I Probably Shouldn't Be This Way

Chapter 1

"Come on slow poke!" I shouted to James, "We're going to be late for class!"

James Westford was my boyfriend and we were madly in love. He had longish brown hair, tanned skin, and when he smiled it made my heart flutter. His face was rugged and beautiful, with his high cheek bones and beautiful brown eyes. His eyes had always reminded me of my grandmother's. I think that was one of the reasons I found them so delightful.

"I'm coming Esme." He smiled, it lightly touched his eyes… and of course my heart sprang to life in my chest. I knew I was in love but I never really realized why my heart did that. It made me happy so I tried not to question it. But still I wondered.

We needed to run. I was NOT going to be late for my first day as a Junior at Forks High School. If I was my father would surely kill me.

He smiled, "I love you."

That cought me off guard; but none the less I replied, "I Love you too."

"That doesn't count for much. You love everything!" he joked.

"But I love you more than anything." I corrected.

James grinned, "And I you." He softly kissed me in the rare sunlight of this dreary little town. This boring little town that James and I would move away from when we I turned eight-teen. That would be in two years. For our relationship, I would leave the only place I have ever known and go to a new town and live with James forever. I knew I would be scared in that alien planet, until he wrapped his arms protectively around me.

As I was dragged from my thoughts, we walked into the office to collect our schedules. Having only two classes together we were unhappy. I would probably be in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

Right when we were leaving the office a strange boy I had never seen before walked into the workplace. He was perhaps the most beautiful human I had ever seen, with his wavy blonde hair, handsome face, and blue eyes. He looked like an Abercrombie model.

The good-looking boy gave the lady at the front desk, Miss. Heart, a warm smiled. "Hello, I'm the new student." He smiled politely.

"Ah… Carlisle Cullen the preacher's son," she answered placing a schedule and a map of the complicated school in his hand.

Normally, if I met a man better looking than my James, I would think of him as snide. Don't get me wrong, I loved everybody, but most attractive men were one of three: perverted, self conceited, or unpleasant. Strangely enough, I didn't feel this emotion towards him.

To be honest, I felt a twinge of pity for Carlisle. Being the new kid, he was bound to get a lot of attention and his male model looks weren't going to help him at all.

"Esme," Mrs. Heart directed me, "What is your first class?"

I scrambled to look at my schedule before answering, "Mrs. Wills, Trig."

She smiled, "Mr. Cullen seems to have her to. Would you mind showing him the way?"

"Not at all, "I replied sadly realizing I would get no hallway time now.

Carlisle walked towards me with his hand extended, "Carlisle Adam Cullen."

I took his hand in mine. He had a firm grip. "Esme Lean Aryans."

"Nice to meet you Esme." He placed a chaste kiss on my hand. If James could have, I'm sure he would have growled.

I could feel the tension in the air as James and Carlisle sat on opposite sides of me in Trig. This has got to be over soon!I thought dramatically. The two males beside me kept exchanging sinister glances at each other. Why can't we just cook up a big pot of love?

"Can I borrow a pencil?" James asked sweetly. His voice didn't reflect his face. His face looked so strained as he stared at the other young man sitting to my left.

Handing him the pencil I smiled, "Of course."

"In conclusion, 'X' equals 'C' times 'B' times 6." Miss. Wills gave the answer to a very complex problem. Even I couldn't understand.

Carlisle raised his hand.

"Yes Carlisle, do you have a question?" the teachers asked. You could tell she was excited that a student understood enough to even ask a question.

"No, Actually I was going to point out that the true answer 'X' times 'C' times 'B' equals 6. So really you could only assume what 'X' equals." He corrected. It was then that I noticed the slight British accent he held. It was really quite attractive.

"That can't be right. I haven't gotten a problem wrong in all my seven years of teaching…" she mumbled to her self; but none the less checked her problem.

Carlisle nodded assure of himself.

Sadly, she corrected herself, "Until today. Congratulations Carlisle."

The blonde beside me smiled smugly. I myself resisted the urge to role my eyes at his complacency.

Ring

At first I thought the bell had saved me; due to my luck Carlisle caught me before I could get out the door.

"Who do you have next period?" he had a striking smile…

Once again shuffling through my bag for my agenda, "Mr. Cope." I was beginning to get tired of this gorgeous Cullen kid. When was around him I got this odd tingly feeling I just couldn't get rid of.

"Me too!" He seemed relieved though I wasn't at all flattered.

Being my polite self, "Would you like me to show you the way?" I offered.

"Thanks so much!" Once again I could sense the relief in his voice.

I nudged James, "You can go on; I need to show Carlisle to his next class."

As expected he sighed unhappily, "Alright I'll see you later." He seemed quite unsure about leaving me alone with Carlisle. I couldn't blame him, I wouldn't leave him alone with a super-model gorgeous girl either.

"I love you." I prodded.

At this, he seemed satisfied, "I love you to." And with that he gracefully walked away.

"Let's go before we're late." I grinned at Carlisle.

