BPOV

I entered the classroom and immediately felt his presence in the room. No, at first I didn't see him. I just felt his cold eyes glaring into my body. I shuddered as I felt it and turned my head to the classroom and saw him.

I was right. There was Edward Cullen, staring me down as if I was the devil itself in the flesh. Did I do something wrong to make him look at me that way?

I smiled politely at Angela as she walked over to take her seat. That's when I noticed that there was only one seat available in the classroom. Right next to him.

I gave my slip to Mr. Banner and took the last seat in the classroom. When I sat down he seemed to cringe away from me, inching as far away as possible. He was all the way at the other side of the table, sitting as far away on his chair, that I thought he would slip off at any second. But he didn't.

I looked down and brushed my hair to the side, creating a curtain between us. Did I smell bad? I casually turned my head and took a whiff of my hair. Strawberries, just like my favorite shampoo that I always use. So what was the problem?

Mr. Banner started his lesson and I peeked up every once in awhile, writing down casual notes to keep myself busy. Every once and awhile I would peek over at Edward wondering when he would give it up. I could feel his stares boring into me like daggers.

When I peeked at him I saw him staring at me. His black, cold eyes, showing no emotion what so ever. His right hand clutched the side of the desk so hard that his knuckles were turning whiter than his actual skin. If that was possible. His other hand was clutched on his knee, his knuckles showing the same as his right hand.

I peeked up at his eyes and wish I hadn't. He eyebrows were furrowed as if he was frustrated with me. What the hell had I done to him? I continued to look into his eyes, not being able to pull myself away when I saw something flicker across his face. Reason? An answer? What was he thinking?

I pulled my eyes away from his and locked them on my notebook in front of me. I quietly doodled along the edges, trying to keep myself busy. Trying to keep my mind off the man that sat less then 2 feet next to me. Did anyone else notice how he was looking at me?

I kept glancing through my hair a few times. Not at his eyes though, no. At his body. It was stiff, rigid. Unmoving. Was he even breathing? I wouldn't have time to find out.

The bell rang and I immediately stood up and gathered my book, shoving them in my bag. I could feel his eyes watch me as I got up and walk towards the door. One more period, Bella, One more period. I chanted to myself. Hoping I could get cheered by the idea. It seemed to work until I felt a presence behind me. The same presence that I felt when I entered the classroom.

"Bella?" His voice rang in a soothing tone. But there was an edge to it. A sort of growl, sneer to it. It wasn't entirely friendly, as he might have hoped for.

Reluctantly, I turned. His eyes were just as cold and black as before, but there was something different. His face seemed to be a bit smoother than before, as if he was trying to look presentable. But there was something else.

As I looked down his face I noticed what it was. The corner of his lips were brought up, in a different kind of smile. A cold smile. A predators smile.

I stepped back. His eyes flickered down to my feet, noticing every little movement I made. I wave of emotion blew through me.

Fear.

EPOV.

I smelled her before I saw her. And I knew that she would be coming in here. I could hear Angela's thoughts rambling on about Biology and Mr. Banner and useless things that weren't important at the moment. Nothing was important right now. Except that I had to get the hell out of here.

She walked into the room and stiffened. She knew I was in here. She knew that I was watching her. She knew.

I saw as she turned to look at me and confusion flushed her face. I knew she was afraid. I mean, who wouldn't be? I was her worst enemy. I was the predator here, and she was the prey.

It was crazy how much her blood appealed to me. It was indescribable. Unlike anything I have every smelled. Imagine how it would taste.

Stop it Edward. I continued to tell myself. I can't do this. I can't lose control. For Carlisle, for Carlisle.

She sat next to me and her hair slid along her shoulder, a dark curtain separating us. As soon as her hair brushed her clothes, it blew by me. Strawberries.

Why would this be happening to me? I hadn't made a mistake in over 50 years since I was reborn. And here she was, My own personal hell sitting less than 2 feet away from me. I obviously made a mistake somewhere. Because this, this was horrible.

I could see her eyes flickering over my hands. My clenched fists. This is what you're doing to me, Bella. Do you understand?

My eyes bore into her head, hoping that she'd get the message and get the hell out of here. She need to run. Even though if she did, I could still catch her. She wouldn't be able to run from me. Nobody in here could.

Maybe that's what I could do. I could take her away. I could taste her. But what about the witness'? Perhaps I could kill them as well. All within a minute they could all be dead and then I could savor the taste of beautiful Bella.

Or, maybe I could distract her away. Ask to help her to her next class. Ask her to join me for a cup of coffee. But what if she didn't come? No, She would come. Nobody would be able to resist me.

Her eyes flickered to mine and I stared into him. Her beautiful, big, brown, innocent eyes, stared in to mine. What did she see? A monster? I hormonal teenage? Her death?

She looked away. She should be afraid. It was understandable. I was afraid of her that's for sure. How could one little human have such power over me. Make me lose this much control? Now that, wasn't understandable.

I watched as she doodled, and took small peeks over at my body. Probably curious as to my statue-like form. I mean who wouldn't. I wasn't exactly acting human at the moment. Anyone observant would notice that.

I flickered through everyone's thoughts and nobody noticed my stance, except Bella. Poor, poor Bella. I need her. It was hard to deny it now.

The bell rang and I watched as she got up and gather her books, noticing me while she did. She walked towards the door. And I couldn't withstand it anymore. I'm sorry, Carlisle.

I picked up my stuff and faster than usual caught up with her. She froze. She knew I was here, She felt it. I knew she did.

"Bella?" I spoke, trying to keep my voice under control, thought I lost it on the edges. She probably could hear it too. In an attempt I brought the corners of my lips up into a smile. It wasn't good enough, I could see it in her eyes as she turned around and looked over my face. Oh, She noticed.

I saw the flash in her eyes and the fear burning behind them. She wanted to run, but she wouldn't, no, she couldn't. Not from me.

"Could you come with me for a second?" I asked politely, my eyes staring into hers, persuading her.

I could see her thoughts wander inside her head, as her choices piled up. Should she come ? OR should she walk away? Oh, she won't. I know she won't.

She would come.

A/N. Alright, here's my new story. The first chapter is kind of..eh...because it's pretty much my own rewritten part of the actual story. the next chapter things will start getting better. so review! : i want to see if this has potential or not. thanks.