and then motion towards Dylan.
"Bella, this is Dylan Hale. Dylan, this is Bella Swan," Alice says, looking at the both of us as we simply nod towards each other. The rest of lunch passes in a blur of conversation that I don't take part in. I concentrate on my lunch, and then my classes. Before I know it I'm at home, and the only thing I remember from the entire day is that, from 4th period to 7th, Edward Masen is in every single one of my classes.