A/N I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. The only thing I own is the plot. Thank you for reading and please review!!
EPOV
Her name was Isabella Swan. She was the most perfect girl I had ever seen. She had the deepest chocolate brown eyes I'd ever seen. The most luxurious brown hair. Hair that I would mind wrapping my hands in as I kissed her fucking senseless. She was a fucking tiny thing though, I would have to be very careful with her. But in order for me to be careful with her, I would first be on fucking speaking terms with her. Unfortunately the opportunity had never presented itself. Who the fuck was I kidding? I was too fucking scared to talk to her! She was walking perfection and every day I let her walk right damn by me, never uttering a single fucking word to her. Not even a mother fucking hello. Damn I was an idiot. Every day I sat next to her in class and hadn't even fucking introduced myself. She had the first day we sat down. She had given me that timid, sweet as all hell smile before telling me that her name was Isabella Swan. She had the sweetest fucking voice, it hit me like a fucking house falling on a wicked witch. And then I fucked it all up.
I just stared at her like a fucking jackass. I was so shocked by her delicate beauty that I just sat there. Like. A. Fucking. Jackass. Her smile quickly faded and she turned to listen to our professor. She never fucking looked at me again. Every day for the last fucking week she came in, sat down and stared straight ahead. God, I was a prick. I was too fucking embarrassed to apologize for my behavior on that first awful day. So I just let her sit next to me and never once tried to strike up a conversation. I mentally kicked myself in the ass every fucking day. But I never got up the nerve to say anything to her. Not once. Like I said, I'm a jackass. She probably fucking hated me for ignoring her that first day. Or thought I hated her. Or that I was mentally challenged. Damn it! It was time to fucking man up and speak to the damn girl.
"Hi." Fucking awesome. I wait how fucking long to speak to her and all I can think to say is hi? Talk about your fucking anticlimactic moment. But at least she was fucking looking at me. Even if she was staring like I had suddenly sprouted a second fucking head.
"Hi" She even fucking answered me! I was silently fucking crowing to myself all because this chick and said hi back to me. God I was a fucking loser.
"I'm Edward Cullen, sorry I was so rude to you earlier; I just wasn't expecting such a pretty girl to sit next to me." That was good, sounded confident and flirty. Don't let her fucking see how your stomach flutters when she looks at you. Play it cool, like she's just another fucking girl.
She kind of looked me up and down before proclaiming, "It's fine don't worry about it." God she was fucking pretty. I found myself watching her lips move and wanting her to keep talking. I was fucking imagining all the things I'd love to do to her lips. Like kissing them softly in the fucking rain. How fucking mushy was that? This chick was just so fucking amazing and I barely even knew her. I just knew that I wanted to be next to her. I wanted to know everything about her, what made her happy, what made her sad, what she was thinking when she bit her fucking lip. God I was turning into a girl but I didn't care. She was perfection itself!
We talked a little bit throughout the hour. Mainly about the class, nothing really personal. I asked her what she was majoring in. English seemed like an odd choice for her until I got a vivid mental picture of her curled up next to a fireplace with a book in her hands. She looked fucking adorable as all hell. She was twenty years old. She seemed almost shocked when I told her that I was only twenty-two. Fuck I knew I looked older but not that much fucking older! She had grown up in Forks, Washington but yet she didn't like the rain; which was fucking ironic. She loved the warmer and drier weather of Phoenix, she said it was a nice change from Forks. Her parents were divorced and her mom lived in Florida, while her dad was still in Forks. I hung on her every word like a love-sick puppy dog. I answered her questions and kept asking about stuff because I fucking loved the way she talked.
She seemed friendly but there was something on her mind. I wanted to fucking ask her what but it didn't want to come across as nosy. If I had fucking talked to her that first day I might've been able to ask her what was wrong and receive an honest answer. But on the first day of being on speaking terms I highly fucking doubted she would tell me what was putting the shadow in her gorgeous eyes. As I was thinking about it, I noticed that she had started to gather up her books. Well fuck the class was over. Before she could get up and walk away I blurted, "Would you like to uh, grab some lunch or something?"
She kind of smiled sadly and I knew I was fucked. I had fucking blown it. She thought I was a fucking mental case. I was such a jackass!!
"I'm sorry Edward; but I'm meeting my boyfriend, James." And just like that my perfect fucking girl walked away.