He grinned back, "Okay."

While we were walking down the hallway, I tired to ignore the stares the girls were giving us. It wasn't working.

"What has you so tense?" Carlisle inquired.

"Do you not notice there bug eyes?" I must have sounded exasperated. They were like wild animals stalking a piece of meat!

He simply laughed. It sounded so musical, "You mean the stares that I seem to be getting from the entire female species of Forks High School?"

"Yes, you could put it that way Mr. Cocky." I said bitterly.

He sounded appalled, "I am not cocky I'm only used to it."

"Used to being eye candy for all the girls?" I laughed. Carlisle was handsome, there was no doubt about that, but he was definitely no better than anybody else. He didn't deserve to be fawned over.

I was happy that we had Mr. Cope. He was actually a very nice teacher. Teaching study hall, he got to be the laid back guy who spent most of the class in the teachers lounge. This had been the class I wanted with James. Instead I had Carlisle.

We walked into the class room and took seats right next to each other. Every girl in the class turned to stare at the Greek god that sat next to me. Oh get over it you vultures! If you want to stare at some man candy go buy a magazine.

"Hi, I'm Stacey." Some giddy girl came up to speak to the "eye-candy". (A/N: Heads up, this is Laurens mom! This is very… er… interesting. Maybe if a unicorn came out and trampled her… I would love that unicorn forever!!!!!!!! GO UNICORN THAT TRAMPLED LAURENS MOM THUS DESTROYING ANY CHANCE THAT LAUREN WILL EVER BE BORN! MUAHMUAHAHAHAHAA!!!! Okay, I'm done now, thanks for your time :D)

"Carlisle," he said his name politely looking up at the girl. She was dazzled.

I really didn't like Stacey. She made fun of people for her own amusement and in my opinion that was below me. I was sure that Carlisle wouldn't sink so low but I had only known him for a limited amount of time.

"So, where are you from?" she twisted a strand of her hair with her finger. I'm sure it was supposed to look flirtatious. Just like me trying to ignore the girl's stares: It wasn't working.

"I moved here from England." He smiled at her friendliness. I had the extreme urge to rip her hair out. Why do I even feel this way? This isn't you Esme. You're the loving caring… She better leave him alone!

She was intoxicated by his good looks, a side affect of teens that can't get a grip on there hormones. I snickered.

"Hello?" Carlisle waved his model-like hand in front of her face. Still nothing.

I smirked, "Hey Stacey.

She looked at me questioningly, giving me a look that said "Hello, can you not see I'm busy here?!"

"Why don't you take a picture? I'm sure it would last longer."

The blonde bimbo blushed furiously. I swear that girl will have a child that would torment my childeren some day. She will have blonde hair and fishy eyes just like her.I thought cruelly.

As she stormed away I heard the melodic voice speaking to me, "Jealous are we?"

I scoffed, "No, I simply couldn't stand the hormonious looks she was giving you! I could practically see her fishy eyes undressing you!"

He smiled, "Of course.

Trying to make conversation I decided to asked him a few questions.

"So, you lived in England. Forks must be a big change for you then." I guessed.

"Somewhat, I have lived in America before. 10 years of my life actually. Though I've never come across a place as… interesting as Forks, Washington."

"Well, it is one of a kind." I could hear the lie in my own voice. I had never been a good liar, quite the opposite actually.

He saw straight through my fib. "Why don't you like it here?"

I sighed, "It's not that I don't like it here. I just long for something more, you know? I want to live my life and that's impossible to do in this little town. I feel like a caged bird."

"I see," he chuckled, "nice analogy by the way.

"Why thank you."

We sat there in a comfortable silence for a while until I came up with a series of random questions. I was going to have another conversation with him if it killed me.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Blue," he answered "what is yours?"

"I like all the colors but my favorite is lavender." I answered.

"Very original." He commented causing me to blush.

"Why thank you. De ja vue," I smiled. (AN: Er… I don't know how to spell it. So if you do, will you please review me and tell me? Thanks.)

"Favorite coin?" I interrogated.

He scoffed, "What kind of a question is that?!"

"Just answer it please."

"Umm… nickel."

I sounded like a young child, "Why?"

He thought for a moment, "I suppose because it doesn't get enough recognition." So, he's the kind of guy that thinks everything needs recognition?

"Oh…" was all I could say.

(AN: I'm sorry if the conversation seems really weird right here. I was so tired when I was writing this that I actually fell asleep on my clip board! I know, I'm just so smart that they should give me an award!)

"What about your favorite coin?" he asked.

"Dime, and don't ask why because I really don't know. I just like it." He rolled his eyes.

Carlisle was definitely someone I could be friends with no matter how conceited he was when it came to trig. I trusted him so much but yet I only knew six things about him: His name was Carlisle Cullen, he as really good at trig, he used to live in England, his favorite color is blue, his favorite coin is a nickel, and I this really cool connection with him.

Carlisle Adam Cullen was defiantly the oddest guy I had ever met.